Slave Girls VI: Dilithium Crystals are a Girl's Best Friend
Storyline:“You want me to kill him?” Scott McClellan wasn’t so sure he was understanding this clearly. It was after all his captain they were talking about.
“Yes.” She purred.
“Kill him.”“You want me to just walk unto the bridge, pull out my phaser and kill him where he stands?” Scott was having trouble thinking. Something was making his ears ring and his flesh prickle with excitement. It was getting hard just looking at this beautiful woman.
“Or where he sits. Why give him the time to stand up?” “And you think they’ll let me just walk on the bridge with my phaser?”“Who said anything about a phaser? Phasers are too easily detected and disabled by any level 3 security scanner. Most Federation starships have them. Nah, you’re using this,” she commanded. The crewmember whom, Scott McClellan had just met pulled out a boxy contraption that looked less like a weapon and more like some old toaster oven with a handle.
“You want me to use this?” Scott asked incredulously. She can’t be serious he thought. Of course she isn’t. He didn’t seem to quite convince himself of that, however.
“It uses an undetectable energy signature. Takes just a couple seconds for the batteries to charge the coils and then magnetically pulls the metal slug out of the barrel.” She studied him carefully. The next few minutes were critical to her, very critical for many in fact. He looked confused.
“Ok, baby, listen,” she cooed. Using her sexy ‘I’m gonna give it to you any way you like it’ voice, she continued.
“See this red button on the bottom, honey?” She turned the device upside down and held it in her lap for him to see. She couldn’t tell if he was looking at it or her tits. This frustrated her, but was an occupational hazard she was used to.
“Press it while you’re in the turbo lift and then point this end at your captain when you step off the bridge. Then pull this trigger.” She took her finger and moistened it on her red lips, slid it in and out of her curled tongue several times and then down her chin and neck and in between her breasts on down to the devices trigger before stroking and circling it. She then pointed it at him and pulled it.
CLICK!
Scott snapped out of this sexually induced daze like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on him.
“Remember, sweetie, you have to press the red button or it won’t charge. Okay? Now here you go. Be a good boy and I’ll give you whatever you want from me when you come back.” She whispered the last few words in his ear as she nibbled slightly on his lobe. Her hands slinked down his muscled chest to between his legs. She smirked and thought how convenient it was for him that Federation uniforms had both zipper and Velcro. No fun at all she frowned.
The woman turned down the corridor and walked out of sight. But not out of Scotts mind. Her smell was as intoxicating as any Romulan ale. Her touch still had his hair standing erect. And that voice... sultry, sexy, seductive, he simply had no choice in the matter.
He stepped around to his left and followed the red carpet line to the nearest turbo lift in a sort of drunken stupor. Of course not, he thought stepping inside the lift, whatever she wanted, he just had to do it. Did it matter that he’d never seen or heard of her before? Did it matter what this perfect stranger was asking him to do was crazy? Did it matter that in doing it his career as a Starfleet officer would be over and he’d be going to prison for the rest of his life? No. All that mattered was her promise to have her after doing what it was she wanted.
He pressed the bridge button and inserted his security pass key. The turbo lift swiftly whisked him upwards deck after deck. He thought of her hair, her lips, her finger, her breasts… the red button. He nearly forgot. He pressed the red button and heard a low whine as it charged up.
The bridge doors swooshed open. He stepped out of the lift, his eyes still on the device he cradled in his hands thinking how her hands had held it, those soft sensuous hands, hands that would soon be all over him.
Captain Fannigan turned as he heard the turbo lift doors open.
“Ahh, Commander McClellan! What a surprise. I didn’t expect you to start your shift for another hour. It’ll be good to have your company on the bridge to liven things up.” For an instant, Scott thought of how wrong all this was. But then her voice filled his head again pushing all logic aside and he looked up to see the Captain looking back at him.
“Commander? I say, good to have you on the bridge. Eh, what’s that you have there in your hands?” The Captain inquired eying the strange looking device the Commander was holding.
“Looks like some sort of old toaster oven.”Indeed, it was strange looking. Scott thought of how she had pointed at him. Scott then pointed it at his Captain.
Most starship captains would like to have their last words be remembered as prolific or profound in some way. Alas, those last words of Captain Fannigan won’t likely be considered profound or prolific in anyway whatsoever, but might be remembered.
Funny though, Scott thought to himself as he pulled the trigger, it actually did something this time unlike when she had pulled the trigger herself…
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The mutiny was underway and the sultry seductive stranger would soon be in command of the ship. But hers wouldn't be the only one. There were many agents like her on many other ships all doing exactly the same thing at exactly the same time. Before long, the galaxy would be in for a shock. A big one.
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