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The Pod
🕑 Added 2021-07-14 22:20:07 +0000 UTCA commission featuring Subcommander T'Pol of Star Trek: Enterprise. Curious about a set of strange pleasure-pods on the paradise planet of Risa, she ends up changing both her own life, and the life of one Hoshi Sato, forever.
-o-o-o-
“So, tell me about Risa.” Captain Jonathan Archer said as both he and T’pol stepped into the Enterprise’s transporter bay.
T’pol arched an eyebrow, the most she ever did to show her disapproval, aside from flatly stating it. “It is a self-described ‘pleasure-planet’” she said coldly. “The Risan economy is dependent on tourism, they cater to all species who come to their resorts. The Vulcan High Command made first contact with them three hundred years ago, but we have had very limited interactions with them.”
Archer’s brows raised and he smirked “Vulcan’s don’t take vacations?”
“We do not.” T’pol agreed, “And even if we did, Risa’s idea of a vacation is hardly in keeping with Vulcan philosophies.”
“Really? Sea, sun and sand, sounds pretty perfect.” Archer shrugged, nodding to the engineering officer standing at the transporter controls as they stepped into the small round alcove.
“It is not the landscape that is the issue.” T’pol murmured as the gentle tickle of the transporter beam began to swirl around her. She blinked as the silver shimmering washed over her eyes, opening her eyes to find herself standing on a wide, stone patio overlooking a vast blue-green sea.
“Welcome to Risa, Enterprise.” A tall blonde Risan beamed. “It’s wonderful to meet you in person.”
“It’s our pleasure.” Archer smiled. “It’s nice to have such a smooth first-contact.”
“Risa is here to cater to you, Captain Archer.” The blonde smiled. “We are here to make your every experience as pleasant and relaxing as possible.”
T’pol’s lips pursed ever so slightly, and she folded her hands behind her back. Archer caught the movement and cleared his throat. “Ah, this is my first officer, Subcommander T’pol.”
“We rarely see Vulcans visit our planet.” The blonde said brightly. “It’s wonderful to see the High Command has reconsidered opening a dialogue with us.”
“I am here as a part of the Enterprise’s crew, not as a representative of the High Command.” T’pol said plainly, staring down the blonde who pouted with disappointment. She didn’t speak again for a while, unconcerned with the trivial matters the blonde brough up with Archer as they toured the pleasure palace. It was all as she had expected, the only truly noteworthy scientific advances the Risans had made in their history were in the terraforming machines that kept the planet stable, and the Vulcan High Command had taken thorough scans of those the second they’d landed.
Archer seemed impressed, but that didn’t take too much. Humans might have been advancing quickly, but they were still regularly amazed by technology the Vulcans had developed centuries ago.
She paused as they came around the balcony that ringed the seaward side of a large villa, spotting three large egg-shaped pods. They were white and smooth, with no clear markings or openings, but even from feet away T’pol could hear the soft hum they emitted.
“What are those devices?” She asked, moving closer and inspecting the pods a little closer.
“Ah, Verudian Pleasure-booths.” Their blonde guide said excitedly, patting the smooth glassy exterior. “A gift from a race we met just last month. These booths are designed to create a fully immersive sensory simulation for their users. We’ve had a little trouble calibrating them properly, the Verudian’s have much less sensitive bodies than most bipedal species, but once we’ve got these three ready for use, we’ll be able to offer a whole new experience for our visitors.”
“How do they work? I am not familiar with Verudian technology.” T’pol frowned, stroking the cool white surface of the pod, which suddenly hummed a little louder and hissed open. The pod split in two, the top half sliding easily around to fit inside the bottom. Inside was a soft, spongy grey mattress and a simple command panel.
“I’m not the person to ask.” The guide giggled. “Our science team would be happy to explain them to you though!”
“May I conduct some scans?”
The guide pouted. “I suppose, I was going to take you both to view our cultural centre though.”
“Why don’t I go with you, T’pol can run some quick scans and join us there.” Archer offered.
The guide smiled and cheerfully nodded. “Sure!” she turned to T’pol, “It’s the big dome at the end of the plaza, you can’t miss it.”
“I will be sure not to.” T’pol replied dryly.
The scans didn’t take long at all, in fact it had only been a few moments after Archer and their guide had disappeared around the curve of the villa that her scanner let out a confirmatory blip. She arched a brow in surprise, seeing that the pod had just helpfully downloaded its entire schematic as soon as it had detected it was being scanned. It seemed the Verudians, whoever they were, weren’t worried about people studying their technology.
It all seemed fairly elementary, the systems were simple, almost primitive, which was why it was so frustrating that she couldn’t understand how any of it was supposed to work. She pursed her lips as she looked over the schematics once again.
Seeing no other recourse, she slipped her scanner back onto her belt and perched herself on the edge of the pod.
It would fit her neatly inside, she thought, in fact there would be room to spare. She checked the command panel just to be sure there was a way to open it from the inside, and, seeing there was, lay back and sighed.
Maybe it was a mistake, but it was rare that she had the opportunity to experiment with new technologies without a human breathing down her neck and stinking up her lab.
“Voice activation systems, online, would you like to proceed?” a quiet, breathy, female voice asked.
“Please begin the shortest and lowest intensity programme.” T’pol said as clearly as she could, she didn’t want to be inside the thing any longer than necessary, or risk any overly potent experience.
“Beginning programme one, setting one.” The pod cooed. “Please, enjoy.”
There was a slow, rhythmic, pulsing humming and suddenly the pod’s inner surface glittered into life. The shiny white lit up with swirling, coloured patterns, throbbing and coiling in time with the pulses. T’pol winced, and then glanced down in alarm as her wrists and ankles were ensnared by smooth metal tentacles. She pulled against them before sighing, realising it must have been a safety precaution built in.
The flashing colours were distracting but she couldn’t quite bring herself to look away. There were sounds too, like distant voices singing some quiet, ethereal song.
Her pointed ears twitched and she let out a low sigh. Whatever the pod was doing, she had to admit it felt good. It was like all the tension was being drained out of her like water going down a sinkhole. Not even the most practiced Vulcan Neuropressure master could have made her feel so… relaxed.
Another sigh passed her lips, and she stretched languidly. Relaxion didn’t cover it, she felt at peace, completely satisfied with her place in the universe. There was a warmth inside her, glowing pleasantly and urging her to open her eyes, telling her to stare into the lights and enjoy this wonderful feeling.
The effect was growing more potent now, lights brighter, the pulsing rhythm and soft noise of the machine worming its way deeper into T’pol’s mind. She let out a mew of pleasure and arched her back, growing more and more aware of how aroused she was becoming. Her nipples were easily seen beneath the skin-tight grey suit she wore, pressing against the thin fabric, desperate to escape. Her breaths were coming hotter and heavier, sweat building on her forehead and her immaculate black bob of hair growing more dishevelled by the second.
The first mew was followed by a long, loud groan of need and T’pol realised that she’d made a mistake. The guide had been underselling just how unsensitive the Verudians were, what was the lowest setting for them was beginning to overwhelm her in just minutes. She gasped and tried to reach the control panel, but with her arms bound to her sides she couldn’t get anywhere near it.
“C…computer.” She managed to rasp, biting her lip as “S… stop…”
“Command not recognised, please clarify.”
“Stop… shut… shut it… ougghghh!” T’pol tried before moaning loudly, between her legs her cunt was on fire, sopping wet and aching to be touched. She arched her back and whimpered, spreading her thighs in the hope that the cool Risan air would help lessen the burning heat of her sex.
It didn’t work.
“Command not recognised, please clarify.”
“Cuh… computer… p… please!” T’pol tried one last time before once again being overwhelmed by a wave of orgasmic pleasure that knocked the strength out of her. With a pathetic whine, she fell limply down onto the pod’s mattress and stared into the colours above, unable to move or think, let alone try to escape.
T’pol moaned softly, eyes rolling in her head as she was bombarded by the pod’s hypnotic effect. Lights swirled and sounds hummed and her cool, logical mind began to fragment. With her wrists and ankles safely secured in place, there was only so much the desperate Vulcan could do. Her back arched and her chest heaved, fat round breasts straining against the suit squeezing her.
Tears began to roll down T’pol’s cheeks as the sensations overwhelmed her, her mouth hanging open as her howls of need quietened into hoarse, breathless gasps. She’d never experienced anything so potent in her life, even with how heightened a Vulcan’s emotions were beneath their cold logical surface.
She was sixty-three, she’d felt the burning heat of Pon-Farr four times before, but this was something else. Pon-Farr hurt, it burned, the lust boiling her blood and turning her feral. There had been no control, no comfort, even the pleasure of satisfying her carnal need had been overwhelmed by the pain of her cravings.
This wasn’t a burning heat, it was a glowing warmth, radiating through her whole body like she was lying under a warm sun on a pleasant Vulcan autumn day. This wasn’t bringing tenseness and aching pain to her muscles, it was making her twitch and shake with nothing but pleasure, like the satisfaction of stretching out her body after a long day magnified a hundredfold. Her mouth was open, lips parted in panting, not curled into a grimace with her teeth ground tight. Even though her hands were locked at her sides, her instinct was to stroke and touch and squeeze her body, not to claw and grab and tear until the ache in her bones went away.
It was heaven, which wasn’t even something she had believed in until a few seconds ago.
“Mmmmorre.” She rasped, bucking her hips upwards, desperate to get any sort of friction against the sopping mess ruining the crotch of her suit. “Please.”
“Vocal command: accepted. Applying physical stimuli.” The pod cooed in its quiet, breathy voice.
T’pol squeaked as arms began to extend from the pod’s surface, small, phallic arms reaching down and probing at her body curiously.
“Occupant, you are still clothed, requesting permission to disrobe for maximum satisfaction?” The Pod asked.
“Please!” T’pol sobbed, feeling the gentle pressure of the arms circling her nipples and brushing against her inner thighs. There was a cold, tickling sensation and T’pol managed to tear her eyes away from the swirling colours long enough to see her clothes be beamed off her body.
Her body was tight and toned from the tips of her ears to the tips of her toes, smooth creamy skin covering well-exercised Vulcan muscle. She was amply curved, both by human and Vulcan standards, with fat, soft tits and a plump, tight backside. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by her that humans seemed particularly approving of her physical assets, but until then she hadn’t given it any real thought. She’d spent so long sitting snugly in that catsuit, her fat peach on full display to all those filthy, horny humans just waiting to grab her…
T’pol croaked as the arm between her legs pressed flat against her soaking petals and began to vibrate gently.
That was the end for T’pol, as soon as the buzzing appendage was rubbed against her sopping cunt her resistance broke for good. The once cold and logical woman howled and groaned and drooled in mind-fucked bliss for minutes until at last the pod let out a satisfied little trill.
“Warm-up completed, proceeding with Programme.”
T’pol let out a vague “Huh?” barely understanding what the pod had just said, before blinking as the smooth white of the pod’s interior seemed to shift. Instead of the small round white chamber of the pod, she realised she was standing in a white room about the same size as her quarters on the Enterprise.
She wasn’t alone either.
Standing just across from her was another Vulcan, tall and stoic and just as naked as she was. He was quite handsome, and well built, with a lean muscular body and a throbbing erection that made T’pol mew with anticipation.
She practically fell backwards, thighs spread wide and sopping pussy on full display. T’pol’s fingers dived into her hole even as her newly arrived lover approached her, her digits disappearing into the green-blushing folds of her sex.
“Take me.” She rasped, spreading her pussy wide for the mystery male as he stood over her, erection in hand and eyebrow raised. “What are you waiting for?”
“You have become emotional.” He said, a slight hint of disapproval in his otherwise blank tone. “That is highly inappropriate.”
“Shut up and fuck me!” T’pol barked, well past caring that her logical, emotionless façade had shattered beyond repair. The Vulcan’s brow arched a little more and he mutely knelt, placing a few cold kisses over her collarbone as he took position, before pressing inside her sopping slit.
T’pol groaned with relief as the itch inside her was finally tended to, wrapping her thighs behind the man’s back and grabbing him tight. Her nails bit into his shoulders as he finally began to thrust inside her, tiny beads of dark green blood staining her fingertips as she clung to her lover.
“Harder!” She groaned, trying to squeeze him deeper inside herself with her legs, but failing to get him to move any faster or further within her desperate hole. “Wh… what are… you doing?”
Her lover’s brow arched once again, growing more infuriating by the second. “The faster and harder you are pleasured, the sooner you will reach climax. You specifically requested our lowest intensity programme, is this not what you wanted?”
T’pol growled and grabbed him by the cheeks. “I want you to fuck me as hard as you fucking can!”
The Vulcan’s eyebrow rose one last time and he sighed. “Your behaviour is quite offensive.” He batted her hands away effortlessly and planted his arms on either side of T’pol’s head. “You have spent too much time with humans.”
A sharp jerk of his hips sent his cock plunging deep into T’pol’s womanhood and she let out a breathless gasp of pleasure. Her eyes squeezed shut, and when she opened them again she realised her lover had subtly changed.
His body and face were largely the same, but he no longer had the pointed ears or emotionless expression of a Vulcan, in fact by his crooked grin and short salt and pepper stubble, he was very clearly human.
The thought of having a human balls-deep in her cunt sent a thrill down her spine, she grinned in a way she had never done in her life before and rose to catch him in a passionate kiss. The taste was pleasant, more than she would have expected given how humans smelled, and the stubble scratched interestingly on her face as their tongues met.
A hand smacked down on her rump and she squeaked, pulling away from the kiss as her newly humanised mate hoisted her off the ground and into his arms. In this new position her own weight became a godsend, helping her drop harder and deeper onto his cock as he bounced her. She moaned with delight, pressing her breasts against his chest and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
“Mmmore.” She croaked, throwing her head back as she was filled over and over again. “Fuck… more”
“Not enough for you?” her mate chuckled, pressing her back against the wall and giving her ass another smack. “You Vulcan girls like it rough, huh?”
“I need more.” T’pol whined. “Please… it’s not… enough… fuck me… harder!”
“All that attitude, pretending to be cold and heartless.” Her mate grunted, lowering her to the ground and pinning her to the floor instead. “You Vulcans are the biggest sluts in the galaxy.”
“Stop… talking and… ahn!... fuck meee.”
“Hmm, what I wouldn’t give to see you squealing like this every day.” A soft, husky and decidedly female voice purred.
T’pol’s eyes snapped open in surprise just in time for the muscular black woman currently straddling her to press a hungry kiss to her panting lips.
That was surprising to say the least.
The feeling of a cock ramming into her sensitive cunt hadn’t lessened, but now there was a strange coolness to the feel of it. Forcing her eyes downwards past her latest partner’s heaving ebony breasts she was able to make out a set of pink straps over her hips.
“You taste good, honey.” The woman hummed, pulling away and flashing a charming grin. She wiggled her brows at T’pol’s shocked expression before pressing another kiss to her cheek. “What’s the matter, cat got ya tongue?”
“I… you’re… a woman.” T’pol managed before moaning as said woman rolled her hips, pressing the thick pink strap deep into her. “Oh… fuck.”
“Hm, they say you Vulcans are all geniuses, I’m surprised it took you that long to figure it out.” The woman laughed, stroking her palms over T’pol’s belly and cupping her breasts. She rolled the panting Vulcan’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers before giving them a playful tug. “You’ve got a lovely rack, hon.”
T’pol gasped as her partner leaned down nuzzled against her neck, lips playing over her throat up to the pointed tip of her ear. Her surprise had given her a little more control over herself, which T’pol put to use immediately. Cautiously, she reached up and took hold of the woman’s soft black breast, testing its weight and texture with fascination. Her skin was warm and soft, the flesh pliant and welcoming to her slender fingers. With a nervous glance up at her lover, T’pol tweaked an ebony nipple before craning her neck to take it between her lips.
“Now you’re getting into it.” the woman grinned. “Better?”
“I… I want to feel you.” she whimpered.
“Ah, you want a little tongue action?”
“Please?” T’pol nodded. She whined as her lover slid slowly out of her cunt, giving an amused chuckle at the Vulcan’s kitten-like whimper as the cool air brushed her insides. The woman moved like a cat, slow and elegant and deliberate, teasingly inching her way down between T’pol’s thighs and blowing gently across the blushing green petals waiting for her.
“Hm, what a view.” She purred before planting a kiss against T’pol’s flesh. The hitch in the Vulcan’s breath made her grin, and before the poor overwhelmed woman could even think of preparing herself, she stabbed her tongue deep inside her. The woman wasn’t sentient, of course, just a computer programme that had learned by now that T’pol had no interest in restraint. She wanted to be fucked hard, and the pod was designed to oblige her every whim.
T’pol moaned and quaked as the woman set to work devouring her pussy, her toes curling and chest heaving as her lover’s tongue did impossible things inside her. Her eyes rolled back as she came yet again, her wetness only adding to the slurping noises coming from between her thighs.
It took her minutes to force her head upright to stare down at her lover, and by then, the pod had scanned her mind well enough to make one final change.
“Mwah. T’pol… you taste phenomenal.” Hoshi Sato moaned, pulling herself away from T’pol’s cunt and smiling. “This is a much more fun use of my tongue than running linguistics tests, don’t you think?”
“Ensign Sato.” T’pol groaned, delirious with ecstasy. “Please… fuck me more?”
Hoshi giggled and kissed her inner thigh. “How can I say no to that face?” she purred, giving T’pol’s sex a long, deliberate lick. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you all hot and bothered.”
T’pol whimpered, completely unable to formulate any words anymore, and reached down to clutch Hoshi’s glossy hair. She tugged the duplicate of her crewmate tightly against her cunt and bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.
She didn’t have enough mind left to worry about how and why the pod had conjured her friend to be her lover in this fantasy. Whether it was a latent attraction or a perverted fantasy of acting so shamelessly un-Vulcan with someone whose opinions she respected didn’t matter, all that mattered was that Hoshi was hot and her tongue was magical.
Another climax rolled through her, then another, and soon T’pol was little more than a limp, sweaty lump of a woman. She let out the occasional mew or whimper as Hoshi’s tongue and fingers made her body into their plaything, but nothing more than that passed her lips.
She’d completely forgotten about Enterprise, about Risa and the fact she was inside a high-tech masturbation chamber until Hoshi’s tongue vanished from inside her and she was blasted with sunlight.
“Programme complete, we hope you are satisfied.”
T’pol whined and screwed her eyes shut as the warm Risan sun shone down on her naked, sweaty body. Still gasping for breath, she managed to crawl out, falling heavily onto the tiled floor and moaning. Her body ached all over, sensitive and still thrumming with the aftershocks of her latest crippling orgasm.
Awkwardly, she managed to stagger to her feet and groaned, caressing the wet green petals of her cunt before falling against the pod with a breathless sigh.
Once she had caught her breath, and once her legs had stopped shaking, she’d ordered the pod to return her clothes. She dressed quickly, trying not to think about how arousing the idea of someone catching her naked in the middle of the resort would be, and made her way to the building the guide had pointed out as quickly as she could manage.
-o-o-o-
T’pol didn’t make it more than a few buildings before running into the person she most wanted to see at that moment. A giddy, perverted grin spread over her face as she staggered towards the oblivious form of Hoshi Sato. The young Japanese ensign was quietly inspecting the intricate carvings that lined the walls of the nearest building, sweet and supple and completely unaware of just how badly her friend craved her naked human flesh.
It was all T’pol could do to force her usual stoic façade before she reached her friend, wiping her mouth and vaguely smoothing down her messy hair before tapping Hoshi on the shoulder.
“Oh, T’pol!” Hoshi said with a start. “I thought you’d be with Captain Archer, I… er… are you alright?”
T’pol nodded, wide-eyed and not hiding her madness nearly as well as she thought she was. “Yes, Yes I’ve found something remarkable. Come, I want you to see!”
“T’pol? You’re… sweating?” Hoshi said nervously, wrinkling her nose as she realised just what a state her superior was in. “What happened to you?”
“Come, please.” T’pol said impatiently, grabbing Hoshi by the wrist and pulling her across the plaza to where the pods sat humming innocently.
“Ah, T’pol you’re hurting me!” Hoshi winced, struggling against the Vulcan’s steely grip. “Let go!”
“You need to see!” T’pol barked, grabbing the frightened human by the shirt and hauling her up into the air with a grunt. Hoshi squeaked as her friend brough her crashing down onto the soft, sweat-soaked mattress of T’pol’s pod, only to shriek as T’pol pounced on top of her.
“What are you doing? Get off me!” Hoshi yelled, doing her best to fight off the crazed Vulcan currently grinding herself against her thigh like a bitch in heat. “T’pol!” The ceiling of the pod snapped shut like a trap, leaving Hoshi pinned in the dark beneath her maddened friend.
“Computer! Full intensity! Longest setting you have!” T’pol cried out.
“User, your previous programme has only just finished, would you like to skip warmup routines?” the pod cooed.
Hoshi tried to scream only for T’pol to slap a hand over her mouth, “Yes!” she grinned, “Fuck us hard!”
“Confirmed, restraining occupants.”
Hoshi whined against T’pol’s palm, eyes wide as smooth metal tendrils locked around her wrists and ankles. There was a moment of silence followed by an ominous, growing humming sound, and suddenly the surface of pod exploded into colour and her ears were assaulted by sound.
Trapped beneath her naked, giggling commander, Hoshi Sato screamed as her mind melted away.
-o-o-o-
Everything was lips and tits and flesh and sweat. Hoshi gasped for breath, finally escaping from beneath T’pol’s fat Vulcan ass and desperately trying to suck up enough air before she dived back into her lover’s mound. A pair of slippery, spit-shined tits rubbed against her cheek as she panted and moaned, another crewmember she barely recognised gleefully presenting her rack for her to enjoy.
It seemed almost every woman aboard the Enterprise had been conjured up by the pod to join her and T’pol’s fun. Hoshi couldn’t remember any of their names, hell, she barely remembered her own anymore. All that mattered was making the pleasure go on forever.
T’pol groaned in protest as her cunt went un-pleasured, her own face buried between the thighs of one of the engineering crew. She wiggled her ass invitingly, unwilling to tear her tongue away from the thick black bush she was currently exploring, earning a sharp smack to a jiggling cheek in return from a security officer.
Hoshi whined, two separate hands exploring her pussy as she knelt and gasped for air, one cheek being smothered by one woman’s udders, the other being licked by an equally mind-broken figment. She shared a grateful kiss with the woman on her left, savouring the taste of a dozen women’s sweat, spit and quim before licking her lips and sucking on one of her fingers. There were so many bodies pressed in tight around her that she had no clue which or whose holes it had just been inside, but she couldn’t have cared less.
How long had it been since the orgy had begun? How long had it been since it was just her and T’pol, making out and exploring one another’s bodies in the mind-melting embrace of the pod? Questions like that had vanished quickly, along with her sanity. She didn’t question how the pod knew what she needed to feel to cum over and over again, or how it knew the faces and bodies of her fellow Enterprise crewmates. She didn’t care that all of her college crushes had joined into the fictional fuckfest, or that it seemed a fair few of T’pol’s Vulcan paramours had been swept up into the fray as well.
All that mattered was how fucking good she felt.
T’pol whined again and twerked her fat Vulcan ass, her cunt sopping between her wiggling cheeks. She grinned and licked her lips, grabbing her mate by the hips and burying her face in her ass. She vaguely heard T’pol’s moan of approval, muffled by the bodies writhing around her in ecstasy and the pussy currently smothering the Vulcan’s face.
She remembered thinking T’pol was beautiful before they’d been like they were now, whenever that had been. Now she got to spend every second of every day cumming her brains out with her. Clearly it was her reward for a life well lived.
-o-o-o-
“Occupants, ninth full-length programme has completed, do you wish to repeat?” The pod cooed at the two naked creatures lying in it’s embrace. “Warning, continued use may adversely affect cognitive processes and…”
“YES!” both T’pol and Hoshi howled before falling back into their kiss.
It had been days now, and the pair couldn’t move, let alone think. They lay beside one another, heads close enough that their lips and tongues could meet in increasingly clumsy and sloppy kisses. Hoshi’s hair tangled with T’pol’s as they snuggled together, sweat and spit smeared over both of them. Fantasies had overwhelmed both of their minds, endless orgies with fictional lovers and simulated duplicates of the whole Enterprise crew without shame or restraint. The times that the Pod shut off after a programme were now just occasional annoyances in between sessions that neither fully understood anymore.
The outside world was a distant memory now, so it was a strange surprise when their sky split apart and they were exposed to an oddly familiar blue sky and a concerned blonde-haired face.
The Risan guide swallowed nervously as the pair of missing officers mewed like animals up at her. She didn’t need to be a genius to realise the pair were broken beyond repair, or that Enterprise would be exceptionally angry to find them in this state.
She glanced over her shoulder and then looked back down at the pair of tight, toned bodies lying before her. T’pol’s fat womanly tits and broad hips, that fat Vulcan ass as delicious and round as a peach. Hoshi’s slender, nubile body, firm little tits and svelte, smooth hips. They’d be very popular with the guests she was certain.
“Um, sorry, there’s no sign of them by the pods.” She called into her comm device before closing the pod back up and returning the broken whores inside to their playtime.
Comments
Alun Lewis
Pretty sure Archer - and the Enterprise NX-01 - won't be leaving Risan orbit until T'Pol and Hoshi are returned. Though I doubt either bridge officer is going to want to do more than revel in debasement from now on ;)
