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THE BADLANDERS
PART SIXTEEN
The only thing Torres could think of was that Chakotay, sitting with his back to her piloting the Liberty, was going to fuck Janeway again later in the day or tonight. She wished he'd sell her off to the highest bidder at the Alkorea trading post. She couldn't stand the woman who only had to look innocent and Chakotay was into her pussy.
Selling their used wares on the slave market was the highlight of their rendezvous with Alkorea. There, the winner would test his wares by fucking her in public, before a large gathering. If he weren't satisfied, he'd let a male family member or fellow trader rape the woman until her core warmed up. After she was declared ready and wet and warm, the trader who put in the highest bid got to fuck her again.
Only then he'd declare her fit for use in his home. He'd pull the naked girl up, point to the crowd and declare that he's satisfied.
Yeah, she thought, that should be Janeway's fate. The woman was making Chakotay soft in the head. Already he didn't care what the hell Paris or Ayala, Dalby and Gerron were up to. She had been there when they raped Jenny, most of the time simply rotating their turns three at a time until almost all the males had a go. Jenny had been good the first time with Chakotay, with her pussy throbbing and weeping, her own fingers probing deep into her cunt to find the warmth and moistness until Jenny relented and began lubricating her fingers. But Chakotay had his cock up Jenny's ass and Dalby worked into her mouth. The woman orgasmed twice that first time. Wasn't it strange? Torres thought. There they were, being violated and still cumming. Some women were just hot.
After that Chakotay threw her out and the crew got her. The girl had been terrified, but slowly accepted it wasn't going to change so she participated, never fighting or resisting. She had lain with Jenny early one evening, eating cunt like there was no tomorrow and the girl spilled all over her, she tasted so good. Moved away the folds like a clam's flesh, found her smart spot, tickled and nibbled her clit which, within only two days, had swollen two twice its size and Jenny was gone, her legs spread wide and Torres's mouth in her pussy while Ayala, Gerron and her Dickson were watching. Jenny gasped, swooned with delight as Torres's tongue got deep into her, her palms clamped tightly around Jenny's tits. The woman was something. Pity she died.
She objected to the Holodeck Experience. She always thought Chakotay had no morals, that there were never boundaries within his universe. But he had a thing against what some individuals got up to. Chakotay was unaware of Paris and the others' doings in the holodeck. It was why they didn't indulge in it often. Paris programmed two dogs for Jenny - massive dogs that jumped Jenny one at a time. Only then she screamed like hell when the dog dick searched for a familiar hole, got in, clamped front paws around her upper body and rode her like it would another dog.
Jenny had been frantic, screaming at the top of her lungs. Finally Tom had deleted the dogs from the programme and then he got into her. Tom, not usually into women, fucked her solidly for two hours remaining erect for a long period. And then Ayala jumped, and then Gerron, Dalby, Bendera, back to Tom. She scratched, tore at him, everything she could muster. They just laughed. It was useless to fight. And then Tom started beating her - ploughing into her like she was a strong man, and only when she lay completely still, did he stop.
"That ought to teach you, bitch in heat."
It was not the first time Tom called a woman a bitch in heat.
Now Chakotay was becoming less of the animal. They should get Janeway that way too. The man was slipping, she thought. He looked different today, less like a hunter and more like a lover. In a few minutes Seska would come to replace her and then she'd hunt Janeway down and show her pussy. If she could get Paris and Ayala into the deal... But Ayala and his bunch were busy with Megan, another one that liked their dicks up every hole.
She watched the Boss. Only last week he said he had to get to Alkorea to sell Megan and the others they captured a few weeks ago, including her own lover boy, Dickson. She hadn't wanted to let Dickson go, but Chakotay had been adamant: they needed supplies. Suddenly he didn't seem to be in such a hurry and he appeared to be lost in thought. Tough for a guy who was never lost in thought. He acted only on the way his body reacted whenever a woman was brought to his cabin. She wanted to tell him they could sell Janeway, but the way he struck her across the face with his belt and then chased her out of his cabin... She didn't think she could stand getting beaten up by Chakotay. Yeah, she wanted him; she could service him much better than Janeway; she knew what made Chakotay tick.
Or did she?
Did he even feel like trading this time? What the hell was wrong with him? She liked her own lover boy toy mainly because he could service her as long as he could and whenever she wanted it. If she couldn't get Chakotay, Dickson was good enough. But that was all he was: her lover toy. No feelings existed between them, no emotions except what transpired through sex when they're were high into their orgasms.
She was a Klingon. Her appetite was insatiable. Most of the time she wanted to sleep feeling a hard dick lodged in her cunny. She wanted to feel movement even as she fell asleep, just the slow sliding in and out of a stiff cock up her cunt, expanding her walls, the tip of the cock bouncing off her cervix. She liked it. Correction. She relished the feel of it. She had few qualms about decency. It was the next best thing- dreaming it was Chakotay doing her in her sleep. But as things went, Dickson serviced her well enough.
Her mouth curved into a smile. She had pumped Dickson's balls full of chemicals to make his crotch grow bigger. That was before Megan had been captured. Dickson's dick grew within hours to almost twice its size at erection. She had been wild with pleasure as he unfolded his cock for her after pulling down the tight, close fitting hot pants she had instructed he wear all the time. He had balked at first at the tightness, but relented when she threatened to bring in the men.
"That way when I come in here, I am ready when I see your thick bulge. My pussy must be wet when I just look at you, okay?"
"Very well, sweetheart," he responded, cupping his crotch with one hand, testing the fullness, the blatant cockiness of his brand new monster dick.
"Let me see," she ordered.
Dickson peeled the tight top band down over his hips, actually struggling to get it down. He had, when she entered, already become erect. She hadn't beaten him senseless for nothing the first few days when they gave him to her to play with. He could stand ramrod stiff on order these days. Now, his cock, heavy, its veins jutting, the ridges visible, sprang free. It was huge, monster like and she instantly palpitated and drooled just seeing the enormous shaft bouncing. She knelt before him, giant tip almost too big for her mouth. But she had practiced like a damned snake to dislodge her jaw before slowly licking all around the heated tip.
"That feels very good, milady," she heard Dickson's gruff voice. "Very good."
She pushed forward into him, allowing her mouth to adjust to his thickness. There was a blinding flash of pleasure as her pussy started to spill her juices, throbbing like mad with greed. She wanted him right there.
"Sit down, Dicky boy," she ordered and he sat down on the edge of the bed, his knees spread and his extra long shaft ready for her. "Here," she said as soon as he was seated and stood between his legs, then raised herself so that she perched on his thighs, bringing her pussy in line with his face. "Taste my pussy first..."
He grabbed her butt, and she gasped when his mouth, hot and moist, began to lick her, nibbling her folds, exposing her clit, her pink, strong clit that seemed to want his teeth biting through it. Then he covered her whole area - wet, dripping folds, inner flesh, clit and clit sheath. She exploded right there as she enjoyed her soft orgasm the way Dickson sucked, his fingers finding their way into her butt crack, prodding and prodding until they found her anus. He moaned with pleasure as she pushed into his mouth, and she roared as his fingers found her anal depths, rocking until she was satisfied.
When they both paused to take a breath, she straddled him, her pussy, now slick and dripping wet, found his great tip and she slowly pushed into him. She groaned, her walls surprisingly too tight now for him. But she was Klingon.
"Now, you great fuck, do it!" she screamed at him.
The next second Dickson grabbed her ass cheeks and pushed her into him, painful as it was. For a moment her heart stopped beating, but her cunt sheath did wonders as it expanded to accommodate him. He pushed harder and slowly but surely, she slid down on to his cock until he filled her to the hilt.
She had been dizzy with delight as she moved on him, feeling the ridges graze her inside, his tip nudging her cervix. She had thrown her head back and fucked Dickson, all the time hoping it was Chakotay...
She knew how to pleasure herself when Chakotay played hardball.
Her complaint to Tom didn't wash. The man liked to taunt her. Now she wanted to get Janeway somehow and let the men at her. That should put Chakotay's nose out of joint, she thought as she fiddled with her controls at her workstation. Dickson was waiting for her and she could enlist his monster cock to drive all the way up Janeway's cunt. Waste her like they wasted other women.
Yeah. Waste her.
"What the hell is that?" she heard Chakotay say as he peered out the viewscreen into the turbulence.
"What? I don't see anything, Chief," Lon Suder said. She was instantly on her guard, trying to see what Chakotay was looking at.
"There!" he said, irritated at them. "Those specks there in the plasma cloud. Can't you see?"
B'Elanna peered, searched the cloud for anomalies, then did a scan of the cloud.
"Four life signs, Boss. But I guess if they're there, they're dead."
"Torres!"
"Yes!"
"The site to site transporters were your responsibility."
"According to the scan, they are Dalby, Ayala, Gerron and - "
"I know the hell who they are. How the fuck did they get there?"
"No one that I know of, Chakotay," she said, suddenly afraid of the implications.
She couldn't think who might have done it, but one was certain: there must be a mutiny in progress...
"A mutiny..." Chakotay whispered, echoing her thoughts.
"Where is Janeway, Chakotay?" she asked, wanting to bring Janeway name to the fore the moment he wanted to blame and take action on anyone responsible.
"In Engineering, I guess."
"You guess?"
Chakotay swung round to face her.
"She wouldn't..." he said, his eyes suddenly growing wide, glazing over.
Chakotay clutched at his stomach, then his head. It looked like he had an almighty headache.
"Boss, something's wrong."
"I know. But it's not Kathryn. I can see...her... She has been in the same place all the time. I can see...her..." her repeated his words.
"How is that possible? You're not a telepath. How do you know that?"
"She is in sickbay..." he managed, his voice trailing, the words slurred.
"Chakotay!"
To her horror, Chakotay merely looked at her before collapsing in a heap on the floor.
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END PART SIXTEEN