The BLTS Archive  Fascination II
by ChristopherE. (clestep@juno.com)

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Author's Note: I got a little tired of seeing all those Deanna
Troi-related flames, so in response, I wrote this Deanna Troi story.
Yes, there IS sex in  it (all sorts of male-female sex, including
multiple partners), so if you're  under the Age Of Majority where you
live, read no further.

NOTE TO THE A.S.C. MAINTAINER: My NEW Internet e-mail address is at
the top of  this posting (clestep@juno.com).  I previously posted
under the following other addresses:

christopher.estep@idsonlin.com
christopher.estep@acenet.com
cestep@olg.com

All stories under those addresses should be grouped with this one and
my  e-mail address corrected to the current one.

TIMELINE NOTE: This story takes place between "All Good Things...."
and "Generations".

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Medical Log: Stardate 46544.1: Chief Medical Officer Beverly Crusher
recording:


I am scheduled to examine Ship's Counselor Deanna Troi today for her
semi-annual Starfleet physical.  As Counselor Troi is usually in
excellent health, I foresee no problems in her passing the exam with
flying colors as usual.

Dr. Beverly Crusher had finished recording this entry when Deanna Troi
entered Sickbay.  "Are you ready for me, Beverly?" Deanna asked.
Beverly smiled at her friend.  "All set.  Now, just lie down and I'll
get  right on it."

Deanna lay down on the diagnostic biobed and closed her eyes.  Beverly
started adjusting the instruments for readings; then, she felt a
little dizzy.  Suddenly, she felt a strange itch in the general area
of her clitoris and nipples.  She couldn't very well scratch her
nipples; but she moved so her crotch was against a corner of the
biobed and started rubbing her crotch  against it, trying to scratch
it.  She felt herself becoming sexually aroused, and began rubbing
against the biobed corner more and more.  However, try as hard as she
could, she just couldn't get enough "friction".

Suddenly, Deanna sat straight up on the biobed.  "Beverly."

This shook the doctor out of her reverie and she turned to face
Deanna. "Let me help."

Deanna said, "Computer, lock doors to Main Sickbay and turn off all
monitoring devices.  Authorization: Troi Gamma Six Four One One
Omicron."

"Acknowledged."

Deanna proceeded to take off both her clothing and that of Dr.
Crusher.  She then knelt in front of Beverly, who opened her legs to
allow the counselor  easier access.  Somehow, Beverly knew what "help"
Deanna had in mind.  Beverly felt a soft yet rough texture at her
vaginal lips and knew exactly what Deanna was doing: she was licking
her!  And apparently she knew what she  was doing! Beverly closed her
eyes and pushed her crotch into Deanna's mouth,  placing her hands on
top of the counselor's head.  "Oh,  Deanna....yes....yes....YES...I'm
going to cum.....AHHHH!"  With that, the doctor experienced a
thundering orgasm that nearly drowned Deanna in her  vaginal juices.

Beverly expected that the orgasm (and what an orgasm!) she had
experienced would lessen her arousal; but it didn't.  She felt even
hornier than before.  What was she to do?

Deanna stood up and faced Beverly.  "I know what we need.  We need the
attentions of some males; preferably ones with lots of stamina.
Computer, location of Lt. Worf."

"Lt. Worf is in his quarters," the computer replied.

"Deanna to Worf," Deanna called.

"Worf here, Counselor," the gruff-voiced Klingon replied.

"Meet me in Main Holodeck Two in three minutes.  Troi out."

Deanna quickly dressed herself and Beverly and, arm in arm, they left
Sickbay.

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Lt. Worf, Enterprise Security Chief, had left his quarters and was on
his  way to Main Holodeck Two when he saw Lt. Commander Data in the
corridor.

"Commander, did you receive the message from Ambassador Spock?" Worf
asked.

"Yes, I did, Lieutenant.  The message was not from the Ambassador,
however;  but from Romulan Commander Sela, relayed via the
Ambassador."

"Commander Sela?" Worf shouted, shocked.  "What does SHE want?"

Data replied, "As the message doesn't pose a threat to the Enterprise
or  Starfleet, I figure the correct response to your inquiry would be,
'None of  your beeswax'."

That response from Data stopped Worf's questions in their tracks.
Shaking his head, Worf continued on to Main Holodeck Two.

Worf examined the panel to get an indication of which Holodeck program
Deanna  was trying on him today.  He saw just one word: TARA.

The door opened, Worf walked in...and stopped dead, stunned.  The
Holodeck had a recreation of what humans called a "four-poster bed".
And on the bed were  Deanna AND Beverly Crusher, stark-naked!

Deanna called out, "Computer; lock all doors leading to this Holodeck.
Only  authorized entry: Lt. Commander Data.  Turn off all external
monitoring devices."

"Acknowledged."

Deanna turned to look at the stock-still form of Worf.  "Don't just
stand  there, Lieutenant! Take off your clothes!  We have need of
you!"

Worf immediately began to strip, his mind racing.  At last, he
thought.  A TRUE challenge to my potency.  He had desired the lovely
Dr. Crusher for years...but saw her as belonging to the Captain.
Apparently, he was wrong, and she is, as humans say, "her own woman".
He then proceeded toward the two women, who made room for him on the
bed.

Worf pulled Beverly toward him and pushed his face into her crotch.
Beverly opened her legs, allowing the Klingon entry.

He sent his rough Klingon tongue deep inside Beverly's vagina, licking
the  walls and slurping up the juices thereon.  Beverly groaned and
grabbed Worf's head, forcing his face deeper into her crotch.  "Yes,
Worf.  Lick me deeper...deeper.....fuck me with your tongue!" the
doctor moaned.

Deanna wasn't just sitting idly by; she had taken Worf's penis into
her mouth and begun sucking him voraciously, while one of Worf's
hands had wandered to Deanna's crotch and he was rubbing her vaginal
lips with a calloused finger.

"Ummmm," Deanna moaned, her mouth full of Worf's penis.

Meanwhile, at the north end of Worf, Beverly was on her way to the
second  orgasm of the day...and this was shaping up to be another
blockbuster! "Oh, yes....I'm going to cum.....EEEAAAGGHHH!" Beverly
shouted as the orgasm  hit.  Worf drank Beverly's juices greedily,
then pulled his penis away from  Deanna.  Flinging himself onto his
back, he lifted Beverly over him and lowered her onto his rampant
Klingon organ of lust.  Beverly felt it enter her  and groaned in
sheer delight!  The roughness tingled her vaginal walls as he
penetrated deeper into her.  Deanna quickly moved to Worf's head and
lowered  herself onto Worf's face; he sent his tongue into the
familiar territory of Deanna's vagina, beginning his search for her
clitoris...as usual, taking the "scenic route"...stopping at her
vaginal lips and walls along the way.  Deanna groaned, "Ahhh....oh,
gods.....yesss....oh, that feels  so.....so......AHHHH!"  Deanna came
into Worf's mouth; however, the Klingon didn't stop licking.

Meanwhile, Beverly had lost count on the number of orgasms Worf had
given her; it seemed that each thrust of the Klingon beneath her made
her cum still more.  And, with each one she had, she wanted more!  She
had never felt so sexually  charged in her life...and she didn't want
it to end!

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Back in his quarters, Lt. Commander Data had begun decoding the
message from Commander Sela, wondering what had prompted her to
communicate with him.  The last time they had met was on Romulus..a
meeting which did not turn out favorably for her.  He finished
decoding the message, and sat down to watch.

"By the time you read this, Data, I will be departing Romulus forever,
as I am defecting to the Federation.  After our last encounter, I
decided to do some further checking into the stories that you had
told me about the Federation, and found that you had told the truth.
Further, the propaganda put forth by the Romulan government was often
just that....propaganda, without a shred of truth in it.  I remember
something my mother once said; 'If you live a lie, pretty soon, a lie
is all your life is.'  Well, I'm tired of living a  lie.  But if I
stay on Romulus, that's exactly what I'll be doing.  You should  be
able to send replies to this message via the Vulcan Embassy on Earth;
they  will make sure that they get to me, as I don't know how long it
will take me to get to the Enterprise.  I want to ask you about my
mother, as you served with her.  There is still a great deal I don't
know about her.  Until we meet, Sela  out."

Interesting, Data thought.  Apparently, Dr. King was right; the truth
can set you free.

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Back in Main Holodeck Two, the partners had changed positions.  Deanna
was on her hands and knees, taking Worf from behind, while Beverly
was sitting on the  counselor's back, feeding the Klingon her breasts.
She had never thought that having her nipples sucked could giver her
an orgasm...apparently, she hadn't counted on the roughness of the
Klingon tongue.  Deanna and Beverly continued to have orgasm after
orgasm as the seemingly tireless Klingon kept up his workmanlike
pace.

However, the seemingly tireless Klingon was running out of steam.  He
had  given Deanna and Beverly countless orgasms, but he WAS only
Klingon.  Even he was beginning to run down.  He gave one last thrust
into Deanna, pulled back from Beverly's breast, and howled his orgasm
into the Holodeck.

Deanna felt the force of Worf's juices spurting into her and thrust
back  greedily, taking Worf into her to the hilt.  She wriggled in a
frenzy, enjoying the sensations Worf's penis inside her was creating
as she moved.  Worf simply pulled back and collapsed on the bed,
exhausted.

Beverly got off Deanna's back and checked Worf's pulse.  Deanna got up
and joined her.

"Is he all right?" Deanna asked.

"He's fine," Beverly replied, smiling.  "He's just tuckered out."

Deanna turned to Beverly.  "I don't know about you, but I still want
more."

Beverly smiled at Deanna.  "So do I.  Who's next?"

Deanna thought a bit, then replied, "It's obvious.  Who on this ship
would have more stamina than Worf?"

"Data!  He's an android," Beverly replied.  "I seem to recall Tasha
once saying that Data can be very kind and gentle.  I always wondered
what she meant by that."

Deanna giggled softly, then whispered, "Promise not to tell?"

"Of course.  I AM a doctor, you know; I have the Hippocratic Oath,"
Beverly replied.

Deanna whispered, "Tasha and Data made love while under the influence
of the Psi-2000/Tsiokovsky virus."

Beverly looked stunned.  "No!" she whispered.

"Yes!" Deanna whispered back.

Beverly giggled again.  "I think it's time that Data got some
'practice'."

Deanna called out, "Computer; location of Lt. Commander Data."

The computer replied, "Lt. Commander Data is in Ten-Forward."

Beverly called out, "Crusher to Data."

In Ten-Forward, Lt. Commander Data was drinking a genuine glass of
Romulan Ale when he received Beverly's call.  "Data here, Doctor."

Beverly called out, "Could you please come to Holodeck Two?  I need
your help."

"On my way, Doctor.  Data out," the android replied.  Data turned to
Geordi LaForge, his good friend and the Enterprise Chief Engineer.
"I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer, Geordi.  I'm curious as to why
Doctor Crusher wants me in a Holodeck."

Geordi replied, "So am I.  Could you tell me later?"

"If I am allowed to, Geordi.  It may be something that the doctor
wishes to keep private," Data replied.

"Don't worry, Data.  If you can, tell me.  If not, it's okay," Geordi
answered.

Data quickly drained his glass and left for Main Holodeck Two.

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When Data arrived in Main Holodeck Two, he noticed a program running.
He checked the program's name.  He saw that the program was named
TARA.  He further recognized it as one of Counselor Troi's "romance"
programs she had done since she began seeing Worf.

"Curious," he thought aloud.  "Why would Doctor Crusher be running one
of Counselor Troi's Holodeck programs?"  He spoke into the speaker in
the archway, "Computer, location of Doctor Beverly Crusher."

The computer replied, "Doctor Crusher is in Main Holodeck Two.  Enter
when ready, Lt. Commander Data."

The door to the holodeck opened, Data walked through, the door
closed....and he abruptly froze.

He saw...he couldn't believe what he saw.  He ran a diagnostic of his
optical circuits; there was no malfunction...that meant he wasn't
"seeing things".  There on the bed were a naked Doctor Crusher, an
equally naked Counselor Troi, both grinning eagerly, and a naked,
unconscious Lt. Worf.  The Klingon had apparently not been hurt, as he
was apparently smiling (an unusual sight to see on a Klingon).

He slowly approached the bed.  "Doctor, Counselor.  Do you wish me to
take Lt. Worf to Sickbay?"

Beverly replied.  "No, Data.  We asked you here to conduct a
scientific experiment."

"What sort of experiment, Doctor?" Data asked.

Deanna replied, "An experiment on human/android/Betazoid sexual
interaction."

Data thought a bit, then replied, "Interesting. I have been curious
about both human and Betazoid sexuality, and whether certain stories
regarding females of both species are factual or simply the stuff of
what humans once called 'urban legend'."

Deanna replied, "And, I must admit, I am curious about something that
came up at the hearing regarding your status as a sentient being.  In
the hearing, you stated that you had been 'intimate' with Tasha.
Since I know of only one other case of you being 'intimate' with a
non-android female, I am wondering if you have let your pleasuring
skills lapse from non- use."

Data quickly stripped and got onto the bed between the two women.  "As
Groucho Marx once said, 'Let's operate and find out!'"

Data quickly placed his mouth upon Deanna Troi's vagina and began
licking her softly.  He quickly rolled onto his back and pulled Deanna
so she was on her knees above his head; Beverly quickly moved out of
the way to avoid being crushed.  When Data was fully on his back, he
forced his penis to erect.  Beverly glanced at Data's erection...and
gasped.  Data was "well-hung"; his penis must be at least ten inches
long!  "I MUST have it!" she thought.  Without further ado, she
clambered over the recumbent android and neatly impaled herself.

As Beverly began to raise and lower herself upon Data's erect penis,
she looked at Deanna.  The Counselor was moaning in delight, "Ohhh,
yesss!
Apparently...you...aren't...out...of...practice.....oooooh....deeper..
...yes sss......deeper...."

Beverly reached out and began rubbing Deanna's breasts, flicking the
nipples with her thumbs.  "Oh, god...I'm going
to....cum.....so.....so.....AHHHHH!" Deanna screamed, both vocally and
telepathically.

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In Ten-Forward, Guinan suddenly felt a strange sensation between her
legs...and in her mind.  It felt as though....she were being orally
stimulated.  She looked down at her feet.  She saw nothing out of the
ordinary.  Then she realized that only one person onboard the
Enterprise could be the source of what she just felt....and there was
only one reason why those feelings would be apparent to Guinan.  She
activated the intercom unit behind the bar.  "Guinan to Captain
Picard."

In his quarters, Jean-Luc Picard was in the middle of reading a Dixon
Hill novel when Guinan's call reached him.  "Picard here, Guinan.  Is
something wrong?"

"I don't know, Captain.  I think that Counselor Troi has gone into
'phase'" Picard's head jerked up at that.  He remembered Deanna's
mother, Lwaxana, mentioning some of the effects of the Betazoid
"phase": vastly increased sexual desire and erratic functioning of the
natural Betazoid telepathic center of the brain.  Fortunately, this
could not have occurred at a better time, as the Enterprise was
enroute to Centaurus for extended shore leave.

"Alright, Guinan.  I know what I must do.

Picard out."  The captain walked over to his computer terminal.

"Computer, effective immediately, Counselor Deanna Troi is relieved of
duty until medically certified by the Chief Medical Officer."  He then
placed his head into his hands and brooded.

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Back in Main Holodeck Two, Worf had finally regained consciousness.
He quickly got off the bed and dressed, and left the Holodeck.  Worf
realized he had to inform the Captain of what Deanna and Beverly were
doing.  He quickly ran to the Captain's quarters and tapped the
notifier.

"Come," said Picard.

Worf quickly entered.  "Captain, I must speak with you.  It's about
Counselor Troi-"

Picard cut him off.  "I know, Lieutenant.  Apparently, Deanna's gone
into 'phase'"

Worf quickly replied, "I didn't finish, Captain!  I was going to say
that it's about Counselor Troi and Doctor Crusher."

"Beverly?  What about Beverly?" Picard asked.

Worf grunted.  "I...don't know how else to say this...but Deanna and
Doctor Crusher had sex with me.  At the same time.  And right now,
they are having sex with Data!"

This shook Picard.  He knew from Lwaxana's comments that a Betazoid
in "phase" would seek out the nearest available male to satisfy her
incredible sexual lust; however, he had never heard of the condition
ever affecting a human female.  Further, he still had romantic
feelings for the lovely Doctor Crusher; and the knowledge that she
apparently decided to seduce Data shook him to his foundation.

"Very well, Lieutenant.  You are not to talk about this with anyone,"
Picard replied.  "Further, you are not to mention this in any official
records.  In other words, keep this to yourself."

Worf grunted, "Understood, Captain."

"Dismissed, Lieutenant," Picard replied.  Worf turned and left, the
door closing behind him.

Picard put his head back into his hands...and quietly sobbed.

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In Main Holodeck Two, the lovemaking continued apace.  Beverly was now
on her hands and knees on the bed, taking Data's still-hard penis into
her anal cavity.  Deanna was seated on the doctor's back, feeding her
nipples one at a time into Data's mouth.  Meanwhile, Data had placed
two fingers of his right hand into Deanna's vagina and was moving them
slowly in and out, while the index finger of his left hand was
strumming Beverly's  clitoris.

Data WAS curious as to the reasoning behind the sudden interest in his
"pleasuring programs", so he compared the current biological readings
on both Deanna and Doctor Crusher with current Starfleet Medical
records.  Except for high pheromonal output, Doctor Crusher's readings
were normal; however, in Counselor Troi, he picked up readings
indicating that she had entered the Betazoid "phase"...and indications
that she was infected with a virus.  Data quickly accessed Starfleet
Medical Toxicology files...and identified the virus as the one
responsible for Zanthi Fever, which affected older Betazoids...and
discovered that the last known case occurred on Deep Space Nine, and
involved Lwaxana Troi, Deanna's mother.  He found Dr. Julian Bashir's
casefiles on this incident, and discovered that there was nothing
harmful about the virus itself, and the disease should run its course
in about fourteen days.

While Data's positronic brain was performing these inquiries, his
hands, mouth and penis were still actively stimulating the two women,
who moaned, groaned, and gasped as the android continued his "assault
of love". Finally, the two women could take no more, and slowly ran
down.  Deanna got off Beverly's back and collapsed on the bed, while
the doctor simply flattened herself on her stomach.  Data got up from
the bed and walked over to the archway.

"Data to Captain Picard."

Picard heard the chime of the intercom.  He slowly raised his head and
touched the acknowledgement button.  "Picard here, Mr. Data."

Data replied, "Sir, I wish to report an odd incident."

Picard replied, "If you are referring to Counselor Troi and Doctor
Crusher, I am already aware of that.  Are the three of you still in
Holodeck  Two?"

"That is correct, sir," Data replied.

Picard sighed.  He knew what he had to do; however, he didn't have to
like it.  "Very well, Mr. Data.  I hereby relieve you of duty for the
next fourteen days."

"Sir?" Data asked, puzzled.

"Counselor Troi is in 'phase', Data.  You are the only member of this
crew who is physically able to cope with her sexual demands.
Therefore, in the interests of the ship and crew morale, I ask that
you remain available to Counselor Troi to fulfill her sexual needs
during this period.  As apparently Doctor Crusher somehow became
affected, I must isolate the three of you from physical contact with
the rest of the ship until this runs its course.  Therefore," Picard
continued, "I have locked out Main Holodeck Two during this period of
confinement.  If any of you need nourishment, it can be Transported
in.  Do you know where the restroom and shower facilities are in that
Holodeck?"

"Yes, Captain. I understand, sir," Data replied. "And, I am sorry
about Doctor Crusher."

"Thank you, Mr. Data.  Picard out," the captain replied.

He lay down on his bunk, curled up in a ball, and slowly sobbed
himself to sleep, crying over the loss of a friend.

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The End