The BLTS Archive - Mudd's Women
by Lyrastar (lyraastra@yahoo.com)

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Disclaimer:  The characters and all things Trek are the property of
Paramount/Viacom.  The women are, or were, the property of Harry Mudd.
At least he thought so. ;-)

Thanks to Dina for the beta help.

Archiving: FFF, ASC*, BLTS and my page.

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"Harder, Ruthie, harder!"  Harry sat on a stool in the corner of the
Training Room, clearly taking great glee in his role of orchestrating
from the side.

Packed into her skin-tight Rigellian eelskin corset with matching
garter, heels and fishnet stockings, Ruth jumped to his command.
Choke collar at her neck, she tossed her long, black hair over her
shoulder and gave the nipple crank another half turn.

"Ow!"  Magda cried out in pain and her fingers clenched spasmodically,
long nails driving into the soft, giving flesh of her palms.  She
stood near naked, flush against the bulkhead, spread- eagled and
restrained.  She was cuffed ankles and wrists to the wall by thick
bands of burnished black durasteel.  The flimsy lavender serape
dangled uselessly from her left arm.  Her left breast protruded from
under it and heaved in sympathy with her right which, clamped in the
cold metal contraption, throbbed in fresh agony at Ruth's merest whim.

With a look of disgust Ruth yanked the flimsy fabric down and off of
Magda's shoulder.  Threads tore, but she paid it no mind.  She tossed
the little wrap indifferently on the ground.

Magda twisted in the cuffs, shying as if to cover her naked body.  It
might have been comical if it hadn't been so patently pathetic.  The
durasteel held, of course, and the impotent motion did nothing but
tear harder at her left wrist, which puffed and oozed already.

"That's it, Ruthie," Harry urged.  "These settlers have to fight the
rock and the weather all day long.  At night they don't want to
struggle for control; they want it to be easy, to be meat in your
hands.  Let him know who he belongs to.  Let him know what to do to
get his reward."

Ruth reached out and cupped her hand possessively over Magda's pussy.
She slid two fingers over the satin slit between her legs.  Magda
bucked and jerked, but the tell-tell ooze ran over Ruth's fingers and
soon the unmistakable smell of sex had filled the air.

"That's right, Ruthie, don't let her fool you.  She looks good and
ready to me.  Is her clit hard?"

"No," Magda moaned.

"Yes," Ruthie said.

"Well, what are you waiting for, girl?  Farmers need their sleep.  You
don't have all night.  On with it."

With a twist of her wrist, Ruth thrust three fingers in up to her
thumb.  Magda shrieked, but the delicious clicking and sucking that
soon followed belied her protests.  Soon they were rocking in rhythm.
Magda strained her ass out from the wall, lunging and quivering,
trying in vain to capture more and more within her cunt.

The door swished open.  Eve McHuron stomped into the room and looked
around in disgust.  "Jesus, Harry, what's going on here?"

"You're late, Evie," Harry reprimanded.  "Come on now, be a good girl.
Show us your pecker."

"Harry, this is serious.  We don't have time for this." Eve protested.
"You should be on the bridge.  There's something on the proximity
sensor and the ship keeps picking up speed."

"It's probably just a stray asteroid.  We're half a parsec from a
major belt.  Don't worry, I set the autopilot on evasive maneuvers and
I programmed them meself."  Harry crossed his arms and gloated smugly.
His earring bobbed along with him as if to echo silent support.

"You're a master at those, all right," Eve agreed sarcastically.  "But
Harry, if it is a ship--"

"Evie, Evie, trust me," Harry oozed paternally.  "I took care of
everything.  Now you just worry about what happens if we arrive at
Ophiucus Six before you girls finish your marital aid classes, hmm?
And from where I sit, it looks like Maggie there could use some help."

Indeed, Maggie wiggled and writhed, a woman in heat.  She strained
hard against the unforgiving steel cuffs, heedless of the pain. Blood
ran in rivulets from her left wrist now.  Ruth worked the nipple clamp
with her left hand, fingered Magda's cunt with her right, but still it
wasn't enough.

"Oh, Harry, you're a pig," Eve spit out in disgust.

Flinging aside the centerpanel of her dress, Eve reached beneath and
pulled out a shimmering pink dong.  It matched the dress fabric
exactly for every one of its twenty-five glorious centimeters.  It was
firm and thick and the sensiplast was already warm beneath her hand.
She checked the harness for security, then gave a single, efficient
tug at the side closure to snug it up a notch.

With a glance from her, Ruth moved deferentially aside.  Magda gazed
at her gratefully.  Eve stepped up and, in a handful of thrusts,
pumped Magda over the edge and out of her misery.

Eve wiped the dong on her dress panel and dropped it neatly back
beneath the flap.  "Honestly, Harry, I don't know what gets into you
sometimes.  Do you think that every man in the galaxy likes to play
sick games like you do?"

Nonchalantly, Harry tossed the keys to Ruth.  She bent over Magda's
feet, revealing the splendid crack of her ass, and undid the ankle
cuffs.

Magda stepped away from the wall and gave her tight little body a
shake.  Her arms were still pinned to the wall and she arced back,
rippling every muscle in frustration.  "Ruth--" she pleaded.

"Harry, the *other* key," Ruth stressed.

"Oh, sorry, m'dear." Harry spoke with his eyes glued to Madga's
sweaty, bloody body.  He didn't sound one bit sorry at all.  He tossed
her another key to Ruthie, and with a twist and a click, Ruth had
Magda freed.

Ruth stepped over to where she had laid her emerald overdress.  She
shrugged it on and wrapped it tight.  It covered every inch of the
harness.  The little fringe even covered the collar like it had been
designed for the purpose.  Which it had.

Magda went to the wall unit and began to wipe herself down.  With the
manner of one much practiced, she began to rearrange the serape into
some semblance of wearable order.  "Harry, you really are a sick
bastard.  If I didn't need to get off that damned research station so
badly--"

"Come now, Maggie, that's not all you need from me, is it?"  Harry
reached in another pocket and pulled out a sparkling crystal.  She
turned and made a sudden lunge for it.  He jumped up, clattering the
stool behind him, and held it high overhead, well out of her reach.
"Uh, uh, uh," he chided.

"Shit, Harry," Eve swore as she helped Ruth with her dress.  "Haven't
you had enough of your games for one day?"

Harry laughed.  "Enough, Evie?  When will you learn my dear, that
there is no such thing as enough?"

"Really?"  Eve looked significantly at Magda who nodded quick assent.

Ruth said nothing, but she bent over for the riding crop that lay
forgotten at her feet.  She smacked it once smartly across her palm.

Eve reached between her legs and pulled the shimmering dildo out once
again.  She gave him an evil grin. "Let's see you put your money where
your mouth is, Harry."  Moving as one, the three inched purposefully
toward him.

"Oh no!" Harry backed up, trapping himself unwittingly into a corner.
"You can't!  You wouldn't!"

Ruth slapped the riding crop once across his thigh.

Harry screamed like a girl.  His hat sailed across the room and he
fell to his knees.  That was mistake.  In a flash, Ruth had his face
pushed into the deck and Magda had his pants pulled down around his
flabby thighs.

Eve positioned herself, "Here ya, go Harry.  Let see how much of this
you think is enough."  With no further ado she porked his ass.  It
wasn't much trouble.  He had taken larger than that--many, many times.

But without preparation, the squeal that came from him reminded them
of a great, big, fat, quivering pig.  As she got into her rhythm, Eve
thought to herself that maybe this time Harry had been right.  Maybe
there was no such thing as enough of this.

Face flushed with excitement, Magda leaned over the corpulent bulk of
Harry's back.  She ground her breasts down in among the warm folds of
fat and stuck her tongue out to Ruth in unrestrained exultation.

Ruth leaned in eagerly, kissing her hard and deep.  With the combined
weight of their bodies they pressed and held him face down into the
deck, smothering him until he could barely breathe.  As their tongues
pulsed and snaked hot and strong between their mouths, Madga reached
up and took Ruth's head in her hands.  She felt the long strands of
silken hair fall gentle through her fingers and wondered how anyone
could be so soft and hard both at once.

But then the alarm squawked full volume.  "Proximity alert: entering
asteroid belt.  Proximity alert: starship off starboard stern.
Emergency alert: engines on overload, warp core breach imminent."

"Shit!"  Harry leapt to his feet, pushing all three girls off as
easily as flies.

He gathered his pants around his ridiculous waist and barked, "Girls,
get to the transporter room, wait for me there."

He grabbed his hat and ran out the door to the continuous wailing of
the sirens.  Two seconds later he popped his head back in.  "Oh, and
Ruthie, darling, you're going onto a starship, m'dear.  Take those
stockings off.  They make you look like a slut."

And then he was gone.

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"The commander of the transport to see you, Sir."  Spock's crisp
tones broke in on Kirk's thoughts.

"Oh, good, send him in."  Jim Kirk looked up from his desk.

Eve, Ruth, and Magda sashayed in.  Harry stood innocently in the back.

Eve marched up to the desk and looked Jim straight in the eye.  Just
below the level of the desk, just out of Jim's eye view, she moved one
hand up against her thigh and under the right-side slit of her dress
and jiggled.  Something jumped beneath the front panel.  Her voice
hung thick and sultry when she held his eyes and spoke.  "Hello."

Arms crossed before him, Spock watched from the doorway, and smirked.
This should prove interesting.  But he wasn't worried; he'd already
checked it out in the turbolift.  His was bigger.

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The End