The BLTS Arcchive - Young Lovers
#3: Better Living Through Reckless Experimentation
by T'Lin ( LinkyS@aol.com )

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Part three of the "Young Lovers" Series ... this story
is a sequel to "On Safer Ground" and "Playground Of The Mind".

Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own the TREK universe, I only play in it.
No copyright infringement is intended, nor do I make any money off of
this. Although I do not own these characters, this original piece of
fanfiction is the property of T'Lin, © 19 October, 2003.

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Written for Round XII of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest.

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Some say that my tendency towards reckless experimentation is a
character flaw ... personally, I think of it as an asset to my line of
work. To be an explorer, one must be willing to take chances.

Of course, anything can be a problem, if left unchecked, which is why
I value my relationship with Hoshi so highly. She keeps me focused ...
reminds me of my limits and the consequences of overstepping them.
Without her, I don't know where I'd be today ...

---
one week before


As soon as my work shift had ended, I returned to my quarters, hoping
above all else that Hoshi and I would both be on the shore leave
roster. She had warned me of the improbability ... after all, she was
one of the few who had taken leave last time around. But I wasn't
about to give up hope. And of course, there was always the possibility
that I, too, would not be on the list ... but I was.

My desire to spend some 'down time' with Hoshi almost made me offer to
give up my two days and two nights planetside ... almost, but not
quite. After all, this world was along the trade routes frequented by
Travis' family, and the tales he told held too much fascination for
me.

When Hoshi and I met for dinner, she already knew that I was on the
list. She was disappointed that we would be separated for a few nights
-- I could see it in her eyes -- but she would never say anything to
try and persuade me to stay. She did, however, remind me once again of
the hidden hazards that can be found on unknown planets. Her retelling
of the trials and tribulations of Reed and Tucker, when they were on
Risa, kept me in stitches all through dinner.

After dinner, Hoshi suggested we skip the movie that Commander Tucker
had planned ... I heartily agreed. We made our way to her cabin in
silence, shoulder to shoulder, but not quite touching. I wanted to
reach out and take her hand, but she had set the rules ... no open
signs of affection. She was concerned, she had told me, because of the
non-fraternization rules imposed by Starfleet. When I pointed out to
her that she was far from my superior officer -- her rank of Ensign is
just barely above my lowly rank of Crewman -- and that we were
assigned to different departments, she partially conceded the point,
but felt it was best to remain on the safe side, and keep our
relationship private for now.

When we got to Hoshi's cabin, however, her transformation was almost
instantaneous. Suddenly, my quiet linguist became the sex kitten I
have come to love. As our mouths locked together, tongues entwining,
she slipped her hand between us, and lowered the zipper of my uniform.
She had the uniform down around my waist in seconds, her hands
playfully squeezing my nipples, which were hardening rapidly at her
touch, and the though of that talented tongue flicking over them.

I was completely oblivious to the fact we were moving across the room
until I felt the bed hit the back of my legs. I fell back, reaching
out for Hoshi, to pull her to me. But she was still standing,
unzipping her own uniform, and sliding it down her body. I wriggled
out of my own, as I watched her strip for me ... the black lace teddy
and black stockings revealed by her striptease were far from
regulation.

I watched as she slid her hands over her body ... she knew how much I
loved watching her. I could see her breasts poking against the fabric
of the teddy, the nipples hardening as the silky fabric grew tighter
across them. I reached down to pinch my own nipples, trying to imagine
the feel of lace instead of cotton. My other hand slipped lower,
between my legs, as I watched her do the same. I imagined the feel of
fingers lightly brushing against my sex, with the thin piece of silky
lace between.

My imagination was barely adequate to compensate for the thick cotton
of our regulation briefs. When Hoshi whispered 'take them off' I
complied, taking only seconds to slip off the blue panties and crop
top. I stood before her naked, torn between wanting to give her
pleasure, or receiving it. There was only one solution, in my mind,
but apparently Hoshi had something else in mind.

She grabbed me, pulling me to her as we once again locked lips. He
mouth then moved to my tits ... sucking and pulling on first one, then
the other, as her hands explored lower. My knees gave way, and I found
myself sitting on the edge of the bed with Hoshi's head in my lap. She
spread my thighs with her hands, as I lay back.

As I expected, that talented tongue was soon flicking in and out of
me, torturing me. As her tongue flicked playfully over the hard bud of
my sex, she slipped her fingers into me ... I writhed in pleasure,
pinching my nipples as she playfully nibbled and sucked, thrusting her
fingers deeper and harder.

She was talented, and knew how to prolong my release, but only so far
... I bucked and writhed, calling out to her to fuck me harder. When I
came, it was explosive.

When my orgasm subsided, she slid her fingers out of me slowly, making
me moan all the more. I was completely spent, as she lifted my legs
from the floor so that I was fully on the bed, then she joined me. I
rolled onto my side, caressing her as she lay beside me. As my fingers
slid over her hard nipples, she moaned. When I slipped my hand lower,
between her legs, I discovered that she was wearing the teddy I loved;
the one with the hook closure positioned perfectly for penetration,
without removing the teddy.

I smiled, as I slipped my fingers in, my thumb brushing over her lace
covered clit as I sucked on her lace covered breast. She moaned, as I
played with her clit through the lace; the teddy getting wet, as she
writhed in pleasure. When I whispered to her that one of these days, I
would fuck her with a strap-on dildo, she came, begging for more.

I awoke hours later, with Hoshi looking at me. I glanced at the chrono
on the wall, and realized that I had to go. The shuttle would be
leaving at 0700 hours, and I still needed to pack a few things. We
kissed, and I got dressed. Hoshi threw on her robe, and followed me to
the door, kissing me once more, and telling me to be careful while on
leave. I promised her I would be good ... to a point.

We both laughed, and said goodnight.

---

The next morning came along far too soon. Hoshi was on duty, so there
would be no send-off ... just as well, since our romance was a secret.
Travis was flying, and there were a handful of people I hardly knew
with us. Funny how on a ship this size, there were still people I
didn't know at all, even though we had been in space for over a year.

The trip planetside was uneventful, and soon, we were all on our own.
Travis had suggested a few places of interest, and I was out to find
one of them. It was a sort of Bed and Breakfast, if his description
was accurate ... a place that catered to a wide variety of alien
beings. I thought it sounded like the perfect place for me ... perfect
for getting the most out of this vacation. After all, I loved to
explore alien cultures and people. My philosophy ... find a place
where many people gathered, and explore every aspect of it. The more
cultures to explore, the better.

Of course, my philosophy has been known to get me in trouble ... but I
had promised Hoshi that I would behave myself. I'd observe, but not
get involved. Not as much fun, but safer.

I followed Travis' directions, and soon found the place. At least, I
thought I had ... the characters on the sign seemed slightly different
than the ones Travis had written out for me, but not much different.
After a moments consideration and wish that Hoshi were here to
double-check, I decided that it was just his handwriting that made it
look different ... after all, alien script was not always easy to
reproduce.

When I entered the place, however, I realized that I may have been
mistaken. Yes, there were aliens here from at least a dozen different
worlds, none of them familiar to me, but it was hardly the high-class
place of Travis' description. No sooner had I realized this, and
decided to make a hasty retreat, I found myself being surrounded.

There were five of them, presumably all male, but I was uncertain of
at least two of them. They each spoke to me, but since they were
speaking all at the same time, the UT couldn't recognize any of the
languages they used, if any were familiar enough to be in its
database. Regardless, their gestures made their intentions clear ...
they wanted sex.

I tried to tell them that I wasn't interested, but they didn't seem to
want to take no for an answer. As I backed closer and closer to what
was obviously a reception desk, I realized that my actions may have
been a bit misleading. After all, why would I be trying to get a room
if I wasn't interested in what they were offering. To be honest, I
didn't think of that at the time, I was simply trying to get away.

There was nobody behind the desk, but there were keys on a peg board
behind it. Numbers, or symbols that were, I hoped, analogous to
numbers, were behind each key. I figured that if I were in a room,
where I could lock the door, I'd be safe. At this point, it appeared
to be my only option. Not the best, but better than nothing.

So be it.

I turned and headed for the desk, ducking under a fold-up counter to
get on the other side. There were a dozen pegs, three rows of four
each. I assumed that each row represented a floor of the building,
with four rooms on each floor. With the counter between myself and my
five pursuers, I took a moment to find the stairs, and any indication
of the layout of the rooms above. To my delight, there was a diagram
on the counter, with small symbols in squares ... a quick glance told
me that they corresponded to the symbols behind the keys. Of the three
that were still on their pegs, I took the one closest to the stairs,
which just happened to be on the third floor.

Grabbing the key, I ducked under the counter again, and made a mad
dash to the stairway, running up, and around, until I found the right
landing. The room I wanted was just to the right of the stairs; I
opened the door, and quickly locked it behind me. As I slumped against
the door I heard footsteps running up the stairs, apparently
continuing past this floor.

My heart was racing as I tried to catch my breath. Suddenly, there was
a small sound, and the lights came on. I held my breath, wondering if
my pursuers had somehow found another way into the room.

There was no one in sight, although I could see precious little of the
room beyond. For all I knew, there was a madman waiting for me just
inside the room at the end of the hallway I was currently standing in.
I took a few tentative steps, trying to hear the room around me over
the beating of my heart.

As I crossed into the room, I froze ... before me was a collection of
what appeared to be torture devices. Standing there, my imagination
took over, and I realized that these were more likely sex aids, for
some very kinky forms of s&m. I walked around the room, fascinated. A
few items I could visualize the use of, but others were completely
lost on me, and I assumed that alien physiology was not always
compatible with human.


Between the adrenalin rush, and the ideas coming into my mind from
these various slings and tables, I was becoming aroused ... and I knew
that I needed to get out of here, fast, before I did something I would
later regret. I turned to leave the room, hoping that I could escape
unseen from the building, when I saw him ... leather-clad and masked,
he looked like something out of an old s&m video I saw once. I didn't
realize until he started to move toward me that he was mechanical ...
a sophisticated robot.

I tried to step around him. He followed my every move, and I was
certain that if I got within touching distance, I would be restrained
in some unknown fashion ... I kept my distance. Looking around
further, I saw that there were no windows, or other means of escape
... past him, and into the hallway was my only way out.

It was then that I realized I had only one option ... call the ship,
and ask for help. Opening my communicator, I called out to the ship,
only to be greeted by static ... and apparently triggering something
in the robot with the sound of my voice.

---

The planet below was basically a trading post in space, according to
Travis, who had visited here often with his family. The local
population were simple folk ... farmers, for the most part, who relied
on a simple barter system to ensure that everyone had all they needed.

When the first alien race made contact with them, nearly 100 years
ago, they were accepted with open arms. The aliens were in need of
ore, to repair their ship ... in exchange, they provided machinery
that made tilling and harvesting easier. Over time, other races came
to the planet, and were treated with the same hospitality and a
sharing of wealth. Eventually, with the help of a few of these alien
races, an orbital trading post and space dock were erected. The
Paradise Trading Post, as it was soon to be known as, was *the* place
to go in the sector, if you needed *anything* ... as long as you had
something of equal value to trade.

That included shore leave privileges. Travis made contact with the
orbital station, requesting permission for thirty crewmen to spend two
days and nights planetside, and a list of acceptable items or services
to exchange. A list of items was sent to the ship. After perusing it
for a minute or two, the captain checked off the items that they could
spare, and added the use of an engineer for a few hours, to help with
any repairs they may need ... an assumption he made, considering many
of the items listed were replacement parts for some of the machinery
used in harvesting their crops.

The list was sent back, and accepted. Within minutes, a list of thirst
names was printed out by the computer ... randomly picked from those
crewmen who had not been on leave on Risa a few months earlier. The
only exception made was for Travis, who knew people here ... besides,
he was injured on Risa, and spent most of his leave in sickbay, near
death due to an allergic reaction to the pain meds he was give.

Two hours later, the first of the two shuttlepods left the ship ...
Travis piloting. The captain had asked Travis to report in as soon as
they landed, then the second shuttlepod would follow. Travis assured
him that there was no need for such a precaution, but the captain
insisted they follow proper procedure.

---

Whenever there were crewmen off-ship, communications was monitored. It
was a job that any qualified person could handle, but usually, Hoshi
did it herself.

Today was no exception.

If truth be told, she preferred it that way ... after all, it gave her
an excuse to scan the local communications traffic, and hone her
linguistic skills. To that end, she had shut off the UT before
scanning.

There were multiple overlapping messages ... but surprisingly, nothing
between the ships in orbit, and the planet below. She had not grasped
just how odd this was until she looked at her chronometer, and
realized that the shuttle was overdue reporting in. Automatically, she
opened a channel to the shuttlepod, and received only static in reply.

She reported her lack of response to the captain, who called to the
shuttlebay telling the second crew to hold off launch until
communications was restored. He then called the orbital station,
requesting to speak to the person Travis had contacted.

It was then that he realized something was wrong ... as he was told
that there was nobody there by that name.

---

T'Pol scanned the surface with no sign of the shuttlepod, or the
fifteen humans aboard it. She checked, and rechecked her scanners, but
nothing changed. Either they had vanished, or there was something in
the atmosphere of the planet that was skewing her scans.

Nearly an hour had passed, when Travis' voice came over Hoshi's
communications panel, requesting permission to return to the ship. A
quick scan showed that the shuttlepod was halfway between the planet,
and the trading post, rising quickly toward the ship ... there were
nine people aboard.

The captain, Reed and Hoshi met the shuttle in the hanger, Phlox
joined them minutes later.

Travis was the first to report. Upon landing, he had attempted to
contact the ship, while the others 14 people gathered their
belongings, and made their way to their vacation destinations. Since
he had assumed that everything would proceed without a glitch, he
hadn't insisted on his fellow crewmates sticking around ... by the
time he realized that there was a problem, they had all dispersed.

Travis' first reaction, after being unable to contact the ship, was to
recall his fellow crew members -- after all, standard procedure was to
remain together until *after* they had communicated with the ship --
but that proved to be as difficult as contacting the ship.

Since he knew the intended destination of a few of the crew, he set
out in search of them. One by one, he came upon them ... some
apparently lost; others shocked by what they had seen. Travis was
among those experiencing shock, for the pleasant world he had known
was changed ... it was no longer the quiet, peaceful world that had
been unspoiled by interaction with alien cultures.

The parklands were no longer cleanly manicured, with playing fields
where children gathered; now, signs of derelicts living under
overgrown shrubbery and in tattered tents littered the fields, while
prostitutes and drug dealers plied their trade. Everywhere he turned,
it was the same: quaint hotels were now selling their rooms by the
hour; theaters, where family entertainment used to be the norm, were
now advertising XXX forms of entertainment; markets that used to be
open for trading services were now offering slaves that could fulfil
your every need and desire.

Travis had gathered only eight others to him when one of the locals
approached, asking to see their visitor passes. Of course, they had no
such passes. It was then that Travis realized just where the 'slaves'
came from. His explanation soon turned into a scuffle, and the nine of
them eventually fought their way out of the situation, and back to the
shuttlepod.

At first, they had considered flying over the city, trying to find the
remainder of their companions, but they were fired upon, forcing them
to leave the planet, and return to the ship for reinforcements.

---

When Travis finished his report, Archer brought up a list of the
missing crew. A call went out to the ship at large, asking for any
information on where these people had planned to go. Within minutes,
they had possible locations on all the missing crew members ... and
Travis, Phlox, Hoshi and the captain set off to rescue them.

---

I found myself backed into a corner, the robot obviously scanning me.
He hadn't touched me yet, but I knew instinctively that it was only a
matter of time. Keeping my movements to a minimum, I lifter my
communicator and readjusted it to the shuttlepod's frequency ... but
the result was the same as before, nothing but static.

Unfortunately, there was something about my actions that triggered the
robot into motion. One of his 'hands' reached out, aligning itself
just beneath my chin. It didn't touch me, yet I felt a slight pressure
move in a straight line down my body. Shifting my eyes, I saw the
'hand' moving downward, the zipper following the same path without
benefit of being touched by the 'hand'.

When the zipper reached its final destination, the pressure stopped,
and the 'hands' manifested small clips on their ends. I felt them clip
onto the shoulders of my uniform, then pull it down. I shivered ...
whether from cold or anticipation, I was not sure. A little of both, I
think. Regardless, my uniform was lowered, and left to pool at my feet
as the small clips took hold of my panties, and slid them down to join
the uniform.

My tank top soon followed, then the clips disappeared and something
resembling true hands grabbed hold of me, and lifted me into the air.
I let out a yelp, which did nothing to deter the robot from its
purpose. I soon found myself strapped spread-eagled, parallel to the
floor, face down.

My line of sight was limited; my hearing very astute. I series of
whirrs and clicks emanated from behind me, then the robot came into my
field of vision. It stood before me, holding what appeared to be
nipple clips held together with a thin chain. I gasped as the clips
gently closed onto my hard nipples, then noticed the small weights
that were suspended from the chain when the robot released his hold on
it.

I was growing aroused by the aching in my tits ... and when the robot
stepped back, he gave the harness a slight push, which caused the
weights to swing, pulling on my tits, adding to my arousal. I moaned,
then held my breath, trying to still my heartbeat so that I could hear
... I could have sworn that I had heard someone chuckle behind me.

Another click and whirr caught my attention, and I looked up to see
the robot smiling, and holding a rather odd looking contraption. It
took a moment for me to figure it out, and when I did, I started to
fight my bonds. Of course, this only caused the harness to sway more,
making the chain swing, pulling on my tits until I cried out.

This time, there was no mistaking the chuckle behind me ... and my
skin went cold from the sound of it. An order was snapped out to the
robot, and he left my field of vision ... I tried to follow his
movements, but turning my head caused the harness to swing once more.
I stopped, but knew that my reprieve from motion was not going to last
... there was only one way that my assailant would be using that
contraption; when this was over, my tits weren't the only things that
would ache from the abuse they would be receiving.

There was another order snapped out, then I heard a distinctive sigh
... I assumed that my assailant was preparing herself to rape me ...
the strap-on device she was planning on using had four phallus-like
protrusions on it. I could only assume that the side with the large
cock, and smaller butt-plug and textured bump in front was for her use
-- I had used similar strap-on devices myself, so I know how
stimulating they can be -- but the double-cock side, that was
something completely different. Both were nearly nine inches, and very
thick ... I shuddered at the thought of being violated by them
simultaneously; and at the same time, wondered what it would feel
like.

I had closed my eyes in anticipation, so was unprepared for the cock
that was thrust in my face. I couldn't understand what was being said
to me, but her intention was clear ... she wanted me to lubricate the
phallus' with my saliva. My mouth was dry, but I had to find a way ...
there was no way I wanted to endure penetration by these things
*without* lubrication.

Just then, there was a crash behind me, and the sound of a several
phasers ... my assailant crumbled to the floor, as several pairs of
hands grabbed me, and removed me from the harness. I felt a blanket
fall on my shoulders, as Hoshi knelt before me, and gently removed the
nipple clamps. I gasped in pain, and fell into her arms.

She whispered, "It's OK ... you're safe now," as she held me close,
and kissed me. I started to cry, relieved that rescue had come in
time.

"Can you walk, crewman," the Captain asked, as he gently laid his hand
on my shoulder. I looked up, and saw the compassion in his eyes, and I
nodded. Hoshi helped me to my feet, and we left the room.

When we had reached the shuttlepod, someone handed me my clothes, and
said that they would all wait outside, while I got dressed. Hoshi
offered to lend a hand, for which I was grateful. I dressed quickly,
and soon we were all on our way back to the ship.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one who had been captured. There were
six of us all together ... each one used in similar fashion ... some
not quite as lucky as I had been. Doctor Phlox was treating two for
broken bones, and another for minor burns, apparently inflicted with
some sort of branding device. The other two were, like myself, in a
state of shock ... but unlike me, they were alone in their journey
home.

---

The doctor had checked me out, and I was released from sickbay. Hoshi
was waiting for me, and we walked to my quarters, arm in arm. I was
exhausted, but I didn't want to be alone ... neither did Hoshi.

When the door closed behind us, she turned in my arms, and kissed me
... it was a tender kiss, lacking urgency, but not passion. I ran my
hands down her body, caressing her breasts through her uniform. Her
nipples stiffened, and the aching in my own returned. I pinched her
tits, knowing that there was nothing I could do to her that matched
what I had felt earlier ... and suddenly wished that I had nipple
clamps to put on her.

I stopped what I was doing, and turned away ... she placed her hand on
my shoulder, asking quietly, "Are you OK?"

"Yes ... but ..." I hesitated, then turned to face her once again,
continuing, "I should be horrified by what happened to me," another
pause, as I come to terms with what I'm about to say, "but I'm not.
Part of me *wanted* to be violated ... I was actually turned on by
what was happening. What's wrong with me?" I cried, as I turned away
once more.

"Nothing, my love," Hoshi said, and I felt her arms close around me,
her body pressed firmly to my back. "From what I could see, you were
not being hurt ... everything that was being done to you was an act of
pleasure, even if only marginally, through the mild infliction of
pain." Hoshi's hands slid over my tits, and I moaned, leaning back
against her, and slipping my hand between my legs. Her voice in my ear
startled me, as she said, "Bondage and domination/submission in sex is
obviously an area you haven't explored ... yet," then she
intentionally pinched my aching tits, and continued, "but if you're
interested, we can certainly give it a go ... as long as you promise
to share the nipple clamps and handcuffs with me."

"And the strap-on dildos," I said, as I turned in her arms and kissed
her. Then I winked, as I added, "although I doubt we'll ever find one
quite like *that*."

"Not likely," Hoshi agreed, then smiled, as she added, "but I do have
something you might enjoy a bit more ... I'll bring it over tomorrow
night."

We kissed, then Hoshi pulled away, unzipping her uniform as she did
so. I did likewise, and we went to sleep, Hoshi spooned behind me in
my narrow bed.

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The End