0 comments/ 99761 views/ 19 favorites Startrek Voyager: Klingon Seed By: Rambler The Federation starship Voyager sat motionless in the starlit sky. Numerous small fires were burning brightly and parts of the hull were flickering, the smoldering embers glowing like evil eyes. Although motionless and burning the starship was not critically damaged for the attack, though short, had been carried out with expert military precision, the laser fire superbly targeted on the nacelles. It therefore rendered the ship inoperable within mere seconds. After that, boarding her had been easy. Two alien vessels hovered nearby. One, the primary attacker, was a bird of prey, the Klingon cruiser Porragh. The other was considerably dwarfed by the other two and was manned by a handful of Ferengis. Its origin, though, was not that of Ferengi design. Several Klingon warriors and one Ferengi held Voyager's bridge crew in check with their phasers. Well, not the Ferengi. He just hid behind the backs of two huge Klingons, periodicaly peeking past them to gaze at the Federation captives. They had transported themselves directly on to the bridge, phasers blasting. Now several bodies cluttered the floor. Captain Katherine Janeway stared crestfallen at her dead shipmates. Two huge Klingons held her by the arms, their phasers at her back. She stared helplessly at Commander Tuvak who was the only crewman left alive. Tuvak lay crumpled behind his console, nursing a wounded shoulder. His face was, as always, expressionless. Janeway shook her head. The battle had been lost. Her crew was still fighting off the Klingon attackers below decks, but they were short, ineffective attempts. Although there was no one manning the communications console, reports were steadily filtering in. The crewman manning the post had been shot down before he could switch it off. It was total bedlam---shrill screams, blood curdling cries and the swish of phaser fire echoed through the bridge. Commander Tuvak rose groggily to his feet. A Klingon warrior rammed his phaser none too gently in his ear. "Stand still, Vulcan swine!" "Someone please turn that infernal noise off." A gigantic Klingon approached Janeway with a sneer. He was almost seven feet tall and had a massive chest and the shoulders of an ox. His sun-darkened tan and the dark goatee beard hardly hid the numerous scars that were etched on his craggy face. "I am Commander Org, from the house of Bro'Mar. You are undoubtedly my prisoner." He had a deep resounding voice. Janeway's eyes blazed at him. "How dare you attack a Federation ship? The Klingons are our allies! This is an act of treason! You've murdered half of my crew! What is the meaning of this?" Org turned his head but briefly. "Silence, woman!" One could see that Org was not a man easily taken off his stride. "Yes. We are Klingons. True Klingons do not bow to the Federation. We spit on the Federation! What a pack of whining, peace-loving simpletons! It is unfortunate that our government signed that ridiculous pact. We are renegades, Captain, and we will see to it that our world is restored to its once glorious presence. The capture of your ship is but a mere trifle compared to the victories we are yet to accomplish. But it is a start." Janeway glared at him angrily. "What is it that you want?" Org shrugged his massive shoulders. "Ah. What I want? That is an immaterial question. I already have what I want. Your ship and its technologies are now mine. In one, small swoop, I have doubled my armada. A bit costly, perhaps, as I did not have all that many men to begin with. Now I most certainly have less. But I intend to receive compensation." He turned and spoke to a Klingon warrior. "Doran! Take the men and go below. Clean this mess up. Round up the humans and lock them in separate cargo bays, females in one and males in the other. There's always some use for females, eh? The males, however, are expendable. Execute five male crewmen for every fallen Klingon you've found. These humans will learn to obey." Tuvak spoke up. "I must interject. This is highly illogical. How can you . . ." A dozen Klingon phasers fired at once. Tuvak disintegrated into a billion parts. Org slapped his thigh and burst out with a deep and resounding sarcastic laugh. He gazed around the bridge and nodded at his companions. "Now that, my friends, was extremely logical!" The Klingons roared with laughter. The Ferengi, for the most part, seemed indifferent and just hovered behind his Klingon bodyguard, nervously wringing his hands. Janeway was visibly shaken. "Murderous bastard!" She turned her head and stared angrily at the grotesque and squat figure of the Ferengi whose head appeared from behind a Klingon. "You! A Ferengi! What is your part in this?" The Ferengi bowed slightly. "Ah. The Ferengi are always present when there is a profit to be made." H scurried forward with his lopsided gait and tugged at Org's sleeve. "That reminds me. I do believe there is a matter we must settle. I have yet to be paid for my services. After all, it was I who lead you to Voyager." Org brushed off the Ferengi's hand like one would a pestering fly. "Yes, yes. There are many valuable items on board a vessel of such magnitude. Any bauble you fancy may be yours to keep. Take what you wish." The Ferengi shook his head and rubbed his hands. "No. Although that would be profitable indeed, I must pass. This time around I am not interested in baubles. There is only one thing that I'd like to have. I have been hired to obtain it by a party I wish not to disclose. It should bring me a tidy sum indeed." Org gave him a cold stare. "What would that be?" At this exact moment Seven of Nine came running out of the turbo lift. Her blond hair was a mess and her uniform was torn. "Captain? Are you alright?" Several Klingons moved towards her, phasers in hand but stopped at the Ferengi's shrill command. "No!" The Ferengi fumbled in a pocket and produced a device. He scampered forward quickly. "Excellent. What exquisite timing!" He pressed a button on the device and he and Seven of Nine vanished into thin air. He had transported himself and Seven of Nine off the bridge before anyone knew what had happened. The Klingons spun around. A longhaired Klingon grinned. "It seems our Ferengi friend has delved into slave trading. That one should bring him quite a bundle." "It is if no consequence. At least we're finally rid of him." Org stared at his warriors and clapped his hands. "Be off! Help Doran round up the humans. Then enjoy yourselves. I am sure there will be plenty of females to keep you busy." He squeezed Janeway's shoulder with a massive hand and she winced. The pain of his fat fingers digging into her flesh almost brought her to her knees. "This one's mine. See to it that I'm not interrupted." He gave her a push and she stumbled across the bridge. She was confused and badly shaken and her head was unclear. She realized that Org would probably try to beat Voyager's command secrets out of her and she gagged at the thought. She was a skilled combatant, trained in many forms of martial arts, but she was no match for this gigantic Klingon who towered nearly two feet above her. He would certainly break every bone in her body! Org pushed her again. "Move!" She cried out again as the force of the Klingon's shove hurled her against the sliding door of her ready room. She bounced off it and fell to her knees. She was now close to sobbing. She gave him a frightened look, cringed against the door and massaged her sore shoulder. Ideas were racing desperately through her mind as she tried to come up with a plan to get her out of this predicament. Org approached her quickly. Wordlessly he sank one of his huge hands into her pinned up hair and yanked her brutally to her feet. She screamed as his fat fingers practically tore a few strands of her tight bun out by the roots, and the pain momentarily blinded her. The electronic sensors of the door system picked up their presence. With a swoosh they opened, revealing the splendid and well-furnished décor of Janeway's bridge quarters. Org dragged the helpless woman into the room by her hair and hurled her onto the floor. With another swoosh the doors slid shut behind them. Janeway collapsed with a muted cry. Org stepped up behind her and drew her up to her knees. She struggled, but an absentminded cuff across the left cheek assured her obedience. When Org slapped somebody, even only lightly, that particular person was immediately half dazed. This was indeed the case again: Janeway saw nothing but stars. Org placed both his huge hands on her shoulders, pinning her down. "Kneel, female!" While his victim knelt half-comatose, her upper body slightly slumped forward, Org began to peel off his numerous weapons. He placed them carefully out of her reach and shrugged off his leather battle dress. He was a real hulk of a humanoid creature with bulging forearms the size of tree trunks and a massive, muscular chest strong and firm enough to ward off any blow. At six-foot-eight and over three hundred pounds, he was as tall and as powerful as a twentieth century grizzly bear. He sported a vast mane of black curls, unkempt and unwashed. An overall dirty and vile stench emanated from his body. It was a typical Klingon smell and Janeway was used to it. She didn't like it, though. He was even more vile-smelling than any Klingon she'd ever met. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and waited for another blow that would knock her to the deck again. Why did her have her kneel? What was he doing behind her? She turned her head but another slap made her head spin. "Don't move!" Org bent over her, placed his left hand under her chin and lifted her head up. She gave a startled shriek as her head was torn up with such force that her spine almost snapped. At least it felt like it did. Org clamped the hand around her jaw and held her head firm. With the other hand Org began to feverishly pull and pluck at the hairpins that held Janeway's reddish hair up. She was too weak and too dazed to struggle and allowed him to yank and pull at her hair. The huge Klingon strained his hand through her fine hair, pulling out hairpins and pieces of hair alike until his hand moved freely through the silken tresses. "Hair is part of being female," he grunted, "and should be worn loose." He fluffed her hair out, spreading the mane across her shoulders. "What odd females you humans are. You trim and shape your hair in the most outlandish manner and cover yourself with horrible, ill-suited garments that hide everything from view. Are you ashamed of your body, woman?" Katherine Janeway whitened. He did not want to beat the crap out of her until she revealed military secrets? He had something else in mind? Was it possible? Did humanoids still force their desires on others? And she knew that the Klingons, a mean and brutal warrior race, practiced their sex like animals, teeth barred, snarling and howling; the actual act bloody and violent. She shuddered involuntarily. She turned her head and stared up at him and her eyes filled with tears. She had accepted the fact that he might beat her senseless, but the thought of that ugly creature's hands roaming over her body and the thought of him on top of her was too much to bear. "Please. I have lost my ship. It's over. Kill me now. Make it swift." Org gave a hearty laugh. "Bah! How typically human. No backbone, no courage. It's like herding sheep! If you were a man I'd slay you on the spot without a moment's hesitation. But you're a female. No, I won't kill you. I have other uses for you." "Oh God! No!" Janeway emitted a shrill cry as his huge hands encompassed her shoulders again. This time he slipped them down a bit and his fingers curled into the black hem of her red uniform. With one powerful yank he tore his arms apart. The red top was ripped off her upper body in a mere second, the heavy material actually splitting down her front and back leaving the Klingon with two pieces of the torn garment in his huge hands. He flung the stuff behind him and gave her a push so that she fell forward with a cry. He immediately fell to his knees behind her and sank his hands into the waistline of her red slacks. He yanked and tore at it, peeling the pants down her shapely legs until he had removed it off her completely. Janeway screamed and shrieked. Her arms hooked into the plush carpet as she tried to catapult herself away from him, legs kicking out behind her. Her boots had indeed connected several times with her attackers chest and arms, but the blows had no apparent effect on the huge Klingon. Org grabbed a handful of her reddish mane and yanked her around, spinning her around hundred and eighty degrees so that she lay on her back in front of his feet. All she was wearing now, besides her little black boots, were white bikini briefs and a short, sleeveless silk camisole top. Her plump 36C breasts, braless, slumped a bit to the sides. They were not overly large but filled the silken top nicely just the same, full and round, yet not as firm as they once had been. Org planted a booted foot on her stomach and pinned her down. He leaned on her a little and she gave a cry and tried to push his foot off her. "Many a man in this galaxy has dreamt of this moment," Org grunted. He held her panic stricken eyes locked for a moment and grinned down at her. "The illustrious Captain Janeway, arrogant and self-important, lying half naked and completely helpless at the feet of the victor. I am a fortunate man indeed. This is a moment of history! I will enjoy breaking you, Captain. Very much so." Janeway clawed at his boot. "Please! Let me go!" Org laughed deeply. "Perish the thought. I haven't enjoyed a female in months. You're not a Klingon female, but I suppose you'll have to do." He removed his foot, bent down and scooped his beefy arms around her waist and lifted her to her feet. Janeway hung limply in his powerful arms. Org was immensely huge. Although at five-foot-six she wasn't small or tiny, she felt utterly dwarfed by this giant of a man. Comparatively speaking, it was as if she was a small child being crushed against her father's chest. Org let go of her waist, grabbed her slender right arm instead and dragged her across the floor towards her desk. With his free hand he swept the items that cluttered her desk onto the floor. Janeway tugged at his huge forearm and kicked out at him. Org gave a grunt of annoyance and gave her such a slap that she reeled drunkenly against the side of the desk. Her legs gave out and she fell groggily to her knees. "Silly female! Stop this foolishness." His large hands went around her waist again and he lifted her up high, spun her around and plopped her down on the edge of the desk, legs dangling over the side. He brushed her thighs apart and stepped in closer. Katherine Janeway shook her head to clear the numbness that overtook her. She was half dazed, the tears and the stinging pain of her cheek blinding the vision of her left eye. Org reached out and tore the thin, silky camisole off her body with one, brutal tug. She screamed as she was thus exposed to him. Her plump breasts shook as the garment was torn from her. Org quickly gazed at her body. She was no longer young, but for a woman approaching forty, her body was not displeasing. Org discovered that although the body of this female was small in comparison to Klingon females in size and body proportions, he found himself excited by the color of her hair. Klingon females were all dark-haired and he found the lighter colored hair, whether brown, blonde or red of the human female very alluring. Janeway's hair was especially pleasing to him----the thin and silky smooth texture of her strawberry blonde hair that billowed across her shoulders like a velvet curtain made his Klingon blood boil. Org gave a deep grunt, bared his teeth at her and emitted a deep howling sound. Janeway shuddered as she noticed his fang-like incisors that gave his mouth a dog-like appearance. What a revolting creature! Org gave another grunt, shot up an arm and sank his hand into her smooth hair and tilted her head back with a quick tug. She shrieked as he bent down and began to lick at her exposed throat. His tongue, long and pliable like that of an animal, rasped repeatedly against her smooth skin. It felt as if a cat was licking her! The Klingon licked her throat, her neck and her entire face while he simultaneously grunted and groaned, one hand holding her head back, the other clenched tightly around her right shoulder. It was more a wet slapping than a licking. Her head was being shoved from side to side as the huge, rasp-like tongue slipped over her skin. He was holding her tightly pressed against him, her rounded breasts being squished together against his large chest, creating a deep cleavage while he licked at her face like a mother cat would its kitten. The sounds of his short grunts, her muted cries and the dripping sound of his saliva running down into the valley of her breasts echoed through the room. Org licked and slobbered over her face and throat while Janeway sobbed with terror. Her fingernails were cutting deep gashes into his massive forearms, but it did not prevent the Klingon from continuing his task. He either did not feel the burning pain of her sharp nails or simply chose to ignore it. He lapped at her ears and drew his wet tongue over the side of her head, matting her hair with his sticky saliva. She almost threw up as his fat tongue slipped across her mouth. The strength of his tongue was amazing. He actually managed to force her lips apart with it, and she screamed as he forced it deep into her mouth. She gagged as the huge, slippery alien tongue swished about inside the cavity of her mouth. This disgusting Klingon was Frenching her! His breath was gross and his saliva was dripping off her chin, falling into the deep puddle that had collected between her squished breasts. Org continued to swirl his tongue around in her mouth. She had never felt anything like it. His tongue must have been at least seven inches long and he had all of it deep inside her mouth, the curled tip jabbing the back of her throat. Not only did his huge tongue block her windpipe, but also the tickling sensation of the pointed tip jabbing at her tonsils and her pharynx made her gag. It took her breath away and her face turned slowly blue from lack of oxygen. Fortunately he was intent of moving it in and out of her so that she was able to draw in breaths of air. The smell of him was nauseating! Org was now lapping at her mouth and chin with long, quick jabs. He had released her head and shoulders and now slipped his hands between their bodies to cup her breasts. He gave a surprised grunt and shook his head. "You human females are so scrawny," he commented dryly and Janeway cried out as she felt the huge hands sink into the tender flesh of her breasts. "Such small breasts. Such small bodies. You are no match for a Klingon male! You will suffer greatly." Janeway groaned in agony as the Klingon brutally pulled at her breasts and lapped at her face with his tongue. She cried out again as Org fondled her breasts, rubbing them with his huge paws. Org was more used to Klingon female's breasts which were rarely smaller than an E-cup. The smaller size of this human female puzzled him greatly. He squeezed and massaged them viciously, yanking them back and forth. His fat thumbs slid repeatedly over her nipples and she cried out. Org leaned back a bit, sucked in his tongue and stared at her breasts. He cupped her rounded breasts and held on tightly. He began to milk her, yanking at her plump breasts so brutally that her body was being flung back and forth. Janeway flung her head about and shrieked as the Klingon pumped away at her breasts, his fingers mashing into the tender flesh like claws. Org mistook her wildly swinging head with the dancing red mane and her shrieks as sign of pleasure and increased the force of his pulling. Her body was now being insanely yanked back and forth. Soon she couldn't shriek anymore, her throat dry. Org continued tearing and ripping at her breasts for a considerable time, the soft flesh oozing out between his fingers. He drew her body back and forth, his hand tightly clenched around her breasts. He let go off them and started to slap them about with his huge hands, the slaps reverberating through the room like gunshots. Her breasts danced about from left to right and she cried out with shock and pain as his hands alternately slapped and squeezed them. He then rolled her nipples in his fat fingers and pinched and tweaked them, yanking the sensitive protrusions far off her breasts and then letting go so that they snapped back like a rubber band. Janeway howled and shrieked as the huge Klingon manhandled her breasts. After twenty minutes of this onslaught her breasts turned red and began to swell. The veins were so gorged with blood that her breasts ballooned into a full cup size larger, the flesh throbbing and her small nipples now swollen and sticking out like grapes. Startrek Voyager: Klingon Seed Org gave a grunt and released her. Janeway stared through the film of tears in her eyes at her swollen breasts, the flesh pockmarked with deep imprints, the mark of Org's big fingers plainly visible. The pain in her breasts was quite intense. She had never felt such stinging pain in her nipples, either, and she stared at awe at how big and raw-looking they had become. She had never seen her nipples quite this size before. They must have been half an inch in diameter and at least twice as long, sticking out like thumbs! She cupped her sore breasts lightly and winced at her own touch. "Oh!" Org laughed. He mopped his face with the back of his hand and a big goober of spittle was flung from his mouth. He slipped his hands under her knees and tore her legs up and Janeway fell backwards on her desk with a short, surprised yelp. He slammed aside her thighs, slipped his hand into her bikini brief and tugged it off her with one pull, the thin material ripping at either side of her waist like paper in his huge hand. Janeway shrieked as the lace bikini brief was torn from her loins. She tried to scamper into a sitting position, but the huge Klingon's hand came around in a wicked backhanded slap. Schlack! Her head blew to the side and she fell back without a sound. The blow had knocked her half unconscious and she simply lay there, completely stunned. Org fell to his knees in front of her and pressed his big head between her thighs. He sniffed her like a dog for a few seconds, his nose roaming the inside of her thighs and the entrance to her womanhood. He probed her pink pussy lips with his fingers, moving the soft and pliable folds around; obviously puzzled by the lack of the vile smell he was accustomed to. It was not the Klingon female's sour and pungent smell he was so fond of-----instead an aroma of honey and perfume wafted across his nostrils and he suddenly roared with excitement. What an enticing odor! He opened his jaw-like mouth and closed it over her cunt. Janeway shrieked as she felt the sharp fang-like teeth sink into the flesh around her vagina. She shrieked again as she felt the curled tip of his tongue push against her folds. A deep rumbling sound emanated from the Klingon's chest as he began to push and prod the human's vagina lips with his tongue. By all that was holy----this human female had a real small and tight hole, the Klingon thought. But what a taste! He just had to get his tongue in there! Janeway yelped as the Klingon's fat tongue parted her moist folds. He pushed and prodded and suddenly the tip disappeared inside her. The Klingon pushed a little harder and the woman couldn't help but emit a moan of pleasure as a good three inches of the alien tongue wormed its way inside her. He began to worm it deeper inside her until his seven-inch tongue was buried inside her! Janeway gasped. She had never been orally stimulated like this before. The Klingon's large tongue felt like a penis! Janeway shrieked as the alien began to slip his fat tongue in and out of her. Relentlessly the Klingon's tongue slid in and out of her, her pussy now stretched wide to accommodate the thick tongue. "Aagh! Aagh!" Janeway groaned as the sudden pleasure overwhelmed her. This wasn't happening, she thought as another wave sent shivers through her body. This grotesque Klingon was going to make her cum! For a good ten minutes the Klingon poked and ground his tongue deep inside her. Janeway moaned and groaned as the sexual stimulation drove her wild. The pleasure was building by the second and she clutched the edge of the desk with her hands. And then she came, arching her buttocks high off the edge of the desk and shrieking like a siren. A torrent of juices came gushing out of her and the Klingon tore back his head with surprise. So soon, he thought? Human women have no endurance! How can sex be enjoyable if it's over in under half an hour? Humans are such odd creatures! The sticky goo gushing out of her aroused his sense of smell and he sniffed her thighs with renewed interest. What an odor! It was even more exhilarating than the previous odor he had encountered! With a snarl he sank his jaw over her entire gash. Janeway gasped with shock as she felt the teeth sink into her tender flesh, this time so deep that the Klingon actually drew blood. With a deep groan the Klingon began to lap at her flowing pussy juice, jabbing the tip of his curled tongue repeatedly across the entrance of her vagina. He lapped her there quickly and repeatedly, sucking up the sweet tasting juice like an animal lapping up water. Every time the tip of his curled tongue rasped across her engorged clitoris, Janeway arched her back and howled like mad. His tongue felt like an emery board and the stinging pain was so intense that she almost blacked out. After a few seconds her clit began to throb and shudder. It was immensely swollen, red and lumpy and the pain she had at first experienced was replaced by the heftiest orgasm ever. It was indescribable. The woman threw her head back and shrieked as another torrent of sticky pussy juice ejaculated from the depth of her cunt, drenching the Klingon's head from chin to forehead. The Klingon didn't have to lap anymore. With a growl he tilted back his head and let the sticky juice simply flow down his tongue and into his mouth. Janeway lay back gasping and moaning. She felt completely drained. As soon as the orgasm subsided, though, the burning sensations in her breasts and vagina came back. It mad her cry and she started to sob again, so much so that her swollen breasts began to shake and quiver. Org rose to his feet and licked the goo off his lips. He stared down at the crying woman lying naked in front of him and shook his head. He had never encountered such weakness or such lack of self-control. This human female came at the slightest touch! He pulled of his legs and stood before her completely naked. Janeway heard the noise of his clothes falling and lifted her head a little. She paled instantly as she caught sight of the Klingon's penis. It was dark brown and thickly veined, the oval head as thick as a fist, the solid shaft well over a foot long. She had never seen anything like it and she clasped a hand to her mouth with shock. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed and tried to roll off the desk. But Org, as big as he was, was quick on his feet. He launched himself at her, grabbed her legs and pulled her back. She was in a sort of sitting position, one leg draped over the side, the other stretched out in its complete length, her swollen breasts heaving with every erratic breath. "Get away from me!" she hissed at him and clawed at him with her nails. Org slammed a big hand against her stomach and Janeway fell back, tits shaking, her head colliding with the desk with a sharp crack. A loud whoosh of breath was expelled from her lungs and her legs shot up into the air. Org slammed her thighs apart and stepped between her legs. He lifted his cock with one hand and guided it up, placing it against her moist folds. Janeway lifted her head slightly and shrieked "No! No! No!" as she saw the gigantic head of the Klingon's penis nudge her vagina. It was impossibly huge. It was as big as a light bulb and the pointed tip, unlike human males, had six small holes in a circular pattern instead of one. It looked like a showerhead! Org rocked his huge hips and the massive head of his cock spread her labia apart. Janeway squawked and cried out sharply as the fat head parted her folds, stretching her vagina unimaginably wide. "A-aaagh!" she groaned as the searing pain shot through her like a knife. The huge Klingon grunted as he tried to edge his cock in further. He pushed and prodded, spread her thighs wide and tried to worm deeper into her. Another inch of his huge cock slipped into her, the continuous rocking motion of his hips spreading her labia apart. Janeway shrieked as she felt the vaginal sphincter stretch wider and wider as the Klingon prodded her with short jabs, and then, with the bone creaking in protest, the alien's head slipped in completely. Janeway shrieked like a baby as the huge head ground deeper into her. She had never been so stretched before and she numbly understood what women meant when they mentioned the pains of childbirth. Except in this case something was going in and not coming out! She cried out and tossed her head about, the silken red hair whipping across the top of the desk like a feather duster. "God! Agh! Agh!" The Klingon ignored her cries, pulled back a bit and then leaned forward. He slid into her with one deft thrust, burying about half of his huge cock inside her. Janeway shrieked like a stuck pig as the huge penis thudded into her. Her head shot up and her body bounced, tits shaking from side to side. Thankfully she had been well lubricated and the previous attack of the Klingon's fat tongue had already opened her up so that the initial pain of his thrust was only half as bad. But the pain was pretty much intense just the same. Org shook his big, woolly head. Klingon females were usually able to take his cock with only one or two thrusts, and thus it was the first time in his life that he couldn't get more than half of his penis inside a female with one thrust. At seven inches the Klingon's thrust had met with stiff resistance. He made a deep groaning sound, pulled back a bit and tried again. Janeway shrieked again and again as the Klingon repeatedly thrust his cock into her, trying desperately to drive it in further. After several attempts of maddened thrusts the Klingon stopped and shook his head. The woman was flopping about like a fish out of water, obviously thrilled by his lovemaking, but he himself wasn't having much fun. Every male, especially those with humanoid cocks, wanted nothing but to slide the bone home. And he couldn't. It was pretty frustrating and he roared with anger. "Christ!" she groaned with shock as she stared at the huge between her legs. She felt completely filled, yet realized with hysteric fear that at least half of the Klingon's massive cock was still sticking out of her, one inflated testicle swinging underneath the huge rod like a moldy orange. He was going to shove all of that inside her and the thought made her sick with fear. Org scratched his woolly head. He had never experienced such tightness. This was his first human female. He was puzzled by the fact that human men drooled over them so much. That's all they ever talked about. Klingons did not talk about sex. When the urge struck a willing female was obtained---and that was it. Why were human females so alluring to the male population? What did they know that he didn't? There had to be a way to get his cock in, he thought. Perhaps human females needed to be stimulated more. He bent down and lapped his long tongue over her left breast. Janeway groaned as the raspy tongue flicked over her swollen nipple. The Klingon's eyebrows rose. Ah! He mistook her cries as signs of pleasure and began to feverishly lick and lap at her two nipples. He flung them back and forth and the woman shrieked and howled. His huge tongue slapped at her breasts from all sides, sloshing them around. He slammed his beefy hands around the swollen mounds, thereby preventing their bouncing about. He held them firmly in his hands, the swollen tips oozing out through his fingers. He licked and lapped at her inch long nipples, lapping his long tongue over them and flicking them about. Janeway nearly passed out at the stinging pain as the razor sharp tongue bombarded her sore nipples. Blood was oozing from them now and she cried out sharply and flung her red mane about. "Agh! Agh!" Org grinned. Ah! His cock was still buried inside her and started to push and prod her, grinding his way deeper into her. This time her gave her slow thrusts, sliding her body back and forth across the top of the desk. Janeway shrieked and her body jackknifed. "Ei! Ei! Ei!" she wailed and tossed her head about. "Stop! Stop!" The Klingon grunted with annoyance. "Silence, female!" He pushed a little harder and another inch or so ground its way deeper into the female's tight vagina. Now he had about eight inches in her. Org had never encountered such a tight channel. But he wanted in, and in he was going to go! He pushed a little more and her tight chasm widened a little. Now he had nine inches in her. He drew back a bit and began to hump those nine inches in and out of her with short, powerful jabs. Janeway howled and shrieked like mad. He was up against her cervix now and he could suddenly feel the resistance of her vaginal muscles slowly give way. He pulled himself out of her completely and grinned down at the madly trashing woman. Like all females, this one obviously too, enjoyed a nice, stiff cock! Janeway was just lying there, moaning drunkenly. He grabbed hold of her legs and positioned himself against her wet pussy lips again. He grabbed her around the waist and drew her closer against him. He held onto her waist and pinned her down. Then he leaned forward and slowly wormed his cock into her again. He pushed continuously, at the same time holding her firmly around the waist and forcing her body hard against his forward thrust, sliding in deeper and deeper, inch by inch until he had buried all of his twelve inches deep inside her. Janeway shrieked like a piglet as the huge cock thudded past her cervical ring like a battering ram. And when the tip of his bulbous cock slammed up against the back of her womb she nearly passed out. She had never been so filled before and the pressure on her abdomen was intense. She thought that her intestines and her stomach had been pushed up into her throat! The Klingon gave a deep, reverberating grunt. He pulled out of her and the human female sighed, expelling a huge whoosh of relief, sounding like a boiler letting off steam. "Oh my God! Please . . ." She couldn't finish the sentence. She groaned and wiped the tears from her eyes and moaned again. She was half-comatose and she couldn't breathe properly. She felt physically and emotionally drained. Org grinned. He slipped his hands around her slender waist and lifted high off the table. Then he drew her against him and impaled her on his rigid penis with one thrust, burying his twelve-inch cock in to the hilt again. Janeway shrieked again and clawed at the Klingon's back. But she was helpless in those gigantic arms holding her tightly around the waist. "Agh! Shit!" she exclaimed as the huge head thudded against the wall of her womb again. She shook her head and the reddish, silken mane whipped about the Klingon's face. It excited him and he shot out his long tongue and lapped at her face again. Janeway wailed as the wet tongue slapped her face. What a stench! Heightened by her cries, Org clamped his huge hands firmly around the female's small waist and began to pump the limp body slowly up and down on his large cock. Up and down, up and down. It went on and on. His huge hands were now thrusting Janeway's body up and down like a piston so that her swollen breasts started to bounce and shake. The woman sobbed and wailed as the huge cock continuously thudded in and out of her sore pussy, the wet tongue repeatedly lapping at her chin and mouth. She wailed and shrieked and clawed at his back. But after a good ten minutes of this mad pumping she could no longer scream or wail and just hung limply in his arms, moaning softly. Org's stamina was amazing. He fucked the woman slowly, thrusting her one hundred and twenty-five-pound body up and down his immense cock. Janeway just let it happen. She was too far-gone to even think of fighting him off. Org just continued to pump her body up and down, always with the same slow tempo. He just wouldn't stop. It lasted for over an hour, a continuous up and down motion that made her dizzy. During this time Janeway experienced several orgasms, each one more violent and quicker than the last until they just came repeatedly, overlapping each other and resulting in a continuous high. Org suddenly stopped. He lifted the stunned female off his huge cock and plopped her back down on the desk. Manhandling her was easy now and he was able to re-position her on the desk on all fours. He lifted her off the desk and spun her about as if she was a doll, legs and arms flailing about, the thin hair obscuring her face. He slammed her down and spread her thighs apart with his strong hands. She offered no resistance and let him drag her butt towards the edge of the desk. Org mounted her from behind and slowly wormed his immense cock into her again until he had it buried to the hilt. The female moaned softly as the alien cock thudded into her again. Then he slid his huge, hairy hands forward and cupped her swollen breasts. He began to squeeze and fondle them, then started to heave his cock in and out of her with tremendous thrusts. Janeway couldn't scream anymore and just sort of whimpered like a kitten, emitting soft baby-like mews. Her body shook as the Klingon slammed into her with quick and powerful thrusts. Org slammed his huge cock in and out of her while he mashed her plump breasts. Again this procedure lasted almost half an hour---continuous, wicked thrusts. He was riding his huge cock in and out of her, withdrawing almost completely and slamming it in again to the hilt, again and again and again. While he did this he brutally mashed and tore at her breasts, yanking them back and forth. After several minutes Org emitted a deep, rumbling groan. He leaned forward and took Janeway's left shoulder into his jaw-like mouth. His teeth closed around it and Janeway wailed sharply as the fangs sank into her skin. His cock began to swell and Janeway could feel it stretch her insides even wider. And then the huge Klingon reached his climax. With an animal-like howl he sank his fangs deep into Janeway's shoulder, sank his hands firmly and real deep into the soft flesh of her swollen breasts and emptied the contents of his single testicle deep inside her. Janeway's head arched back and she screamed. Although her throat was dry and she felt sick and tired, it was the loudest scream ever. It was a blood-curdling scream that echoed frightfully through the entire ship. People below decks looked up with shock. Org's penis's six-holed head exploded in a shower of hot spray. A stream of semen fired out of the bulbous head as if shot out of a gattling gun, the individual pellet-like goblets slamming against the back of Janeway's womb like bee stings, each hole spitting out in alternating cycles. Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! It wouldn't stop! Janeway felt her abdomen swell as a gallon of the alien's semen filled her. Org withdrew his swollen cock and the remainder of his alien seed was machine-gunned over her back. Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Org raised his head high and howled at the ceiling as he emptied his testicle over the inert female's body. She was drenched in silvery goo from neck to butt and goblets of it were dripping out of her pussy. Janeway collapsed with a groan. She had been beaten by this huge Klingon and now didn't give a care in the world anymore. Screw the Federation! Screw Voyager! All she wanted was a good night's sleep. And unbelievably, shocking herself by the revelation, all she could think of was having Org fuck her again and again. She had never been so sexually thrilled before. If being Org's bitch was to be her destiny, then so be it.