Slut Trek: Voyager by Verakshto

Story by carlab_cb

I found this story looking for some other thing in my hard drive. It isn't mine, but I liked it, and well, if somebody knows where Verakshto hangs ut now, I would like to ask if there was a sequel.

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story I've written as a gift for a friend. The characters of star Trek Voyager belong to Paramount and I'm just borrowing them for this. I'd rather not be sued as I don't have any money. It’s a very hardcore story and I refuse to make any apologies if you see something you don’t like. After all, how am I supposed to know what is too weird for you, and frankly, I doubt I’d care. Your browser does have that nifty “back” button, remember? Anyway, if you're not old enough to read erotic stuff go away or something, or at the very least, make sure your not going to get caught.

Slut Trek Voyager

by Verakshto

Chapter 1:

It was a rare day on board the starship Voyager. The ship had stopped on a tropical planet and the entire crew was on shore for some R&R, special order from the Captain herself. Of course, no one knew the true reason for this excursion save for a select few.

Meanwhile, on board the ship, one of the few people who remained on board wandered through the halls. The half Klingon B'lanna Torres hummed to herself as she wandered down to the door of Cargo Bay 2, the modified quarters of the resident ex Borg, Seven of Nine. Nearing the door she smiled as she heard a familiar sound. Overriding the security lock, she opened the doors and marched inside.

The sight that greeted her was that of Seven laying on her back on one of the research consoles. Her blue uniform was pulled open around her fat breasts. She moaned softly as she laid there, rubbing and fondling their large plush forms. Droplets of thick creamy milk dripped from the pink nips every now and then, streaming down her hands as her motions urged them out. A small puddle had already begun to form on the floor.

Torres smirked and quietly approached the bench until the was standing over the busy borg. She watched silently, licking her lips as she listened to the girl coo as the sweet looking milk dripped down to the floor. Finally she spoke up "Couldn't wait for us, could you slut." Seven opened her eyes in surprise, looking up at the engineer.

"I desired pleasure," She said in her normal no nonsense tone, "I decided this would be the most expedient way to amuse myself until then." Torres rolled her eyes as she reached down, freeing her thick cock from the folds of her uniform.

"You borg and your efficiency, you're almost as bad as Vulcans. Well, even you should know that it is better to pleasure others at the same time as yourself," she said. Seven opened her mouth to say something but it never got out. Torres used this chance to cram her thick member down the prone girl's throat. Seven gagged and gurgled a bit as the cock filled her throat. Her giant breasts jiggled a bit as she jerked on the bench, a swell of milk spurting out.

Ignoring her crewmate's unspoken protests, she began to rock her hips, giving the borg an upside down face fucking, her balls slapping into Seven's forehead now and then. Seven's noises of protests eventually turning to moans of pleasure as she continued to suck on the cock and fondle her breasts with one hand while the other slipped down into her uniform to rub the source of the growing bulge in her own uniform leg.

"Ohhhh yeah, you're a good cocksucking slut," Torres moaned as she thrust her cock deep in the tight throat. The noises and smells of the activities filled the room as they continued onward. Torres moaned louder as she felt herself nearing her peak "Ohhhhh god you slut, I'm gonna cum," she said. Seven's eyes widened as she heard this and increased her efforts. Seconds later, Seven felt the cock bulging inside her throat and was soon gulping down the engineer's hot sticky load mouthfuls at a time.

B'lanna enjoyed the warm wet throat of the former borg for a few more seconds before pulling her shaft out with a long messy slurp. Reaching over, she took hold of one of Seven's fat meaty nipples with a rough grasp, milk spurting out at the touch. "Come on bitch, we're going up to see the Captain." The walk through the ship was a quiet one, occasionally broken by a few gasps or moans from Seven as she was lead by her milk dripping nipple. In the back of her mind, Seven had some relief that no one else was on the ship at the moment, so the fact that her uniform top was wide open with her massive tits spilling out wouldn't lead to unnecessary questions later. Somewhere along the way, Seven reached over and began to feel and fondle B'lanna's ass, adding her own voice to the lewd silence.

As they approached Janeway’s ready room, it became apparent that Seven wasn’t the only impatient one, judging by the sounds coming from the other side of the door. As the two entered, they were greeted with the sight of their Captain bent over her c

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