Title: HUSH!
Author: R Schultz ( cousindream@msn.com )
Fandom: Star Trek
Series: ENTERPRISE, many years later
Code: F/F and S/M
Pairing: T'Pol/f
Rating: NC-17, sex and S/M
Warning! Fictional people have sex here. There is some violence, but there are also control words. This means it is done on the basis of informed consent by adults.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Trek. I'm borrowing a few characters. Story mine under Berne Laws. 2100 words long, May, 2003.
Repeat Warning: Sex and ass whopping here. Be warned.
Written for Round X of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest and other people. Will be archived at the ASCEML.
For more great FFF stories, visit http://www.svpress.us/femmefuhqfest/
Comments to: cousindream@msn.com
by R Schultz
"Listen, if you're strapped for credits, I got some and we can go somewhere else? Maybe someplace
over in Berkeley, if you don't mind the ten minutes the ride would take? I know this place, they've an
indoor pool, and it caters to us gals and you can get naked and party and no one will raise a squawk.
How about it?"
I looked about myself, judging the total aura of the cheap room. It was typical transient
accommodation. The bed was standard, the lighting was sufficient, and the color scheme garish. It
was the epitome of bad taste. Hoshi Sato wouldn't be caught dead in it.
"This is adequate," I said to the clerk. "We'll take it."
To complete the transaction, I paid in paper vend strips, rather than my small flat square credit filche.
The clerk was not surprised by the manner of payment. She also may have had her own suppositions as
to what we might hope to accomplish here, but her advanced years prompted her to keep her thoughts
to herself.
No sooner had the clerk left than I felt soft fingers on my neck, on my cheek, in my short graying hair.
I closed my eyes to better appreciate it when fingers were supplemented with lips and tongue. I felt her
fingers on my body, her need open and apparent. She moved in front of me in order to attack the binds
of my red leather jacket.
"Come on, sweet, let's peel you out of this hot leather outfit of yours. All that shiny black leather is
sexy as hell, but I want you naked now. Or do you want me naked first? Or we do each other? How
about we try to time it so we both wind up naked on that bed at the same time?" She did not talk of
love, or eternity's, or promises. But then I had not expected her to do so.
"Hush!" I commanded. "Speak no more. I am your mistress now, and if you do not wish to feel my
anger, you will be silent. Do what I say and nothing more."
She made as if to continue speaking, or disrobing me, or both. But I suddenly grasped her nearest breast
with my hand. She yelped, both from surprise and hurt. It was necessary that my
Slave be tamed first, before other things may come to fruition.
"Hush!," I repeated, "You are mine, Hooch Sao, and you will always be mine. You belong to me and
you will always obey." I bore down with my Vulcan strength, bringing a sudden whimper from my
Slave.
"Hush! Obey me, and I shall be merciful. Obstruct me tonight, Bottom, and you will regret your actions."
My Slave leaned forward to whisper quickly into my ear.
"ENTERPRISE", she said. It was her control phrase. When she next said it, it meant she had had
enough, and wished it to stop. Anything. Everything. She wished it to stop.
She might say it half a dozen times during this night. She might wish some particular action to cease,
and as a good Top I should honor my Slave's wish on this.
"ENTERPRISE", I agreed. "Now hush!
"Take off your clothes, slave," I ordered. "I will not sully my hands with your rags. Be quick about it,
or you shall anger me."
I loved the sheen of her black hair, the high curve of her forehead and the soft pulse in the hollow of
her throat. She sat on the bed so that she might first remove her soft looking flats.
I indicated with a gesture that she should keep her knee-hi socks. I liked soft things on my woman.
With hr pants and vest off, I kneaded her exciting round rear. Her buttcheeks felt as if they belonged in
my hands. Her bra went on a dresser, and my hands were filled with their lovely giving weight. The
Slave gasped when I pinched their nipples.
Beautiful nipples on exciting breasts!
"Oh my, that really feels ..." she began.
"Hush!" I commanded again. "I said do not speak. You may speak when I tell you to. Not until then!"
To accentuate my point, I spun her around and told her to grab her ankles.
Such a sweet soft lovely ass on her! I loved it! My first impulse was to begin licking and kissing every
square centimeter of its giving swells. To delve between her legs and cheeks and put my tongue and
lips on every exciting hidden part of her! To hold on to her hips until my fingers make her bleed! To
clean her and love her and taste her comes. I did not do so. Not yet. My slave had to be trained a little first.
Smack! Smack! I laid open-handed blow after blow on her curving beauty. Smack after smack, until
my Slave's cries were loud and begging. Smack after smack until her ass glowed painfully red in the
harsh lighting of our cheap bedroom. Smack after smack until my own hands hurt terribly, and the pain
welled up my arms.
I was crying when I left off my punishment. My tears fell on her soft skin, yellowish in this light. I
held her up, and guided her to the bed so she could lay part way across it.
"Darling ..." she again began.
"Hush!" I barked, even through my tears. "Dammit, Hoshi Sato, do you know what you've brought me
to here?" I caressed that lovely abused ass, my hands soft and loving now.
"I'm a Vulcan, an officer in the Vulcan SpaceForce, and one of the inheritors of the house of
T'Shek'Dell. My house can trace it's lineage back to the times of Chaos!
"And yet here I am, on Terra. I'm a teacher to humans now, I curse far too much, my emotional control
is thoroughly shot to hell and back, and some nights all I can think of is how my happiest moments in
life were spent with my head between your dear sweet aromatic warm thighs. And I curse too much.
I'd need to go into a month's long period of solitude and meditation to regain my control after all these
years in StarFleet. If I went back to Vulcan now I'd be facing a necessary year in a retreat."
"If you ..." she began to say.
"Hush!" I gently reminded her. "I have you now. We've been separated for far too long, but you're here
now. I may be quite deranged for a Vulcan, but I remember how to make you come."
I got on my knees behind this flower-scented human woman. I grasped her hips and burrowed my face
forward into her bottom.
She was delicious! All of her. It was a little like this, so with a mere pat or two on her rump, she
flowed onto the bed, assuming the doggie position for me.
There! Much better! My tongue burrowed into the sweet scented glory of her squashy vagina.
She came in less than four minutes, the first time. She was delicious before. A delight to my senses.
Now her taste and smell blossomed into pure delight! I could not lick fast enough to devour as much of
her as I wished!
After her second come, she collapsed onto her side. I used force to complete the roll, until her belly lay
open to a concentrated assault by my mouth.
Her thick kinky body hairs were such a joy! I tried to lick her flavor off each and every curly hair! My
fingers entered her without resistance, and she came a third time on their pumping
insistence.
She scooted back from the edge of the bed so that she might rest her feet on the edge. I leaned eagerly
forward, licking her wetly glistening pubes as fast as I might. The more she came the better she tasted!
After this time she pushed my head back, pulling me up the bed to where she could kiss me and taste
herself on my lips. We wound up fighting tongues for three minutes and giggling all the while. I, a
noble Vulcan, giggling. It felt very right.
"Now your turn," she insisted. "Will you please get the hell out of those leathers of yours? Like I said,
sexy as all get out, but you've got to have lost a kilo in sweat in those things!"
"Vulcans do not sweat as humans do. Not as intensely, at least."
"Whatever," she carped. She arose with me, and despite her help and her tickling hands and tongue, we
shed my raiment immediately. She practically threw me onto our bed.
"Now!" she exulted. "Now I can get my hands on those wonderful big breasts of yours!" She didn't,
though. First thing she did was to suckle them. It was delightful. Despite her youth, she
evidently knew how to get the most sensation out of a woman's breasts.
After a few minutes of fevered sucking, her fingers traced the swells of my aged body to find my groin.
She masturbated me into a quick come, and then began to fuck me with those educated fingers.
Wonderful! I came quickly for her fingers.
When she made to move my body and hers, I rolled onto my back. That way my breasts flowed to the
sides and we could sixty-nine more easily. She was again nectar in my mouth.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
We had been napping, and her fingers idly investigating my groin hairs wakened me. She smiled,
inserted a finger inside me, and brought it out for me to lick clean. Then she did the same with her
vaginal tube, also giving me the flavor of herself to me.
"Do all Vulcans possess such beautifully soft crotch hairs?" she innocently asked.
"As opposed to the wiry and stiff mounds of body hair on human females?"
"Betazoid," she reminded. "Human hairs are tightly curled, yes, and yes all Vulcans have soft gentle
mounds of hair in their groins."
"You've inspected them all?" she teased. "Every female Vulcan?"
"A few dozen. Vulcan women ... satisfy each other frequently. It is customary there, and not socially
rehensible as it is in human space. Three of my first four lovers, back on Vulcan, were other females.
And yes, they were all older."
I, a Vulcan, smiled for her. "And now I'm playing the part of the older female. I just hope I pleased
you, little mind reader."
"Exaggerated rumor," she replied. "My Mother can do it pretty good, but for the most part we just
sense emotions extremely well. And yes, it's a pain in the neck sometimes.
"But then I've been spared some disastrous love affairs, as well. It's difficult for your ordinary insincere
lover to leave no sign of their true feelings."
I nodded in agreement, idly fingering her tasty little nipples. "I do wonder what brings a Betazoid to
Terra. And though I am revealed as a depraved old debaucher, just how old are you?"
"Old enough, and I've had female lovers before. First one was with a playmate, years ago, so don't feel
you've ruined the life of some innocent. I'm of age. People of our race will live for
centuries, and my Mother is almost ninety by Terran standards right now.
"Speaking of whom, she's settled into the suite at the Drake Hotel with some skinny blond named
Chrissie Church or Chapel or something."
"You don't feel I'm too old for you?"
"It wasn't THAT dark in the "Twin Peaks", dear old lech. I could tell from all your wrinkles you were
past the first flush of youth. And if I was put off by your being an older woman, I'd have never let you
pick me up."
"About my using the name Hoshi ..." I began, but she laid a finger on my lips.
"Hush!", she whispered tenderly. "I can feel the hurt, believe me I can." She kissed my breast. "There
was a lot of love between you two, and it all fell apart somehow. How, where, when, that's your
business. I'm just sorry for you that it ended with so much pain." Yes, a lot of pain.
Managing somehow to smile, I continued my cross-examination. "Why did you choose the word
"Enterprise" for your control word?"
"After the way Kirk's return to Earth has filled all the media? Just an accident."
Sudden insight. "Did you serve on the first one, the one with Reed and Tucker and ..."
"Shit," she cursed. "You're THAT Vulcan, aren't you?
"And just how WAS it on the ENTERPRISE?" she bubbled on. "Maybe I'll be on the next one they
build. I might like StarFleet."
I nodded, said we could talk later. Then she got on her knees to shake my hand. I smiled and waved
her back beside me on the bed. She immediately returned to sucking on my breast. Delightful little girl.
"I've never had a Betazoid girl before," I continued. "Do all of you delightful little females there like
older females? Maybe I should vacation there."
"A few of us like older females, yes. Hay, you know, in the short term, if you don't mind, we can stay a
while in my room at the Drake. You could meet my Mother, and she doesn't look a day over human
forty, even if she IS ninety.
"I think a family threesome is not in my future," I quipped. "By the way, Luanna is a lovely name."
"Too much noise at the "Twin Peaks", I guess. The name is Deanna," she corrected. "Deanna Troi".
END