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These two characters belong to Paramount who definitely didn't have this in mind when they invented Beverly and Jean-Luc.
NC17, PWP, Raunch, Sleaze, Perversion, Subjugation, Domination, Crossdressing, Nasty Sex Games, Foul Language, Arbitrary Pronouns. You've been warned.
I'll be good. Better than before, You know I'll love you more.
--Title and artist's name lost in the mists of adolescence, but I wish I could remember it because that bass line kicked.
Mommy's Bad Little Girl ASCEM Noone 1/2
"Take it! Take it like the bitch you are!" Beverly worked the strap-on cock she was wearing, pumping it rapidly in and out of Jean-Luc's ass as he bucked and writhed beneath her. He was moaning ecstatically at the harsh, painful fucking he was getting. "Yes... Mommy..." His voice was so charged with passion he didn't even sound like himself. "Fuck me up my ass. I've been a bad boy." "Bitch!" Beverly's snarl held a terrifying amount of rage and anger. "You're a cunt! And you'll stay that way until I tell you otherwise." To emphasize the enormity of his mistake she reached around and pinched his right nipple hard. Jean-Luc cried out in pain, but his hands stayed still. He was on his knees by the side of the bed, bent over his mattress, his underwear still wrapped around one ankle where he'd left it in his haste to make his body available in obedience to Beverly's commands. He was too helpless and too little to defend himself from her wrath. In fact, it never even occurred to him that he
could. Tonight, mean mommy had come out to play, and Jean-Luc simply had no choice but to endure her predatory discipline. When he was good, nice mommy came out to play. She fed him chocolate and let him suck her tits and lick her cunny. Sometimes she licked his penis. When he was bad, mean mommy fucked him and hurt him. His face turned down in teary-eyed penitence and fear as he thought of the ordeal that lay before him. Tonight, nice mommy was nowhere to be found, and Jean-Luc shivered as he looked up at the red-haired virago who spent most of her time as his chief medical officer. She'd painted her lips bright carmine, but that was her only concession to the cruelty of her role. From the chin down she looked just like all the other mommies on the ship; sensible shoes, and a bodysuit and jumper in nondescript colors. Unlike the other mommies, however, this one wore a dildo harness underneath her plain, wraparound jumper. And she was angry. He wanted to curl up into a ball and cry until she went away but he knew that would only make her angrier. Jean-Luc always spent his sessions with mean mommy either crying or on the verge of tears, but he needed it, obviously, or he wouldn't keep asking her to come back. Mommy wasn't finished correcting his error. She yanked the cock out of his ass roughly, not giving his body time to adjust. Jean-Luc gasped at the pain, whimpering as his sphincter throbbed in protest at such violent treatment, but he kept his head down against the covers like she'd told him to. "I'm sorry, maman. I'll be good." Beverly noted with satisfaction that he was reverting to the language of his childhood. She felt very tender towards him when he was helpless. Unconsciously she licked her lips. "Mommy's little girl speaks Standard," she told him harshly. "Yes mommy," he answered obediently. His lower lip was quivering and there were tears in the corners of his wide, frightened eyes. Beverly felt herself getting wetter as she contemplated his powerlessness. It was time to reinforce his education. "I don't think you really understand me," she stared down at him, her eyes hard and cruel. "I think mommy's little girl needs a good lesson." She reached for him, noting with satisfaction that he shrank away from her fingers, and with good reason. She grabbed him by the ear and he pliantly followed her rough handling as she dragged him over to the mirror, stumbling a little as his feet tangled in his underwear. His nipple was red where she'd pinched it, and his penis was standing erect. She dragged his head up so that he could see himself. "You're mommy's bad little girl." She was able to reinforce his identity with the simple power of her voice. "Mommy's bad girl," she cooed. "With a big hard dick for mommy to play with." She ran her nails the length of his penis, digging in slightly as she pinched the head. He shivered and wept as he watched her torture him. A full- grown, bald, middle-aged man stared back at him, but all he saw was
mommy's little girl, standing with her legs wide-spread so that mommy could play with her dick if mommy wanted to. "Tell me," Beverly ordered, and he answered promptly, holding her eyes, trying to find reassurance that what he said pleased her. "I'm mommy's bad girl." "You're a dirty slut." "I'm a dirty slut," Jean-Luc mouthed obediently. His penis was getting harder as he repeated the humiliating phrases, and he squirmed at the feel of her sharp nails scraping up and down the length of his erection. "You're mommy's nasty little cunt." "I'm your nasty little cunt, mommy." His heart was pounding and he could barely talk through his deep shuddering sighs. Between the shameful, embarrassing insults he had to repeat and the pain of her continued torture, he could not keep the tears from rolling down his face. Through his soft sobs he peeked at Beverly, hoping she would be pleased to see him crying, but to his dismay she was frowning. Her irritated expression made him more afraid than ever, and he broke down into full-fledged wailing, tears and snot mingling as they ran down his face in profusion. Beverly took his chin in her hand. "You're such a dirty little girl. Look at you," she sneered disdainfully. "I haven't even touched you and already you're blubbering like a baby." "I'm... s-s-sorry," he managed to get out between sobs. He felt terrible when mommy was angry with him, and he would do anything to get back in her good graces. "Go to the bathroom and wash up," she ordered. "When you're done, come back into the bedroom, sit on the bed and wait for me." "Yes, mommy," he quavered. He sounded so lost and frail that it almost made her want to touch herself, but she resisted. Instead she walked out of the bedroom, reaching into her pocket to get the special replicator chip she owned. "Computer," she slipped the chip into the auxiliary slot, "Crusher medical kit number three." Beverly didn't dare keep the specifications for this special medical kit in the main computer. She'd ordered the contents from a particular shop on Risa, and if anyone else had found it they would have learned a lot more about her sexual practices than she wanted them to. She carefully placed the chip back in her pocket, then took the oversized medical kit out of the tray, laid it on the table and opened it. The contents would have confounded any other M.D., but she ran her hands over them lovingly--anal beads, lubricant, vibrating dildos of various sizes including one she'd nicknamed 'the stretcher', and a pair of tit-clamps. She picked them up and held them against her own chest for a moment, shuddering as she reminisced about other times they'd played together. Well, later there would be plenty of time for reliving their memories. She put the clamps back and shut the case. There were still a few more things she had to replicate before she was ready for her baby girl. The shower stopped running. Beverly waited a few minutes before walking into the bedroom with her loot. He sat on the bed, naked, waiting for her to come have her way with him. For a few minutes she simply stood in front of him, taking his measure. She could tell just by looking that he was still her little girl. His normally erect posture had caved in on itself, his body language reflecting the fact that he felt small and helpless. His hands lay limp and loose at his sides. His legs, too, were relaxed, fallen akimbo like a marionette that had been sloppily abandoned until it was time to be reanimated. Beverly smiled. She understood the secret expressions of his body; knew he was signalling his vulnerability, his accessibility. The tightness in the tiny muscles around his mouth had all but vanished, relaxing the character lines and allowing blood to flow more completely into the surface of his skin. Combined with the heat from the shower, his face was flushed with an almost dewy quality. His eyes followed the containers in her arms, trying not to look too expectant or too frightened. Beverly moved towards him, smiling as she bent down to caress his cheek. "Mommy's little girl was very bad," she purred. He reddened even more and looked away from her. "Now mommy has to hurt her baby so she won't be bad any more. Understand?" "Yes, mommy," he whispered gratefully. He liked it when she made him agree that he'd been a bad girl who deserved punishment. The more she hurt him the more he felt loved, and his compliance was his only way of letting her know how much he needed her affection. "Mommy's going to put your clothes on," she explained reasonably, "then mommy's going to hurt her little girl so she can be good again." Jean-Luc nodded. 'Make me good, mommy,' he thought. His penis started to stiffen again. She noticed and smiled benignly before turning to the items she'd replicated. The rituals they'd worked out delayed gratification but kept him excited. By the time she was ready for him to come, he'd be screaming for it. She pulled out the first article of clothing as he watched, smiling a little. Nothing but the best, of course. Beverly knew him well, and plain cotton panties simply would not do. The ones she held in her hands were smooth satin and the front was covered with tiny hand-sewn silk rosettes. The back was decorated with rows of expensive lace--panties for a girl with doting parents who had a lot of money to spend on their little darling. Beverly knelt and pulled them up over his legs, dressing him as if he were two years old and couldn't do it for himself. He wiggled a bit, trying to get them to move and slide against his skin. He liked the feel of the smooth, silky fabric against his penis. '*Her* penis,' he corrected himself, then, falling deeper into his little girl persona, '*my* penis.' Now Beverly pulled out a lovely little smock for him to wear. It was dark blue with a field of tiny pink and yellow flowers and it was embroidered across the chest and at the wrists. She shook it out and held it up against his skin. Perfect. "Oops. I almost forgot." She laid the dress on the bed and while he traced the embroidery pattern with a finger she rummaged in her doctor's kit. She pulled out the tit clamps then knelt down and held them in front of his face. "This is going to hurt my little girl, but I have to put them on because you've been bad." Her voice was calm and soothing. "This will help you remember not to be bad anymore. Now be still while mommy helps you." He watched quietly as she carefully fixed the clamps to his nipples. Another specialty item from Risa, they did not hurt going on, but every time he moved, the tiny counterweights inside the grippers would twist and pull in the opposite direction. The only way to resist the effect was to be perfectly still, an impossible task when you were busy being pumped with a huge dildo. Beverly painted them with special medical adhesive. Now they wouldn't come off, no matter how hard he thrashed--another advantage to being a doctor. Beverly paused, taking a moment to admire him. He always made such a lovely girl. She picked up the smock and looked down at him, waiting. He held up his arms obediently, then hissed suddenly as the counterweights in the clamps pulled back against his movements. As she adjusted the dress around his throat, shoulders and wrists, he began to shift uncomfortably. The tiny tell-tale writhings said that the Risian grippers were beginning to do their work. Good.
These two characters belong to Paramount who definitely didn't have this in mind when they invented Beverly and Jean-Luc.
NC17, PWP, Raunch, Sleaze, Perversion, Subjugation, Domination, Crossdressing, Nasty Sex Games, Foul Language, Arbitrary Pronouns. You've been warned.
I'll be good. Better than before, You know I'll love you more.
--Title and artist's name lost in the mists of adolescence, but I wish I could remember it because that bass line kicked.
Mommy's Bad Little Girl ASCEM Noone 2/2
Beverly ignored his obvious discomfort and went back to her little pile of treasures. The next item was a sweet little pinafore to go over the smock. He held his arms out as she pulled it down over his body. Beverly heard her breathing get heavier. She enjoyed this transformation so much that she was having a hard time remembering that nice mommy was the only one who sucked his penis. This frilly, delectable little girl-thing sported a giant erection that was Beverly's for the taking. The contrast between fragility and arousal was just painfully erotic, and she loved to go down on him when he was in this state of vulnerability. Beverly felt the blood pumping into her cunt. Her lips were so slippery that she could feel them throbbing against each other as she moved around, constantly reminding her of her own excitement. She sighed at her own impatience. All she wanted to do right now was grab this giant sex toy and fuck her senseless, but he would feel cheated if she did that, and she couldn't blame him. Beverly turned to the next item, a pair of white anklets, trimmed with lace and more pink rosettes. They were incongruously huge, but then, her little girl was nearly six feet tall. She knelt before her, smiling. Her toes were so cute. Beverly thought about what it would feel like to suck them; the way her little girl's head would drop back, the way she would rock herself against the bed in her excitement... everything about her was tempting, and as Beverly pulled the socks onto her feet she made a mental note that the next time they were together she would stick a vibrator up her baby's ass then give her toes a thorough licking... The final item was the piece de resistance. A size twelve pair of mary janes; black patent leather shoes with round toes and a strap that went across the top of her foot. For centuries they'd been a standard item of dress for any special occasion that involved a very young female. Beverly had owned a pair once, and remembered being very proud of them. Tonight, the little girl in front of her would wear them just as proudly. "Oh, you should see yourself," she teased. He stared up at her patiently, waiting. This next part of the dressing-up ritual was very important. He had to see himself, and acknowledge the transformation. Finally Beverly held out her hand and she took it and let mommy pull her to her feet. Beverly led her over to the mirror. "Look at my little princess," she sighed admiringly. It was hard to tell which of them was more delighted. She really loved this connection they'd forged. In fact, she liked to pretend this little girl was her own real child, so tender were her feelings towards her. Picard smiled at their reflection. He was elated with the way these roles cemented their love and commitment. He knew he would never be the type of man who could be spontaneous with a display of affection, but mommy's girl could express her feelings with a child's innocent abandon. Even though he knew he was going to be punished very soon, that did not prevent his upwelling of love and gratitude. "I love you, mommy." "I love you, too, princess." In the mirror they held each other's eye, and she leaned in to drop an affectionate kiss on his bare head. They'd agreed that hirsute or bald he was her little girl, and they never tried to modify his basic appearance. Beverly thought he looked very sweet as he enjoyed the sight of himself. The combination of innocence and eroticism fit him very well. "Pose for mommy," she encouraged him, and he curtseyed for her elaborately. He knew how to do it, posturing and flirting, tilting his head and smiling at her, a quintessential six-year-old coquette trying to please the adult in her life. Beverly smiled and encouraged him. This, too, had a double purpose. Posing in front of the mirror gave him time to play with his persona, but best of all, his movements activated the nipple clamps. Soon he was writhing, making soft, whiny sounds of discomfort. "Smile," Beverly reminded him, and he gave her a wrinkled vamp. The pain was beginning to be seriously distracting. "Turn around. Bend over and show mommy your panties." Bending forward would really make the clamps hurt a lot. He obeyed her, stifling a groan as the grippers tugged hard against the tender flesh of his nipples. Beverly pretended not to hear. "Such pretty panties," she purred. She ran her hands gently over his lacy bottom. "Pretty panties for a pretty girl." She moved up close behind him, grinding her strap-on against the crack of his ass. "Mommy's pretty girl," she cooed, her hands stroking him softly. "Are you mommy's pretty baby? Are you mommy's nasty, cunny, whore-girl? Yes. Yes you are, but mommy's going to make it all better. Mommy's going to fix you and make you a good girl again. You want that, don't you? Don't you want mommy to make it better?" The face in the mirror went up and down. His breathing got much heavier as he listened to the demeaning prattle, and Beverly knew that if ever a soul had been entranced by lust, this one was. Beverly decided it was time. She pressed her dildoed crotch even deeper into his behind, slipping her hands beneath his little outfit so she could cop a feel. She stroked his penis, rubbing it through the silk underwear, then she straightened his dress again, smirking at his unease. "Come on, sweetheart," she whispered. "It's time for mommy to help you." He turned away from the mirror and looked at her fearfully. He could feel his heart start to hammer, like it did every time. He always wanted to stop at this point. His imagination teased him with the thought of what would happen to him if a sudden emergency come up where he had to run to the bridge dressed like a six-year- old girl. Finally, he gave himself permission to enjoy what was about to take place and obeyed her, following her away from the mirror to the side of the bed. Beverly let him stand there and watch as she picked the cone- shaped dildo she called the stretcher, inserting it into the harness. Jean-Luc started shivering, whimpering like a lost puppy. He didn't dare hate mommy for hurting him, so he hated the dildo instead. Shaped vaguely like a Christmas tree, and green to boot, it was the instrument of his greatest torture. She made him bleed with it sometimes, unheeding because she could repair all the damage. If only she hadn't been so nice about it. "Come closer," she encouraged. Her voice, as always, was soft and reasonable. He did not want to, but his legs obeyed her, and he soon stood at her side, shaking, staring at the monster that was about to enter his body. He gulped audibly but she ignored him. "Face the bed and kneel down." Now the dildo was thickly coated with lubricant. "Yes, mommy," he whispered. She slipped several more tubes of lube into the pocket of her jumper in case she should need them. "Pull up your dress," she told him gently. He complied silently, almost distractedly, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop this. His breath came deep and ragged. Even the damned nipple clamps, painful as they were, weren't enough of a distraction. Beverly stood behind him now. "Pull down your panties." With trembling hands he worked his frilly panties down around his knees. He could imagine what this looked like seen from the outside, a grown man in a little girl's frilly dress and ridiculous patent leather shoes, kneeling by the bed with his naked butt poking into the air while a woman wearing a strap-on phallus ordered him around like a slave. The shame of it scalded him and made him harder than ever. He tormented himself, wondering what Riker's reaction would be if he should catch him like this? Or his brother's. Or Q's. The thrill of his imagined humiliation made him begin to undulate his hips in helpless arousal. "Look at that nasty little whore." Even with the foulest language coming out of her mouth Beverly managed to sound maternal and compassionate. "Look how much she wants it. That's my little slut. My little fuck-hole. Does mommy's little whore want to take it for mommy?" Beverly kept up the stream of demeaning commentary, knowing how Jean-Luc was reveling in it. Although he was moaning in pain from the clamps, he'd grabbed his cheeks with both hands and was holding them open for her, his back arched in a 'V'. "Be a good little cunt for mommy," Beverly encouraged. "Open up wide and let mommy fuck her girl.." "Oh yes, mommy," he moaned, "fuck your whore. Fuck me good mommy, so I can be a good girl." This was the other part he needed. The shame and humiliation and degradation. This felt as good as the love and affection, one balancing the other. "I'm going to push it inside you and hurt you with it. Can you take it for mommy?"
"Please, mommy, let me show you. I'll be good. I'll be a good girl." Jean-Luc begged for the pain. He would show mommy what a good girl he was, turning every part of his body into a cunt for her pleasure. He would take any torture she wanted to subject him to in order to make her love him again. Beverly shoved the cone in up to the second section. This was a relatively small diameter and her girl could take it easily. In fact, she'd already been dilated farther than that earlier in the evening. Nonetheless, Beverly patiently worked it around and around, getting her used to what was to come. The kneeling girl liked it because it felt good, even a bit tickly, but by the time mommy got it half-way up inside her she was crying again, her sphincter contracting helplessly, trying to reject the intruder despite her efforts to be still and take it like a good girl should. Her struggles kept the tit-clamps in almost constant motion, but by now it was a relief to be able to focus on the pain in her chest. She deliberately rubbed herself against the bed, worsening it, trying to drown out the agony down below. By now, the only thing that kept her from tearing herself away was the lifeline of mommy's voice and the promise that this would make her good again. It always came down to this struggle of will over pain. It was so personal to the man inside the girl that he encouraged her to take it, to prove that she was strong, loved, worthy. Somewhere in the background, Cardassians, Borg and torture lurked; between Jean-Luc and the child, they'd known all kinds of pain, and if this little girl could take it, surely her alter ego would be able to withstand it when it inevitably happened again. But by the time mommy got to the wide end, he'd forgotten his determination. He simply wanted it out of his body so he could get some relief from this torment. Beverly ignored his begging, and forced it all the way in to it's flaring base. The little girl screamed, the hoarse, high-pitched, cracking sound of a man in agony.
Beverly knew exactly what he was feeling, and she felt genuine sympathy for him as he pleaded with her to please take it out. "I can't take it out," she said regretfully. "I have to keep it in so my little girl can become a *good* little girl." Mad with frustration and pain, he clutched the bedcover with both hands, hiding his face as he screamed into the folds of fabric. He was beyond thinking of what his crew would say if they could see him. He was beyond the delicious stimulation of her dirty words. He could only cry. "It hurts, maman. It hurts." He was sobbing pitifully, but Beverly couldn't have mercy on him now, not when he was so close. "We only have to keep it in for sixty more seconds," she offered comfortingly. In this state of acute pain, sixty seconds would feel like sixty years, but she had to make him yield to her demands because this was how she demonstrated the truth of her power, just as he demonstrated the truth of his strength. "Noooo," the girl cried. She did not care about power and strength. She was trying very hard to do what mommy said so that mommy would love her, but this hurt. She didn't know if she could stand it anymore. Around her throat, the dark blue of her dress was bordered even darker where the sweat had poured down from her exertions. In fact, her entire outfit was a good deal more rumpled than it had been only half an hour ago. She kicked her toes against the carpet, the only defiance allowed her. "If you make too much noise I'll lose count and have to start over," Beverly warned. She had her fingers down against Picard's perineum, massaging it like she did with women who were giving birth. It helped stretch the surface of the skin and prevented tearing, but just like her patients, her little girl was in too much pain to notice how she was being helped. "Please, oh please, I don't want it to hurt anymore. I won't be bad. I'll be good. Please take it out." She was begging abjectly in spite of her determination to take it all like mommy wanted. The pain had spread throughout her entire groin. Even the tip of her penis hurt, and now she was squeezing her knees together and arching her back in a vain attempt to push the invader out of her body. Beverly noticed, however, that she'd lowered her voice when mommy cautioned that she'd gotten too loud. "Just a few more seconds," she said. "Count with me. Ten... come on, ten, nine, eight... "Sevensixfivefourthreetwoone," the girl panted. She didn't care if she was good anymore. She just wanted it to stop. Beverly had mercy on her finally and pulled it out carefully. There was no blood this time, which was good, and now her sweet little girl lay with her fist against her mouth, moaning and sobbing her relief. Beverly lay the toy aside and told her how proud she was. "You're going to be mommy's good girl very soon. All you have to do is wait and let mommy fuck you. You want mommy to fuck you, don't you?" Of course she did. That was the point. She waited while mommy removed the stretcher and replaced it with a very large cock. It slipped inside her easily because she was so loose now. In fact, it was so much smaller that it was almost a relief to feel it up inside herself after the weight and pressure of that other horrible thing. She wriggled happily, knowing that this was going to be very good. When mommy thrust forward she thrust back, and soon they were fucking in perfect sync. This was another magic transformation, a ride that took them out of their bodies, even out of their roles and turned them into a single being with one mutual goal which was to fuck and be fucked until there was nothing left but oblivion. She could have giggled with happiness as they went soaring together into the enchanted night. Even the pesky nipple clamps added to this pleasure, and now she experienced nothing but bliss. Eventually she began to thrust harder against the cock inside her, fucking back with all her might. The motion was so smooth that it wasn't enough anymore, and she began to try to angle herself so that the cock pressed harder against her prostate gland. The result was a constant low-grade friction as she worked her ass as hard as she could to get the satisfaction she craved. It wasn't enough, and her cries began to reflect her discontent as she discovered that she couldn't get to the peak. She didn't know how to communicate her dilemma, so she just kept crying. It was up to mommy to figure out what was wrong and fix it. After all, she was just a little girl who couldn't help herself. Beverly sighed with satisfaction as she heard him shrieking and crying. Her little girl just couldn't get enough, and the dildo wouldn't provide the pressure needed to push her over the edge. That, of course, had been the point of using the stretcher so vigorously. Wide open now, her baby's only choice was to hope and pray that mommy had mercy on her soon. Beverly was ecstatic. This was what she'd wanted all night, to be in this place where she controlled everything in their minds and bodies. The lines from an ancient song clamored through her consciousness, incongruous, but fitting perfectly: "You've got the power and the glory... for ever and ever and ever..." This consummate experience of power and authority was too gratifying not to trigger her body's need to climax. Aroused for ages, she finally gave herself permission to find release from all this exquisite pressure, allowing herself to feel the stimulation she'd tried to ignore all night.. Her harness was wrapped so tightly around her body that the straps cut deeply between the lips of her cunt. Every time she drove her cock into him it stimulated her as well, and now she would take advantage of that. She tilted his hips up so that it would be more convenient for her to get that hard little thump across her clit every time she ground into him. She let him wait as she got herself off, canting her own hips up, pressing him even deeper into the mattress as she fucked her clit with the butt-end of the dildo. Her body was wet with sweat, and whenever she looked down she could see how red her chest was, her breasts bouncing with effort. She'd worked hard--it was time to reward herself, so that's exactly what she did. Beneath her, Jean-Luc's adult mind noted her shift in focus as her cries became wilder and more intense. He never knew what to do at this point because he wanted to feel her come. He moved the way she positioned him, but he was groaning in frustration. He needed to come so badly that he would have sold the Enterprise, but he had no choice in the matter. He simply lay there, loving the sound of it as she called him nasty names on her way to climax. "Bitch, cunt, whore, slut. Take it. Take it like you know I like it." She punctuated each word or phrase with a sharp jab up into his intestines. He did what she told him, crying out his acceptance. "You know I want it, mommy, fuck me with it good." Beverly felt the tension start deep in her body and knew it was time. Barely pausing, she reached down and turned on the oscillator. The cock inside Jean-Luc began to vibrate. Jean-Luc began to scream. Finally, finally there was enough pain and stimulation to give him what he needed. With one hand he reached down to grab his penis. With the other he reached back to grab Beverly's hip. He was pumping against her so hard that if he wasn't careful he would accidentally knock her out of his body. It had happened before, but this time she held on tightly as she matched his rhythm, battering his ass until he was growling and foaming at the mouth. He was no longer mommy's bad little girl. He was no longer Jean-Luc Picard, Captain of the Federation flagship. He was just some guy with a big dildo up his ass, begging for the orgasm he had to have or else die. "Yes, yes! Fuck that hole," he moaned. "Fuck it hard. Oh, fuck me Beverly! Fuck me good. Yes. Yes! Oh, God! OH, GOD!!" The two of them came hard together, their orgasm exploding through them with electrifying pain and satisfaction. It went on and on and on and on. Each spurt of his excited penis brought another peaking rush of pleasure. Each spasm of her cunt yanked a wailing cry of satisfaction from her throat as she fell backwards onto the floor. Jean-Luc collapsed also. He couldn't find the strength to right himself. In fact, he wasn't even sure he knew how. He simply lay there until Beverly finally had mercy on him and picked him up and pulled him into bed with her. She took off his shoes, removed the clamps and rubbed his nipples until he came down, but she did not make him take off his pretty dress. Clothed, they lay together on the bed, silent, exhausted, but blissfully happy at the way they were able to please each other. He wanted to fuck her but he was too tired to do anything but sleep. Eventually he roused just enough to rummage around in her pocket until he found her special replicator chip. He placed it carefully in a tiny strongbox hidden in his bedside table. Next time it was his turn to be mommy.
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