The Infiltrater

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Captain Wilwood lay half asleep, half awake to her touch. The beautiful Goddess. The Infiltrater. She was a Romulan spy, her ship nearly as sexy as she was.. secretly cloaked just outside the hull of the USS Victoria. "Don't struggle, Captain. I have you." She said. Her breasts tight in uniform heaving up and down atop her strong lungs. Her stare so defiant. So seductive.. staring down on him in his bunk. "That's it." She whispered. "I want that.. and that.. Mmmm.." And she closed her eyes while a tear fell out the corner of his.

In the corner of the Captain's Quarters, where the tiny bed was of that battlecruiser, stood with on leg standing over the edge and the other huddled up and around the Captain's head, a Romulan weapon. A seductress. Romulan women were already among the most beautiful women in the galaxy, but this one? She was specially bred to be the most powerful weapon ever conceived.

"What are you doing?" Came a scared childlike thought from the back of the Captain's mind. "Hmmm.. hehehehe... I'm eating your brains.."

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The process only lasted barely half an hour. But to Captain Wilwood it was an eternity. Time seemed to slow down with her loving embrace. Her motherly embrace.. An umbilical like connection to a spy's fantasy, that made her genetically adore his insidious mutilation. Beneath the skin was a tree. A thousand branches of cellular tentacle, penetrating and wrapped around his cerebral cortex like it were it's oxygen. Living off the man. Sucking in every command. The heartbeat's.. the constrictions.. the contractions.. the feelings.. and the many many secrets they organized into a chemical french kiss that heaved her into insatiable orgasm. By her side was a skirt she'd unbottoned and dropped down to the floor before apparently sitting on him. The loveliest of legs. The most lean of bottoms.. An appeal her designers thought necessity. And now the Captain was locked in an internal embrace of the most devious of proportions. His knowledge.. his understandings.. her lovemake. And by the time it was over and she'd receded he was sound asleep. A lover's sting.. an anethesia of an alien womb like a mosquito's. "Her baby." Her many babies that she held in the ship's databank after sucking them up in her loving embrace.. That she cared for and nurtured just like a mother. Just like a pregnancy..

When the Captain woke he never even knew his own name. And truth of the matter was, he wasn't really there. He was gone. He was her's now.. forever.

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This sounds good... keep on typing! :cool:

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I can't right now. I got a mission to tend to in the Vega system. I'll be teleporting back for a few days. But I'll be back, editor. Thanks. :)

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"How did it go?" "As well as expected." Rancor stared at her undress in her quarters. When the cloths were off she was gently massaging her hips. A fine fine texture to the skin. As though she'd just had them eat the most glorious of meals. "As expected? You surprise me, Commander." "Why is that?" "You've just had a sexual experiece that's likely the envy of the Empire. And you say: 'As well as expected.'" "I am the envy of the Empire." The starlight reflected off the smooth texture of her impecable naked figure like a Goddess, as she turned to face him. I hint of slop in her lap.. just below the belly button. It was like a supernova had suddenly turned it's stare upon him, and he even crouched.. back away. "When will you have the information?" "Tomorrow." "I will set course clear of the Federation's ship's sensors." And she said nothing. Simply staring at him.. at his fear.

When he turned sensing the awkwardness towards the door she spoke. "Stop." And he stopped dead in his tracks. "Get in my bed." "Yes Commander." "I will show you how it felt.. Wonderful.. The Human was wonderful."

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"I've had to put him on life support." "Why?" "His mind has even forgotten how to manage that. I don't understand this.." The doctor had a seriously worried expression on his face examining the readings. "It's so strange.. It's like something came and took it all away." "All what away?" "Everything!" Nurse Demp, a Klingon, helped the doctor explain. "His mind has been erased, Commander Qwin. There's very little left. What you see here is a shell, and not the Captain." "How could this happen? How could this happen!" "We've found elements of alien materal in his mouth. The computers trying to colate it now." "So what you're saying is something stole the Captain?" Then the doctor spoke. "The Captain is gone, Qwin. Don't you understand that? This is not the Captain! We don't know if he's dead. We don't know if he's alive. We're examining a hallow piece of flesh here!" Qwin touched his badge. "Red Alert." And the ship immediately responded. Even in the sickbay, the Captain's dead, teary eyed lifeless expression on his face turned red. "From his mouth?" "It's too early to tell.. but preliminary analysis indicates that something attached itself to his mouth, yes." "Commander?" The communicator on his chest responded. "Full sensor scan, Mr. Lloyd. Inside and out.. The Captain is dead and it may be due to an intruder." "He's not dead, Qwin." "Doctor?" "Somethings got him! Something we've never seen before!"

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"You don't know.. You're just a man." She whispered softly, laying over his scared sub-Commander body like it were a bed. Kissing his cheek.. licking his neck. Whispering in his ear. "I make men fall in love with me.. and then I take them. Not into a love.. but into a place of just my pleasures. Do you know what that means?" "No Commander. Please.. tell me." A thigh pulled up close and around him, her knee almost coming up to her chin. And his.. "The soul. It's in my womb.." "His soul, Commander?" "Yes.. I can feel him. He's still in there.. not even realizing what's happened to him. He's warm and comfortable.. and being incubated by my Avoresque. For my purpose." "You're a marvel, Commander." "Yes.. but I am lonely still. You see? Even with this human so close." And she put a hand on his face and pointed to her stare. "I am lonely, sub-Commander."

Never was there a more unmutual love affair than in those quarters of that sinister ship. Now, far away from any Federation sensors.. In the safety of a strict Romulan authoritarianism.. and decloaked at high warp. She made him sweat.. She made his fear her pleasure. For what she was going to do.. what she could do at any moment to him, next. It never went away. It tired the brain in such a way.. so terrorized, that she adored it. And one day.. one day.. but not today. All night long..

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What do you think it is that you know math, or biology? That you're an expert on anything? You walk around your whole life thinking you're special. "I'm the guy who can do this." The amazing IQ. But what if everything you knew.. everything you understood.. wasn't a magic, or a mystery, or anything anybody couldn't put their finger on. The dumbest of anybody. But just a thing.. one of many. Philosophers all around the Federation would have loved to have met this Romulan woman. In her womb, a place much like the human one, was a facility you see.. A nurturing nightmare. An accomodation. The nature in such a way as to make possible and tangible the many secrets and ideas of men. Grown men. Wise men. Oh sure, if you were to look at it, it'd probably be just like the grey matter it once was. Ugly.. slimey.. But you didn't have to look at it. All you had to do was see it in its bondage. Two of the most beautiful thighs you'd ever seen. A hip's musculature powerful and dominating.. and holding tight a stare down upon his forehead like he were a lunch! All you had to do was make it believe everything it thought about itself were true. So it could be seduced.. Swallowed.. Eaten.. And placed into a place where it could think itself unharmed. So easy for her to do. What she "loved" to do..

Imagine the looks on their faces. Their entire philosophy. Their ideologies. Their understandings. Their hopes and their dreams. Not a mysterious spirit in the wind, but a substance she snatches from their brains, along with their beings that made it whole to begin with. Their souls.. And they are dissected in the place like they were born. A love of dissection. A mother's war. A dismemberment of everything you are piece by loving piece. Something she doesn't call understanding.. no.. something instead she merely calls: Desire. French kiss. A man.. an enemy.. who makes her body orgasm his captivity.

Beauty so bold. So powerful as to be divine.. A gulag everybody she ever met.. she ever seduced.. wanted to go to. The biology told her.. And inside she knew them just like a mother would.

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"NO! PLEASE!" And the seductress caught herself.. Breathing like she were in a sprint, her hand slopped upon his face. Upon the fat of his cheek.. of his mouth. Between their contact with a lazy slap.. like she were fighting herself! And gently.. tiredly.. she backed away. "Please Commander! Please don't!" He muffled beneath her palm. "Shhh.. don't say anything." She barely managed out a whisper. And those lovely hips.. the Federation Captain.. disappeared from his view like a sunset. She put her head back down beside his.. so terrified he was. "Shhh.. it's ok." "Thank you. Thank you!" "Ok.." Sucking in all her excited oxygen from his ear..

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This happened to me once.. Not the face sit part, but the ear thing. Man it was sexy.. I was done too quick see. And she was really horny for more. It's like the voicebox is cutting off the airflow.. and she whines.

Mind you, that was in my youth. Now my dick's about as big as a raisen.. :)

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That's powerful writing, my man....very good...:D

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Thanks 007 :)