The Orions were quite proud of their heritage and their ability to offer anything to anyone. Humanity was not well known in this sector, as their reach did not extend that far – yet. Most contact with humanity consisted of deep space cargo haulers, which, always looking out for the interests of their pockets, had started to include more and more stops to Orion Twelve. The best and the worst of humanity had made it to Orion to commingle with the interspecies community, bringing with them outdated earthen notions such as slavery; a concept that is highly embraced by the Orions.
The rhythm of the music reverberated through the smoke filled maze and into the dressing room of Lt. Hoshi Sato. She wasn’t known at Lt. Sato here. Here, she was simply known as Hoshi. She was ‘sold’ into slavery two years ago through the auspices of the crew on the Horizon. Like all other slaves she had to work for her status, but it didn’t take her long to reach her current position. As rare as humans were in this sector, the company of one was highly sought after. This allowed Lt. Sato to have contact with several species – heads of state, military personnel, and citizens of affluence. Her position was key to collecting vital intelligence for Starfleet Command.
Hoshi sighed at herself in the mirror, adjusting her over exaggerated pigtails. Every thing about her was over exaggerated – her make up which brought out the heritage of her Japanese ancestry, and her long dark raven hair, arranged much like a typical Japanese schoolgirl. Her outfit was cut to fit her feminine dimensions. The skirt was short, almost non-existent. Her blouse left little to the imagination, virtually see through. She bent down to put her loafers on and grinned at the new ‘character’ she had created. Hopefully, this new character would bring high bids, pleasing her ‘master,’ but more importantly reel in a high-ranking official with some viable intelligence.
“Hoshi, you’re on in five,” Melik, the MC, yelled across the cavern. He was a Maulian, a cross between a bipedal pig person and a cat. Hoshi rolled her eyes remembering back to fucking him, or at least trying to. Not all species are anatomically compatible. She wound up giving him the equivalent of a blowjob in order to gain a higher position. She hoped she would bag a target that had a clue as to how to pleasure a human female. Hoshi put the finishing touches onto her makeup and took her place.
“Attention! Attention! One of our most popular and rare attractions is available for your viewing pleasure. We have a human female up for auction. What is a human female, you ask yourself? Humans hail from a planet in Galaxy 1338. If you are interested in copulating with this exquisite creature after the performance, bidding will start now and continue on through the end of the performance. All sexes and all races are welcome to bid. There is more information regarding her anatomy in the brochure. Now, may I present Hoshi with her schoolgirl charms!” Melik finished his presentation to a roaring sound of applause. He was no fool. He knew the exotic and rare would draw a phenomenal price.
As the music started, Hoshi burst onto the stage and let the rhythm of the music flow over her. There were five poles on the stage and she went to the one in the center to scope out the room and show off her wares. The lyrics washed over her, but encouraged frenzy in the crowd. Obviously, everybody’s universal translators were working. “I'll meet you in the red room close the door and dim the lights. I will be yours truly if indeed the price is right. So throw your sword, be my king let your passions rise and sing. Just show me the diamonds and I'll let you wear my ring.” Hoshi took hold of the poll and wrapped her shapely leg around it, letting it rub against the apex of her thighs. As the singer in the song moaned, she moaned too.
”So just lay down beside you let us consummate, I know you’re bursting let me help you deflate. If you want to plug in for a high voltage connection, show me cold, hard cash and I will turn on my affection.” Hoshi went through the movements targeting a Klingon general sitting in the front row. Starfleet had had a few run ins with the Klingons and they were number one on her list for intelligence gathering. Hoshi bounced her way to the pole nearest the general. “I'll let you just a little...So don't hesitate I won't kiss and tell. No need to worry Cause I'm, I'm a professional. The show can start as soon as I see money on the table. I've an empty space to fill I'm willing, if you're able.” Hoshi mouthed the words, pointing to the general, turned her back to him and wiggled her backside suggestively.
What she did know about Klingons could be written on her hand. They were a warrior race, aggressive and intolerant. That made them a threat to Starfleet. She could see the general was placing bids on her, so she kept making suggestive overtures toward him, or at least what she hoped was suggestive by Klingon standards. Her performance ended and she ran backstage to see if the good general had pulled through for her. He looked like a wealth of intelligence and she would hate to have the opportunity squandered.
The board reflected that General Nahms had paid a great deal of money for an opportunity with Hoshi. “Yes!” Hoshi smacked her hands together then turned to one of the hostesses. “See that General Nahms is brought to my den as soon as possible. I don’t want to keep him waiting.”
Hoshi crawled back into bed when there was nothing else to steal. She was so buzzed about the data she collected she was turned on. She bit the general on his forearm and inhaled deeply. Nahms stirred immediately and pinned her down, forcing his engorged shaft into Hoshi’s tight wetness. He growled and grunted as he rutted on her, not caring about the pleasure of his partner. Why should he, she was just a human whore.
Captain Jonathan Archer submitted the coordinates to the helm. “Ensign Mayweather, lay in a course for these coordinates warp four.” Jon perused through the information and stopped dead at the picture of the operative they were on their way to retrieve. The memories came flooding back to him and hope mingled with fear sprang to life in his heart.
He couldn’t believe it – a tutor! Jon walked through the halls of Starfleet Academy looking for the right room. Language just wasn’t his thing. Whatever bright assed brass idiot came up with the bilingual requirement should be shot. He had taken Vulcan when he was a cadet, but let his knowledge go to waste. Now he needed a refresher so he could pass the competency-based exam. He walked into the room and saw her. Her long dark raven hair framing her heart shaped face. He watched her fingers twisting and twirling strands of her hair as she read what her other hand held. He could imagine his fingers combing through her tresses, or better yet her fingers caressing his hair. Great! Further humiliation! She was an Ensign.
“Sir!” Hoshi stood at attention.
“At ease, Ensign,” Jon said as he entered the room. “Shall we get started?” The sooner this is over with the sooner I can stop thinking about how I would like to wrap you around me and bury myself inside you.
Another session had to be arranged as Jon’s mind was anywhere but on the Vulcan language. Get a grip, Jon, fraternization rules are in place for a reason.
Hoshi and Jon met daily for the next two weeks. Jon was making painfully slow progress. Hoshi started giggling furiously at Jon’s pronunciation of a Vulcan phrase. “What’s so funny? Did I mispronounce it?” He had been trying to ask ‘Shall we dine?’ in Vulcan. Obviously, he had said something else entirely.
Hoshi had tears streaming down her face as Jon kept asking her what he had actually said. “You asked me if,” she hiccupped, “I wanted to engage in copulation with you?”
Jon started to laugh as well, his embarrassment soon forgotten. “Do you?” He wanted to ask, but held his tongue in check.
That night, Jon went to a bar to blow off some tension. He watched as all the cadets mingled with one another and suddenly felt out of place. “Would you like to engage in copulation with me?” A sultry voice behind him asked. He turned around instantly aroused at the sound of her voice so he decided to make light of her request and treat it like a joke. “You are never going to let me live that down, huh, Ensign?” He emphasized her rank more for his benefit then hers. He was surprised when she leaned forward and kissed him. He pulled away, thinking she may be inebriated. He hadn’t tasted any alcohol on her breath. He looked into her eyes and saw dark deep almond pools of desire.
“Hoshi – I...” Her kissing him again, this time with more intimacy as she ran her tongue along his lips, pleading for entrance, silenced him. The battle for reason was soon lost as his arms crushed her to him. For tonight they would be man and woman, not captain and ensign. He quickly paid his tab and took her by the arm leading her away from the bar and to his quarters. The ride was made in silence. The silence was long, as visions of taking her in the car went through his mind. Visions of taking her in the elevator with her long legs wrapped around his waist careened through his mind. Just when he thought he would explode they arrived at his quarters.
They came together like two ravenous people who had not eaten in days. They stripped one another quickly; saying nothing, moaning approvals to what each was doing to the other. Jon was nipping and sucking his way across her shoulder blade up to the column of her long neck, his fingers delving through the entrance to her femininity. He groaned as he found her wet, ready for the taking. She groaned as his fingers pressed into her.
Jon was taken by surprise when Hoshi stepped back from him, then shoved him to the bed. She pinned him down, straddled him and impaled herself on his throbbing manhood. He gasped as the sensation of the wet glove slid over him. Hoshi started to rock back and forth grasping her breasts, rolling her nipples back and forth between her fingers. Jon knocked her hands away and replaced them with his tongue and teeth. He could feel her body shimmering at his attention. His was shimmering as well. Jon abandoned her breasts and leaned back, letting her ride him. He reached forward to stroke her clit. She arched her back and collapsed on him as she rode the orgasm to completion.
Jon was still rock hard inside her and strove toward his own completion. He started to move and Hoshi gasped, sitting back up and moving her hips in time with his. His hands grasped her hips, moving her up and down to his pace. His orgasm washed over him like a flood. His large hands trying to hold her still as her movements caused exquisite pleasure.
During the day, they continued their tutoring lessons as ensign and captain, tutor and student. During the night they came together – sometimes frenzied, sometimes slow. They continued this for weeks. Then one day she disappeared, never to be heard from again. All record of her existence had been erased. No one knew her and no one remembered her, well almost no one – he remembered her, the love he felt for her.
Now, here he was faced with his past. Jon finally had the opportunity to get some answers. He just hoped it wasn’t too late.
TBC
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