Retail Therapy Part 2

Posted on Thu Jan 23rd, 2025 @ 9:00am by Lieutenant T'Mara
Edited on on Tue Jan 28th, 2025 @ 9:03am

3,749 words; about a 19 minute read

Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Location: Orion Ship - Stalker
Timeline: MD 008 - 1730 hours

Previously...

"I am...certain. Yes." Her eyes followed Rush's and she looked down at her blue under tunic and standard issue pants with a raised brow. Less clothes, more drinks, indeed? T'Mara did not know what to say to the last thing to come out of the Orion chief of security's mouth, so she chose to not comment on it at all. Rushgili was correct. It was warm...slowly, T'Mara reached up and unzipped the the collar and pulled off the offending top. The air on her bare skin was far superior than the scratchy fabric of the under tunic, anyway.

"Maybe you should." T'Mara countered, feeling rather unlike herself. Or maybe she did feel like herself. It didn't matter in the moment.

Rushgili watched her for a moment, was the Vulcan really looking for new experiences or was something else going on? Her sister was on the other ship, could she be behind this some how. Of course she was having far too much fun with this Vulcan, so inspite of her paranoia she headed over to the table where the screen was and canceled everything. She sauntered over to T'Mara and gave her a playful smile.

"Come with me," Rushgili said in a commanding tone.


And now the conclusion...


She sent several messages from a small tablet that she'd pulled from one of the pockets on her uniform and replaced it a moment later. She wanted things to be ready once they got up to her room. Drinks, two of her own personal servants she thought T'Mara would like and several food items.

“As you wish.”

T’Mara watched the Orion woman move about the room and used the moment to gather her field jacket in her arms. It gave her hands something to do in the moment - a distraction of sorts from the decision that blinked BAD in bright lights. Enough. Surak was dead; his authoritarian control on everything was stupid, and she was going to do something spontaneous for the sake of feeling something pleasurable. These pheromones were really quite pervasive, weren’t they? Hazel irises were slowly becoming consumed by the inky blackness of pupil as the chemical substances loosened her inhibitions and made her feel...well, rather nice, actually.

Rushgili led the way through the ship, taking a route that T’Mara–in her current state–could not have retraced with any meaningful accuracy. She had no idea where she was being led, nor did it matter. A sense of anticipation overrode any residual ‘nerves.’ This was her choice. A choice to feel…to experience. Life outside of Vulcan appeared to be steeped in satisfying physical needs and desires, and for once she was going to take part in it. See what it was all about and why the rest of the galaxy seemed enthralled with such hedonistic acts. Oh yes…logic could get lost in The Forge.

Rushgili was rather proud of herself, heading through the ship with this lovely Vulcan in tow earned her a few glances and she was eating it up. She would give the experience to T'Mara that she seemed to be craving and also would be the first to catch one of the Starfleet crew in her web. There would be others, no doubt, once some of them relaxed and realized just what they had to offer on their side.

After leading her to a lift and heading up to the officer's deck, she took her inside of her rather luxurious quarters. They entered into a small foyer area that had a wooden side table, there were several paintings and a large vase in the corner. She continued through the small entry way and turned to her right, the room opened up quite a bit. Along the right wall there was a large bookshelf full of books in various languages. After that, along the same wall, was a faux fire place with a holographic fire and a brick façade. There was a large sitting area with two big, comfortable looking couches and a bit of an open area that they were observing. Right to the left was another hallway with two doors, one was a bedroom and the other was a bathroom. Around the corner was a stairwell that went down next to a large dining table.

Waiting for them was one of her personal attendants, a rather muscular Orion that had on a pair of leather boots, a broad leather belt with metal studs and what was essentially a fur kilt. He had multiple body modifications and tattoos.

"Is everything I requested prepared?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good, show her where she can change," Rushgili looked at T'Mara. "I've got a good selection of Orion foods, drink and a couple of my personal servants to perform for you. I also prepared something less boring for you to wear."

"...that is very attentive of you." T'Mara replied after a moment's consideration. She was far less articulate than usual. She couldn't help it. Rushgili’s quarters were distracting. It was a rather opulent space, and T’Mara’s curious nature wanted to slowly take in the place. In particular, the large book shelf was particularly compelling piece. Temptation could come in many forms. Instead, she walked over to the attendant and stopped in front of him. He motioned for her to accompany him, and she followed along behind him, watching the musculature sinuously move underneath the rich green skin. The physical form held such beauty in it.

Once they arrived, the attendant turned and handed her a small pile of fabric connected with silvered chains. T’Mara ran the silky fabric through her fingers and softly gasped. Triaxian silk. The golden fabric was enticingly soft and slipped through her fingers in a most enticing manner. It was exquisite…what there was of it, anyway.

While she had been distracted with the clothing the Orion male stepped behind her and expertly snapped the back of her bra before pulling the garment down off of her shoulders liberally touching her spine and shoulders in the process. T'Mara shivered in response. Letting her own garment fall to the ground, T’Mara set forth in putting on the top, which consisted of two triangles of silk and dangling chains. The Attendant reached around her and began connecting the metal links together. His hands again roamed, but down her sides to the waistband of her pants. He seemed to be determined to do the lion’s share of the work, and it was a novelty to be passive…to have another serve her for once.

Pants removed, T'Mara quickly bent slightly and slipped her legs into the bottoms of this ‘less boring’ outfit and pulled it up till the fabric was in place. “Turn around.” The Orion male ordered, and she readily complied. He reached out and pulled at the chains at her hips, adjusting the fit for her. The air on her skin was invigorating and the pleasure of it far outweighed the fact that the outfit barely covered anything.

Rush sent a message to the second of her department letting them know she was helping to entertain one of the crew of the Moore so he'd be on deck to greet anyone that came over. It was easy enough to pass it off to him.

Rushgili had opted more for comfort over full sex appeal and had opted for a yellow Andorian silk v-back nightgown with lace along the top. It accentuated her bust well and she had a matching robe over her shoulders as well as a pair of comfortable fuzzy slippers. She'd settled on her couch and on the coffee table in front of it there was a silver tray with two glasses, a bottle of Mandisa that was a little dusty and several plates of different Orion delicacies. Nearly every one of them were one type of aphrodisiac or another.

The two men from her stable were nearly naked, both of them over six foot and muscular. One was an Orion that also worked on the ship as part of the engineering department, but had fallen under her spell quite some time ago. The other was a Bajoran who was a little shorter, but still in great shape. He was one of her personal servants and she couldn't help but grin at him, he'd fallen so easily to her charms and she enjoyed that fact to no end.

She had poured them both a glass of Mandisa from the bottle on the tray before settling back on the couch as one of the two men started some soft music. After a moment, she took a small sip from her glass, waiting for her Vulcan to come back out from changing.

While Rushgili was making herself comfortable on the couch, T’Mara was being nudged forward by the attendant back into the main room. She was suddenly taken by a sense of nerves, although she did not have adequate words to describe what she was experiencing. Old insecurities rose as she came around the corner and saw the Orion woman lounging on the couch seemingly without a care in the world.

T’Mara walked over to the couch and noted that the low table had been set with a tray of various, exotic looking foods and a bottle of some sort of intoxicant which she presumed was the mandisa that Rushgili had discussed in the other room. Also in attendance were two males…an Orion and one who looked to be Bajoran. They wore very little, and were rather aesthetically pleasing, if T’Mara were to be honest with herself.

Squaring her shoulders, she returned her attention fully to Rushgili. “Am I more suitably dressed, now?” Unsure of what to do with herself, she crossed her arms behind her back and gripped her opposite elbows with her hands, which only served to put her upper body on display. For being so clueless, she was doing a good enough job at being enticing, at least at some level.

Rushgili smirked slightly as she looked over the Vulcan, she was quiet while she reached over and ran her fingers over T'Mara's abdomen, pleased at just how muscular it was. Finally she reached away and grabbed the second glass and offered it to her. Once T'Mara took it, she reached over and picked up a piece of food and touched it to T'Mara's lips.

"Far better dressed. So, as I am your host, have I provided everything you need to satisfy all your appetites?" Rushgili asked in a soft silky voice.

T’Mara took the offered glass, and took the offered bite from Rushgili’s fingertips. It was a most unusual act…to be fed a bite of food. She chewed thoughtfully, finding the morsel to be flavorful and not disagreeable to her palate. Raising the fluted glass to her lips, T’Mara imbibed the beverage in the same manner as she had the Andorian ale offered up by Th’relnal at his ‘home’ check. She was expecting an icy burn, but instead was rewarded with a smooth taste that spread a feeling of warmth through her core. She unconsciously licked her lower lip as if to clean the taste where the rather delightful liquid had come into contact.

“I…” T’Mara finally responded in an attempt to answer Rushgili’s question. “Your hospitality has thus far been exemplary.” She closed her eyes and made a small sub-vocal oscillation as the warmth began to spread through her body, focusing on very interesting places. Why would Surak say that to pursue sensation was illogical? This felt utterly engrossing. Although she wanted to focus more closely on the visceral, it wouldn’t do to remain standing still with her eyes shut. Forcing her eyes open again, T’Mara’s rapidly expanding hazel irises sluggishly focused on the world around her. She sensed someone coming up from behind her and jerked slightly as their hands came in contact with her back. However, what was usually an uncomfortable sharing of alien sensations and snippets of thoughts was now a spine shivering participation of desires known and rather foreign in some ways.

"Relax, don't fight the moment. Whatever you wish to indulge in, don't think about it just do it," The Orion woman said in a soft purr, she watched as one of her servants began to massage T'Mara's back.

She took a long drink from her own glass before she set it aside and took a couple of bites from the trays and let out a sigh as her own body began to feel warmth coursing through it. Somewhere in the mix some low rhythmic Orion music began to play and she caught the hand of the Bajoran and pulled him down to kneel next to her. He leaned in and the two of them shared a passionate kiss as Rush ran her fingers over his bare chest. She pulled back and touched his cheek.

"Such a dear," She said softly. "Go and tend to T'Mara's needs, I'll be waiting for you. Make sure you have your fun with her."

The Bajoran nodded and smiled at Rushgili, before turning his attention to T'Mara. He lightly caressed her cheek, before he started to run his hands down along her arms before moving along them to her sides.

"What do you desire?"

The hands of the two males made quick work of whatever remaining resistance she had left as her perceptions were bombarded with signals of their amiability towards their current ministrations. Long dormant instincts were roused by what she had consumed and their shared touch.

"I want..." T'Mara began slowly as she tilted her head slightly to more closely regard the Bajoran standing in front of her. Taking a hesitant step forward, and then another, she positioned herself well within his personal space and leaned her head in so that her cheek almost came into contact with his. "I want to forget who I am...if just for a little while." It was close enough to the truth that she did not feel disingenuous to say so. As a punctuation, T'Mara brought her hand up to trail her sensitive fingertips along the muscular lines of his chest. "I want to share pleasure with you."

"That is the perfect answer," The Bajoran replied softly, he caressed her sides slowly as if he desired to study the curve of her abdomen so that he would never forget them. After a moment, he selected another piece of food and offered it to her, once she'd taken it he started to trace over her well sculpted abs in a similar manner, this time leaning in and adding in soft kisses. "My name is Krulo, my friend behind you giving you the massage is Dego. The man who helped dress you is Vassar, he is Mistress' husband."

"And very much off limits," Rushgili giggled softly, giving her husband a hungry look. "He's all for me."

“I…ah…understand, Rushgili…” The words did not come readily anymore. It was becoming more challenging to think. T’Mara was starting to feel feverish, and even the skimpy clothing she had just been dressed in was feeling increasingly restrictive. Krulo and Dego’s hands roved over her exposed skin, transmitting alien arousal which only fueled the strange euphoria brought upon by all the altering agents she had been exposed to since coming aboard. Her head lolled to the side, exposing her throat and she gasped as the Orion male leaned and began to run his mouth along the long line of her throat.

”Slor Surak…” (Sweet Surak) she sighed as a shiver coursed through her body. It was all too much and not enough all at once. How could the cold Vulcan logic compare to this? The impenetrable mask of indifference she had bolted into place in order to survive was beginning to fracture. A throaty trill reverberated from deep within her throat; it was a sound she had never made before. More. She wanted more! This was a dark fantasy come to life and T’Mara was completely committed to the present. Who knew if anything like this would ever present itself again, and besides, she was safe. What could go wrong?

Dego moved his hands up along T'Mara's back and over her neck, he'd covered them in a warming massage oil and started to slowly and methodically rub the oil into her neck muscles. He was trying to get her to relax and enjoy this as much as possible. She had a few tension points he'd found and he paid special attention to them.

Krulo offered T'Mara another morsal of the food, happy that she was enjoying the moment. He glanced over at Rushgili, who simply gave him a nod, and he turned back to the Vulcan. He leaned in and softly kissed her lips, surprised at how much he enjoyed how it tasted. He moved his hands along her thighs as their lips met.

Rushgili smirked as she watched the scene in front of her, her husband was kneeling next to her and offering her food of her own. She pushed his hand aside and pulled him down into a kiss of her own. She was enjoying the scene completely, the warmth and excitement growing over her entire form.

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With so many hands upon her flesh, T'Mara's mind was bombarded with fragmented thoughts and alien desires that only served as fuel for her own. For someone who had lived her whole life suppressing her instincts and innate emotional states, this was like experiencing a first time high. She moaned into the Bajoran's mouth, and with trembling hands reached out and forcefully drew him closer so she could begin to devour him in a 'mouth kiss.' T'Mara really needed to thank Dashku for her instructions on this particular subject. Although utterly unhygienic, kissing was such an erotic rush.

Dego's oil-slicked hands meanwhile left burning trails behind as the properties of the oil began to make itself known. His hands expertly undid the clasp that held the skimpy top in place, and he cupped her small breasts, smearing more of the massage oil on the sensitive skin before rolling her erect nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, and T'Mara ended the kiss in a sudden gasp which morphed into a hungry sound.

Krulo, meanwhile, ran his fingers up her thighs to the ties that held bottoms of her outfit in place and idly began to pull at the ties, first one side and then the other, and the small swath of fabric fell away. "Well, isn't that just lovely..." He all but purred as he saw the Vulcan woman's body in all her naked glory. Her lean body glistened with a generous coating of arousal oil, supplied by Dego. "Oh man, she's going to go wild with how much you've slathered her in. Here, let me help." He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, wrapped her arms in his, and in doing so forced her chest forward like an offering.

"Why thank you Krulo...very thoughtful to unwrap her." Dego replied with a laugh while used his hands to continue slathering the oil over her exposed skin. T'Mara meanwhile, all but writhed, trapped between the two males as her senses were consumed from the aphrodisiacs and pheromones coating the air. "Oh mistress, I can only thank you for this opportunity!" The large Orion male commented, amazed at how receptive the Vulcan female was. "I Didn't think these logic-lovers would be anything else but stiff as a board in bed."

Krulo laughed at Dego’s enthusiasm. "I've only seen it once. They usually don't respond to this stuff...something about their bonds makes them immune...she must not have anyone. This...this is a once-in-a-lifetime gift!"

Hands and mouths were everywhere on her fevered skin, and T'Mara listened to their random comments but couldn’t find the words to engage in any response. All that seemed to come readily from her mouth were inarticulate sounds as something significant began to build inside of her.

She vaguely heard the tinkling laughter of her Orion host, Rushgili, before her body’s reaction overrode any higher functioning. She threw her head backwards, screwing her eyes shut as her normally neutral expression shifted to a rapturous visage as overwhelming pleasure coursed through her body in waves. Never had T’Mara experienced anything like this…logic be damned, she wanted to do it again…


(Time Skip)

It was the pounding in her head that slowly brought awareness to T’Mara’s mind. She groaned softly as she pushed herself up to sitting and gazed about…her quarters? Confusion. She had been on the Orion vessel…how? Looking about her room, T'Mara saw a bundle of packages on the low table in the corner she usually used for meditations...her purchases, she surmised. She then noticed her clothing strewn about the floor along with a shimmery golden fabric…the outfit she had worn before…before she had given into everything offered.

T’Mara looked down at herself, realizing she had gone to sleep with no clothing at all on, except…it appeared she had been gifted some sort of ornamentation for her chest? She slowly reached up to pull off the glittering adornment but was rewarded with a lance of pain that made her involuntarily hiss. She looked closer and saw the ornamentation wasn’t superficial at all but was pierced through her with a bar that inserted into a U of gold that was adorned with colorless stones and a small disc that held an Orion symbol on it that glittered with refracted light. Her dexterous fingers attempted to find a method to remove the piercings, but the items did not have any obvious method for removal. Delightful. A heavy sigh escaped her…actions had consequences. This minor problem would keep for the moment…

That was when she noticed a small scrap of parchment that laid neatly folded on her bedding. She reached out and tore open the seal to read the beautiful scrawling lettering in standard. It was from Rushgili…
It discussed a number of things, but her last line felt…inevitable.

“See you again, soon. You promised, after all.”

[END]

 

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