Conquest

Result of the February Poll.

After stealing The Enterprise's secrets from Hoshi Sato, the Lapuzia set their sights on T'pol. With everything they need already acquired, all that's left for the Lapuzia to do is enjoy their prey...

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There were few delights as sweet as a Vulcan woman’s scream.

The Lapuzia Captain sighed with satisfaction, biting her lip as T’pol trembled and panted like a bitch in her lap. She tugged on the Vulcan beauty’s nipple and made her plump tits wobble and bounce. Her tongue slithered over T’pol’s blushing cheek, tasting her skin and sweat, before coiling around the tip of her pointed ear. Her free hand, the one not pinching a rosy Vulcan nipple, spread the woman’s pussy wide so her two subordinates could easily invade the green-blushing hole with their hungry tongues.

The group were sat on T’pol’s bed, the Captain lounging imperiously against the wall whilst the room’s owner whimpered and drooled in her grasp. Each of the Lapuzia Lieutenants who had accompanied her aboard The Enterprise were kneeling, their heads tight against one another, their mouths kissing and sucking and driving their prehensile tongues deep into their Vulcan victim’s babymaker. In the corner Hoshi Sato sat and smiled to herself, oblivious to everything that was going on around her, buck naked and slathered in Lapuzi spit.

Just a short while before, all five women had enjoyed a dinner courtesy of Captain Archer, but no sooner had the guests retired, the Lapuzia captain had once again acquainted poor Hoshi with her mind-killing tongue.

The first kiss The Captain had shared with Hoshi had introduced a controlling submissive lust into the young human, to make her all the more easy to manipulate and mine for secrets. The second session of tongue-rape had overwhelmed Hoshi entirely, opening her mind and shattering any defences she might have had to prevent any old psychic from coiling her thoughts around their little finger and making her a dumb, docile plaything. The third taste had erased her entirely, The Captain was still debating whether she should even bother restoring Hoshi’s identity, or just leave her as a mindless, obedient sex-slave when she’d had her fun. She’d be happier that way, but The Captain doubted The Enterprise would care about that.

Regardless, there were far more exciting thigs to pay attention to at the moment, such as adding her own tongue to the ones invading T’pol’s body.

The Captain had been aching to taste T’pol ever since coming aboard The Enterprise. She loved Vulcan women, and a gorgeous Vulcan bitch snug in a slutty little suit, acting so cold and emotionless even as she wiggled around the Enterprise with her udders jutting out a foot in front of her and a dumptruck ass that barely fit into any seat aboard the ship, was irresistible.

Making a woman melt inside and out was what The Captain lived for, but doing it to a Vulcan was a rare treat she had refused to ignore. She’d lashed Hoshi with her tongue as soon as they were out of sight and devoured everything the human cutie knew about T’pol. Moments later she and her lieutenants had arrived outside the subcommander’s cabin, and sweet Hoshi had unlocked it for them.

T’pol had been confused, not that she showed it, as her crewmate came into her supposedly locked room without announcing herself or asking for permission. Seeing Hoshi in the state The Captain had left her in, a drooling, smiling, brainless mess, her uniform hanging open, her flawless skin slathered in Lapuzi spit and vivid blue lipstick, had stunned her long enough to seal her fate.

The Captain’s lieutenants had tackled her onto her bed in an instant, tongues whipping against her, hungry for any opening to violate and neutralise their prey. T’pol had fought valiantly, but a simple gasp of surprise had doomed her. No sooner had her lips parted, two thick wet tongues dived inside her, conquering her mouth and establishing a link that had soon made the thrashing Vulcan relax whether she wanted to or not.

As her lieutenants had shredded T’pol’s skin-tight suit and began coiling their tongues around her heaving breasts, The Captain had smiled and slipped out of her own suit. T’pol’s eyes had been wide open with silent horror, rage, and fear, but she could no more resist The Captain’s kiss than she could ignore the boiling heat building between her thighs.

Poor T’pol. So unused to arousal, to the cravings The Captain had drawn out of her tightly-controlled mind. Aside from their once-in seven-years Pon Farr breeding frenzy, Vulcan’s kept their urges locked up, which was why breaking those locks was The Captain’s favourite thing. An ordinary Vulcan was cold, efficient, painfully logical, a Vulcan in heat was like a wild animal concerned only with getting fucked.

Before their lips had even met T’pol was trembling, eyes dilated and cheeks flushed green. Her hefty tits had rose and swelled with her panting breaths, shoving up into the hungry Lapuzi mouths playing with them. Her thighs had squeezed tight against one another, her toes curling, the crotch of her ruined suit dark and wet.

The Captain had lowered herself down slowly, eyes never leaving T’pol’s, smiling as the Vulcan whined and opened her mouth, tongue extending ever so slightly, desperate to meet The Captain’s own.

“Say please…” The Captain had cooed, just out of reach.

“P… please…”

It was a pitiful noise, and the Captain was a cruel enough woman to have wanted to hear more.

Just millimetres from T’pol’s lips, so close she had felt the heat of her prey’s breath on her tongue, she had straightened up and sighed, patting her Lieutenants on their backs and drawing them away from the Vulcan’s desperate body too. Well trained by their captain and lover, each Lapuzia had immediately abandoned their Vulcan victim and began to attend to their commanding officer, one nuzzling her plump yellow tit, the other slithering her tongue along the curve of her hood.

“Puh… please!” T’pol had sobbed, too weak to move, “Please… please!”

“You’ll have to earn it, sweet.” The Captain remembered teasing her, “Like lovely Hoshi.”

At the mention of her name, Hoshi’s daydreaming smile had widened and she instantly answered her master’s call, stumbling to The Captain and joining the Lieutenants in worshipping her body. T’pol had stared desperately as Hoshi wrapped her lips around The Captain’s nipple and began to suck, her silky hair being sifted between long yellow fingers, rewarding her for her mindless obedience. That look of longing need was everything The Captain liked to see from her pets.

She’d enjoyed the attention for a few moments, then settled herself on T’pol’s heaving chest, her glistening womanhood just waiting for a hungry Vulcan tongue to be complete. “The only way you’ll earn your satisfaction is to please me.” she’d purred, “So eat my pussy like a good Vulcan slut, it’s only logical.”

T’pol hadn’t needed convincing, diving forwards and passionately kissing The Captain’s cunt. She’d heard the laughter of the women who had invaded her cabin, felt her cheeks burning with shame, known in the back of her brain that she was being used, abused… but she hadn’t cared, not when obedience felt so good.

With her mind slaved her strength returned. T’pol’s hands had rose up to grab The Captain’s thighs, clutching her tight against her face as her lips kissed and sucked at her new mistress’ pussy. Her tongue had pushed, probed, wriggled and lapped at The Captain’s sweet pink insides, filling her mouth with her flavour and only making her more desperate to please.

T’pol’s own tongue and nose were far more sensitive than a human’s, even if they couldn’t match a Lapuzia’s, and it hadn’t taken long for her senses to melt under the assault. The stink of her, Hoshi, and the Lapuzia’s arousal had drowned her. The flavour of The Captain’s cunt overpowered every tastebud, and she realised that the taste would linger on her tongue for days once The Captain was finished with her.

She hadn’t cared one bit, not if it meant pleasing The Captain, not if it meant that she could earn the vicious fucking her poor body was screaming out for. She was young for a Vulcan, only one Pon-Farr under her belt, and her body had been simply unprepared for the kind of pleasure and need The Captain altered her brain to crave.

Her eyes had glazed over, she’d devoured Lapuzi pussy with obsessive focus, worshipping The Captain like a goddess. Her thighs had spread wide, her hips had bucked, her needy neglected pussy had become a sopping, sticky mess between her legs. Her mind, under a thick fog of lust and imposed stupidity, had begun to dream of a life away from the Enterprise, away from humans, away from the high command. A life where she could just obey her Captain and know that she would be loved and cared for no matter what. No logic, no ego, no judgment… no thought. Just obedience and love.

That was the state she now lived in, after hours of merciless pleasure from The Captain and her Lieutenants.

T’pol was naked and helpless in their grasp, her buxom body dripping with sweat, spit, and psychoactive lipstick. Her nipples ached for Lapuzi teeth. Her pussy throbbed for Lapuzi tongue. Her ruined mind cried out for the domineering touch of The Captain’s conquering thoughts.

“Spirits.” The Captain laughed as T’pol spasmed in her lap, cumming yet again. “What a good greenblood you are, cumming your puny mind to pieces for your mistress.”

“Yuh… yes… mistress.” T’pol drooled, nodding her head as The Captain licked a tear from her eye. “Good… Cum… only… logical.”

“You can barely speak anymore… barely think.” The Captain teased, tasting T’pol’s skin, flicking her tongue over the Vulcan woman’s lips, her cheek, her pointed ear. “Isn’t this so much better than your life before?”

“Yes… mistress.” T’pol sobbed, eyes rolling back as The Captain’s long, long tongue slithered into her mouth and coiled around her own wriggling pink muscle. She quaked and drooled, helpless to resist, as her poor Vulcan pussy was devoured and her mouth was conquered.

The Captain only had to curl a finger, and suddenly Hoshi was straddling T’pol too, hands sinking into her hefty breasts, her quick tongue wrestling with the Vulcan’s. Each of The Captain’s lieutenants took a slathering pussy and made it their own, feasting on their victim’s arousal like a four-course meal, whilst their commanding officer made the final finishing touches to her prey’s addled minds.

By the time Hoshi and T’pol sank to their knees before The Captain it was morning, and neither fuck-drunk slut could remember a time before they had been loving servants for their Lapuzia queen. They clutched at her legs, vying for space at her womanhood to tongue her yellow pussy, hands busy between their own legs to try and fill the void left once the Lapuzia had pulled free.

“Would that I could conquer every last woman on this silly little starship.” The Captain sighed, biting her lip as T’pol pressed flush against her cunt and sank every inch of her Vulcan tongue inside her. “If they all made as good slaves as you, my crew would never complain again.”

T’pol could only gurgle with longing agreement, picturing an orgy of horny human bodies wet with Lapuzi spit, tangled in an eternally fucking mess at her mistress’ heel.

“Such is life, I suppose.” The Captain groaned, grabbing T’pol by her hair and tugging her away from her cunt. The Vulcan whined, tongue still extended, but she made no move to resist as she was pushed back onto her knees beside Hoshi.

“Listen, slaves, hear my words in your ears and know them in your minds.” The Captain smiled, regaining her composure and snapping her fingers to her Lieutenants, who began to dress her as she continued. “My word is law, my touch is bliss, my love is all you crave.

“Y… your word is law, your touch is… is bliss… your love is all we crave.” T’pol and Hoshi moaned shamelessly, a chorus of submission.

“You will forget what we have done together, you will remember only that you were honoured to meet me, and that the Lapuzia are a strong and mighty race deserving your respect.” The captain said softly, toying her fingers through the pair’s dark hair as she spoke. “But you will never forget how you feel in this moment, you will always ache for the pleasure only I can provide you. You will not know why, or even what you crave, but for the rest of your lives you will know deep in your hearts that you are mine.”

“Yours.” T’pol nodded.

“Forever.” Hoshi agreed.

“Once a day, every day, you’ll remember your purpose.” The Captain purred, caressing her drooling thralls’ pretty faces and driving them both into heat until they were practically vibrating with need under her palms. “You will find one another, and you will fuck until you cannot bear to anymore, and then you will provide the footage to me.”

“Yes mistress…” Hoshi and T’pol panted in unison. “Fuck… make p… porn… every day… all the time!”

“And as soon as you can do so without raising suspicion, you will resign from your duties.” The Captain added. “You may contact me then, and I will collect you to join the great harem. You’ll enjoy that, won’t you?”

“Yes mistress!” T’pol nodded eagerly, “Fuck… fuck and cum and suck and breed over and over and over again!” she spread her thighs and began masturbating desperately, panting like a bitch in heat as her hot Vulcan cunny began sloppily dribbling her arousal onto the carpet yet again. Her heaving tits wobbled as she furiously fisted herself, and the Captain couldn’t help but be entranced by those lipstick-marked udders jiggling.

Hoshi giggled too and bounced on her knees, her pert little tits bouncing not quite so impressively as she stared adoringly up at her owner. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes, fuck for mistress, make porn for mistress, live for mistress forever and ever!”

The captain smiled and nodded to her lieutenants, who took one last holoimage of the subjugated pair of space explorers, before leaving the cabin. She hesitated for a moment before following them, admiring the mess she’d made of the poor women and calling out.

“Fuck until you pass out, slaves… and then do clean up your mess.”

The sounds of delighted squealing and sloppy sex immediately serenaded her as she stepped out into the Enterprise corridor, until the door slid shut on T’pol and Hoshi, the two newest additions to the great Lapuzi slave-harem.