wesley, the problem, is partially solved by troi and his mother. VERY ADULT SITUATIONS
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and "dr. who".
the british startrek fan is obviously different. entertaining but
different.
Counselor Deanna Troi asked Dr. Beverly Crusher into her quarters for a
meeting. "Beverly, it's about your son Wesley. He's been using the
holodeck to have sex with simulations of women on the ship, strictly
against Starfleet regulations. He's reprogrammed the holodeck to allow
forbidden situations, and then erase all records of them. I've sensed
what he was doing and I've managed to make holofilms of three of his
exploits without his knowledge."
"I appreciate your concern, Deanna. I'll have a word with him and put a
stop to it."
"You don't understand, Beverly. I've sensed acts of extreme perversion
from Wesley. I know, I've dealt with some very sick people in my time.
He's beyond a simple talking to."
"Deanna, do you realize what you're saying? I respect your expertise on
these matters, but this is my SON."
"Let me show you one of the holofilms." The pair went to the nearest
holodeck.
"I was only able to capture a portion of this one." Troi started the
holofilm. They were in an abandoned building somewhere in New Paris
City, Turkana IV. Wesley had the late Tasha Yar on the ground and was
beating her senseless. When she was fully subdued Wesley flipped her on
her belly, withdrew a knife and cut open her pants at the rear. Wesley
took out his penis and stroked it to erection, then parted Tasha's butt
cheeks and plunged his stiff member into Tasha's butt. Tasha was too
weak even to protest. Wesley was having a grand old time fucking Tasha
up the ass, thrusting in and out, harder and harder, until finally
letting go inside of her. Wesley withdrew his dirty cock and, picking
up Tasha's head by the hair, cleaned his dick with Tasha's mouth,
wiping it dry on her face.
"Deanna, show me the rest." Dr. Crusher needed more than one holofilm
to sway her judgement.
Troi started the next holofilm. Wesley was lying on a towel on a beach
in Hawaii, Earth. He was watching a woman approaching him. She was
wearing a grass skirt, a lei, and nothing else. As she got closer, Dr.
Crusher realized the woman was... Deanna Troi! Dr. Crusher looked at
the real Deanna. Troi simply said "Watch." The simulated Troi arrived
and sat on the towel next to Wesley. Wesley grasped one of her breasts
and said "That's a nice pair of pineapples you've got there." Troi
replied "I hear you've got some sweet sugar cane in here." Troi pulled
down Wesleys trunks and started stroking his growing penis. She bent
forward and took the tip into her lips and sucked, while Wesley grasped
and groped both of her breasts from behind. Troi stopped and said "How
would you like to 'Go Hawaiian'?" Troi layed down on her back while
Wesley sat on her chest, thrusting his penis between Troi's breasts
while Troi held them together. This was the classic "Hawaiian Muscle
Fuck." Troi pulled her head forward and took the thrusting tip into her
open mouth. Without warning, Wesley came, shooting sperm into Troi's
mouth, up her nose and all over her face. Troi gathered sperm in her
hand and licked it clean.
"I'm still not convinced," Dr. Crusher said. "This doesn't make him
beyond redemption."
"I didn't want to show you this." Troi started the third holofilm. "As
I said, Wesley has had sex with EVERY women on the ship."
They were in the living room of a house reminiscent of 1960's United
States, Earth. Wesley was sitting in a chair reading a newspaper. The
doorbell rang. Wesley opened the door, and standing there was Beverly
Crusher, wearing a crimson skirt and jacket with 3/4 sleeves, black
pumps, and white cotton gloves that disappeared into her sleeves. "Avon
Lady" Beverly announced. Wesley let her in. Beverly wanted to show
Wesley some items. "I have something to show YOU" Wesley announced. He
dropped his pants and exposed his penis. "Oooh!" Beverly cooed, "That's
a big one." Beverly extended a gloved hand to grasp Wesley's penis.
Troi paused the holofilm. "You don't need to see the rest."
"No," Dr. Crusher replied, "I want to see it." Troi restarted the
holofilm.
Beverly squeezed the erect member in her gloved hand and started to
stroke it. "Service is my business" Beverly announced, then got on her
knees. Beverly planted her lips to one side of the base of Wesley's
penis and slowly kissed up the length of the shaft, the side of the
head and finally the tip. She repeated this on the other side of the
penis, ending up once again kissing the tip. Beverly ran a white gloved
finger around the ridge of the head, then took the head into her mouth
and started to suck. Beverly paused for a moment, took a breath through
her nose, then plunged her lips down to the base of Wesley's penis.
"Pause" Dr. Crusher ordered, and the scene froze. Dr. Crusher ordered
the computer to create a duplicate of the action just above the
simulated Beverly's head, a 3-dimensional picture-in-picture. She had
this head sectioned down the middle showing the interior of the mouth
and throat, with the other parts blank and Wesley's penis whole. It was
clear that the head of the penis was down Beverly's throat. Dr. Crusher
restarted the holofilm and the two heads worked in unison. Beverly
continued to blow Wesley, occasionally deep throating him as before.
Finally, Beverly pulled out Wesley's penis and stroked it rapidly in
her glove while Wesley held her head back by the hair. Soon Wesley was
blowing his wad all over Beverly's face. Using the tip of Wesley's
penis, Beverly gathered sperm on her lips, then parted them slightly
and blew a cum bubble. When it popped, she blew a new one. Wesley ended
the affair by tossing cash onto Beverly's semen covered face.
"All right, I'm convinced" Dr. Crusher said. "What can we do?"
Counselor Troi laid out a plan and Dr. Crusher agreed.
When Troi and Dr. Crusher presented their evidence, Wesley didn't even
bother to deny it. "It's true, I used the holodeck to have my way
with... every woman on the ship." Wesley glanced sheepishly at his
mother, but there was no change in her demeanor. "I know what I have to
do. I'll withdraw my application to Starfleet Academy immediately."
"Oh no you don't!" Dr. Crusher retorted. "You've disappointed me once,
you never will again." Wesley couldn't comprehend her meaning. "You'll
attend Starfleet Academy," Dr. Crusher continued, "but under MY terms.
With Counselor Troi's help, I'm going to mold you into the perfect
son."
"Up until now," Troi began, "I've used my skills strictly to help
people free their minds. But psychology has another side, one much more
useful in this situation." Troi placed a jewel case on the table.
"We'll have regular therapy sessions to correct your thinking. But
before we can start your mental psychotherapy, we must administer
physiological psychotherapy." Troi responded to Wesley's puzzled look
by indicating to the jewel case. Wesley opened it and blanched. Inside
was a pair of prosthetic testicles. Dr. Crusher nodded solemnly, and
Wesley understood his fate.
Counselor Troi and Dr. Crusher stripped Wesley and put him on the
operating table and turned on the restraining field. Wesley was held
firmly and his vocal chords were paralyzed. He could only move his head
and eyes. Troi and Dr. Crusher left the room, leaving Wesley to ponder
his fate. When they returned Wesley was stunned to see them wearing
skin tight latex body suits, Deanna Troi in black and Dr. Crusher in
red, complete with attached gloves and boots. The suits went up to
their necks with no seams or wrinkles. They must've had them replicated
right onto their bodies, Wesley thought. The shiny, liquid-like
material exagerated their bodily features, especially their protruding
breasts and the inverted "U" shape between their legs. "Why so
shocked?" Dr. Crusher asked. "Latex is the proper material for an
operation." Troi, standing on Wesley's left, took his limp penis in her
latex gloved hands and started to massage it. Dr. Crusher stood on
Wesley's right. She fired up a laser scalpel and opened up Wesley's
scrotum. Wesley was relieved: at least this was going to be painless.
While Dr. Crusher washed his exposed testicles, Wesley started to
respond to Troi's manipulations. Troi applied lubricant to both gloved
hands and started jerking him off in earnest. She varied her technique,
switching from firm stroking to twisting the head and back again.
Meanwhile Dr. Crusher slipped Wesley's testicles into a small device
designed to both snip the cords and attach the prostheses. Dr. Crusher
carefully adjusted the false testicles to attach at the same length as
the real ones. Then she lubricated her glove and started gently
fondling Wesley's balls.
The sight of these female bodies encased in latex and their expert
manipulations were too much for Wesley. Troi sensed this and picked up
the pace, bending over so her ample breasts hung over his penis,
teasing the tip with her latex covered nipples, while jacking him
violently. Dr. Crusher stood ready, grasping Wesleys testicles in one
glove and holding the device in the other. Just as Troi brought Wesley
to orgasm Dr. Crusher triggered the device. There was a loud snap
between Wesley's legs like a mouse trap, and along with an intense
orgasm was pain like twin lightning bolts shooting down both legs as
the cords were crushed and severed. Sperm shot out of his penis like a
garden hose, splattering between Troi's latex covered breasts.
Wesley, in his own world of pain, was hardly aware of Dr. Crusher
closing his scrotum and Troi cleaning her chest. When he had recovered,
he was aware of Troi and Dr. Crusher each holding a testicle by the
dissevered cord in a gloved hand. "You know, Wesley, it's not too late"
Dr. Crusher said. "I can still reattach these." Hope filled Wesley's
eyes. At that moment, Troi and Dr. Crusher glanced at each other,
tipped their heads back, dropped Wesley's testicles into their mouths
and swallowed.
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