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Wesley's Sex Counseling - ST:TNG takeoff
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
DISCLAIMER: This story is a parody, using characters owned by
Paramount. It is meant for entertainment purposes and not to
be published for profit on any medium. The author grants permission
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Sexual Counseling for Wesley - copyright 1992 Pencildragon
"Yes Wesley, this is not an unusual feeling for a person your age.
In fact, I remember Geordi asked me to assist in something similar,
except he wasn't wearing his visor...but that's another story." Troi
licked her lips and squirmed with erotic anticipation. She loved
sensing the emotions of young men; they were so uncluttered by moral
limitations. "Wesley. Meet me in the Holodeck in 30 minute. Counselor
Troi out."
Troi turned off her vid screen, had the main computer cancel the rest
of her appointments for the day, and started looking through her
'special' wardrobe.
"Computer?"
"working"
"Run holodeck program "de Sade".
"working. set program parameters."
"Well, Wesley is a health boy, and should be able to take level
12 without any permanent damage, but since this is his first time
we'll start him out at level 5."
"working. bedroom or dungeon."
"Dungeon. It should stimulate his sense of excitement and danger.
Oh yes, and override any commands by Ensign Crusher until the program
is terminated."
"program parameters set. you may enter the holodeck when ready."
Troi slinked in, removing her outer robe to reveal a tight leather
bodice, which forced her already ample bosom up in such a way as
to nearly poke the eyes out of certain ensign should he stare too
much; a leather garter belt designed to emphasize her generous
rear; and stilleto heeled shoes and fishnet stockings which completed
the classic human image of a dominatrix - all of it black, of course.
Her hair was pulled back severely into a topknot to hang down behind
her now exaggerated wasp-waisted form.
She examined her surroundings. The images were perfect. The
classic torture chamber filled with Troi's favorite toys. She
smiled as she sensed the confused adolescent emotions of the young
ensign coming nearer.
In walked Welsey, young, strong, innocent Welsey, seething with
those hormones that rule the emotions of teenagers. She could feel
the passion and lust rise in him as he saw her. Troi drank in those
feelings and savored them, as she did with her evening hot chocolate.
"Take your clothes off, Wesley." she said with a casual practiced
grace.
"Sure thing, Counselor Troi!" said Wesley, now sweating from the
arousal he was experiencing.
"For the purposes of this session, you will address me as Mistress
Troi. And try to be more formal, or I'll have to punish you"
"Y-yes, Mistress Troi." He began to strip.
'Wesley reigned in his over-enthusiasm well. This could be
interesting.' Thought Troi. Viewing her now naked patient with
an experienced appraising eye. 'hmm. About average build and
endowment, but I want him for his emotions not his body.'
"Well done, Wesley. Now come over here, on you hands and knees,
and lick me to orgasm"
"Yes, Mistress Troi."
And with that, Wesley crawled obediently across the holo-dungeon
floor and up to his mistress, and plunged his face in her framed
genitals, and began to lick. Troi frowned with disappointment. Did
all human teenagers lack imagination enough not to go charging
immediately for the clitoris? Ah well, he would learn, oh would
he learn.
Instead of trying to derive pleasure from his meager and untrained
physical efforts, Troi concentrated on his raw lust, orgasming rather
quickly from his unbridled passions.
"That's enough, Wesley." she reach to the table of implements
behind her, and grabbed a metal collar and lead, which she snapped on
Wesley's neck. She pulled him up by it, then wrapped herself around
him, kissed him with a passion likely to make his head explode,
while dragging her nails down his back.
'Ahh, he wants to be restrained' she thought, then led him to a
rack. She placed him in the manacles, and stretched him out to
to clicks short of causing real pain. Wesley was to be enjoying
his confinement, as she dragged her nails down his helpless form,
leaving light pink lines on his chest and abdomen, but stopped
short of his throbbing manhood. Now the real fun would begin.
"Commander Riker to Counselor Troi"
"Counselor Troi here, what is it Will?"
"Counselor Troi, your needed on the bridge."
"Will, I'm with a patient"
"I'm afraid they'll have to wait. Captain Picard is giving
speeches to alien races again. I believe he thinks he's that
20th Century Shakespearian actor, Patrick Stewart again."
"I'll be right there, Counselor Troi, out. Computer have the
replicator create a an appropriate pair of panties for this outfit."
"working"
"Sorry Wesley but we'll have to work this out at another time."
"But what will I do for now?"
She slipped on her new leather panties and thought for a moment.
"Counselor Troi to Lt. Worf."
"Worf here."
"Lieutenant, can you come to the holodeck? I have an assignment
for you."
"I will be there presently. I have already stunned the alien
delegation. Worf out."
"There you go, Wesley. Lt. Worf has assisted me with people
like yourself before. His method are a bit more physical than
my own, but I'm sure you can handle it." she said as she excited
the holodeck.
"COUNSELOR TROI!!! WAAAAIIIIIIIIT!!!" Wesley pitiful cries were
cut off by the resounding clunk of the holodeck doors closing, but
Troi relished in his feelings of helplessness and panic.
Troi smiled as she walked to the turbolift. The interruption of
her counseling session might work out for the best. If this
outfit didn't bring the Captain back from the 20th Century, nothing
would.
Hope you enjoyed this sillness
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