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The Whore and the Captain 2 (TNG)
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The Whore and the Captain: Part 2
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His body tensed up as if in resistance; the swiftness
of her move causing him to involuntary try to push her off.
But Miryam was a professional and she had no intention of
letting him get away. As much as she enjoyed her customers,
she had rarely been as aroused as she was at that moment.
Picard was a very appealing man, and in comparison to what
Miryam was accustomed to, he was an Adonis.
Picard had no idea what to do. He was not often in the
position of being attacked by a woman. Given his
strength against hers, he could easily have flung her
across half the room, but something in him surrendered
and the battle was over. Miryam felt his body give
itself over to her and she relaxed her grip on him. She
was the victor and he was the booty. Staying on top of
him, she slowly worked her mouth down his clothed body, kissing
and caressing every inch between his lips and his swelling
penis. She wanted this first time to be for him alone; she
wanted to make him moan and scream in pleasure.
She removed the tricorder from the sash and placed
it close by so it would still function. Then, untying the belt,
she hungrily reached down his pants.
"Oh Picard, You are a man among men."
She tried to get the pants off, or at least pushed all the way
down, but something about their construction baffled her.
Eventually she was able to get them down just far enough
to free up the object of her lust. His penis was only half-erect
and Miryam pushed back the foreskin that was partially covering
the tip. After all these years in Rome, she still had difficulty
facing an uncircumcised man. But circumcised or not, they all
were the same when saluting. Putting her lips over the first inch,
she pressed her tongue against the slit. In less than a minute
she had results; Picard's cock growing in length and thickness in
her mouth.
He was in a stupor; letting it all happen; wanting it to
happen. She had excited him beyond the point where he could
stop. The only sounds out of his mouth were soft moans. Miryam
let up her sucking for a moment to gaze on what she had
accomplished. Here was a magnificent shaft on a magnificent
man. She had to fight hard to keep herself from mounting it.
While she was momentarily preoccupied Picard attempted to flip
her over and thrust himself inside, but she forced him back down,
pressing his shoulders towards the floor.
"No, this time you do nothing. Let me pleasure you."
As soon as she was sure he was going to stay still she grabbed
hold of his penis with her left hand and returned it to her
mouth. Her right hand she put back down his pants to caress his
testicles. He had never been worked on by anyone so expert,
and the arousal was too intense to last long. In just a few
minutes he was spurting hot cum deep into her throat.
After the last drop was released, she moved up to kiss his lips
so he could taste his own fluids on her. She had conquered him.
**********
It was late morning the next day when Otho woke his master.
Picard got dressed and then told Otho he preferred to just wander
around by himself.
He was lazily observing the various items and aspects of the house
when he was heard what sounded to him like Miryam moaning.
No one else seemed the least bit concerned, and although he knew
better, Picard peeked into the room where the noise was coming
from.
What he saw, what he really didn't want to see, was Miryam with a
customer. He was a elderly man who was having a great deal of
difficulty maneuvering around her body. She was doing her best to
help him and ultimately the act was consummated. She nodded to
the man, he handed her two gold coins, and left happy. Miryam set
aside one coin for Matrilla and put one into her private hidden
box. She turned and saw Picard.
Furious at him for watching, she ran up and slapped his face.
"Why are you spying on me? Didn't you ever learn manners?"
Picard knew her anger came more from humiliation than from
anything else. He was embarrassed at being caught. He was also
feeling new emotions - jealousy and disgust at what he had seen.
He wished somehow to free her from this life.
"Miryam, I'm sorry. I don't..."
She interrupted him, "What do you think I'm doing here? Do you
think this is a game? This is how I make a living. This is how I
bought my freedom. And this is how I will earn my escape. So
spare me any pity, please. I have a better plan for my life."
He was acting so dejected, she softened up and gave him an
affectionate caress. After the ridiculous wrestling match with
that last pathetic customer, she was in the mood for some good
sex.
"Come with me. Matrilla has a really nice bath. I?ll clean Gaius
the baker off me, and then I'll treat you to a soothing rub."
The bath was extremely elegant and seemed to Picard out of place
and out of character for the dwelling. There was a dressing room,
separate saunas for damp and dry heat, and warm and cold tubs.
The whole bath was heated by flues that channeled hot air through
the walls and under the floors. Matrilla had spared no expense.
Miryam saw that Otho had followed and signaled him to leave,
indicating that she would take care of his master herself. She
led Picard to the dressing room and took off his clothes.
"Leave your translator here. No one will touch it. You won't
need it anyway to understand what I'll be saying." She smiled
wickedly at him and, for the first time, he felt himself blush.
Without a bit of modesty she undressed herself as well and then
led him to the warm pool.
They were alone in the water. He began to unwind immediately,
soothed by the warmth. Miryam had a sponge which she used first on
herself to remove all traces of her last customer. She then began
to wash Picard. She cleaned every inch of him with the sponge and
then put it aside. He was so relaxed he was almost asleep.
Miryam turned her attention back to his body which she began to
massage with her hands, gently unkinking his neck and shoulders
and rubbing his arms and chest with enough pressure to get his
attention. Picard was waking up, noticing the heat not only from
the water, but from Miryam's own body. She had moved her rubbing
down to his penis and testicles while she wrapped one arm and one
leg around him. The water gave a certain buoyancy to their bodies
so she was able to easily press hard against him. She was very
aroused and was working on getting him to respond to her needs.
No words were exchanged between them as she leaned forward to kiss
him hard, still holding fast to his organs. The combination of
her ardor and her manipulation caused Picard's erection to swell
fully.
Still buoyed up by the water, she pressed up against his
hard penis, forcing it inside her.
"Oh yes," she thought, "this is what I have been waiting for
since the moment I first saw you. This is what I hungered
for. Fuck me, Picard. Fuck me hard."
The words were unspoken but the meaning was clear. He
floated her around so her back was against the side of the
pool and he began thrusting. The moans and cries of
pleasure from them both required no translation. He knew
what she wanted; he pushed in and out hard, continually,
without stopping, until she came convulsively. When he knew
she was finished it took only one more ejaculatory thrust
for him to join her.
**********
Later that afternoon Picard saw Miryam putting on a cape, as if
about to leave. He walked over to where she stood, hoping for an
invitation but not wanting to ask. He was about to go nuts from
being cooped up in that house.
She saw straight into his soul from the expression on his face.
Maybe I should bring you with me today. You can?t stay locked in
Matrilla's house forever." She let out a little giggle, "and I
think Otho is getting sick of your face."
He smiled back at her, "You?re right. I do need to get out - to
walk around and try to remember." And to find the wormhole, he
reminded himself.
She gave him a cloak to cover the comm badge and the tricorder
and took him by the hand out through a side door. Picard was
instantly astounded. Besides the fact that he had not been in
actual daylight for so long, the sight of Rome was captivating.
As they walked along the narrow streets, he remarked to himself
how much it resembled pictures he had seen of the old cities of
Sicily and Naples. Picard forgot entirely about searching for
the wormhole and became engrossed in merely looking around,
marveling at everything. He listened to the strange sounds of
an ancient city, saw people in ancient attire, speaking the
many languages of a cosmopolitan area. They walked for quite
some distance - through narrow alleys lined with two and three
story buildings - to large open courtyards and markets. He was
transfixed.
At one point, Miryam nudged him with her elbow.
"Picard. You are staring like a stupid tourist. Is all of this
so unfamiliar to you?"
"Well, yes, actually I don?t remember anything of this part of
the city. Am I that conspicuous," he asked.
"You look like an imbecile," she replied, imitating his
expression, "If you?re not careful, your eyes will stay
permanently bugged out and your neck will crack."
At that moment an unkempt man stumbled out of a local shop and
noticed the couple. He was quite drunk and walked towards them
muttering to himself. Miryam was suddenly nervous, almost
ashamed; Picard guessed this was one of her customers, but
wasn?t sure what he should do.
"Hey, Miryam, how about a free one?" the man shouted. He
lifted his short toga and flapped his penis at her.
Miryam shouted back at him, "go home Septimus, you?ve had too
much wine!" She turned away red-faced. Because of her new
feelings for Picard, she found it difficult to have him see
this ugly part of her life.
"Come on Miryam, let me have a quickie."
The man walked closer, still holding his ugly shriveled cock.
Miryam sought refuge behind Picard. Ordinarily when things
like this happened, she would just run.
Septimus made the mistake of taking one step too close. Picard
grabbed him by the toga and threw him to the ground. The
wretch was in no condition to fight back and lay there staring
up at his attacker.
"If you ever speak that way to this lady again," Picard said to
him menacingly, "I will personally slit your filthy throat."
He put his arm around Miryam and walked her quickly away.
She was impressed and grateful. Chivalry was not a common
practice in Rome that year. She stopped their walk long enough
for a hug, a quick "thank you," and the promise of a longer
thank-you later.
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After traveling a little further they arrived in front of a
small villa in a quiet, more secluded part of the city.
"Here we are," she said with obvious pride, "this is my house."
Picard had not expected this. "You have a house? I mean, it?s
lovely, but I thought you lived at Matrilla's house."
"Oh Jupiter, No!" she said emphatically. "I could never live in
that slimepit. I need a safe haven for myself. Men have been
generous to me and this is my reward. Come inside."
Her house was bright and cheery. The floor was decorated with
tile mosaics and the walls were colorfully painted. She
brought him to the center court and spread out a rug next to
the rain pool, placing out some napkins and cups.
"Sit here and relax," she said, "I'll be your harem girl and
bring some food. Let's see how you look as a desert chief." She
tried to wrap one of the napkins around his head like a turban
but gave up when he kept teasing her, reaching behind for her
buttocks.
"Forget it, your head looks better uncovered. I'll be right
back."
While she was gone, Picard thought about his situation. He had
been so distracted by Miryam that he had done nothing about
investigating a way back to his own time. He wondered if,
perhaps, he was avoiding getting back too quickly. Anyway, he
reasoned, the Enterprise crew was certainly hard at work trying
to find him with every bit of modern technology at their
disposal - maybe he should just do what Miryam suggested -
relax.
He had not behaved like this in a long time; not since he was a
young cadet at Starfleet Academy. He felt licentious and
driven by sex. It was wonderful. And the beauty of the
situation was that there was no Starfleet, no Enterprise, no
one to watch over his shoulder as he allowed himself to give in
to his most profligate desires. And right now what he desired
most was Miryam.
Miryam returned about a half hour later, balancing a large
round platter in one hand and a smaller plate in the other.
She placed the dishes down in front of him and joined him on
the rug.
"Sorry that took so long. Did you miss me?" Before he could
answer she gave him a hard kiss and squeezed his genitals, but
quickly released him.
Picard stared at the dishes and laughed. The large plate
contained a round flatbread with toppings, but the smaller one
held a cake in the shape of a cock and balls.
"Miryam, this is a interesting course selection. Where did the
cake come from?"
"Gaius the baker, my favorite customer, she said twisting up
her lips in a expression of disgust. "I've been helping him out
with his sexual problems and I suppose he thought I would enjoy
this little gift. Next time he shows up at Matrilla's I'm
going to send Otho in my place." She giggled and waved the
cake in front of Picard's face. "Want a bite?"
"I'll pass. What's on the large plate? That seems more
appetizing."
"Ah," she said enthusiastically, "this is a special treat from
Judea that has become popular in Rome. The matzo is a large
round unleavened bread. We spread olive oil on it and then
bake it with cheese and spices. It is delicious."
Picard, teasing her, said, "add a little sausage and you would
have a really nice pizza."
Not knowing what a pizza was (it didn't translate), she
grimaced at him with mock disdain, "Sausage over the cheese?
maybe in Rome, but never in Judea. Besides we don't eat pork.
Don't you know that the Romans call my country The Land Where
Pigs Grow Old? But such a suggestion is what I would expect
from an uncircumcised mound of stinking camel shit like you."
Picard was laughing so hard he almost choked. Miryam, still
toying with him, stood up and folded her hands in pretend
indignation. Picard tugged on the bottom of her dress, trying
to get her back. He wasn't interested anymore in pizza or
sausage; he wanted to make love to her. Grabbing her by the
waist, he pulled her to him on the floor and put his hand up
under her garment. She playfully pushed him away but he was
insistent, Besides he knew Miryam was not seriously trying to
avoid sex because her juices were already flowing. He intended
to take her right there on the carpet.
Managing to get her down on the rug, he got on top of her,
pressing his aching, rock-hard penis between her legs and
kissing her forcefully. Miryam was beside herself with lust
and spread her legs open for him. Her urgency was powerful and
she moaned loudly as he entered her, "Yes, yes, oh, Picard,
yes, please..."
But he was overwhelmed by his own passion and came almost as
soon as he thrust in.
Realizing what had happened but too excited to just stop,
Miryam put her hands on his head and pushed him down to her
throbbing clitoris, praying he would know what to do. He did
not disappoint her. Working his tongue furiously, he sucked in
her juices mixed with his own semen. It took only a few
minutes for her to have an explosive orgasm. Picard embraced
her tightly and they stayed quietly together as he eventually
fell into a light sleep.
******
In his dream Picard was back on the Enterprise bridge, sitting
in his chair naked with a raging hard-on. Dr. Crusher was
sitting next to him wearing nothing but her blue lab coat. The
crew moved through their duties in surrealistic slow-motion.
"Beverly, I want to fuck you."
"Oh god, Jean-Luc, what took you so long. Let me suck on you."
The dream doctor knelt in front of the dream Captain and moved
her mouth over his penis until he ejaculated.
The orgasm woke Picard up. It was not Beverly Crusher but
Miryam sucking on him as he slept. After draining him
completely she curled her body back around his, saying nothing.
It had been an interlude of mindless passion, precipitated by
nothing. Picard caressed Miryam but he was disturbed by the
meaning of his dream. Why had he never fucked Beverly. Not
that he hadn't wanted to, or that she was reluctant. They had
feelings for each other. What was he waiting for? If he ever
got back to the Enterprise, some things would be very
different. He stayed awake for a long time while Miryam rested
again in his arms.
--- end Part 2 ---
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