Startrek - Ganymede : Episode 3, part 1

The third self-contained episode, in two parts, of a monthly series describing the voyages of the starship ‘Ganymede’.

By Pueros & Erik

Episode 3 – Enemies

Part 1

(Stardate 51002.5)

The fierce Viking warriors had cornered the pair of beautiful Saxon boys near the cliff’s edge and there was nowhere else for the 14 year-olds to go other than jump off onto the wave-lapped rocks far below.

“Please don’t kill us,” one of the terrified boys begged of the dreaded enemy invaders from across the sea. “We won’t if you surrender,” announced the older Viking. “We do, we do!” the two young Saxons declared in unison. “Then,” replied the younger Viking, actually only 13 years old, although it was difficult to tell under his horned helmet and warrior attire, “prove it by shedding your clothes. We’ve already pillaged. Now it’s time we raped!” Fearing for their lives, the 14 year-olds reluctantly complied, to be quickly followed into nudity, albeit still armed, by their two eager captors.

Shortly afterwards, two ardent Viking erections, of disproportionate size in line with their respective ages, were hovering above a pair of pink virgin Saxon sphincters. However, the keen cocks would have to wait to reach their intended targets.

Spermsen’s com-badge sounded and it was Cox who interrupted his second-in-command’s imminent ecstasy. “I’m sorry to disturb you, Commander, whilst you and Erik are playing on the holodeck,” the Captain thoughtfully advised, “but I’m about to sound action stations because there’s an Anthonian ship approaching us rapidly from the front.”

Spermsen replied affirmatively to Cox’s summons before the Commander and his young lover looked at each other in frustrated disgust. However, this was very short-lived, as they realised that serious duty called. They therefore allowed themselves some amused laughter at the inopportune timing whilst they froze the holodeck programme and redressed, on this occasion in their normal duty attire, although Thor commented that perhaps Viking dress might be more appropriate to face the dreaded male-hating Anthonians.

Spermsen and Thor arrived on the bridge to the accompaniment of the red alert alarms blaring out and just in time to hear Gonadon announce “No response to our hails, Captain. The Anthonians seem simply intent on attacking not talking.” “Weaponry and defence profile of the enemy ship?” Cox, with Peter sat next to him, then asked of the Klingon Lieutenant, stationed at the helm with, as always, his own Adonisian boy lover, Thor, standing loyally at his side.

“As before, inferior to ours,” Gonadon answered, “as Anthonian ships could only be a real threat to the Ganymede by attacking in considerable numbers, whereas we could easily destroy their vessel.” “Would the enemy be aware of that fact?” Cox enquired. “Should be,” was the response. “So, it’s a suicide mission,” the Captain declared, “probably designed to try to slow us to allow a pursuing fleet to catch us. Well, let’s try to disappoint our brave female adversaries in all their plans. After they start firing, respond with phasers set to cripple their weaponry only. I don’t want to kill and destroy unnecessarily and I like the idea of our opponents living to try to explain the failure of their mission to Matriarch A. I’m sure she’d arrange appropriate chastisement for her unsuccessful warriors!”

Battle was joined soon afterwards but did not quite proceed according to Cox’s expectations. First, the weapons of the Anthonian ship took longer to put out of action than anticipated, although no damage was caused to the Ganymede prior to the enemy fire becoming completely disorientated, easily missing the intended target, before eventually stopping. Second, the dying wild blasts from the female warriors’ vessel appeared to hit, and briefly highlight the fact that there was, another spacecraft, just to the side rear of the Federation starship

“What was that?” Cox, now happy that the Anthonian enemy was hopelessly disabled, both in terms of weapons and motion, asked of Spermsen, now performing his science officer role. “It appears we have a cloaked shadow,” the Commander replied, “and, judging from the brief scan of the ship we managed to obtain before it disappeared again, it’s Romulan!”

“Impossible,” suggested Cox, “as we’re in a different galaxy from where the Romulans and every other species we used to know are based.” “I would have said the same,” Spermsen responded, “if I didn’t have the ship’s characteristics reported to me on my computer screen here. There’s absolutely no doubt, the vessel is Romulan!”

“Your theory as to how this can be,” Cox requested in his broad Seattle accent. “Used its cloaking device to follow us through the wormhole and tail us ever since,” Spermsen answered in his own Norwegian lilt, “presumably because the Romulans didn’t want to miss out on the visit to this galaxy.” “But why travel in our shadow” the Captain enquired, “and not venture out on their own?” “Unsure,” the Commander replied, “but possibly because by doing the former they could learn by our mistakes.”

“Well,” Cox retorted, “their uninvited, unwanted and previously unknown symbiotic association with us is about to end. Please let them appreciate that we now realise that they’re there, Mr. Gonadon, with phaser blasts set to find not damage. Begin at their last detected location and, if no success there, then issue an all-encompassing fusillade. However, accompany the firing with a hail stating that we mean no harm other than to let them recognise that we’ve noticed their presence.” “Yes, sir,” the Klingon Lieutenant responded with clear keenness, an attitude shared by the adjacent excited Thor.

It did not take long to find the re-cloaked ship, as the hit from the Anthonians had caused sufficient damage to the vessel, unshielded in order to maintain invisibility, to prevent it temporarily from moving from its last position. However, such motive disablement did not prevent the Romulans from using their own unharmed weaponry on the Ganymede, and their firepower was far more formidable than that of the female warriors.

In response to the Ganymede’s phaser probes, the Romulan ship uncloaked, raised its shields and started firing. Unlike those of the previous enemy, these blasts on the Federation starship represented real peril.

In response to Cox’s further questioning, and as the Ganymede shook violently with each enemy strike, Gonadon advised that the Romulans were not responding to requests to desist from their attack. Simultaneously, the captain received reports from Spermsen, as well as the Ferengi Lieutenant Scrotumk, standing in engineering with his own young Adonisian, Ferenk, that their starship could not take many more successful hits. Meanwhile, the android Jesse and his boy, Keith, were doing their best to assist the engineering pair with running repairs.

Cox decided that he had no choice but to respond to the Romulan attack in kind, peace moves proving completely fruitless, and so issued the relevant orders. On the Ganymede, weapons control was linked with the helm and therefore it was Gonadon who carried out the commands. It was no untruthful flattery that the Klingon was considered amongst the best weaponry officers in Starfleet and this was now proved as, to the amazement of his colleagues, the enemy ship quickly exploded. However, surprise at the rapid success did not prevent the Captain from requesting Scrotumk, whose duties included the transporter system, to rescue as many as possible from the stricken vessel, which completely disintegrated soon afterwards.

“Any survivors?” the genuinely concerned Cox asked Scrotumk, even though he appreciated that Ferenk would actually be delegated to operate the transporter, which the Adonisian boy always did with the utmost efficiency. “I’m afraid,” the Ferengi Lieutenant advised, “that we only managed to save one before the Romulan ship was destroyed. He appears to be badly injured, so we’ll move him into sick bay. Perhaps Commander Spermsen would like to go there to treat his latest patient?” “I’m on my way,” the Norwegian announced without hesitation. Meanwhile, Gonadon reported “Large Anthonian fleet approaching from behind.” “Get us out of here!” the Captain then ordered.

Happily, although damaged as a result of the Romulan attack, the Ganymede still had sufficient speed to outrun the Anthonians. The starship was therefore soon rushing across the galaxy, increasing the distance between itself and the female pursuers, now potentially deadly because of their numbers.

Given Gonadon’s rescue of the previously precarious situation, Cox allowed a little relaxation of bridge discipline as they proceeded. Accordingly, the immensely proud Thor placed his arm around his Klingon lover.

“It seems that the Anthonians aren’t going to give up on us,” Cox eventually suggested to Spermsen, after his second-in-command had returned with Erik from treating the surviving Romulan, “and so must really be eager for revenge.” “Let’s hope that they never capture us again,” the Commander replied, “for I dread to think what Matriarch A would have in mind for us!”

Changing the subject, the Captain then asked after the new arrival’s wellbeing. “He’ll live,” the Norwegian informed, “but it’ll be a while before he fully recovers. At the moment, he’s under sedation, sleeping, for security, in the brig.”

(Stardate 51002.6)

Scrotumk conducted a damage assessment of the Ganymede’s systems, assisted by Jesse, Ferenk and Keith. Despite only being 13 years of age, all five Adonisian boys on board were proving their worth as able assistants to their adult lovers.

Scrotumk’s report was not what Cox wanted to hear because some spare parts needed to be replicated from metallic alloys. However, there was insufficient of the latter for the assessed needs and some of the constituent mineral components were also unavailable in enough quantity to reproduce the materials on the Ganymede. The Ferengi also advised that the starship would eventually falter without the repairs, so allowing the Anthonians to catch up.

It was Peter who provided a possible solution to the problem. He told Cox of a humanoid trader based in this part of the galaxy, someone with whom his own hunted people had done furtive business. The merchant had a reputation for being able somehow to produce most types of rare mineral in return for the barter of other goods, and the boy was sure that the Ganymede would have something on board that would interest him. The 13 year-old Adonisian was to prove correct in his conjecture.

The Nullifians and their allies had left the trader alone, despite his humanoid status, for two apparent reasons. He was too commercially useful to lose and the little planetoid on which he lived was too well protected by a large array of the latest armoury for anyone to want to bother trying to displace him.

Cox consulted with the other adult crew members and all agreed that Peter’s suggestion was worth exploring and, after the boy had given some approximate guidelines as to the star system in which the trader might be found, contact was made with the merchant. The latter expressed delight at the prospect of dealing with beings from another galaxy, confirming that he could supply all of the Ganymede’s requirements. However, in view of the pursuing Anthonians, of whom he was somehow aware, the entrepreneur suggested that the starship itself did not make the journey to his planetoid, as he did not want to attract the fury of the dreaded female warriors, who had so far left him alone.

Accordingly, Cox and Peter, accompanied by Gonadon, in his security officer role, and Thor, set out for the trader’s residence and place of business in the Ganymede’s space shuttle. They had to decline, because of loading considerations, the merchant’s kind invitation to take the other Adonisian boys, although all had wanted to make the trip for interest.

The shuttle crew did take with them the spare replicator the entrepreneur had requested to barter for his minerals. However, the Starfleet personnel had secretly and irreversibly amended the apparatus to ensure that it could produce only uncontroversial items, still accepting that they had to cause as little disruption to normal life in this galaxy as possible.

On arrival at the trader’s planetoid, the merchant, whose name was Venic, lowered the otherwise impenetrably powerful shields that protected his tiny world to allow the Starfleet shuttle’s crew to beam down to his large underground facility. There, the quartet, who had left their small craft at automatic orbiting station, was greeted by a pair of young beautiful identical blonde blue-eyed twin boys, aged about 12, and dressed only in minuscule white loincloths. Both Cox and Gonadon reacted with instant protuberances at the front of their tight uniform trousers until gentle prods to their arms, respectively from the jealous Peter and Thor, who had noticed their lovers’ responses, encouraged both the minds and groins of the adults to calm.

The twins were not Adonisians but of another, as yet undetermined, humanoid species, although the two races were obviously very similar, if appearances were anything to go by. The boys led the arriving guests into the presence of Venic, who was waiting in a large banqueting chamber, where tables were already laid out with sumptuous fare. “Please forgive the presumption,” the merchant announced with a pleasant smile, “but I insist that you enjoy my hospitality before we conduct business, as I have so few visitors!” Cox would have preferred to complete the transaction without such indulgence, given the pursuing Anthonian fleet, but, not wanting to endanger the trade and believing that he probably had time to consume a fast meal, accepted the invitation on behalf of himself and his companions.

Discussion during the repast was quite informative for the visitors. They learned that Venic, a small ugly man with goatee beard, was the last of his particular humanoid race, which had specialised in cosmic commerce. He had apparently initially survived by always keeping expertly ahead of both his trading rivals and deadly enemies before settling on his little planetoid, secure behind the protection he had managed to acquire to discourage the Nullifians and their like from trying to eliminate him.

Venic had then successfully established a hands-off relationship with the Nullifians and their allies by using his galaxy-wide contacts to secure rare items the new empire needed, eventually making himself indispensable and therefore untouchable. The trader advised that he did not like to conduct business with the creatures that had annihilated his race but suggested that, in the circumstances, he had little choice for they could, if they really tried, destroy him too, albeit at some expense in returned bloodshed. Cox chose not to argue the point with his host, although he felt that the merchant might have come up with a less accommodating and more resistant relationship with his past enemy.

Venic informed that he and the twins were the only permanent animate residents on his planetoid, the various mercantile functions of which were fully automated using computers and robots. He kept the boys for companionship, having rescued them from the clutches of the Castratians before they could be nullified. The associated barter was very one-sided and had cost the trader much, although he declared himself satisfied with the compensations. Judging by the beautiful blonde blue-eyed 12 year-olds’ skimpy attire, Cox could have a good guess what many of these recompenses were, especially as his host obviously had admiring eyes for both Peter and Thor. The trader’s interest in young blonde blue-eyed Adonisians seemed to be confirmed by his occasional expressions of regret that the three who remained on Ganymede had been unable to make the trip.

By the time that the meal was drawing towards a conclusion, with the twins acting as waiters along with a few robots, Cox had grown concerned that the identical humanoid pair of boys acted almost as mechanically as their machine helpers. Their eyes looked glazed and they spoke very little, and then only very briefly and to the point in an almost automated manner. It was if they were in a trance. Unfortunately, the Captain had to terminate consideration of the matter because it was now time to conclude the deal, say goodbye and return to Ganymede before the Anthonians overtook the starship.

Venic regretted but fully understood Cox’s need to go so quickly and, after the transference of goods between the planetoid and shuttle, and the exchange of polite farewells and thanks, the visiting quartet transported to their small spacecraft. Unfortunately, only two arrived.

(Stardate 51002.6)

The Ganymede was now far away from both the Anthonians and Venic’s planetoid. The memorial service on the starship for Peter and Thor, beautiful beings, both in terms of looks and character, who had been obliterated in the terrible transporter malfunction, was a very sombre affair. Both Cox and Gonadon constantly attempted to remind themselves about their own status in life to try to prevent themselves from crying, believing that it would not be proper for a Captain or Klingon to so disport themselves. However, Erik, Ferenk and Keith more than made up for the tears withheld by the adults.

Unfortunately, there had been little time to investigate the full circumstances and causes of the dreadful transporter accident because of the need to return quickly to Ganymede before the potentially fatal encroach of the Anthonian fleet.

(Venic’s planetoid, same time)

Peter and Thor were naked in a large white-tiled clinically clean bathroom. Their attendant robots brooked no resistance to their requirements from the boys, a situation reinforced by their immense completely overwhelming strength and weaponry, the latter including vicious pain sticks and stun guns. The pair of beautiful young Adonisians therefore meekly succumbed to whatever the machines, which resembled large mechanical beetles with six legs and spherical red eyes on stalks, wanted to do to them.

Blonde blue-eyed Peter and Thor were initially showered, under strong currents of icy cold water, treated with a highly effective perfumed cleansing additive. The boys had been placed in enclosed transparent circular cubicles where all-consuming sprays hit their immaculate nude frames from all angles, even from below. The temperature of the liquid striking them everywhere did not represent any parsimony, in respect of energy usage, on their host’s part because the refrigeration had utilised as much as heating would have done. The cold indicated instead the cruel sadism of Venic, who was happily watching and recording the young Adonisians’ acute discomfort via hidden cameras.

Venic had already been both pleased and stimulated to notice that the awful chill on the gorgeous 13 year-old goosepimpled bodies had not prevented, and had actually certainly caused, the boys’ smooth hairless slender cocks to become quiveringly erect. It was a phenomenon not only common with Adonisian males but also replicated within the merchant’s clothing.

Venic eventually chose to prove to his young guests that he was not being miserly about supplying warm water and pressed a button on a console in front of him. The trader found the similar reactions of both Peter and Thor, to the sudden substantial rise in temperature of the liquid flowing over their marvellous young forms, to be highly amusing. The boys jumped in shock, as their bodies now had to endure almost unbearably hot, as opposed to the previously icy, sprays. They would dearly have loved to escape their respective showers but they were not only locked inside but also aware that, if they had somehow managed to do so, the robots would have certainly returned them, probably in a very painful manner.

After this initial ordeal was finally over, when sprays of water were replaced by strong warm blasts of drying hot air, Peter and Thor were laid face-up on mirror-like metallic tables, their wrists pinioned by force fields to the two upper corners. The robots then forced the boys’ legs through stirrups attached above the 13 year-olds to metal poles located on either side of the young Adonisians. These lithe lower limbs were finally secured immovably in place, bent at the knees to expose humanoid anuses very effectively for what would come next.

Peter and Thor had already guessed correctly what this would be. The boys were therefore not surprised when each of their attendant robots extruded a finger-like prong from one of their metallic limbs and gently pressed the steely appendages against the middle of the boys’ tight pink sphincters, seeking entry. The 13 year-olds gasped simultaneously as the metal probes achieved success and began to pump purple fluid inside. This time, the reaction of the young Adonisians was not only as a consequence of the coolness of a liquid, which was instantly chilling their innards, but also because of the continuous excruciating stinging sensations induced by the strong flow down their rectums and into their previously emptied bladders.

The delightful nude bodies of Peter and Thor began to squirm in acute distress within the confines of their tight bondage, as the cruel enema solution remorselessly filled them. They pleaded uselessly for their torment to end, whilst their bellies began to expand as the fluid extended towards every part of their bladders. However, their cocks not only maintained miraculous rigidity but also started to drool precum.

Slowly but surely, every relevant square centremetre of the boys’ innards was successfully invaded by the relentlessly stinging fluid, causing 13 year-old male stomachs to protrude as if they belonged to heavily pregnant girls. However, the full occupation of all necessary young humanoid inner compartments was eventually detected by the robots, who therefore stopped the flow and, keeping their long slim metal appendages inside the enema victims as effective plugs, waited for the cleansing solution to perform its work.

Peter and Thor continued both their agonised writhing and fruitless begging for what seemed to them an eternity, although it was in fact only ten minutes, before grateful alleviation was brought to their tormented forms when the mechanical digits were removed from the boys’ anal entrances. As the now slightly discoloured purple fluid rapidly flowed out onto the tabletop, it, along with some associated violet vapour, was proficiently vacuumed away by other robotic appendages.

Unfortunately, the young Adonisians’ relief was short lived, as they were to suffer two more similar enemas. Venic wanted the insides of the boys thoroughly cleaned and emptied of all contents to prevent nasty accidents during the fun to come.

The trader could, of course, have used a far more technologically advanced and completely painless method of achieving the same end. However, that would not have provided him with the same enjoyment. He was, after all, gaining much pleasure from watching the present grief of his young guests, particularly as their genital arousal was somehow maintained throughout, a physical feature matched by the older host.

Later, Peter and Thor, slowly recovering from their excruciating and traumatic ordeal, but also now thoroughly cleaned inside and out, were transferred to another room. Here, the contents comprised two more shiny metallic tables, with a complex web of strange machinery suspended above each, and a central lectern-like control panel.

It was not long before the still naked boys were immovably attached, face-up and spreadeagled, by their robot escorts to the cool surfaces below the equipment. However, it was not the temperature of the tabletops that caused the 13 year-olds to shiver again but fright at what the various items above them represented.

Venic then arrived. “Welcome,” the trader declared, “to my all-purpose torture and nullification machines, lent by the Castratians to process escapees such as you before returning the correctly punished and amended goods back to their possession, whilst severed genitals speed their separate way to the Nullifians!”

The twins, now standing nearby, observed the scene with apparent unconcern. However, this was not as a result of disinterest, or the fact that they had seen the truly cruel apparatus operated many times previously, but because their programmed minds could not comprehend anything other than strict obedience to their master’s commands.

“Let me explain to you how the equipment works,” Venic, displaying a sadistic grin, symbolic of his true inner nature, announced to his two young immobilized guests whilst standing in front of the control panel. He pressed a button and two transparent body-hugging covers of a gelatinous-type material lowered themselves onto the delicious naked, but tremulous, waiting splayed forms of Peter and Thor.

Somehow, this see-through cover produced metal-lined keenly-torsioned suckers that painfully attached themselves to the boys’ nipples and which, as the 13 year-olds were soon to discover, were additionally capable of pinching to increase their unpleasantness. A narrow metal ring simultaneously clamped tightly shut around the base of young Adonisian ball sacs, still miraculously crowned by fulsome erections, which were also quickly engulfed along their full length by gelatinous tubing.

The appalled and petrified Peter and Thor began to beg for mercy as their scrotums next felt the heads of sharp needles begin to rest on the impeccably smooth genital surfaces, whilst other larger but blunter metallic protrusions began to enter their urethras. However, their entreaties were rapidly terminated when two big black penis-shaped appendages were lowered from the apparatus array above to force themselves between their sweet rosy lips. The young Adonisians were encouraged to permit oral entry by the fact that the intruders would have crushed their perfect teeth if they had not done so and by shock, caused as similar invaders by-passed their anal defences, which induced simultaneous wide-mouthed gasps.

“The different attachments,” Venic now continued happily, “will create several types of increasing physical discomfort. Your oral and anal orifices will be pumped with copious amounts of sperm from Evertian worms, noted for their gigantic size and the unpleasant alkalinity of their voluminous reproductive fluids. Meanwhile, your own cocks will be relentlessly pumped dry, as you are entertained by varying degrees and timings of electric shocks introduced through all of the gadgets now touching your forms.”

“Your own seminal product,” the evil trader proceeded, “will be sucked away through holes in the sides of the catheter that will fill your penises as far as your bladders, whilst discharging intermittent and very nasty electrical surprises of its own. Eventually, the needles that you feel resting on your scrotums will push inwards, seeking to penetrate your testes, whilst also delivering little shocks. The oral invaders will then be removed so that you can beg me to nullify you, which will be your only method of ending your tortures!”

Peter and Thor then felt the start of operations of the tube encasing their cocks, which had become even more rigid as Venic had conveyed his description of the boys’ sad immediate futures. This phenomenon had been a consequence of the strong sado-masochism inherent in all Adonisians, a factor of which their torturer was fully aware. Proficient penile rubbing and sucking sensations speedily ensued, inexorably drawing the two beautiful 13 year-olds towards climax, despite, or rather because of, their cruel predicaments.

The sublime nude forms of Peter and Thor subsequently shook violently within the tight confines of the force-field restraints that spreadeagled them. However, these bodily reactions were not just in response to the excruciating beginning of electric shocks to their oral and anal cavities, nipples, penises and scrotums, or to the occasional very painful squeezing of their tits by the sharp metal suckers. Their progression into initial orgasm also induced a significant proportion of the contorting vibrations.

Copious milky alkaline fluid began to flow into the mouths and rectums of Peter and Thor, inducing more cruel stinging of internal cavities. The boys were forced to swallow the disgusting oral supply in order not to drown and soon their throats could be clearly observed working hard to do so whilst their stomachs began to ache with the disagreeable after-effects of their new barely palatable contents. However, neither this, nor the other unpleasantaries being inflicted, prevented Peter and Thor from experiencing more climactic moments, with their lovely but pained bodies shuddering frequently, in a strange delirium of orgasm and agony, until their sexual organs began to run dry of liquid product.

Nevertheless, Venic was not prepared to stop the sheath encasing the boys’ increasingly reddening cocks from remorselessly rubbing and sucking until he was sure that the 13 year-olds had been comprehensively milked. One of the trader’s maxims equated to ‘waste not, want not’ and he had a valuable market for fresh young Adonisian sperm.

When Venic had eventually become satisfied that he had secured as much Adonisian milk as he could, and that the producer’s insides could take no more similar but far more disgusting and distressing Evertian product, he stopped the pumping of the worms' sperm into boyish innards. The oral phallic intruders were also withdrawn from two young mouths, down the sides of which much extraneous white alien fluid was dribbling. The trader then pressed the button that would surely bringing proceedings to a quick, and for him, happy conclusion.

Peter and Thor used the sudden freedom of their sweet rosy lips to scream, as the needles began to enter their drained scrotums to search for the undefended small white orbs within, whilst other torments still continued. “No, please no!” both boys shrieked as electrical currents pervaded their ball sacs and sharp points reached their testicular targets.

Venic’s only response was to advise “You know what you must ask me to do if you want me to stop. The metallic casings around the base of your scrotums not only emit electrical charges but are also capable of releasing laser beams, which will both efficiently emasculate you and neatly cauterise the resultant wounds.” However, the boys’ initial retort was more agonised yelling, as they tried to endure the terrible pain. The trader smiled at their brave resistance, knowing from experience that it would be futile and short-lived.

Venic was proved right when, as 13 year-old testes began to be punctured by viciously sharp needles, Peter screamed “Please….aargh….please….aargh….please nullify me!” The boy’s entreaty was rapidly followed by similar from his young friend.

(To be continued next month in part 2)