An unexpected torture session blows Wesley's mind. The evil deeds are in the computer and it is only a matter of time before he gets caught in his own web of hallucinations.
A - H I - P Q - Z Newest Files
Normal Disclaimers Here: Must be at least 21 to read, if not move on. I am just referencing characters of a show I like so my readers can visualize the situations better. No copyright or trademark or other legal term is being done. All resemblance to people past, present or future is totally coincidence and you should slap yourself for thinking I actually know everyone in the world. If I spell names wrong or they are not portrayed in the best light, deal with it, it is a fan-fic. Warning: it starts slow, but ends well. Wesley walked the twists and turns of his fabricated castle. The stone walls and columns echoed his footsteps to the depths of the holo-deck. Drips and an occasional sizzle from a passing torch were all that could be heard for the first few floors. Pulling back the lock and bolt on the outer door to his torture chamber, he entered and quickly locked the door from the inside. He hated being disturbed, especially at crucial moments. The torture chambers looked much like a gym with all its wooden tables and metal contraptions. In fact, he had the best exercise here than in any modern "full body exercise pod". The far corner had a bed of straw and piles of supplies to keep the chambers well lit and warm at this dark depth below his fantasy city. He entered the chamber and was greeted with two screams. One was from Tasha: a scream of ecstasy. The other was from a woman on a machine that he could not make out from across the room. Tasha was busy torturing a woman on a machine that resembled the rack. It had four small tables: one for the torso and one for each limb. The victim of this machine could be easily positioned and stretched while being tortured. Tasha was using a double-sided dildo to rape the woman's ass while pleasing her over-stimulated pussy. From the screams, the woman had never had a dildo in her ass before. As she pounded away with her eyes shut, a wicked smile grew on Tasha's face with each scream. Wesley grew excited from the view and moved closer to find out which crewmember Tasha had sent for. Although Tasha was his main victim in the torture room, he allowed her certain freedoms. She couldn't leave the room, but she could ask for any type of food or plaything from the "guard" at the entrance. The "guard" was a fabricated person he had created to perform such tasks in his absence. G-man, as Wesley liked to call the guard, had no personality, no emotions, and no higher thought processes. G-man worked off a simple set of rules. The three biggest were that no men were allowed in except him and no weapons were allowed in and Wesley can create or break rules as he sees fit. Apparently, Tasha had asked for a plaything. This type of plaything wasn't quite what he had in mind when he had entered it in the rules. He had expected a book or puzzle or game board. Tasha's first request of G-man was water. Then she tried food. Then she tried the door. Wesley was notified through his console at his station. Wesley liked to keep the program running in a hidden part of the holodeck memory banks. It added a bit of realism when he walked into his city of life and saw the changes of his citizens. Whenever something major happened, like war or fire or escaped prisoners, the program was set to freeze and notify him. He did not want to miss anything exciting. As he moved closer, he noticed that the woman looked familiar. She had her arms and legs angled up and her torso angled down. It almost looked like a skydiving lesson gone awry. He laughed inward as he approached the circle of light. Still hidden by the shroud of darkness, he disrobed and observed from a distance. He liked to appear before Tasha suddenly, especially when she was masturbating. Often she would fall to his feet and begin to fondle and suck on his cock and balls. He liked the sound of lust and need that would echo off the walls when she would demand for his "live cock throbbing in her". Dildos were good and torturing people was fun, but a willing partner and a male one were rare in her days in the chamber. Thinking of interrupting the session of torture with one of his grand entrances, he noticed that the woman was Diana Troi. She screamed directly at him and looked into his eyes eventhough he was well hidden behind a pillar in the darkness. He had decided early on that he would not involve himself sexually with any crewmember he knew personally, unless the need arose. His need throbbed between his legs and was very demanding. Her eyes had never left his as he pondered the dilemma. The holodeck was doing a damn fine job of simulating the mind reader of the ship. The ship knew what all the crewmember movements were, including sex, and logged them in its files. Supposedly, to develop a more ergonomically and user friendly ship. All Wesley knew was that with those logs, the computer could simulate what any crewmember would do in a sexual situation. The thought of having sex with a mind reader out weight the danger of bumping into the real mind reader and accidentally thinking about having previously having sex with her. "Computer, inquiry." YES. "In this situation, does citizen Troi wish me any harm and are the safety locks in place?" NO HARM IS ON FILE IN THIS SITUATION. YES. He walked into the light and placed his cock in front of Troi. With his cock just out of reach of her mouth, he undid the restraint on her right arm. She quickly grabbed his dangling balls and pulled his cock into her mouth. "A mind reader is exceptionally good at fellatio," was the only thought he had for about ten minutes. He gyrated his cock all the way to the back of her throat. She massaged and pulled on his balls while he grabbed handfuls of her black hair. When he felt he was close to orgasm, she would instinctively yank hard on his testicles. When he grew tired of her massages, she would hum on just the right spot on his cock or rub that soft spot behind his balls. He suddenly realized that with her ability to read his mind, the only way to orgasm was to tie her back up or get Tasha. Tasha was very busy torturing, so he pulled her arm back to the restraint and secured it in place. Without her control of the situation, she soon found herself having to swallow or drown. No Betazoid induced blue balls for this ensign. The gagging and choking sounds and his own cry of release awoke Tasha from her orgasm-induced daze. She fell to the floor sucking and massaging his shrinking cock. After 15 to 20 minutes of oral stimulation, he was not responsive. She gave Troi a stare of pure anger once she realized the situation. She stood up and left the circle, violently pulling the dildo from Troi's abused rear. "Freeze Program." He adjusted the table back to its original flat position and flipped Troi over. Making sure the straps were tight, he walked to the head of the table and unfroze the program. Without a word, he sat on her face and placed his balls in her mouth. With his asshole in her nose, she labored for fresh air and her tongue fought the fleshy gag. The battle was quickly exciting him. Just as he got his erection back, Tasha returned with a hot poker and quickly cauterized any open wounds in Troi's ass. If not for the safety overrides, Wesley knew that he would no longer have balls. He had to freeze the program and unhinge Troi's jaw to get circulation back into his testicles. When he unfroze the program, Tasha was at his feet, worshipping his engorged member. He stood her up and had her lay on top of Troi. With his balls in Troi's mouth and his cock in Tasha's muscular pussy, he was in heaven. He was gyrating into Tasha's pussy while alternating between massaging the huge tits of Troi and groping the handfuls of Tasha. He commanded Tasha to lick Troi and soon all of them were moaning. His bliss lasted for hours, until it suddenly stopped. The program had frozen and he was stuck with his balls locked in one mouth and his cock gripped by a very tight pussy. Panting and sweating, he tried to regain his strength. "Wesley, how are your studies coming?" The voice of his mother came from the darkness. "Fine, I was almost finished. Why?" Wesley replied. "Just wondering when you were going to leave the library and get some dinner?" Wesley crafted the program to freeze if any communications from outside were sent to the "Library". If anyone came into his "Library", the feudal system he created would turn into a giant library with him in the farthest corner and on the highest floor. This security program was a necessity when prying mothers or would-be father figures from the bridge would come to check on him. Often he was in the middle of something and suddenly he was masturbating with a book. Luckily, he was not interrupted by a real person, but just by his pesky mother's transmissions. He told her he would run her errands and would be home in time for dinner, anything to return to heaven. By the time he was finished, he was limp and needed circulation in his balls. That is why he hated being interrupted. He unfroze the program and immediately Tasha started cursing and moaning. He slapped her and told her to move where he was. He knelt on the table with Troi between his legs and Tasha staring at his limp cock. Tasha was not a woman to be denied something she wanted. And right now, she wanted a hot cock in her. It was a rare delicacy and she would not share it with a mere play toy. She latched on to the cock and both her hands pulled his balls to her chin where she massaged them to the point he felt they would pop. She placed a finger up his ass and massaged his prostate while sucking his cock to what seemed like her stomach. In under a minute, he was moaning with Tasha due to their mutual oral attentions. Tasha slowed as she felt his balls pull close to his cock and released his member with a plop. She still massaged his balls with both hands, so fucking Troi was not an option yet. He lowered his cock to Troi's chest and moved Tasha's hands to squeeze Troi's breast. Within seconds, they fell into another blissful rhythm. Troi being tit-fucked to orgasm, Tasha being licked to orgasm, and Wesley in the middle of it all. Tasha's possessive nature wouldn't allow it to last however.