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 from 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. He walked slowly and deliberately as he climbed from the torture chamber. He had to pry Tasha Yar off his cock and chain her to a wall before she rubbed him raw or killed him from exhaustion. Today's diversions had been very fulfilling, but very tiring. He had entered the chamber early in the morning to "start the day off right," but it was far past an early morning exercise. Near dinnertime and feeling like he had pulled three all-niter's to study for the entrance exams for the Academy, all Wesley Crusher wanted was to hit the nearest Turbo Lift and crawl into bed. He walked into the main hall of his castle and finished some politics before freezing the program and ending the simulation. The doors beckoned him to exit with their familiar "Swoosh." Thoughts of the day's carnal activities filled his mind as he walked in a daze to the nearest lift. He had walked in on Tasha having fun with a female guest. She was not allowed male guests and had often taken a female crewmember to occupy her time. Tasha had started out as the most difficult simulated crewmember to conform to his utopia, however, once she was properly broken, she had become his favorite toy. Often, when it was a slow day in the vast recesses of space, he could escape to his kingdom and delight in the torture of a crewmember. The chamber had started small, but thanks to this favorite toy's research, it had grown into a full workout chamber. Today was no different. Tasha had kidnapped a crewmember and strapped her to one of the dozens of machines. He walked in on the tail end of the session. Tasha was pleasing her self with a double-sided dildo as she raped a shapely crewmember. The darkness obscured his vision, so he moved closer. With each step and each scream of agony and ecstasy, he grew more erect. He stayed in the shadows, knowing that if Tasha saw him she would fly to his pants and devour him. He observed quietly, but he would have to release his passions soon, or else his suit would rip. The woman on the table was not enjoying the ride and was screaming every other painful thrust. One particularly violent thrust forced a very violent scream from the ample lungs of the victim, causing her head to fly up and face to become visible to Wesley. Diana Troi was often an image of fantasy to Wesley, but he had never tried to kidnap her. Mainly because she was a close friend and confidant, but truly because she was a Betazoid. The race of people who can read thoughts and probe minds are not a race to take lightly. So, for security reasons, he had placed her on his "do not screw with" list. Tasha apparently had not received that list. Suddenly, during one scream that echoed off the stone walls, Troi looked at him with lust in her eyes. He knew he was well hidden, but she never stopped looking in his direction. So, he moved, but still the eyes followed. He realized that the computer logs that tracked every action on board, to make the ship more ergonomically sound, also contained every crewmember's sexual activities. In the case of Troi, the computer simulated the scenario based upon actual sexual files and the volumes of psychological data on mind-readers. Troi could read Wesley's mind, and the realization gave him a raging desire. Silently, Wesley left his shroud of darkness and crept to the bound Troi. Tasha had her eyes closed and was content to pound the daylights out of Troi. A quick aside to check the safety locks on the program, and he was plunging his desire into Troi's mouth. Thoughts of the best oral in his life made his member grow erect in his skin-tight clothes. He walked awkwardly into the lift as he shifted the books he was carrying to hide the obvious bulge. Still thinking of the great sex with the ship's counselor, he failed to notice her enter the lift. Thoughts of how she had kept him from orgasm by pulling on his testicles and chewing his member caused his empty balls to ache with pain. The vision of him orgasming and forcing Troi to swallow all of his seed was interrupted by an inquiry from behind him. "Mr. Crusher, how are you feeling today," asked Diana Troi. Startled, Wesley shrank in to the opposite corner and muttered a few "yes, just fine" in Troi's direction. He tried to stop the images from rising to the surface, but one after another found it's way into his mind. The vision of him siting on Troi's face and forcing her to suck his balls as Tasha sucked his cock was just not fading from memory. When Troi asked, "Are you feeling alright, you look a little pale and worn down?" he was thinking about how he had forced her to lick Tasha to orgasm while he power fucked her tits. Seeing the objects in the flesh that he had just abused, made so much blood rush away from his brain, that he almost missed his floor. The "Swoosh" of the lift saved him from further questions. He told her he had been in the library too long and he needed some rest, as he wobbled out of the lift. When Wesley arrived home, Beverly had left him a note and a list of errands to do. He knew what the note said with out having to turn the pad on. He left the pad on the table and took a hot shower expecting his mother to come home well after he had fallen asleep. Diana Troi walked into Tasha Yar's office and started a normal conversation. Yar was a patient and a good friend, so asking for a security check should have been easy. Troi could not tell her the reason she needed Wesley's activities checked because of Yar's history. Tasha had come from a backward and uncivilized planet, as she had described it, where gang rapes were common. The harsh realities forced on her young body had made her tough and forceful. She did not appreciate the irony, but it had led to her eventually becoming security chief and a valued member of the Enterprise. Diana had spent months trying to get Tasha to open up to the male of the species, but painful memories left her alone and frustrated. As a favor to Diana, Yar performed the background check and promised to tell her what she found "BEFORE" she did anything. Wesley awoke to the sound of a transporter going off and the sound of his body falling to the hard floor of a cell. Tasha stood in the enclosed brig with a stick in one hand and a mean look on her face. He had seen the look before. Often when he grew soft and forced her to leave, but there were usually no sticks involved. Without a word, she charged and soundly beat the stuffing out of Wesley. Unconsciousness was a welcomed relief to the sound of his bones snapping. Wesley opened his eyes and saw white. He didn't understand why his mother had always insisted on keeping the medical bay's lights on such a high intensity. He realized that he could not move due to the bed's stasis field, but decided that even if he could move, the injuries would dissuade him. He tried to speak, but found breathing difficult. A nurse was healing a few broken bones. The snapping sound jogged his memory and he felt his heart sink. Being the intelligent boy that he was, he wondered why he was still alive. To answer his question, Diana Troi chimed in "I arrived just in time to teleport you to medical. Tasha tried to follow, but I talked her down. She is still very upset. Your mother is very disappointed and I am left with few options. As you know, violations such as these call for your expulsion from the Academy and judicial hearings. Tasha and I feel that this would be best, but your mother is a dear friend and we have decided to give you another option." Words were hard to find, and the painkillers were making it difficult to speak. Troi continued, "On my planet, the males are also able to read minds. This had been a problem early in our history because as young men grow, their minds and desires become a fixation. They cease to be productive and become more of a problem to society. As technology grew, devices for this became more refined. The rehabilitation of a young male is an easy process. Therapy is the first step, although you are far beyond this step, I feel that joint sessions with Tasha might be beneficial. We will offer the second step as an alternative to judicial hearings. It involves a lifestyle change and will require mental vigilance. I won't lie. It involves pain, but only if you revert to inappropriate behavior." Wesley thought of the alternative and although fear well up in his soul at the thought of nebulous pain, he decided to accept. What ever they had in mind, he was strong and resourceful. He gave his verbal acceptance, even though he knew she was reading his mind. "Good, you rest for now, and tomorrow, we will begin." He awoke to the sounds of his mother busying herself on the adjacent table. "There you go, all fixed. You tell Diana I said 'hi' and not to wear yourself out." Doctor Crusher said. Sounds of dressing and feet hitting the floor pulled him more into the day and farther from the nightmare he had. Commander Riker leaned over his body and smiled a pitiful smile. "You should have taken the road more traveled in this case young ensign, but don't take my word for it, you will see." Troi and Tasha walked into the medical bay as Riker was leaving. Although Wesley could not see this, he did hear Troi scold Riker for 'bad thoughts' as he skipped down the corridor. "Good morning young Crusher," said Troi as she leaned over his head giving him a great view of her. "Now, now, you had better think all those thoughts now, because in a few minutes, you will not want to." The tone scared him more than her words. He felt the cold air on his genitals and hands massaging his testicles. Tasha Yar walked past him towards his feet with an angry look on her face. Having his genitals exposed to the woman who nearly beat him to death was difficult to stomach. Diana sensed his fear and tried to reassure him, "Don't worry ensign. Your mother is doing the operation and has researched the procedure from computer files from my planet." He tried to look down to see the operation, but all he saw was read hair moving back and forth. "Is this really going to work," Tasha said with utter disdain in her voice. Beverly replied with a medical tone, "Yes, I have studied the case files and feel this is better than step three." Tasha gave a huff of disapproval, "Diana and I feel that three would be more fitting, hell look at the file in the computer." Beverly took a firm stand, "No. He is my responsibility and he gets one more chance. There done." She resealed his pants and removed the stasis field. He slid one leg over the side of the bed. Pain shot through him and he could feel the tendons adjusting near reformed muscle. He planted that leg to the ground and swung the other over. Beverly helped him to his feet and he could swear that he had tangled with five Klingons. He labored around the room as Beverly injected a multitude of shots. After a few minutes, he was sitting on the table wondering what the second step really was. "So, young Crusher," Diana said as she leaned in front of him giving him full view of her cleavage, "how do you feel." By the time she got to 'how do,' he was on the floor feeling as if five Klingons had kicked him in the balls.