Christine Chapel (Strange New Worlds)

A series of short stories/one shots focusing on Christine Chapel as seen in the Strange New Worlds series.

Story 1: Hospitality

Nurse Chapel has developed a new method of hospitality in dealing with some members of the Enterprise, namely using her holes and allowing them to fuck her however they want or having her eat them out if they're female.

She is currently eating out a young Vulcan woman (well, young for her slow aging species) who is undergoing Pon Farr and is thusly insatiably horny.

The young Vulcan, T'Ling, is stretched out on the biobed in the medbay, her legs spread wide open as her sex glistens with arousal. You can see her struggling to keep her emotions in check, the usual calm demeanor of her species noticeably absent. Christine Chapel is on her knees between her legs, her tongue expertly working on the Vulcan's clit, her eyes locked on T'Ling's face, gauging her reactions.

T'Ling's body arches off the biobed, her nails digging into the sheets as she tries to fight back a moan. Christine Chapel smirks, knowing how close she's bringing her to the edge. She loves the challenge of satisfying these crew members, of helping them deal with the stresses of their jobs. It's a unique way to show her hospitality, to use her body to help others.

Christine Chapel can feel T'Ling's body tremble, her hips bucking instinctively towards her face. The Vulcan's intense gaze finally fades, her eyes rolling back as she gives in to the orgasm, her body shuddering. She pulls back, giving T'Ling a moment to recover, before wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

"Better?" She asks with a crooked grin, her voice husky from the act. T'Ling gives a weak nod, her breathing still heavy. Christine Chapel stands up, helping the Vulcan get dressed and into a sitting position before moving on to the next patient in need, her mind already racing with new ways to help her crewmates.

Story 2: The Gorn

The room is brightly lit, the various buttons and readouts of the med bay blinking. Christine Chapel lies on her back, her body slick with sweat, her legs spread wide apart as her holes are being violated. The alien, a tall, imposing figure, his reptilian scales glinting under the light, is relentless, his forked cock stretching and filling her in a way that leaves her gasping and moaning.

The room is filled with the crew, most of them having finished their check ups or other medical needs. They've gathered to watch the spectacle, some of them stroking their own arousal while others discuss the alien's stamina and abilities.

Christine Chapel can barely hold back her screams as the alien's thrusts become more violent, filling her in a way she never thought possible. She arches her back with each deep penetration, her eyes rolling back in pleasure and pain. She's never experienced anything like this, but she can't deny that the feeling is overwhelming.

Her pussy clenches around the thicker prong, her ass tightening around the slimmer one, her body working in harmony to take every inch of the reptilian's cock. The room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, her moans and the alien's grunts.

Suddenly, the alien lets out a guttural roar, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Christine Chapel tenses, feeling his hot seed spill within her, stretching her inner walls. She shudders, the combined pleasure-pain of the act pushing her over the edge, her own orgasm washing over her in a powerful wave.

The alien pulls out, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. Christine Chapel slumps back, her body trembling, her face flushed. The crew applauds her, and she gives a shaky smile, feeling a sense of camaraderie like never before. It's an unconventional way to bond, but it's been effective.

Story 3: The Time Portal

Christine Chapel finds herself in a dimly lit room, the sights, sounds, and smells of the 21st century overwhelming her after she accidentally got sucked through a rip in time while on a mission with an away team. She's pulled aside by a group of men, their eyes raking her body up and down.

They're rough, pushing her onto a disheveled bed laying in the nearby alleyway, tearing her clothes off in their eagerness. She tries to protest, but they're relentless, their hands exploring her body as she struggles to come to terms with her situation.

One of the men forces her legs open, his cock pressing against her pussy. She feels the stretch as he enters her, her body adjusting to this new world. At the same time, another man slips his cock into her ass, the pain and pleasure mixing together. The third man takes her mouth, his cock pulsing against the back of her throat as she gags.

She's stretched and filled, her body being used in ways she'd only ever done with others in need of relief. The men are rough, their grunts and moans filling the alleyway as they pound into her. Christine Chapel can't help but arch into their touch, her body betraying her **** with its need for release.

She's pushed to the brink, the men's thrusts becoming more erratic as they near their own climaxes. Cum fills her mouth and holes, marking her as theirs. She collapses, physically and emotionally drained, her mind still reeling from the sudden change in her life.

Her body is no longer hers in this century, and she's not sure if she'll ever make it back to her own. But for now, she can only lay there, trembling, as the men withdraw and leave her alone.

Eventually a rattled and bruised Christine Chapel is pulled back through time and beamed aboard the Enterprise, quickly taken to the med bay for treatment, her face plastered with cum and a smile.

Story 3: Helping the Nurse

Once Christine Chapel is beamed back onto the Enterprise, she takes a moment to collect herself while in sick bay before getting dressed. The experience has left her shaken, but it also awakened something within her.

The encounter with the black men has sparked a curiosity within her that she can't ignore. She finds herself craving the roughness, the intensity, and the connection she felt with them. It's a desire that she doesn't fully understand, but it's there, gnawing at the back of her mind.

She looks around the med bay, her eyes falling on Lieutenant Junior Grade Uhura. Uhura is a black woman, and the thought of exploring this newfound desire with her makes her stomach flip. She's always found Uhura to be attractive, and now, there's an added layer of intrigue.

Christine Chapel approaches Uhura, her eyes meeting the other woman's. "Uhura, I need to talk to you about something," she says, her voice shaky.

Uhura raises an eyebrow, curious about what Christine Chapel could possibly want. Little does she know, their conversation is about to lead them into uncharted territory.

Uhura's eyebrow remains raised as Christine Chapel leads her to a nearby empty room. The nurse closes the door behind them, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"Uhura, I've had some... experiences, and I think I've developed a craving for a particular kind of rough sex. I can't help but think of you, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to satisfy this need."

Uhura listens, her expression unreadable. After a moment, she nods, her own curiosity piqued. "Alright, Chapel, let's see what you have in mind."

Chapel leads Uhura to the biobed and pushes her down onto it, spreading Uhura's legs wide. Uhura can't help but feel a thrill at Christine Chapel 's boldness.

Christine Chapel positions herself between Uhura's thighs, her face centimeters from the other woman's dripping pussy. She looks up at Uhura, her eyes filled with hunger. "Ride my face," she commands.

Uhura grinds down, feeling Christine Chapel 's tongue flick against her clit. She moans, her hands gripping the bedsheets as the pleasure builds within her.

At the same time, Christine Chapel reaches up, her fingers teasing Uhura's tight entrance. The communications officer lets out a sharp gasp as the first finger pushes inside, her body tensing. Another finger joins the first, stretching her ass as her orgasm washes over her.

Christine Chapel sucks and licks at Uhura's pussy, her tongue working in tandem with her fingers. Uhura's body arches off the bed, her cries of pleasure filling the room as she rides out her orgasm.

Christine Chapel pulls her fingers out, leaning up to press a kiss to Uhura's inner thigh. "That's just the beginning," she whispers.

Uhura's heart races, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She's eager to see where this new experience with Christine Chapel will lead them.

Christine eagerly disrobes until she's standing before Uhura fully nude. She can't help but drink in the sight of the nude nurse, more intoxicating than a bottle of Romulan ale.

Toned body, pale skin only blemished by recent bruising, firm handful breasts and fairly subtle abdominal muscles leading down to her trimmed straw colored pubic and her long legs below that.

Nyota as shaken from her admiration of the nurse's body as she climbs up into the biobed on top of her, positioning herself above her face.

Nyota gulps, but the scent of Christine's arousal is more than enough to push away any trepidations she might have, eagerly driving in and lapping at the nurse's sex.

"Oh fuck....put your finger in my ass." Christine moans out, fondling her breasts.

Nyota's eyes shoot upon in surprise. Did she hear her right? Looking up and seeing just how much pleasure Christine was in, Noyta decided to indulge her, bringing a couple of her fingers up to Christine's pussy as she pulls her mouth away.

Christine reflexively whimpers as Nyota's tongue leaves her pussy, squeezing her thighs tighter until Nyota gets back to eating her out and slowly pushes her fingers, slick with the nurse's own juices in her ass and begins to pump.

"Oh please....I'm so close..." Christine wantonly whimpers, leaning over and gripping onto the biobed for support as she comes closer and closer to orgasm.

Soon, she cries out, grinding her pussy into Nyota's face as she rides out her orgasm.

"Th...thank you." Christine weakly thanks and lays down on the biobed and Nyota gets up and gets dressed "I think I need to lay down now..."

"Of course. Rest easy." Nyota smiles and kisses Christine as she drifts off to sleep.