Ensign Linda Abigail Trask

My name is Linda Abigail Trask, Ensign of the Imperial Navy of the United Galactic Imperium, but you can call me Abby. Until about ten hours ago I would have asked you to call me Lin, but fate's a funny thing some times, and mine has been more peculiar than most.

About four months ago my ship, the I.S.S. Justice, was assigned to hunt down a band of pirates operating in the Sophomoric Reaches on the borders of the former Klingon Empire. They're called the 'Sophomoric Reaches' because, if you go in there, you either show great wisdom in charting your course or going in turns out to have been extremely foolish.

The Justice is an Imperial Galaxy Class ship, an older design but still a respectable workhorse of the fleet. She's no I.S.S. Enterprise but you know, have to start somewhere, and in the four months I had served aboard 'Vulcan's Sword' I had come to admire her strong and flexible design. The Justice is the sixth ship of that name in the fleet, NCC-2615-C her designation, an honor earned when the Constitution Class 'Justice' gave the last full measure of her and her crew's devotion defeating The Planet Killer. The names of every man and woman aboard her on that fateful day are inscribed on Admiral Nelson's Column in Londinium. Ever since there has always been an NCC-2615 "Justice" in service in the fleet or under construction at Utopia Planetia, one of only ten ships to be afforded that honor.

Before we set out in search of the pirates we took on over a thousand Klingon Marines, meaning every birth on the ship had at least four people bunking in it, except the higher officers of course... I was bunked up with one Ensign Skylar T'Vanu Davis, (this dreamy quarter vulcan pacific islander about two years my senior,) and Gunnery-Sergeants Na-kura and Val'mok, a married pair of Klingon Marines.

Things were DULL for the first two weeks, no pirates, precious few away missions, nothing but drills and trying to tune out the sounds of two Klingons having sex just six feet away, and let me tell you, that's not easy. Now, I have to tell you something about myself, I have an abnormally high sex drive: 'Nymphomaniac' used to be the term. I've learned to control myself but having those two screwing like rabbits just a few feet away every night?

So I decided to play a little game. I set my sights on Ensign T'Vanu and started a campaign of seduction. It was a lot of fun, but over all too quickly. He came to my bed quite willingly after I'd been after him only a week. Gods though it didn't shut the Klingons up! We all seemed to get off on being screwing at the same time! Just about the only thing we didn't do was have a four way or swingers club, though I did suggest it to Skylar at one point. He shut the idea down hard though. He said suggesting it to our cabin mates would be a good way to get ourselves killed and I let it drop.

By Two months in Skylar and I were more than just fuck-budies, we were Life Mates. Gods above he can do things to me that no amount of holo-porn can! Just for starters, mind meld sex? If you haven't tried it; DON'T! It will RUIN normal sex for you! Imagine feeling how it is for a guy to plow your fields, whilst and at the same time feeling things from your normal perspective too... You can feel your own pussy contracting around his long veiny shaft from both sides. You know, in a way that is normaly impossible, weather that secret technique you've been practicing in the holo-deck is a winner or a dud. Best of all, you ALWAYS have a simultaneous orgasm! Gods, I'm soaking my panties just thinking about it!

We had just registered ourselves as formal partners with the ship's chaplainate, (permanently assigned to the same ships and quarters), when things went all kinds of sideways for the whole mission...