Success!

"Greetings, alien vessel," Minya said in a voice that gave me shivers - it was as if someone had channeled pure sensuality into spoken words. "It is good that we find each other, here in the cold and lonely dark of space, for my people offer warmth and companionship. What we have to give is the pleasures of the senses, and all we ask in return is a fair payment for our services. We are lost in this part of space, our ship damaged and in need of fuel and supplies -"

"Captain!" Davis whispered from a console at the side of the bridge, "the Borg... they're slowing down!"

"Drop out of warp," I commanded, "and lower the shields."

"Captain!" Kokura nearly shouted.

"Do it!" I insisted. "We need to sell this - a brothel ship doesn't run away and hide from potential customers." Besides, I thought to myself, we only look like Minya's vessel at long range... once they're close enough to see past the sensor ghost we're projecting at them...

"We can see that you are a mighty and powerful race," Minya continued, "and we ask so little in exchange for the sensuous wonders we can provide to you..."

The stress of the situation, coupled with the unbearable allure of Minya's voice and the lingering effect of the virus, was threatening to overwhelm my composure. I glanced around the bridge - Kokura clenched the back of her chair so tightly that her arms shook, Amasova couldn't stop the tears streaming down her cheeks, and Lieutennant Green had pulled her knees up to her chest, shivering as if freezing cold. Ensign Davis wore the impenetrable Vulcan mask that I had come to recognize as his means of keeping iron control, but even so, I could see the emotional war waging behind his eyes. I struggled mightily to maintain decorum, but I couldn't hold out for long.

"Let us show you what we can do for you... let us approach your vessel, come alongside, and meet you face-to-face -"

Suddenly, the image of the Borg Cube streaked off the side of the tactical display - back in the direction they had come from.

It took about two seconds for the penny to drop, and then -

"We DID it!" Amasova squealed, and leaped from her chair to throw her arms around First Officer Kokura, almost bowling the taller woman over with her enthusiasm.

The tension drained out of me so quickly, I felt as if I might faint. Instead, I took Minya's hands, and said to her, "Thank you for our lives, Minya."

She stood from my chair, and I noticed for the first time that her eyes were exactly level with my own - eyes that shone a deep, iridescent emerald green. "It was my pleasure, Captainlance," she purred.

What happened next, I couldn't have stopped any more than I might have halted an exploding sun. I pulled Minya to me and kissed her with all the fervent passion built up within me, holding her as if she were my lover who I never wanted to let go. She responded and deepened our kiss by opening her mouth and sliding her tongue into mine, and I felt a rush of desire, a need to touch her, to be touched by her, to share my body in all the ways I could.

The Starfleet officer was gone, and in her place was a woman driven almost mad with lust.

Minya had us both undressed in what seemed like a heartbeat, which was fortunate, because I doubt I could have managed it in the state I was in. Her breasts were warm and full against my naked skin, her lips caressed my neck and then sucked at my hard nipples, and I moaned shamelessly as her hand found my sex and began to expertly rub my sensitive clit in slow, tiny circles.

Without warning, I felt the rush of climax. My body stiffened and I cried out loud as Minya made me come, harder and stronger than I ever had before in my life. I nearly passed out from the overwhelming sensation of ecstatic release.

Slowly, my senses returned to me. I became aware of myself, squeezed into one side of the Captain's chair with Minya beside me, our legs intertwined, our bodies pressed together, our lips locked in a lover's kiss. I also began to hear the moans and muffled cries of the bridge crew, as they released the same tensions with each other.

I pulled reluctantly away from Minya, opened my eyes. Kokura and Amasova lay on the floor in front of me, or rather, Kokura lay on the floor while Amasova lay on top of her with her legs spread over the dark woman's face, the two of them licking and sucking at each other's pussies. Ensign Davis, his enforced calm blown to pieces, had bent Lieutenant Greene over the helm and was thrusting into her from behind while someone else, I couldn't tell who, knelt below them and licked at the place where they joined together. Behind me, I heard the sounds of other bridge crewmembers engaged in similar activities.

I knew there was no point in ordering them to stop - I doubted they would even hear me. My concern was for the ship, as this same scenario was probably playing out on every deck, and I imagined there remained not a single crewmember doing their duty. I had to do something to protect us from ourselves.

"Minya, please come into my ready room," I whispered to her. She nodded, kissed me again, and we left the orgiastic scene on the bridge.

In my ready room, I immediately activated the console on my desk and said, "Emergency protocol Psi Two-Thousand, crew is compromised. Initiate yellow alert, and engage at Warp Six along our last heading. Authorization Lance Seven Omega Five. Execute."

The engines hummed through the deck beneath my feet, and the stars out the nearby window became streaks of light as the ISHTAR entered warp. I breathed a sigh of relief as we put the Borg that much further behind us, and sat down heavily in my chair, noting the unusual feel of the soft surface on my naked skin. I'd left my uniform in a crumpled heap on the bridge, but that was way down on my list of things to worry about.

"I've just locked the ship's control panels and vital functions to ensure that no one accidentally pushes the wrong button," I explained to Minya. "The ship will keep cruising at warp six until it detects a Class M planet or a ranking officer gives the unlock code. It would have been nice if Captain Gunther had been able to engage the protocol before he succumbed to the virus... we might not have been stuck out here."

Minya nodded. I wasn't sure she actually understood, and I didn't really know why I felt it necessary to explain it to her in the first place.

"So, for the moment, we don't have a crisis to deal with," I continued, "and I think we should have a talk, you and I."