The Mind Meld

"I..." I was so filled with rage and pain at that moment that I couldn't think, but summoning the last shreds of my will I mastered my emotions and sat down on the floor. "I can't go on like this brother," I said at last. "The gnawing hunger of it grows worse with each passing day, and soon I feel I will lose myself in it completely. I have held out as far as I could trying to train Ensign Trask to replace me when at last this madness sucks me under, but she's not learning fast enough and growing slower all the time. I NEED help. You seem to be fully in control of your emotions and able to function effectively. If you can teach me how you do that I accept the help you offer only too gladly." I declared, calming myself by slowing my breathing.

"I will provide what help I can brother, but you already know in your heart what you have to do to regain full control." T'vanu said as he put his left hand against my temple and guided my own to his. "My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts, two minds become one." He said, and with a flood of sensation, the two of us were no longer separate beings.

I saw through T'vanu's eyes the madness overtaking his ship. Brawls in the corridors, attempted ****, blood on the deck as Imperial Navy ABC martial arts training was placed against Klingon Batleth combat techniques: the insanity of the first order. He had fought, and he had killed, in the first hours of that bloody three-day civil war, to get back to Linda's quarters and defend her against all comers. But when he got there he found her and two dozen other female ensigns taking shifts to guard the corridors of their sector against the rest of the rampaging crew. It was only pure luck that Linda spotted him first and ordered them to cease fire while they got him behind their lines. He and Linda had gone back to their quarters to rest from their ordeal; one thing had led to another... By purest happenstance, they found the only effective treatment, and even then only for a small fraction of the crew. Mere sex would not stem the effects of the virus, it had to be more than that, there had to be a strong pre-existing emotional connection between the partners for the treatment to be effective: either that or the second partner had to be Minya, probably due to the tailored nature of the virus, though they were still working on the specifics... When he and Linda had realized that his mind had been stabilized she did something incredibly against regulations and hacked the coms system to issue the ship-wide order that all couples in committed relationships were to report to their quarters at once. She saved over one-hundred lives that day.

It took 2 further days for the virus to run its course and kill those men aboard who had not been able to avail themselves of this 'treatment'. Another week passed while Doctor Akira synthesized a nano-serum which would eliminate the contagion, but by then the damage was done. The Virus was able to pass the blood/brain barrier and had ravaged the neural clusters which allowed inhibition of sexual urges: everyone left alive would, until their neural pathways could be repaired, suffer from a permanent state of mild-to-intolerable arousal and heightened sexual appetite. What was worse, the white blood cells developed to fight the virus were mutated somehow, they constantly gave off small doses of dopamine and serotonin, exacerbating the constant arousal state experienced by the crew.

There was, of course, a simple treatment for this: Sex. The massive dump of serotonin and dopamine caused by orgasm triggered chemical changes in the bodies regulatory systems which induced a rapid re-uptake and flush of those chemicals. If you had sex four to five times per day you remained relatively clear-headed and were able to perform your duties adequately.

None of this was helping me however, I already knew these facts, but then things changed.

At First, T'Vanu had tried to white-knuckle things the way I was: too many shifts and a lot of 'exercise'. As he had an existing committed sexual partner he was considered the extremely low priority to receive the nano-grafts which would restore his normal mental equilibrium. Then it was discovered that the bodies of everyone infected rejected and attacked nano-circuitry introduced subsequent to the infection, and the sex toys were added to all duty stations instead as a stopgap. However, Linda, having an existing nano-colony in her brain, was able to 'cure' herself and return to normal. (Which is to say be only about as randy as the average member of the crew AFTER they had been infected, instead of in a constant state of peak arousal...) Because of that, and T'Vanu's instruction in Vulcan meditation techniques for mastering emotional turbulence she encouraged my twin to spread out his attention to help other crew members.

This was where what he thought would help me come into it. He had learned, in the next week or so, to adapt a suite of 11 deep meditation techniques for use maintaining control of his mental and emotional state while having sexual relations with other crew members. T'vanu shared his memories of developing the variations of each one which he was using with me, and I am not at all ashamed to admit the voyeuristic sharing of his sexual experiences was too much for me, causing me to cum in my pants.

He was now 'helping', off and on, no less than 20 crewmembers. Those that had duplicates on my ship included but were not limited to Brevet-Captain Lance, Lieutenant Tiloth, Ensign Amasova, Ensign LaSalle, Ensign Westland, and Lieutenant Santiago; but like our own Ensign Trask, our Corona Santiago was a Neo-Catholic and probably not receptive. However, on at least one score, that might be about to change, because Laura had beamed aboard with him and even now should be in Ensign Trask's Quarters... I was shocked at what I suddenly knew they were planning to do and was about to pull out of the mind meld when the com-chime for the door sounded...