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Chapter Four: The Doctor Is In (part 4b)
"Excellent, Major," Beverly Crusher said to her patient, having oddly, and
suddenly, found her professionalism. But it was a different kind of
professionalism. There was no way that Bev could view such an awesome,
complex, beautiful structure as the Cruzer's penis, and not feel
admiration. It was an astounding design. And Bev was now able to face
the powerful sexual potency implicit in just the appearance of the organ.
She wondered idly what it must be like, to possess such a body as the
Major's. Bev carefully took hold of the shaft with her free hand, and was
shocked by how hot Vasquez's penis was.
"Call me Nita," Vas said softly.
"Nita." the doctor repeated. "Nita, I'd like very much to see your knot."
Vas opened her eyes, smiling now in a distinctly sensual way. "Of course,
Bev. Just slip your finger up my asshole; you can't miss the whore's
nest." Vas deliberately used the less clinical language.
Bev laughed mildly. "Whore's nest?" she exclaimed softly.
Vas laughed too, although Bev could now clearly see that the woman was
sexually aroused. Her large, wet nipples were swollen and very red, and
her protective sap had begun to flow, staining the lower curve of each
globe. "Yeah, that what we call it, we double bifurbs: the arrangement
of our twin triprostates. You get a finger up into that nest, and that's
what we act like. . .""
Bev gently slipped her finger into the woman's anus. There, just two
inches inside the rectum, on the anterior side of the rectal wall (towards
the belly), Bev felt Vas' twin triprostate glands. Bev judged each to be
the size of as small, balled fist, or perhaps a large apple; they each
protruded against the rectal wall. And they *throbbed*. Bev was deeply
shocked. Each vibrated and twitched in a manner reminiscent of the human
"Press up into them, Bev; that'll get you my knot."
Bev did as she was told, gently extending her fingertip into the swollen,
throbbing mass. Immediately, Vas gave a small, intense sound of arousal.
"Ohhh, Jesus!" Vas breathed softly, swallowing hard. Bev watched with
silent awe as the huge knot slipped from the slitted sheath, to reveal
itself proudly for her examination. It was simply huge. Additionally,
with every gentle prod of Vas' triprostate glands, thin semen would bubble
from her penis, wetting the whole of the shaft and Bev's
synthitex-sheathed hand. As gently as she could, Bev slid her finger
between the two glands, and hooked her finger around behind it.
"Unnnhhh!" Vas grunted forcefully, but Bev was right there to calm her.
"That's it, relax Nita, You have a node on the gland that was speared by
the Klingon." Vas grunted again as the doctor gently probed the tense
organ. There was a squirting sound, as Vas sprayed the left side of
Beverly's face with a hot splatter of fluid from her upper urethral
opening. A trickle of blood was now issuing from the lower cleft, which
the doctor noted mentally. She took no notice of the semen crawling down
her cheek. "I think it's just scar tissue, but it could be a incipient
tumor. Do you think I could probe a little deeper without hurting you?"
Vas looked at the doctor with eyes an intensity the likes of which Crusher
had *never* seen before, as if the redhead had probed her finger directly
into Vas' soul. Perhaps the doctor had just asked Vas to give up a little
of it to her. "I-I-I can't be sure," Vas gasped in a strained whisper,
obviously barely able to speak, "But I think I'm going to come all over
you if you touch me there again." Bev noted that the woman's teeth were
now bared, and she was breathing, almost panting, hard and fast. However,
more worrisome for Bev was the fact that the cleft of Vas' lower urethra
was now drooling a continuous stream of semen-flecked blood. If Vas were
to have an orgasm now, it might cause a hemorrhage. The doctor, with
exceeding care, gently slipped her finger from between the twin glands,
pausing to give each a very gentle caress, which elicited a soft moan from
Beverly carefully draped the supple length of Vas' thick, moist penis over
the woman's right thigh. As she examined the muscular young Cruzer, she
was moved to sympathy for her. The woman lay, trembling and sweating
profusely, in a position of emotional and sexual vulnerability, trusting a
doctor who was going to have to hurt her a little to make her better.
Vas' right thigh was now streaked with blood, but the drooling discharge
from her lower urethra had cleared somewhat, and now more closely matched
the slippery, clear fluids oozing from the upper cleft.
"Nita, I have an idea which you probably won't like, but which I think
will allow me to examine both your triprostates in detail.
Vas was looking at the blood staining her thigh. "What do you want to
When Beverly told her, Vas was more than a little skeptical, but she
really did trust the rather matronly doctor. So, shortly, Beverly had the
computer replicate a very specialized piece of equipment. It was a
microsensor array, about the size of Beverly's little fingertip, which
was, unfortunately, the smallest possible size for such a device, given
where Beverly needed to insert it. It was connected to a sensor readout
by a flexible hard-wired cable of a similar, but slightly smaller diameter
than the sensor itself. The doctor began to lubricate the entire length
of the unusual instrument.
"I can't believe I'm letting you do this," Vas said skeptically, eying the
tube, with small sensor-bulb at the tip, suspiciously. How's this gonna
go down, again?"
"It's all right, Nita," Doctor Crusher soothed. "I think you'll be
surprised at how little pain there is associated with entry; you might
even find the sensation pleasurable. However," she paused, just for a
moment, before continuing, "I would like you to masturbate yourself to a
full erection; it will make insertion easier.
Vas looked at the doctor, trying to judge what was going through her mind.
The doctor was now openly examining Vas' unusual penis, which was now
curving down from its sheath to hang between her legs, semi-hard and
dripping blood-flecked semen onto the floor. "Can I have some of that
Together, Vas and Beverly worked to get Vas' penis firm enough so that the
doctor could slip her sensor probe into the lower urethral slit of Vas'
penis, and slide it all the way down into Vas' left-side triprostate
gland. Once the sensor array was inside the gland, Bev would be able to
conduct a microscan of the surrounding tissues with relatively little
interference from the Cruzer's bone structure. The whole trick was
getting it in there. To that end, Vas took her penis in her own hands
while Beverly began squeezing lubricant gel all over the glans. Vas used
both hands to spread it all over the shaft. "Squeeze out some more,
that's it, yeah," Vas coached, until the whole of the shaft, including the
exposed knot, glistened with slime. Vas carefully released her sluggish
penis, allowing it to drape over her right thigh.
"O.K., I want you to squeeze the whole rest of the tube into my hands,"
Vas asked, cupping her hands together. Somewhat skeptically, Bev did as
Vas requested, until Vas was holding a veritable handful of thick
lubricant gel. Without further ado, Vas began spreading it all over her
belly, from her navel to her cock. Seeing Bev's questioning look, Vas
responded simply, "I find this erotic as hell." Vas then began to slowly
massage her hairy belly with both hands, sliding her fingers over the
ridges of her abdominal muscles, dipping into her navel, but especially
sifting through the slimy pubic hair surrounding her cock and trailing up
to her stomach. "Just something about it. . ." she murmured, obviously
getting into it..
Bev had to admit that watching this woman caressing her own slimy belly,
so obviously enjoying it, was making her feel decidedly *odd*. Vas was
looking at her as she caressed herself. Her penis was indeed beginning to
erect, and now, instead of hanging straight down at the floor, jutted out
at a 45 degree angle downward. "Are those the little injuries that you
told me about," the doctor asked quietly. Other than her voice, the only
sound in the room was that of Vas' slippery hands sliding over her belly
in slow, erotic circles. The doctor pointed to the ring of small
punctures encircling her shaft at the base, near the knot.
Vas responded immediately, gently mindfucking the redhead with her words.
"I was giving myself head," she purred, "and I got carried away; I had
just entered stud phase and I started tasting all that live sperm. It
blew my mind. . ." Vas continued the mindfuck. "Sweet and tangy one
minute, salty and gamy the next, all at once. I think I blew my
girlfriend's mind, too." Vas saw Crusher's eyebrows arch. --There, I've
planted it in her mind: lesbian sex. Let's see how cool she can be-- Vas
slid her hands up to her tits, and began caressing her nipples, spreading
the lubricant all over her breasts. Her entire muscular, butch torso now
*gleamed*. "Please, Bev," Vas asked in a low, richly accented voice,
"Take off those gloves and rub my cock for me. . ."
Vas truthfully had no idea how Bev would respond. The woman was over 15
years older than she was, outranked her, wasn't even the same species!
The the simple fact was that Vas really wanted Bev's hands on her body,
and had since the moment she'd met her in person. She watched the woman,
so incredibly different from herself, and suddenly realized that this was
what it was all about: exploring strange new world, boldly going.
Starfleet was all about pushing the envelope, even moreso than the
Marines. If an older, conservative woman like Doctor Crusher, and a butch
weapon like herself could share something this private, having just met
literally two hours before, then Vas was sure that she was in for the
greatest adventure of her life.
It was with acute arousal that Vas watched Bev slowly slip off the gloves,
and touch her hot, slimy penis with her bare hands. Bev wore the most
unusual look Vas had ever seen on a woman, sort of surprised decadence.
"Hey," Vas called softly to Bev, "What are you thinking?"
Bev considered a moment, as if unsure herself, while she oh-so-slowly
slipped her hands up and down the length of Vas' dripping penis. She
looked like she was using her sense of feel for the very first time. "I
thinking how much someone I know would also enjoy this. . ."
"You mean Counselor Troi?"
Bev looked shocked for just a moment, before laughing lightly, a musical
sound that seemed to help her relax significantly. "Yes, I mean Dee."
Vas directed Bev to apply some more lubricant to her already slippery
penis. As she gently rubbed the gel all over the dripping glans, Vas
said, "I'd really love to get into a threesome with you and her. I've
heard she's gorgeous." Vas could tell she was really turning the redhead
on, and yet the doctor remained semi-detached from what she was doing, as
if clinging to some permanently professional part of herself. Vas found
it rather kinky; once a doctor, always a doctor. "But right now, I'd like
you to feel up my knot."
Bev became fascinated, clinically, with the huge bulb, squeezing it very
gently, causing Vas to moan openly. "Ohh, shit! That feels so good,
Bev," the Cruzer groaned softly, watching the doctor masturbate her. Vas
was now rock-hard, but was reluctant to let this moment pass. "Am I still
"A little," Beverly observed, wiping her finger gently over the lower
cleft. The semen issuing from it was pink. "I'm worried about that node.
"So am I, lover." Vas could seen the shudder that ran through Bev upon
being called that. Vas slid her hands down to her erection, and together,
the two women caressed the gleaming, rigid shaft, with Bev rubbing and
squeezing the knot, and Vas stroking the foreshaft and glans. "Get your
toy, and let's see what we can see. . ."
Bev's hand left Vas' cock reluctantly, but returned with the sinister
looking device. Bev attached the monitor unit to a mounting hook on the
chair where she and Vas could both see it. She then paid out the catheter
cable, and relubricated it thoroughly. She did *not* want to hurt Vas.
"Hold yourself up for me," Bev said, moving the sensor probe's penetrator
to the glistening glans of the Cruzers penis. She positioned it at the
"Ready?" the doctor whispered.
"Go for it, baby."
Without further ado, Bev slipped the tip of the probe into Vas lower
urethra, and began to thread it down the long shaft. Vas bucked once,
during initial penetration, watching captivated as the lubricated tube
followed the sensor array into her dick. Bev went slowly, and was pleased
to note that after a moment of puzzlement on Vas face, she slowly went
back to caressing her lubricated belly. Every so often, the Cruzer would
issue an odd, feral little moan from deep in her throat, as if unsure
whether she was in pain or feeling pleasure.
"Oh, Nita, you're doing great! It's halfway there."
Vas watched the supple gray tube slipping into the head of her cock.
Semen was bubbling out from around the thick shaft of the probe, hopefully
helping to lubricate its passage. She also noticed that the flow of semen
from her upper urethra had doubled; however, whereas she normally squirted
the semen, it was now sluggishly drooling from the orifice
"Fuck! That's intense!" Vas called softly. Holding her cock by its base,
just ahead of the knot, she felt the bulb of the sensor array slip under
her fingers as it continued its journey into her loins. As the long tube
slipped deeper into her penis, she marveled at the sensation. It was
painful, to be sure, but Vas could easily handle it, and just behind the
pain lurked an odd, itchy pleasure. It was one of the weirdest sensations
she'd ever felt.
"How are you doing, Nita?" Doctor Crusher asked her. "Are you in much
"Nothing I can't handle, believe me," Vas assured her. She experimentally
began to slide her hands up and down the firm shaft of her well-lubricated
(both inside and out) penis, showing no self-consciousness at all over the
doctor's presence. "Actually, you might have been right; it feels really
kinky, kind of good. . ." Vas watched the probe with interest. "How much
have I taken?"
Beverly laughed lightly. "Trying to set a record?" She looked at the
calibration mark on the hardwire tube where it emerged from Vas' urethra.
"About twelve inches; the sensor array just passed through your knot.
Now, another two inches or so, and it will lodge directly in your left
triprostate." Beverly looked serious for a moment. "There could be some
pain; would you like something for it?"
The look Vas gave Crusher spoke volumes for how she felt about
painkillers. Vas began to feel a burning heat deep in her belly, and she
felt the urge to urinate. Vas put her head back, and continued to gently
massage her penis with one hand, as the probe slid ever deeper, while she
caressed her belly with the other, scratching the wet pubic hair
Suddenly, Vas experienced a sharp, hot lance of pain in her loins, from
somewhere just behind her penis. Vas hissed softly, accepting the
discomfort. The pain grew somewhat, causing Vas to readjust her breathing
to compensate. Along with the pain, there was a fierce, burning itch that
actually shot up the length of her shiny penis. "Good girl, almost there.
. ." the doctor soothed, holding the leaking glans steady as the probe
penetrated to the deepest position. Finally, with a sharp cry of surprise
from Vas, the probe's sensor tip seated properly in Vas' triprostate, and
began sending back data.
Beverly studied the monitor for several minutes while Vas toyed with her
other urethral cleft, sliding her fingertip back and forth over the
slippery slit. "Well, Nita," Bev began at last, "I believe you're in
"No, just some latent tissue and arterial damage from your rape. I have
several drugs which should start to clear that up. The node was just a
small mass of scar tissue that formed over one of the punctures." The
doctor smiled ruefully. "Now, all we have to do is remove the probe."
"Don't worry about it, Bev," Vas consoled her. "I trust you."
As it turned out, the removal was *quite* painful for Vas. Bev admired
how the woman stood up to pain, keeping her body absolutely still while
the probe slowly emerged. Finally, the bulb-tip of the sensor array
slipped free of the hot, red flesh, whereupon the lower urethra issued a
small fountain of blood. "It's all right Nita," Crusher soothed her
patient. "That's normal, it's just incidental trauma." Bev, hesitatingly
at first, but then more boldly, reached out to touch the Cruzer's sweaty,
slippery belly, and gently began to rub the smooth, caramel skin, toying
lightly with the black, bristly pubic hair. "That's it, relax. It's all
over." Rubbing in slow concentric circles, she watched the Cruzer slowly
reach up to cup her breasts. She slid a finger across her swollen right
nipple, collecting a large drop of thick sap, which she then proceeded to
lick clean. Then, watching Bev with half-lidded eyes, she slipped her
finger over her left nipple, and offered the sap to the doctor.
Moving almost in slow motion, Bev leaned forward, sniffing at the finger
offered to her. The sticky residue smelled sweet and musky, not at all
unpleasant. The heady musk of Vas' body now thickly filled the small
room, and the tiled floor between the woman's legs was spattered with
semen, urine, and blood. For a moment more, Bev considered the finger,
and just as Vas was going to take it away, the doctor surprised her by
closing her mouth over the digit, licking it free of the secretion.
Without any words, Bev rose slowly from the stool between Vas legs.
Walking over to the medical replicator, she ordered several hypos of
specialized drugs. Returning, she administered them through Vas' right
"I need a few days to think about this," Bev said simply, obviously
referring to the possibility of sex between she and Vas. Vas could see
that she was clearly aroused, her nipples visible through the fabric of
"I understand completely, Bev," Vas responded, trying to lend her some
support, wondering if she'd gone too far with the woman. "I didn't mean
to push you just then; I'm sorry if I did. If it happens, it happens. If
not," Vas paused, "then we're still compadres, si?"
"Talk it over with Deanna; have her come by and talk to me. If you'd like
to. . . be with me together, if that would be easier, then great. If you
decide you'd like to start something with me, then I don't have to say
anything while it happens." Vas watched the doctor's face closely.
"Also, If you or Deanna have any sexual fantasies you'd like to act out
with me, or anything you'd like to do with me, just let me know."
"I will," Beverly replied in a small voice. "But right now, you should
avoid having an orgasm for at least a week, while your triprostate heals.
It's been damaged for a long time, and it won't heal overnight." Then, a
twinkle came back into the doctor's eye. "But," she encouraged, "I think
that when you're fully recovered, you'll find that your sexual appetites
and virility will be significantly increased."
Vas smiled warmly. "I was wondering about that. When I was young, I used
to be able to. . ." Vas paused suddenly, realizing that the doctor was
cool, but perhaps not *that* cool. "Uh, maybe some other time."
Both women laughed genuinely, and Vas knew she'd made another good friend
on the ship. She longed to ask her about Hicks. . .