Received: from [66.218.66.94] by n26.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 18 Mar 2004 01:29:01 -0000 X-Sender: sil@sileya.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 56528 invoked from network); 18 Mar 2004 01:28:58 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.218) by m1.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 18 Mar 2004 01:28:58 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta3.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 18 Mar 2004 01:28:58 -0000 Received: from max (as2-d75-rp-psci.psci.net [63.69.225.171]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i2I1Prql013921 for ; Wed, 17 Mar 2004 20:25:53 -0500 Message-ID: <006401c40c88$549edf00$abe1453f@max> To: "ASCEM-S" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1158 X-MIMEOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 63.65.184.2 From: "Sileya" X-Yahoo-Profile: sileya MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Wed, 17 Mar 2004 19:28:33 -0600 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW TNG/DS9 Mind Over Body 1/9 (T/C, T/G) [NC-17] SluFF Reply-To: "Sileya" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: Mind Over Body ~ Adventures of Deanna Troi ~ SluFF Author: Kinko (lisa1759@rcn.com) Series: TNG/DS9 Rating: NC-17 Codes: T/C, T/G, T/B, T/G/B, G/B, T/D, T/W, T/P, T/Du, T/Dmr, T/R Part: 1/9 of Section 1/2 Summery: Enterprise visits DS9 and Deanna, the fearless slut (who'd seemed to be in Phase ever since she began her sexual adventure), gets in to all kinds of trouble. A/N: This is just a part of series of stories I've written as `Adventures of Deanna Troi'. Loosely related to cannon, very loosely and lots of fannon. I hope it fits in for the Sluff, even though I would consider Deanna as a sexually empowering. Warning: lots of het w/little bit of slash & rough sex Archive: Yes, please. Just let me know where. ~Section 1 ~ Part 1 ~ "Are you sure about this place, Doctor?" "Trust me, Deanna. Keiko told me he carried the best and the newest lines of clothing from all over the quadrant. It's run by a Cardassian who just needs the right person to negotiate to get the good price," Dr. Crusher told her friend as she patted her on her ass and added, "You are it." She looked at the doctor and asked, "Are you sure I can handle him? I'd heard rumors that he preferred men." Dr. Crusher shook her head. "Deanna, Sweetie. You don't realize the power you have over people. Besides we're not talking about state secrets. We're talking about a dress for me. Who knows, you might even get a free dress out of it." They walked through the promenade of DS9 amongst various storefronts and located Garak's shop. Dr. Crusher already saw the dress she wanted displayed in the window. "That's the one I want," she pointed to a pin striped dress. "Are you sure? It looks more like men's. Oh, never mind." "Come on, Deanna. Use your charms and get me a good price!" Crusher nudged Deanna by her ass into the store, squeezing them for good luck. As soon as they walked in, they were met by a lanky Cardassian. "Ladies." he greeted, "Welcome to my shop. I am Garak, your friendly tailor. How may I help you?" He had a very nice smile, Deanna thought. "My friend is looking for a dress," the doctor gestured to the petite Betazoid. "Ah! For the Federation gathering this evening?" "Yes," Deanna answered with a smile. "I'd like to make a great impression since I'll be attending with Captain Sisko." "Indeed." Garak liked what he saw. Normally he preferred men but Deanna was beautiful in anyone's eyes. "I believe I have several dresses that will suite you." Then he walked over to the back and brought out two dresses and gestured them to a large dressing room. Deanna walked into the changing room and started to remove her uniform. The doctor quickly came up behind her, "Here, let me help you," and pulled off her top. Crusher watched Deanna's reflection in the mirror with a smile and reached around to grasp her bare breasts. "You are so beautiful, Deanna Sweetie," and began to fondle her. Then she pulled down the uniform completely and began to run her fingers over the crotch of Deanna's thong while trailing kisses down her shoulder. Deanna wasn't sure if this was part of Dr. Crusher's plan but she could see Garak watching them with his piercing eyes while the good doctor continued to play with her body. She moaned, "Please Beverly. we're here to shop." "You're right," the doctor answered and helped Deanna with her first dress. It was a lovely piece, a basic black dress. Deanna turned to Garak and asked, "It is a lovely dress but I'm not sure. What do you think?" He approached and caressed her body in various places to smooth the material. "It is a beautiful piece but I believe that's because of you." "Thank you," she answered with a smile. "But you are a beautiful creature, Commander." "Troi. Counselor Deanna Troi of the Enterprise." Then she reached out to gently caress his shoulder as she added, "But please call me Deanna." Then it dawned on him. "Of cause. You must be the Deanna I'd heard of." Deanna was taken back a little. She wondered if she had a reputation she needed to worry about. "You'd heard of me?" "Yes. The O'Briens' mentioned you to Dr. Bashir, our CMO. They'd said how you'd helped them when they had problems and also Lieutenant Worf spoke highly of you. You must be a wonderful person to impress a Klingon like Worf." But before Deanna and Garak could continue with their conversation, Dr. Crusher lightly tapped her forehead, "Shit! I forgot. I had a meeting at 1400 with my department." Deanna put on her pouty face. "We have to go?" "No, Sweetie. I have to go. You stay and enjoy," then she glanced at Garak and added, "I'm sure you're in good hands," and gave Deanna a deep lingering kiss. She reached around and groped Deanna's ass as she whispered, "Don't forget about the dress in the window," and walked out the store. When they were alone, Garak smiled broadly at Deanna. "Very interesting doctor. She seems to enjoy touching you." "Yes. She's attracted to me. She can't do that all the time on the ship so when we're not, she likes to take advantage." "Ah. then you and the doctor." "No, we're just friends. I just like to have fun. Besides I much prefer men. What about you?" "I prefer beautiful creatures." "A very evasive answer," she teased as she smiled. "I like to call it tactful," he answered as he gestured her back towards the changing room. She returned to the back and pulled off the black dress. Standing only in her thong, she asked, "Can you help me?" "Of course," he answered and picked up the next dress. She stretched her arms up while Garak slid the dress on over her ample breasts, rounded curves and to her feet. This dress clung to every inch of her body that it looked as though it was painted on in deep red but it had intricate cut outs through out, which in reality revealed more of her. She looked at herself in the mirror, while running her hands over the dress, "I love this!" "Yes, red is definitely the color for you. It is the color of passion." He admired her in the dress, which was little tight around her breasts, but it worked well with her body as it squeezed them tightly together. It was also little too long. He kneeled in front of her and picked up the hem. "I could alter this in time." She looked down at Garak as she asked, "What do you think? Would Cardassian males find it attractive?" "Why Cardassian?" "I believe Gul Dukat and his crew will be at the function and I think I better make good impression if we want to continue with the cease fire." "Indeed, they will find you attractive but it won't be the dress they'll be looking at," then he ran his hands up her legs, pulling up the dress. "I believe this will look much better without any undergarments," and slowly pulled off her thong. He smoothed the material over her ass, lingering his touch, "See, much better." "What if I become aroused during the party? I don't want stains to show on the dress," she asked with her mischievous smile. "This material will not show any stains." Then he ran his hands up her legs again, hiking up the dress. "But if you're concerned, we could test it right now," he added as his mouth hovered near her mound. When she answered, "Yes, I believe we should," Garak nudged her legs apart and slowly lapped at her pussy. "Umm." Deanna moaned. She had skilled tongues on her before but this was something else. She wasn't sure if it was just Garak or Cardassians in general. There was roughness and wideness to it but the part she enjoyed the most was the firm tip. "Oh, Garak. this is good. you're very good." she continued to moan, pushing him further into her crotch and when she peaked, she grabbed his head and rubbed herself into his face. Garak lapped and drank every drop of her sweet juice then he looked up with a smile. "You are sweet, Deanna." "Thank you," she answered then caressed his eye ridges as she added, "I think I want to test one more theory." He rubbed his face into her tender hand. "And that would be.?" "How it will stand while I'm being fucked." Garak stood, pulling up the dress. "For that you must remove the dress," and pulled it completely off. Then he unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock that had been throbbing since the moment he laid his eyes on her and held up her leg to guide it to her opening but before he entered, she held him off. "I heard you preferred men." He looked at her with a smile. "Normally. but I also appreciate beautiful creature and indeed you are one," and started to push himself in. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes from the exquisite pressure. "Oh god. it's tight. I forgotten how. woman were." he groaned. When he was buried to the hilt, she informed him, "I hate to tell you this but I'm not like other women." He pulled back slowly with strain on his face. "You're right. You are definitely not like any other woman. You are one of a kind, Deanna," and pushed himself back in. "No wonder Worf spoke highly of you." As he continued with his slow tortures movement, she asked, "What else did he say?" "Please. don't ask me that. not right now. I can't carry on an. intelligent conversation." Then she wrapped her leg tightly around his hip and held him there. "Now tell me." "Please, don't do this to me," he pleaded as he tried to move but was surprised by the strength of her leg. "Okay, Okay. He said he didn't want his wife anywhere near you. That if Dax touched even a single hair on you, someone was going to get hurt and I strongly believe he was not referring to you. Now please, can I move?!" She eased her leg and Garak started his torturous pumping again as he mumbled, "Method you use. to extract. information is amazing. You should. be in Obsidian Order." Then she stopped him again and he looked at her with ire in his eyes. "What now?!" She smiled as she said, "The dress." "It's yours. No charge. Now please let me fuck you!" he begged. She eased her hold and this time he pumped into her vigorously, moaning, "Oh god. this is torture." Deanna rewarded him for her free dress with kisses all over his face. Then he yelled, "Oh shit!" repeatedly as he banged her into the wall with his body and finally yelled out, "Oh god, Deanna!" as he shot his Cardassian seeds into her. He released her leg, panting heavily and leaned into her. "That was good. Better than good." She held Garak's face in her hand and asked, "My friend, Dr. Crusher wants a good price on that dress in the window." Garak laughed resting his forehead on hers. "Deanna, you sure know how to ask for what you want." He held her naked form in his arms, caressing her back as he added, "She could have it for half off. if you come back tonight before the function and let me help you get ready. along with my friend." "Who's your friend?" "Dr. Bashir." She thought about it for a moment then asked, "Half off? .Okay." He smiled as he said, "Tonight," and kissed her using his Cardassian tongue she loved so much. ~TBC~ A/N Hi! This was my first time posting a story here and I hope I did all the codes right. As soon as this post comes out right, I'm planning to post the rest of the story. I'm little nervous because this is my first major erotica and first time writing a minor slash. I hope I did justice. If you like it please let me know and if you don't, any constructive criticism is fine. Thank you! ~ Kinko ~ [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? Fri Mar 19 22:36:36 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n9.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.93]) by sparrow (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1b4xed5vV3NZFjV0 for ; Fri, 19 Mar 2004 19:32:53 -0800 (PST) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-7923-1079753560-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com