He would be lover and killer, benefactor and enemy. He would hold her life in his hand and gently show her how absolutely beautiful death could be.It ...as his Purpose. She was his. She just didn't know it yet. He had watched them last night, stood outside the bedroom window and watched as he defiled her. He would pay for that later. But she came first. She had to be made to see that what he did, what he was, was so much more important than what she was doing now. When she saw, when she came to. ” I can’t you. . . . . . . . what are you talking about the uncle. ” she tried to be innocent.I kept her hand on my hardness and her eyes widened when she touched it. I had gone enormous now 7″ long and 3″ thick. She was all red-faced and nervous, of course, she was touching any cock perhaps for the first time and fully hard right now. She was very nervous and couldn’t react. Neither she pulled her hands back nor she held it properly.I was totally fed of her stupid play of being innocent since. The Communications Officer clearly remembered appearing in the transporter room for a brief moment, then a wave of disorientation passed over her as she felt herself fading out once more.When she and the landing party again materialized, they were still in the transporter room, but not on their Enterprise. She, Captain Kirk, Mr. Scott, and Dr. McCoy had been shifted to a parallel dimension.A Universe where there was a warlike Empire instead of a peaceful Federation. A society were cruelty was. The sticky, slick wetness that greets my thigh lets me know that she is wanting me as much as I want her. I slide my leg down and back up so that her clit rubs against my skin. Just as wet, Im afraid my juices are dripping everywhere. We embrace and I let my hand slip down between her legs. As I finger her clit, another finger presses inside. Her hips rise up to push my hand in further and I can feel the walls of her vagina squeezing me. Then she reaches up and pulls a black, leather harness.