The attacker was hazy, fuzzy; it looked at first like a large dog. The beast didn't just attack, it tried to...hump you would be the best explanation....Every dream became more graphic, more erotic, as it descended from base contact to heavy petting, from muzzled oral pleasure to full-on mounting. You began waking in a warm sweat, soaked in cum from your own nocturnal emissions. As the days progress, you found yourself thinking more and more about sex, with men, women, and even wild animals! You. Her bra and knickers having been taken off earlier and now were gone. I looked down at her and studied her body in the light for the first time. She was a very beautiful girl with a perfect body. Reluctantly I tucked her in and turned off the light and went to my own bed. My first thoughts were to take her home and fuck her drunken brain out but seeing her lying there helpless I had changed my mind.It was 11 in the morning when she made her appearance in the kitchen. She had a shower for I had. Mum usually wore a short flowery skirt and a T shirt when at home not liking tight confining gear “You OK there son?” she asked reaching to feel my head to see if I had a fever. I turned to answer and could see right up her dress, seeing her white stringy thighs and her pale blue panties and the bulging mound of her pussy with a cute sort of valley up the material. She did have bony knees. Of course Mum had caught my wide eyed glance ... then stare.“You shouldn’t see that until you are. Her dad had warned her itwould be hard to go from the enlisted ranks to the academyand become an officer. He had been right, damn him.Several things compounded her problems with promotion, sheknew. One, because of her exclusive service as a Yeoman toCaptain Kirk, people looked down on her as a Captain's toyand not as another member of Star Fleet. Two, she was abeautiful blond, so people thought she was a bimbo. Ofcourse, that was a curse women of the blonde persuasionhave suffered for.