Written by Sadie Maxwell

"Please, Wesley. No more."

Ensign Wesley Crusher of the ISS Enterprise leaned back, stroking his trim brown moustache. One meter above him, Nurse Ursula Lewis writhed in pleasure/pain, victim of her own relentless ambition. Crusher raised the levels on the null-grav sensitizer, stifling his grin.

The lovely woman squealed with the new wave of sensations, rolling gracefully in mid-air to stare down at him. "Oh, God, it's too much. Make it stop."

Crusher admired the sight of her luscious nude body. Lewis hovered above him in a fetal position, her strong legs squeezed tightly together, crushing her frantically moving hands between her thighs. Dark curls streamed wildly as she tossed her head in ecstacy. Her full breasts jutted out over her forearms, nipples erect. The alien blue light of the anti-grav beam lit her pale skin.

"Just a few more measurements, Nurse Lewis," he said, keying an equation into his hand-held computer. "I can't thank you enough for helping me with my biology experiment."

"No probl... oh, my... Wesley!"

Crusher raised the levels one step higher, secretly delighting in the mixture of agony and arousal on the older woman's face. "I'm almost done."

"Aaagh! Wesley, please!" She was just above him now, her expression a queer combination of ecstacy and hysteria. "Stop it, I can't take any more.

Damn! Crusher felt the hardness forcing against his trousers. Normally, he preferred to draw out his "experiments," but Lewis' undulating body was too inviting. The importance of his work was no reason to deny himself a bit of pleasure now and then. Rolling off the bed, he disengaged the beam. The nurse fell panting onto the hard mattress.

"Thirty seconds!" She pushed herself onto all fours, barely concealing the venom in her voice. "You said `thirty seconds,' not five minutes." You little shit.

Crusher fumbled with the front of his trousers, still playing the innocent. "I'm sorry, Nurse Lewis. The data were coming so fast, I lost track of the time." He loosened the fastenings surreptitiously. "I almost have enough information to determine the level to which sensitivity is heightened at zero-g."

"I'll show you, you little bast..." She crawled toward him, reaching for the controls, then stopped, suddenly eye level with his full erection.

Crusher took a deep, calming breath. Always they underestimated him. Here he was, son of the late Jack Crusher, a genius, soon to be one of the most notorious men in the Empire ... and still they underestimated him!

Lewis gaped at him for a long moment, her mouth open, jaws slack. Crusher touched her long raven curls tentatively, subtly pushing her lips towards his straining cock. Since she's already in position, why not give her a little hint?

Lewis took the bait, greedily sucking in the bobbing head. Crusher longed to force it down her pretty throat, but he had learned his lessons well. A little patience reaps enormous rewards.

He pulled the organ away, blushing profusely on command. "Nurse Lewis, what are you doing?"

She looked up at him incredulously. "You mean, no one's ever done this to you?"

Crusher shook his head. "I'm sorry, Nurse Lewis. I got carried away. It's just you're so beautiful..."

Lewis smothered a feral grin, pulling him down on the bed. "Call me Ursula." The nurse thanked the gods for this good fortune - a virgin! It was common knowledge that the insipid Dr. Crusher doted on her weasel of a son. She'd gain access to the mother's power through the boy. That head nurse's job was hers already!

Trailing one hand down the boy's chest, Lewis grasped his erect organ. "It's OK, Wesley," she purred as the lad quivered nervously below her. "I'm not angry with you." She leaned over to kiss him firmly on the lips, her technologically-aroused body shaking in anticipation. She'd take the boy - enjoy the taking - and then he'd do anything she wanted.

"Wha.. what are you doing?" he asked, a slight tremor in his voice.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll be very gentle with you." She tightened her grip on his cock and began pumping slowly up and down on the shaft. To her amazement, the iron hard cylinder grew even harder in her hands. Her tempo quickened, and Crusher began to moan.

Remembering his inexperience, she slowed her pace. Don't want to send him over the edge too quickly. Lewis rubbed hard between her legs, her impatience growing. Stupid kid'll probably come in two seconds anyway.

"Oh, Nurse Lewis, this is wonderful. I feel like I'm about to explode!"

Crusher crawled between her legs, pasting a shy, embarrassed smile on his face. "I...I think so."

"Good. You're such a sweet boy." She drew him down to her, positioning his cock against her opening. "Now, Wesley. You know what to do."

"Slow down, darling. Remember what I said. Don't explode. You mustn't explode!"

"Don't worry, Wesley." Lewis said through clenched teeth. "It's all right."

"I'm sorry," came the muffled sob. "I tried."

The nurse gritted her teeth in exasperation. There'd better be some truth to the one about youthful stamina. "We can try again. Would you like that?"

Crusher looked up at her, his face wide-eyed and tear-streaked. "Do you mean it?"

She put her arm around the shaking boy. "Of course I do." She pulled him into a voracious kiss. "I'm going to teach you all sorts of wonderful things." She leaned over, taking his soft cock between her lips, fantasizing about getting him on the operating table just once. She had just teased him to a semi-erect state when a loud buzz interrupted them. "Damn, is it that late? I have to go to work. If I'm late, your mother will kill me."

She may just kill you anyway. As he watched the older woman slither into her uniform, Crusher felt another tug at his groin. Part of him wanted to assure her that his mother was safely occupied in the slimy arms of Jean-Luc Picard, but he held his tongue. Lewis blew him a quick kiss and wiggled out of the cabin. Crusher sighed. He was already tiring of her. She was lovely, no doubt; but if she thought she could gain his influence with one quick tumble, she was out of her pretty head. His loyalties didn't come that cheap.

Leaning over to retrieve a small remote control from his dresser, he pointed it directly in front of him and pressed. Two holographic images appeared before him, copulating noisily. Crusher watched with lazy disinterest as the holo Beverly knelt before the holo Picard, greedily sucking in his cock. How can she stand to touch that snake? A film of blood clouded Crusher's eyes as the holo Picard pulled roughly on the holo Beverly's hair, forcing his cock deeply down her throat.

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That's another level of agony, Picard. The Enterprise captain thought him merely a boy. But when the sensitizer was completed, and with Counsel Troi's help, Jean-Luc Picard would rue the day he'd ever heard the name "Crusher." Each insult thrown at Wesley would be repaid tenfold when his father's death was avenged. An image of Picard's withered body, writhing in agony, surrounded by cool blue light, mingled with the pornographic images displayed before him. Crusher grinned tightly. "You'll pay, Picard."

Getting bored with the drama before him, Crusher pushed a button on the remote. The holo faded away, only to be replaced by another, more tantalizing tableau. A holographic Commander Data knelt on the floor with a holographic Deanna Troi's legs wrapped around his shoulders, long fingers tangled in his hair.

Crusher sat up, his turgid penis twitching at the sight of the beautiful Betazoid's face tilted back, eyes closed in passion. The holo Data grasped her buttocks, and the woman screamed, bucking against the android. Fascinating, Counsel. The android flicked his tongue with lightning speed against the woman's clit, driving her into a picture-perfect orgasm. Why are you playing with toys, Counsel, when you could have a real man? Crusher left the question unasked. Deanna Troi was her mother's daughter - sexy, but too dangerous for any bullshit.

All too soon, the holos separated. The holo android grinned stupidly, holding up a small shiny penny. The Betazoid laughed, patting Data affectionately on the head.

Crusher sighed. He'd been wanting to nail that woman for two years. When Picard was safely out of the way and Riker followed, maybe...

I'm going to have to find a new routine. Not that the virgin act hadn't served him well. In the two years since he'd lost it to the inimitable Mrs. Troi, Crusher had gotten more women horizontal than he'd ever dreamed possible. Still gaping at Deanna Troi's feline body, he shivered in remembrance. The mother had definitely given him a taste for the daughter.

It would not be wise, however, to let Mrs. Troi know that. Lwaxana's enemies had a way of "disappearing" suddenly. Two years ago, his mother had almost fallen victim to Ambassador Troi's "craftsmanship." Crusher knew that he was the only reason his mother was alive today.

Mrs. Troi had been furious - Picard had rejected her twice; first for Beverly Crusher, then for Crusher's replacement. It was the lucky idiot who said "no" to a Betazoid and lived to tell the tale. And Picard was definitely an idiot; the elder Betazoid had certain pleasure-enhancing techniques...

There was a lot to be learned from a woman with telepathic abilities. Crusher smiled, remembering the Mrs. Troi's "lessons." She'd discovered him acting out a holodeck fantasy and figured there were more ways than one to get even with a rival.

Crusher smiled. Mrs. Troi certainly had a flair for teaching. She'd given him some excellent advice in the "lessons" that followed - 'Never let on how much experience you have. Nothing turns a woman on more than the thought that she's corrupting an innocent youth.' Lwaxana, how right you are.

Crusher clicked off the holo and threw the remote into the dresser. He had just enough time to pull up his trousers and plop down before the computer terminal when his mom stormed into the cabin.

"Hi, Mom," he chirped. She glared at him for a moment, not saying a word. "Rough day?"

Dr. Crusher took a deep breath and said evenly, "Aren't you supposed to be in class?"

"I still have a few more minutes." He fixed an innocent smile on her until her expression softened slightly.

Dr. Crusher took a quick breath, her face brightening. "Wes, I need your help." She held out her hands maternally to him. "Will you help your mother?" She smiled, a dark glint of humor in her eyes.

"Of course, Mom." He rose quickly and gave her a respectful peck on the cheek. "Anything." If it involves beating the crap out of Picard, that is.

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Wesley Crusher watched as the Vulcan ship exploded before his eyes. He punched in a new set of commands, and the holograph reappeared, spinning innocently before him.

Something was wrong. Something was seriously wrong here. Crusher replayed the events of the last few days back in his mind. He'd helped his mother break into Guinan's cabin... nothing unusual there. After she returned, however, everything went crazy. Guinan, whom he'd expected to find in slivers on her cabin floor, still lived. His mother, whom Crusher thought he knew like a book, was acting very mysterious, alternately angry, maternal and bitchy.

Crusher punched in another command, and the holographic ship lurched. He hated when his mother got moody; it made her unpredictable, too difficult to manipulate.

"Wake up, Crusher." Geordi LaForge's voice cut through his musings. "If you want to day dream, go jerk off on the holodeck."

"Eat my..."

"I don't care who your mommy's screwing. Nobody wastes my time and gets away with it."

Poor Geordi. Ever since I broadcast that little gang-bang he and Singh had with the late Chief Engineer, he's been so nervous. He smiled calmly at the current Engineer. It's not my fault she was balling Picard, too. If LaForge's VISOR had not detected the poison, his body would be floating in space with hers. Too bad.

Crusher peered up at the Engineer. "You know, it'd be a shame if the polarity on your VISOR was reversed. You could fall into an empty turbo shaft or something."

"You try it and you'll sing first soprano for the rest of your life, Smart Boy."

"In your dreams, assho..."

"Ensign Crusher, report immediately to Counsel's Office."

Crusher practically leapt out of his seat. Remembering where he was, he sneered at LaForge. "Looks like you're off the hook this time." He sauntered to the door. "Watch out for empty turbo shafts."

LaForge glared as the boy exited. "Spoiled brat."

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Deanna Troi was leaning back in her chair when Crusher arrived, her shapely, booted legs crossed and propped up on the desk. The voluminous skirt she wore fell in soft folds at her sides, revealing her bare thighs.

"Lieutenant Troi, I can explain."

She locked those cold black eyes on him. "Explain," she said softly.

"I would've had the sensitizer ready, but I needed to make a few more adjustments. It still burns out on the higher settings. I'll have it for you soo..."

"Don't bother. Because of your plodding efforts, we've been discovered."

"I didn't tell any..."

Troi studied the boy. He was a little young for her taste, but useful. Carefully nurtured, that brain might come in handy someday. Unfortunately, her plot to oust Picard and replace him with Riker had been discovered before she could fully develop Crusher's potential as an ally. "Irrelevant. Picard is already planning your demise."

Crusher sneered. "Like he murdered my father? This isn't an unsuspecting comrade he's betraying. I'm ..."

But the bereaved son scenario was getting old. "Yes, yes, Wesley Crusher, boy genius, master avenger. Don't waste my time with your petty egocentricity. Your part in this matter is over. A position has...opened up at the Academy. You leave tonight."

"But..."

"No arguments. You had your chance, and you blew it. `Let me kill him,' you said." She smiled. "You've had weeks, and you wasted them picking up women."

"But my father..."

"Will be just as dead in four years as he is now. The question is, do you join him in Hell now or later?" She silenced his protests with an chilling stare. "You will be beamed to a Betazed freighter which will transport you safely to the Academy. See that you are prepared."

"Why?" he asked. "Why are you doing this?"

"Perhaps you are more useful to me alive." She swept her legs off the desk, standing, hands clasped loosely before her. "Perhaps I've worked too hard getting Riker where he is to have my ambitions destroyed by an incompetent child." She sidled up to him, trailing one long nail down his torso. "Perhaps I like the idea of having you owe me."

Troi slipped her finger under the gathered waist of his tunic, delighting as his flat stomach flinched violently inward. She grazed his soft skin with her nail. "And you do owe me, Crusher."

Her icy black eyes were inescapable; she circled him, guiding him with one finger until his back was to the desk.

"Wha... what do you mean?" As a matter of habit, Crusher pasted on his confused baby-faced look of surprise. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Troi pushed him back on the desk top, snarling. "I don't have time for your crap." She kissed him roughly.

"Counsel, what are you doing?" He batted his eyes fiercely. Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby!

Cupping his bulge firmly, Troi leered at him and tightened her grip. "I don't buy that innocent routine for one second."

Crusher winced with pain. Oh, shit! Well, since you're going to die anyway... "Neither did your mother." Grasping her tightly, Crusher pulled the tiny woman to him, crushing his lips against hers, tearing at the cloth of her uniform. Without warning, he found himself flat on his back, a small laser knife just below his chin. Crusher swallowed hard.

The Betazoid laughed. "Good, then we can skip the preliminaries." She knew, of course, of her mother's brief affair with the boy. Any man broken in by Lwaxana Troi would definitely be worth her effort. When Crusher tried to sit up, she forced him back down. "Now Wesley, that wasn't very nice. I want you to be a nice boy and do exactly what I say." Troi's voice mocked him, honey and acid, the very same voice Nurse Lewis had used only hours before. Crusher simply nodded, never taking his eyes off the knife. "Good. Now take off your clothes."

Not daring to hesitate, Crusher pulled off his boots, trousers and tunic. A wave of the knife and he slipped off the underwear, too.

"Excellent. You're a very pretty boy." Troi took his chin in her hands and tilted his head up. "Kiss me," she ordered softly. Crusher leaned against her, forcing his lips against hers. "Not so hard," she scolded, pinching one of his nipples.

Troi held him down with one slim hand and took the nipple between her teeth. Biting gently, she then licked it erect. Crusher's obvious embarrassment only served to fuel her desires. She trailed her tongue down his firm, young torso, taking his hardening penis between her lips, slowly teasing him to full erection.

She felt his cock twitching in her mouth and reached into his mind again. Not this time, kid. She pulled her lips away from his trembling penis.

"Don't," she ordered in a soft, menacing voice. "Remember," she warned, still mimicking Nurse Lewis' syrupy tone, "you mustn't explode. If you feel like exploding," Troi scratched the underside of his cock roughly with one sharp nail. "Think of something else." It was not a suggestion.

The Betazoid released Crusher, rising to sit on his abdomen. She stretched her legs until one spiked heel was on either side of the boy's face. With the skill of an Olympic gymnast, she spread her legs into a full split and, hiking up her heavy skirt, lifted herself up on to Crusher's iron shaft.

The weight of her slight body was enough to plunge Crusher's cock straight to the hilt. The boy shuddered violently; she was so hot, so wet ... he could feel his orgasm mounting within him. A mental flash of the laser knife was all that kept him from spurting immediately into her depths. Think of something else! Anything. Toxic waste, dead puppies, rancid milk...

Troi's muscles clamped tightly around his shaft. A feminine voice whispered into his mind seductively, Come on, Wesley. Take me. I know you want it. Troi began rocking slowly, back and forth, back and forth, creating a painful tugging in Crusher's groin. A cloud of soft red material descended in an effortless whirl before his mind's eye.

She leaned forward, exposing her ample, olive-skinned cleavage to him. Make me scream, you brilliant stud. A whip cracked and fell to the ground with a thud. Please! An image of a dark-haired beauty haloed in shimmering blue light tumbled in graceful zero gravity through his thoughts.

Troi pulled in her legs, knees straddling his slim hips, and began slowly riding up and down on his slippery shaft. Please, I need it so bad. Her vaginal muscles clamped even tighter around him as an image of the holo Picard roughly forcing his cock down the holo Beverly's throat flashed through Crusher's mind. The holo Picard's fingers twined in the soft, red hair, pushing his cock even further between those ovaled red lips.

Wesley Crusher exploded. As the first spasm hit, he bucked violently upwards into her, throwing the Betazoid off balance. With the reckless abandon of one already cold in the grave, Crusher rolled Troi roughly onto her back and began pounding into her. She pulled him down, biting his lower lip until blood trickled onto her chin. Crusher thrust harder, filling her with his liquid passion, igniting a similar reaction in her. Troi locked her knees around him, crying out loudly.

When the very life had been milked from him, Crusher collapsed onto the panting woman, burying his face in her reckless black curls.

"You exploded," she accused.

Crusher was too tired to be frightened, too satisfied to care. "Sorry," he murmured.

Lifting one lethargic hand to brush his cheek, she smiled up at him. "You still owe me."

"Yes, ma'am." He raised himself slowly up onto his knees, pasting an innocent expression on his face. "Counsel?"

The Betazoid woman looked up at him suspiciously. "Yes?"

The leer on his face was unmistakable. "Got a penny?"

THE END