The buzzer rang on the cabin of Ship's Counsellor Deanna Troi. She looked down at her schedule and noted this name, Pisarkiewicz. Petty Officer 2nd Class Nathaniel Pisarkiewicz. It must be him, she thought. She composed herself for a moment. "Come in." she stated in a firm, confident voice. She hoped he would pronounce his name for her. The man who strode in was about 70 inches tall. He had darkish brown hair, parted on the side. He also had a bit of a pot-gut, look- ing a bit like a Tellarite. Deanna could feel apprehension from him as he walked to her and reported. "Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz, reporting as ordered, ma'am." he said, standing at attention. His discipline is good, she thought. And his name is much easier to pronounce than spell. "Take a seat..." she checked his file, "Nathaniel, or do you prefer Nate?" "Nate is fine, ma'am." "And call me 'Counsellor Troi'. No need to be too distant." She, of course, could not say 'Call me Deanna'. There had to be some distance between him and her in this formal meeting. "OK, Counsellor Troi." "Now, you were referred to me because you seem to have chronic depression. What are you angry about?" Depression, after all, was anger turned inward. "Uh, well, um..." "Just say it. This is all strictly confidential. And you won't embarass me. Think of me as an officer, not as a woman." This was a standard line Deanna said to all male crewmembers who hesitated. 97% of those were hesitating because their problems were sexual. Maybe Freud was right, maybe all man's problems were caused by sex. "Well, it is kinda lonely on ship." "Do you socialize? Departmental parties? Crew social gatherings?" "No, they're pretty boring. At a party, there is nothing really to do." "Do you use the Holodeck?" "It is too long of a waiting list. Only officers and chiefs can get in there." Deanna nodded. It was felt by StarFleet that rank had its privleges and the Holodeck was one of them. Any officer could bump a lower ranking officer off the Holodeck schedule, for the simple reason that officers had more expected of them, so they needed a greater release from stress. "How do you unwind?" "I write. I play games on the computer. I listen to music." His leisure activities are all done alone, thought Deanna. This is not good. "Don't you do anything with other people?" "Not really." "Do you ask female crewmembers out?" Nate pulled out a small notebook. It is spirally bound and had real paper(!) in it. Deanna looked more closely at it. Nate showed her several pages, filled with names of women. "Twenty-seven women have turned me down." "What are those marks near their names?" "Well, this one indicates if the woman is a liar, for instance." "Liar?" "Yes, if she said that she is not looking, but has gone out with a man." Deanna had the answer! "Well, I have just the thing for you!" She smiled at him. "With your permission, I will match your name with that of every woman on the Enterprise who is single and wanting to go out with men." The computer will choose the ones who are the most compatible. We will then know who on this ship it would be worthwhile for you to ask out." "Wow! Go ahead, I'm anxious to know." "All right. Computer, match Petty Officer Nathaniel Pisarkiewicz." "No match." answered the Computer. Deanna was stunned! She had used this program a dozen times before and had always gotten at least three matches. There had to be an error. "Computer, what was your last command from me?" "To match Petty Officer Nathaniel Pisarkiewicz in the ship's standard compatibility date test." "Run program again." "No match." Deanna looked at Nate. His mood, which had been happy and anxious, now became even more morose. She had to act fast. She could not tell him HE was the problem; it would crush him. She tried a new approach. "Nate, dealing with the day-to-day frustrations, boredom and loneliness on ship is an important skill to acquire. I am going to recommend you try competitive athletics to work off your hostility and I an schelduling you for another session. OK?" "All right, Counsellor Troi. I sure hope it works." "I'm sure it will. Have a nice day, Nate." "You too, Counsellor." They shook hands and Nate left. Deanna could see no reason why women on the Enterprise would not go out with Nate. He was friendly, intelligent, and had had a very interesting lifea, prior to StarFleet. She continued to read his file. The answer must be in there somewhere. Lt Worf stood before the three women and one man who had enrolled in his self-defense class. He liked teaching the first class, then passing the course to one of his juniors. "Good afternoon, I am Lt Worf. I, and other members of my staff, will be instructing you in self-defense. Now, you, here!" Nate exited the line and walked to Lt Worf. "Now, an inexperienced assailant will often attack you with an overhand right. I am going to teach each of you basic block and counter .. You will block my right hand with your left and punch me in the abdomen. This tactic is usually effective against a typical thug or goon. Now, set in this position." Worf had Nate get into a fighting stance. He then tried to punch with the right, slowly so Nate could learn. After 2 or 3 times, Nate had the block and counter down. His punches on Worf were ineffective. Worf was tough! Worf had the whole class learn the manuever. It wasn't long before the class was blockeing and countering effectively. As Nate waited, he noted the woman next to him. She worked in the Replicator Lab. Nate had asked her out a couple of times and she had told him she was not interested. He had seen her out with other crewmen. She was a bitch. "All right, you two. Let's see it. Don't really hit each other." Nate and...Jerene, that was her name, moved to the mat. Jerene executed the block and counter well. She then attacked Nate. Her punch was too fast and it landed squarely on Nate's jaw. The impact spun him around. He moved towards Jerene by she took this as an attack. She kicked him hard to the head. He collapsed. Worf moved to stop the woman. He grabbed her. "What do you think you're doing?" "I was executing the move!" "Wait. You don't even belong in this class." Worf hit his badge. "This is Lt. Worf. I need a medical team in Gymnasium 2." Some time later, Nate began to wake up. Standing over him was Dr. Beverly Crusher. "How do you feel?" "Kine a weir." "You'll be fine. You still have your teeth and there are no broken facial bones." "Grea." Nate's face was mostly frozen in place. Lt Georgi LaForge came in. "How's he doing, Doc?" "He's going to be fine, just a little hard to understand for a bit." Geordi walked over to Nate. "Hurry up and get better. We need you back in Engineering." "Ye, ir." It was hard for Nate to make the 's' sound. "OK." Geordi turned back to Dr. Crusher. "Hey, Cmdr Riker wants to see him when he feels better." "I'll tell him." "Thanks." Geordi left. Within minutes, modern medicine had cured Nate's jaw to a working point. The magna-casts were removed and Nate was discharged from sick bay. He changed back into uniform and walked to Cmdr. Riker's cabin, having been informed by Dr. Crusher. Beep! "Come!" The door opened and Nate stepped into Cmdr. Riker's cabin. "Petty Officer Nathaniel Pisarkiewicz reporting as ordered, sir." "At ease, Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz. Have a seat." Riker gestured to a nearby chair. "Thank you, sir." Nate sat down. "Let me get to the point. I have been informed that you are depressed and lonely here on ship." "Yes, sir." Nate wondered what point Riker was going to make. "There is no reason for you to feel you are alone in this. Everyone here on ship feels the same way. Don't worry about it. Just do your job and stop thinking about anything else." Nate thought about his reply for a moment. "Sir, can I speak freely?" "Go ahead." "Sir, from what I have heard, you're in no position to talk about loneliness. You are beaming down to planets, meeting exotic women, constantly doing different jobs, and you have priority access to the Holodeck. Sir, you couldn't be depressed, bored or lonely if you tried." Riker was about to answer the enlisted man when he realized the P.O. was totally right. His world was far different than Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz's. Riker had had no right to talk to him this way. Riker had been slammed and he knew it. "Well, I will get back to you on that. You...uh, are dismissed." "Thank you, sir." Nate left Cmdr. Riker's cabin a tad smug, smug in the fact that he had finally been able to confirm that rumour about the XO, but still bummed that Riker scored far more often than he did. Riker later went to Cmdr. Troi's cabin to discuss the results of his conversation. He didn't want to do this, but had promised Deanna he would. "Come." Shhhht. "Deanna, you free?" "Of course, Will. Did you talk to Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz?" Deanna came right to the point. Deanna always came right to the point. "Yes, I did." "Did you solve his problem?" "No..." "I thought you, as someone who had done a lot of space time, could help him." "He said something to me. He told me my ship life is too exciting for me to understand his problem." "Is it?" "Well, yes..." "Well, apparently, he needs either a woman to take interest in him ot a better way to deal with his anger." "What do you suggest?" "I am going to talk to the Captain. I think he might able to help me." A little later, Deanna Troi was entering the cabin of Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Picard sat in a blue robe with the initials 'J-L P'. "Counsellor, what can I do for you?" "Captain, it is about one of the enlisted who work in Engineering." "Enlisted? What are those?" "Sir, they are the crewmembers who are not officers. The ones who do almost all the work." "Impossible, the bridge crew does it all. I think you have lost it, Counsellor, or may I call you Deanna?" "You are not the Captain." Q appeared where the Captain had been. "I could never fool you, Counsellor." "Q! What are you doing here?" "Sightseeing. Ta ta." He disappeared. The form of Picard lay sleeping on the bed. Troi moved to the bed. She tapped the Captain on the shoulder. Picard woke up immediately. He looked up at Counsellor Troi. He had been only a tad asleep. "What is it, Counsellor?" "Captain, I need to speak with you regarding a problem with one of the enlisted men." "Go ahead." "Well, sir, he seems to be suffering from chronic depression." "Is it interfering with his work?" "No, he seems to be bottling up a lot of anger." "Hmm, let's look at his file." "Computer, access service record, Petty Officer Nathaniel Pisarkiewicz." "On screen." said the Computer. Picard began to look at the service record, with Troi looking over his shoulder. "Hmm," said Picard, "graduated from the University of Michigan in Electrical Engineering. Grades not really impressive." "It seems he joined StarFleet after being rejected in the Earth job market." "Hmm, passed both advancement exam with high marks. Not stupid at all." "He has no disciplinary actions against him; he's well-liked and well-behaved." "I think it is a simple matter of his approach. Have Cmdr. Riker talk to him." "Sir, it seems Cmdr. Riker is too...sexually well-adjusted to... understand the problems that Nate is having." "Does he have a physical problem?" "Well, I could have Dr. Crusher run some tests and see if that is the case." "Make it so. Have her report her findings to me." "Very well, Captain." She left. She was one of the few people who did not wait for Capt. Picard to dismiss them. Within an hour, Nate found himself back in Sick Bay. Dr. Crusher was asking him some medical questions. "These questions may seem personal, but it is important that I know the answers." "OK, Doc." "First, have you ever had a problem with impotence?" "No, none at all." Certainly not with you around, Nate thought. "Estimate the number of times you have had sexual intercourse in the past three years." "None. I'm a virgin." "Oh." Virgin? At 27? thought Bev. What planet is he from? "Well, that eliminates a lot of the rest of the questions." "Hi, Mom." Wesley walked into Sick Bay. "Wesley! I am with a patient!" "Oh, I just came to get some stuff. I won't be long." Many, many of the enlisted personnel did not like Wesley. An acting Ensign, they had to call him 'Sir', something that no one thought he even deserved, the little brat. He was spoiled and got a lot of special attention from the ship's high-ups, way too much. Nate thought that he could do anything Wesley could, with the same opportunities and education Wes had had. Nate's job was incredibly dull, menial and simple. Bev turned to consult some readouts and data in Nate's medical file. Wes had a gizmo in his hands and he turned to Nate. "Mom fixing you up?" "Yes, sir, she sure is." Nate kept his voice mellow. "Great. Later, Mom." Wes left, mercifully. Later, Dr. Crusher reported her findings to Capt. Picard. "Here is the report, Captain." "You were able, I take it, to diagnose Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz's problem?" "Not really. However, I did discover several important facts." "Go on." "Well, he does hold the antiquidated belief that a man should remain a virgin until his wedding night." "There are several cultures which still hold that belief, it shouldn't be a problem." "There is more. He has a great imagination and he spends most of his off-time writing, fantasizing or playing text-based virtual reality." "Text-based! That is quite odd." "His family were all anachronists. He spent a great deal of time in school catching up. He still deals with a lot of things in a 20th century way." "What do you recommend?" "It is difficult to say, Captain. He is so...odd in so many ways. I like him but if I was young again I would have to turn him down for a date." "I want you, Cmdr. Riker and Counsellor Troi to make a full report on this case." "Very well, Captain." "Good, dismissed." By this time, Nate had been given the royal run-around. He had seen several of the ship's top officers and they had seemed incompetent as hell. He began to write a new story and he had a group of main characters already selected... The next day, Picard called a staff meeting. In attendance were himself, the XO, Troi, LaForge, Crusher, Worf and Data, who had not been involved in the situation yet. "Well," said Picard, "you have studied the issue at hand, the service and medical record of the crewman involved and the report submitted. Opinions?" "Captain," began Troi, "in my opinion, the crewman has never really learned to socialize with women. He needs exposure." "How do you intend to get him exposure?" "By use of the Holodeck." "Wait a minute, Counsellor." interjected Riker. "Yes?" "If we let a crewman this low-ranked use the Holodeck to solve his problems, it will set a precedent. That will begin a situation that we will have great difficulty extracting ourselves from." "Data, what do you think?" "Cmdr. Riker is correct. StarFleet policy states that use of the Holodeck is a privilege reserved to officers and chiefs. Use of it as therapy would be against StarFleet policy." "What is your solution, Data?" asked Troi, miffed her solution was not chosen. "I do not have enough experience in this area to offer a viable solution." "Very well. Mr. Worf, how about you?" asked Picard. "Captain, I do not see where a problem exists. The crewman is doing his job so I don't see that there is any problem at all." "Lt. Worf," interjected Dr. Crusher, "I treated the injuries inflicted on the crewman. Any man who inspires that kind of behavior has a problem." "Mr, LaForge, would you agree with Mr. Worf that the crewman is doing his job?" "As far as I've seen, Captain." He chuckled a bit at the pun. Worf looked at Crusher and narrowed his eyes in a look of controlled rage. He had been slammed. "Dr. Crusher, what do you recommend?" "Well, Captain, I think the crewman needs some one-on-one interactions. If he was more adapted to life here, he would be able to interact with other crewmembers on a more than merely formal basis." "Interesting suggestion. Who did you have in mind?" "I think it should someone of his owm peer group." After a short time, it was agreed that this idea was no good because there were no members of the crewman's peer group. "Any other suggestions?" There was silence in the room. "We have battled Q, the Romulans, the Ferengi, mind- control devices and so on. Are you telling me we can't solve one man's minor problem?" "Yes." said most of the officers together. "The conference is over. Dismissed." Picard left the conference for his cabin. He was angry. The problem was simple, yet solution-less. There had to be something he was overlooking. It was as plain as... "The nose on your face?" It was Q. "Q! What are you doing here?" "Enjoying a good laugh, Picard." "What is so funny?" "Your inability to solve so simple of a problem." "And you can?" "Well, I would have to think about it." "Oh, you can't solve it by..." Picard waved his hand in the Q-style. "To solve it that way would be trivial, Picard. I have started to enjoy challenges." "So, you don't have the solution yet, hmm?" "I am limiting myself to solutions you could devise. It is tedious to think on such a primitive level." "So you can't do it?" "I have done it. What you should do is..." POOF! "I am R. I am superior to Q in every way." POOF! Q was gone. "You'll not get it that easy, Picard." POOF! He was gone too. DAMN! thought Picard. He had almost gotten Q to help him. Picard mused more. Some solution had to be forthcoming... END OF PART 1 "Department Head Log, Stardate 13.87.6, Chief Engineer Geordi LaForge recording. The ship has docked at the planet Ogimmemo in order to resupply the colony there. I have given Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz a 96 hour liberty on the planet, per Counsellor Troi's recommendation." Nate exited the shuttlecraft, in his civilian attire. He wore a long set of white pants with several pockets and blue and orange hi-top tennis shoes. His shirt was also white with a small collar. He wore a thin tie and a black vest, with a long purple cloak and a flat hat (called a union cap) that was grey. He looked truly odd. Odd enough to be mistaken for a Time Lord. Nate wandered into the main area of town. The people of Ogimmemo were all over, as it was a market day. The planet itself was in a summer-type season, and the clothing was light or non- existent. The people of this planet had never developed a taboo against public nudity and especially among the younger, the custom was fairly common. Nate walked right by a very pretty lady, buying a bunch of imported bananas, nude save for a pair of sandals. Her tan was perfect, and Nate was in love. Then he remembered the Counsellor's advice, Try to relax. Nate pressed onward but vowed to see this girl again. "Hey you! Come here!" The voice was that of an older gent and called in Nate's general direction. "Who, me?" Nate answered. "Yes, you, come here!" Nate moved into the alleyway and passed through a swirling vortex of orange light. He found himself in a bedchamber. He had no idea what had happened. He looked about a bit. The chamber was large, about 30 foot square. By one wall was a large canopied bed and a man, about his own age, sat on it. The walls were sparkling white. He and the bed seemed to be the only other things in the room. He spoke again to Nate. His voice was that of an old man. "Greetings, Nathaniel Pisarkiewicz." "Good afternoon, um, whoever you are." "My name is Ktree. I am happy to see you, my successor." "Huh?" "300 years ago, I was given the power. Now, I wish to once again take up mortal existance. You will succeed me." "What?" "I hereby give you all powers and talents I possess. Good luck in fighting those who are evil." "Wait! I don't understand!" Just like that, Nate was back in the alleyway. Two men, with laser pistols, stood before him. "All right now. Hand over your credits!" Nate knew the self-defense class was useless, you could not have defended himself if they had had passion fruits, let alone lasers. He looked back at them. "Listen, guys, I need my credits. Please don't." ZAP! The pistol burned into Nate's belly. Talk about pain! He doubled over. The other thief gave him a knee to the face. He flew back and whacked his head on the wall. He passed out. As Nate awoke, he found himself in an area, an area that really smelled BAD! He could feel squishy things all around him and paper and...NUTS! I must be in a dumpster, he thought. Moving about, Nate got his bearings. The wound on his belly hurt! It must be infected, he thought more. Damn! With some degree of difficulty, Nate got out of the large trash container and worked his way to the ground. He was naked. Kinky thieves, he thought. It was dark and quite cold out. Counsellor Troi looked at the comatose form of Nate. He was in some kind of mental reverie. Nate looked about. He needed first aid, shelter, food and a whole list of other things soon! He walked along the street and the two visible moons of the planet helped illuminate his way. He came upon a house, a house which he remembered a family lived in, a family with three VERY attractive daughters and one very nice mother. But it was of course, late at night, and there no way he could signal them to let him in. Damn, was he in pain! He sat down by the door and rested. He needed help and he could not ask people he did not even know for help... The door opened and Nate barely caught himself. Two figures walked out. He looked up at them through eyes that were not quite working. He could not really tell anything about them. He felt hands grabbing onto him and carrying his tired and hurt body up, up some stairs. He barely heard footfalls, so the two must be barefoot. He lifted his head to speak. "Thanks, thanks for letting me in." The figures did not respond. They carried him up to the 2nd floor and Nate could hear water running, like in a bath. The footfalls changed, and Nate knew they were on tile. He could also see 2 more figures here and one was quite tall. His poor vision prevented him from seeing more but he saw he was being lowered into the tub. The water was perfect. Ahhhh... Nate felt hands, soft hands spreading something on his wounds. The pain began to subside, and his vision began to clear. What he say was... A woman, in what looked to be a brown towel and nothing else was cleaning his wound. He saw her hands and several rings with gems adorned them. He looked up and saw it was the mother of the house, her hair and body quite wet and a little soapy, washing his wound. She was showing Nate a good deal of cleavage and he could see her exposed bottom as the towel was not terribly wide. He looked to the others in the room and sure enough, her three lovely daughters, stood there, each one nude. But the strange part were the looks on all their faces. Their eyes were shut, save for Mom's and their mouths were a little open. They looked like zombie women and darn sexy ones too! The old voice came back to him, about the giving of power. Power, over these women? It was too good to be true. He, as a test, mentally ordered the tall daughter, Stephanie, was her name, (how did he know that?) to kiss Monica, her mother. On the lips. And she did. Steph moved to her mom, and her mom turned her head towards her daughter. The two passionately kissed. Monica returned to her work while her daughter returned to a standing zombie-like position. So the impossible was real. His wounds were being taken care of, and three young nude women awaited his orders. This was too good to be true. Nate's stomach took this opportunity to growl and he thought of how really hungry he was. Terri, the short red-head with the big tits, then turned away from him. She left the room, walking slowly, hands hanging to her sides limply. Nate noted how all he had to was to think about eating and Terri left to take care of it. Kelly, with black hair, was the 4th woman there. Her bod was nothing to sneeze at either. She was also the prettiest of the bunch. Monica had finished with his wound, now Kelly moved to him, stepping into the tub in the process. He was thinking in terms of general erotica as the two remaining daughters helped him to his feet. As they did this, their mother removed her towel and dropped it to the floor by the tub. She placed one hand on Nate's back and the other on his ass and kissed him, passionately. Nate could feel her breasts, nearly as big as her daughter Terri's, pressing into him. He was in semi-shock. He still was dumb-founded. "I don't believe this." Nate commented, semi-audibly through Monica's kiss. "What do you want me to do now?" Monica answered. "You can talk?" Monica stopped kissing him. "Yes, I can talk. I will do anything you want me to." "I am so confused about this." stated Nate, after some consideration over his words. "How may I relieve your confusion, Nate?" "How did you come to be doing this? This slave thing." "I was near the end of taking a shower. I heard something telling me to get out and get a bath ready. I got out and put the towel around myself. Then I saw my daughters bring you in. I knew that your word was law and I had to serve your needs. "Well, why are your eyes open and the girls' eyes closed?" "They were all napping in their rooms. They are asleep." "So I have some sort of mental control on all of you?" "Of course." "Will any of you remember any of this?" "Our minds are yours to mold. We will remember as much or as little as you command. You can alter our minds by a single command." "So you are not embarrassed by doing this." "I have no emotions now. All I want to do is hear your commands so I can obey them." "This is impossible! I told your own daughter to kiss you. You must've felt something." "All my normal reactions are meaningless now. Obeying you is my only reaction." "Would you hurt one of them if I said to?" "Of course I would." Nate was harder than neutronium! This was the greatest situation a guy could hope. Absolute control over 4 nude beauties! Wow... Monica continued to respond to Nate's unspoken requests. Her hand reached down to his crotch and she gently stroked his cock, for her hand was being guided by Nate's desires and she could stroke for his maximum pleasure. In just a few moments, Nate feel an orgasm coming. Monica bent down and took his cock in her mouth just as he came. His ejaculation was quite powerful and Monica swallowed a great deal of it, as this was Nate's pleasure. Some of it ran out of her mouth and when she stood again, it dribbled down her neck a bit. "Your power over me can allow me to fulfill even unspoken desires. We are the ultimate slaves." As she said this, Kelly and Stephanie licked the come off her face and neck, thoroughly cleaning their mother. For some odd reason, Nate now became very tired. He was instantly supported by the two daughters and helped out of the tub, to a nearby bedroom. Monica turned down her bed as Nate was placed in it. She then crawled into bed next to him, laying half-on him, so one big tit was on his chest. The other two returned to their rooms and went back to normal sleep. Terri, who was making food for Nate, continued to cook, nude. "Well, what is your report, Doctor?" "Captain, he seems to have just had a wet dream." "I see, continue to update me if anything else like that happens, Doctor." "Understood, Captain. Crusher out." Hmm, the Captain wants to know if he has another wet dream, hmm, thought Beverly. Her suspicions about him were now completely confirmed. Nate awoke to a female lying next to him, a large tit providing a support for his cheek. Monica opened her eyes at once. "Good morning, Nate. How may I serve you this morning?" Her disposition was sunny. "Hello, Monica." Nate was still a little confused. "Do you like the way my big tit is against you like that?" "Uh, yes, it's nice." "Would you like your breakfast?" "Definitely." "Good, Terri is getting up now to obey your order. Your control over my sleeping daughters is total." "They are still asleep?" "You only have to will them awake." Nate could feel them waking up. Everything about their bodies could now feel. This included the fact that all three girls had to go to the head. It took but a thought of permission to get them to the bathroom. "Monica, why are you like this?" "Like what, Nate?" "If I were not controlling you, how would you really feel about me and your daughters?" "In what way?" "Like controlling them." "It would irritate me if I found out my daughters were your hypnotic slaves. I would be furious." "So could I make it so you would never know." "Of course. My mind is yours to program. I can feel or remember whatever you desire. It is that way with all of us. Your control over our minds and bodies is complete." Kelly entered her mother's bedroom. Her attire was as absent as the night before. She had a smile on her face and she sat on the bed, next to her mother. "Hello, Nate." "Uh, hi, Kelly." Kelly reached over and began to gently stroke her mother's nether region. Her fingers lightly explored her mom's muff. "Thank you, Kelly." "No problem, Mom." "Uh, am I making you do that?" "Your lust is so strong, I cannot help myself." "Do you two do this...uh...normally?" "No, Nate, all the women of this family are completely heterosexual. But your lust fills all of us and my offspring and I must act upon it. Kelly is most sexually active of all of us, so she contains her desires poorly." "You are the most active, Kelly?" "Oh, yes, Nate. I fuck at least three times a week." The extreme casualness of this remark excited Nate. Stephanie and Terri arrived at about the same time. Terri set down the tray over the top of Nate's belly while Steph moved him to a sitting position. The breakfast looked and smelt great! Eggs over-easy, bacon, sausage, hash browns, toast, fresh fruit, it was all good and in mass quantities. Nate could see no beverage though. He looked up at Terri, who was standing next to him, Steph being to her left. "Here is a drink." Terri said as she leaned forward and put one of her tits in Nate's mouth. The milk was warm and sugary. It tasted pretty good. Nate was beginning to develop a second skin about things, less and less was bothering him. He ate the great breakfast and drank from Terri's tits, as the morning rolled on. "There is no other way, I must go in." "Deanna, do you understand the risks? With the strange energies now coursing his mind, it could trap you too, just as he is trapped." "I've got to do this, Will. I should have seen the signs sooner. I don't know why I didn't. I cannot turn my back on someone who needs my help." "Ship Counsellor's Log, Stardate 13.87.7. I have decided to enter the mind of Petty Officer Nathaniel Pisarkiewicz to attempt to see why he has entered a coma-like condition. It is risky, as unusual mental energies are travelling through his brain. I see no other way to help him. I feel responsible for failing to see how desperate his condition was and I hope I can bring him back to reality." Deanna then left her office and travelled to Sick Bay, where Nate still rested on the diagnostic table, unaware of anything. She entered and saw Dr. Crusher and Data, discussing his condition. "So you see Data, his body is mutating. Into what I don't know." "It would seem reasonable to assume that the unusual lump of muscle forming in his chest is a second heart." "I agree. Heart muscle is only found in one place in the human body and is used for only one thing." "I am ready to go in now." "Oh, Deanna, great. I have set up a bed next to his, so you can touch him if you need to." "I won't need to touch him, but I do need to be as close as possible." "Counsellor, is this technique similiar to the techniques used by Vulcans?" "Yes, it is." Ever since he had met Spock, Data was most intrigued by anything Vulcan. "Would it be a disturbance if I were to observe?" "No, Data. Not at all." Deanna lied down on the table next to Nate. She shut her eyes and projected her mind out to Nate's. Entry was surprisingly easy. This worried her. Usually, only a willing fellow psionic could make the entry this easy. And so Deanna attempted to probe what was the universe like that Nate's mind had been trapped in. She looked into his thoughts and found something she hadn't expected. Four nude women surrounded him in his fantasy-trap. One lay next to him, while a younger one probed her vaginal area. A third was withdrawing her nipple from Nate's mouth, while a fourth stood next to the bed, tall and waiting, so it seemed. Deanna was not the voyeuristic type and so let Nate be. She had to find a way to link a fantasy creation of her own into Nate's fantasy and have him travel into it. Then she could pull him out. She decided the direct approach might be best. A security team beamed into the bedroom which currently housed Nate and his 'friends'. Lt. Worf spoke to him. "Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz!" Nate immediately noticed the burly Klingon and his 2 fellow officers. The women all fell fast asleep in an instant. Nate did not answer the Security Chief but looked at him, his face turning quite a few different shades of red. "Worf to Enterprise. I have located Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz. Four to beam up." Just like that, the four spacers left the bedroom on the planet Ogimmemo and arrived in the transporter room. The transporter operator at that time was Ensign Kate Terwillinger, who had been seduced by a roguish pirate several seasons earlier. She vowed not to let it happen again. Worf turned to one of his security men, to have him get a uniform for the enlisted man with them, when he noticed this was not necessary. The enlisted man was already dressed. He was sure that he had been naked on the bed a few moments before. Worf decided to think about this later and said to his men. "Counsellor Troi wishes to see this man right now. Can you make it to her office on your own, Petty Officer?" "Yes, sir, I am pretty sure I can." "Very well." With that, Worf and the team left. As they did so, Kate reactivated the transporter and beamed four more people up from the surface. Her look was a bit on the blank side. Monica and her three daughters materialized on the pads, nude of course. "Is there anything else you require of me, Nate?" "No Ensign, you can just forget this and start a Level 1 diagnostic on the transporter." "Sure, no problem." "Not in uniform, of course, in much more erotic attire." "It shall be as you wish." Kate left the transporter room to change her clothes. "Ladies, follow her. No one should see you." "Of course, Nate. Come on, girls." The four women left the transporter room. Nate felt much more confident about his powers now. Much more... "Dr. Crusher, has there been any change in the patient's state?" asked Captain Picard. "No, Captain, he seems stable." "Well, that means he isn't getting worse or he is adjusting to his new condition." That is obvious, Jean-Luc, thought Beverly. "That would be my assessment of the situation also, Captain." "Very well, keep me posted. Picard out." Beverly loosened the front of her uniform to the middle of her chest. She hoped whatever Deanna was doing, it could bring her patient back. She walked over to Deanna and looked at her fellow officer. Don't lose him, she thought to Deanna. Nate's mind was already getting into her head, though she could not realize it. In Nate's fantasy, Commander Riker entered the transporter room. He was the first inroad that Counsellor Troi had managed to establish. He saw Ensign Terwillinger, clad in a short, lacy robe, performing a diagnostic it looked like, on the transporter. "Ensign, what are you doing?" "Performing a level 1 diagnostic on the transporter, Commander." "On whose orders?" "Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz's." "Ensign, I don't know what has gotten into you, but stop the diagnostic and get back into uniform." "No sir. I must do as I am ordered." "I am giving you a direct order, Ensign. Now do it." "A higher authority has overridden your orders. I cannot obey you." "That does it." Riker hit his comm badge. "Security, this is Commander Riker. Send a team to the transporter room, I am confining Ensign Terwillinger to quarters." "This is Security, we are on the way." "Sir, wouldn't you want my body?" Kate dropped the robe to the ground and walked nude to Commander Riker. Deanna, who was controlling Will, made him realize what was going on. Will was separate from her and had his own personality. The team arrived and escorted Kate away, putting her robe back on her. She did not resist their efforts. In a few moments, the Ensign had left the room. Riker called out. "Computer, location of Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz." "Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz is in enlisted quarters 34." Riker headed off. He was going to get to the bottom of this. Meanwhile, in another part of the galaxy... Dum, dum, DUM! "Boulder?" asked the Cylon with Johnathon Harris' voice. "Yes, Lubricant?" answered the human, spinning around in his mega-chair. "When will we beat the humans?" "Now." Boulder pushed the button and the humans were destroyed. Of course, he was destroyed too, everyone but Doctor Z and most of the girls he had inoculated (Doctor Z, that is) lived. But that is another story (Galactica 1993). And now back to the story. Commander Riker arrived at Enlisted Quarters 34, one of whose occupants and it's sole occupant at this time was Nate. He, being polite, buzzed for entry. "Come in." called back Nate. Riker entered. Nate was in uniform now and was currently combing his hair. Deanna remembered that Nate had many antiquidated procedures about his upkeep, hair combing being one of them. Nate looked at Riker and acted on reflex. He came to attention. "All right, Mister, what did you do to Ensign Terwillinger?" "Sir?" "You heard me. You did something to Ensign Terwillinger. What was it?" "I did something, sir, that is true. How I did it, I have no idea." "So you admit to doing something. What exactly did you do?" For some odd reason, Nate knew exactly what had transpired between Riker and the Ensign in the transporter room. He told Riker of the orders he had given her, leaving out the four women, just saying that he had ordered her to perform a level 1 diagnostic in something sexy. "Well, Counsellor Troi should be able to get to the bottom of this. I suggest you report for your appointment immediately." "Aye, aye, sir." Nate left his cabin and began to walk down the corridor. He decided to skip a bit and...ZOOM! He was flying down the passageway. He shifted his body and...WVUMP! He stopped and righted himself. He could feel things on his body, a belt with items on it, some sort of skin-tight suit under his uniform. It was strange. "Doctor, why are you undressing?" "What do you mean, Data?" answered Beverly. "You are naked from the waist down." Beverly looked. Sure enough, Data was right. She had removed her long jacket and pulled her uniform down around her waist. Her undergarment lay on the floor. She scrambled quickly to redress as she answered Data. "I don't know, Data. This is all quite odd." Data nodded. "Could it be Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz's mind, controlling you?" "It is possible, Data. Then again, we don't know what is happening to him." Not far away, the real Ensign Kate Terwillinger decided to take a stroll as her sleep period continued. Her long white nightgown was comfortable and sexy as she rose from her rack, her eyes closed and a pleasant smile on her face. Nate was getting more powerful very quickly, and he had to be brought out of his state within the next two pages, before all the women of the Enterprise would answer his will. Nate arrived at the office of the Ship's Cunt-seller, I mean, Counsellor, and buzzed for entry. "Come in, Nate." Deanna said. "Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz reporting as ordered, ma'am." "Sit down, Nate." Nate did as he was asked. Deanna was close to bringing him out. She just needed a little time alone with him. "What did you want to see me about, Counsellor Troi?" "Nate, I have to tell you that you and I are not really here." "Huh?" "I have joined minds with you as an emergency measure." "I don't understand." "You are in Sick Bay now, in a coma. I am next to you." "Oh, come on! With all due respect, Counsellor, how can that be? We are here in your office." "Nate, I don't know if this is a result of the injuries you sustained in the martial arts class or not, but you are living a freeform delusion, which you are making up as you go along. None of this is real." "But how can you prove it, Counsellor?" Nate was getting more bold now. At that moment, the four young ladies from the planet entered the room. Monica moved to Nate's side, while the other three moved towards Counsellor Troi. Nate grinned. Troi knew she was losing. "You had Ensign Terwillinger beam these women aboard?" "Yep, gotta have some cool women onboard." "Nate," she decided to appeal to his sense of duty," this is against Star Fleet regulations." "Counsellor, I kinda feel unrestricted by regulations now. I mean I was able to hide these four lovely ladies from the whole crew. Kinda cool, don't you think?" "Nate, there is no other crew! We are the only ones who are real on board!" "What about Lt. Worf? And the XO?" "Lt. Worf and Commander Riker were mind-manifestations I created, just as these four women are mind-manifestations of yours." "I still cannot believe you." That is an interesting choice of words, thought Deanna. Cannot believe, instead of will not believe. "I can prove to you that this is all a dream." "Go ahead." "Troi to Data." "This is Commander Data. I can't talk for very long." "You see, Nate? Data's voice is a mind-manifestation, you see how he used a contraction?" She spoke to Data on the badge again. "Everything is all right here, Data. Troi out." "OK, so this is fantasy. So what? It's alot better than reality." Stephanie moved behind Deanna and placed her hands on the Counsellor's breasts, while her two sisters stood along side her. "Nate, you can't spend the rest of your life in this fantasy!" "Why not?" Deanna thought for a moment before she confronted Nate with the answer. She knew, on his world, families were very important, and that Nate was the only son of his father. "Nate, your father is counting on you to continue the family line. How will it look to him when he is on his deathbed and you are somewhere, on a machine, and he dies without a grandson with the Pisarkiewicz name? Would you wish that on your father, Nate?" Nate froze for a moment. His father's voice rode through his mind. It was not pleasant. He looked up to Deanna. "That's playing dirty. Don't bring my dad into this!" "It's true. Your father, in fact your whole family loves you, and you're going to leave them for a fantasy! All they will see of you is a shell of a man, in a life support unit. Is that what you want?" Tears formed in Nate's eyes. It was time for a catharsis and Nate cried. He cried and cried. Deanna began to cry too, she was receiving so much repressed anger and pain that she sobbed. She walked over to Nate as he stood up. The two embraced and cried on each other. The Enterprise Sick-Bay lost power for a moment or two, then Deanna opened her eyes. "Deanna," asked Beverly, "what happened? His vital signs, brain activity all seems to be returning to normal levels." Deanna wiped her eyes. "I was...successful." As quickly as Nate's vitals had stabilized, they began to wildly fluctuate. Data, Beverly and Deanna watched as Nate's features became soft and white, like a moulder's clay. And then they changed again, this time, becoming human-looking once more. But they were not Nate. The man who now lay on the table and whose eyes had just opened with a shock, had blonde hair, light and thin. He looked up at everyone with two green eyes. His features were far from the general ....ugliness of Nate, this man had a boyish handsomeness about him. But his feet now were over the edge of the table. He was much taller than his predessecor, over a half meter. He looked about in wonder at all the people around them, but did not speak. Deanna heard a voice speak. "My dear Counsellor." "Q! I should have known you were behind this." "I am merely excersizing my ability to reward humans, Deanna." "Reward?" "Yes, I glanced at his satire at the crew of this ship. Amazingly amusing. It was a stroke of an angry wit, much like my own." "So you have changed him into this?" "Yes, it was a passionate desire of his. He may find though, that beauty is a curse as well as a blessing. I would hope so." "Q..." "Now as for you, for your brilliant performance in extricating him from his ultimate fantasy, I will not bother Star Fleet for the rest of this season. Farewell, fair Counsellor!" And with a wave of his hand, Q departed and Deanna returned to normal time flow in Sick Bay. No one, not even Wesley could figure out what had happened to Nate, but after a few days rehab, he was back at his same job. He felt better about things, and would spend long hours by himself, sitting and grinning as he travelled to a Holodeck Of The Mind. (Good title for the next story, huh?) END OF PART 3 and the STORY.