Donna’s shore leave 8

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“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, baby. Now it’s time for you to swing.”

Without any further ado, Leiani put her hands on both of the yeoman’s breasts. Then she cruelly gave her a violent shove backward. “Dance for us, baby!” she called out as the yeoman pitched backward.

Rand went backward in a shriek of pure terror. Her scream was abruptly cut off with a “GLURK!” as the noose casually interrupted the downward plummet of her body. It caught her up by the neck, swinging her jerking body outward underneath the pole she was strung up to, swinging the terrified yeoman in a wide arc back and forth.

Part 8

“NOOOOOOOO!”

Donna’s scream of horror reverberated throughout the cavern as the two wood nymphs giggled at the horrific sight. Her perverse excitement and terror ratcheted up to the point where she was sure her body was going to explode.

Looking back over her shoulder, she saw her shipmate swing back and forth. The poor woman’s legs went every which way in a desperate attempt to find something solid underneath her. Her voice rasped and gurgled, choked off by the noose.

A moment later, Donna’s attention was brought back front and center. Her former friend and lover stepped right in front of her, eyes blazing malevolently. Donna’s heart leaped into her throat as her orgasm swelled inside her, threatening to overcome her. That’s when her mind cried out, “Ohmygawd; this is it!”

“Now it’s your turn,” Leiani said with a malicious giggle.

At that moment, it was as though an incredible jolt of electrical energy hit her hard. “Enjoy the ride, baby!” her treacherous lover told her with a wicked smile.

Donna inhaled sharply… “GAWD, BABY; DON’T DO THIS!” She was sure her heart was going to explode right out of her heaving chest.

“No?” Leiani responded gently as though giving her former lover’s wishes some thought. “You don’t want to hang? Oh…. ok then!”

She turned her back on her as though she was going to walk away and forget the whole thing. Donna was stunned at this sudden turn of events.

For a moment, she gasped heavily before sighing in blessed relief. It was horrible the way Janice was now choking and hanging. As much as she liked the fantasy, Donna really didn’t want to die.

A moment later the oriental woman whirled to face her. Leiani’s hands came up and grabbed her heaving breasts. “Too bad, baby,” she sneered with an evil grimace. “…because we all want to watch you swing!” And with that Donna was forcefully shoved backward off her feet.

For a couple of seconds, Donna was in free-fall. A scream of terror was torn out of her lungs. She was sure her body was going to splatter onto the rocks below. Then the noose caught her up by her neck in its hungry coil.

Donna felt a painful tug on her throat as the rope took up her weight. She felt her body jerk as it swung backward in a huge arc. Then it swung back in the opposite direction.

All the pent-up energy she’d been trying to control exploded inside her in a painful eruption of unbelievable fire. Her hips began thrusting obscenely. Her legs kicked wildly as though they had a mind of their own.

The orgasm ravaged her body as she swung back and forth. Cum sprayed shamefully out of her winking slit. Donna glurked and gurgled, her feet kicking wildly in a frantic effort to find something solid underneath her. But there was nothing underneath her now, nothing but the horrible knowledge of the rocks and the forest that waited for her far below.

For a terrifying moment, she was sure the rope was going to snap and she was going to fall to her death. As if in response to that horrific thought, her feet began pedaling like mad as though she could somehow run on air. Instinctively, she was trying to race her way back inside the cavern and feel the solid footing of the floor of the cave.

Her breath rasped in her throat as she struggled for each breath. Next to her, she heard the gasps and gawks of her shipmate as Rand swung beside her. The two were swinging back and forth past each other.

Donna noticed that more fluid was streaming out from between the yeoman’s legs as the young woman kicked and gyrated. Gawd; the poor thing was squirting once more. Janice was actually cumming again!

For some reason, that set her off again. Donna’s pain-wracked body was just coming down from her first orgasm when the second one hit her hard. She winced as she tried to scream, her legs kicking wildly as her lungs cried out for a decent breath of air.

There was little to be had. Instead, tt was mostly the agonizing sensation of wanting to breathe along with the terrifying feeling of hanging helplessly over a horrific drop should the rope or pole fail to hold her. Donna kicked as her body bucked and jerked while it wildly swung back and forth.

She tried calling out for her former lover to deliver her from the pain and agony that was hammering her body. But what she saw inside the cave told her the Asian woman was otherwise preoccupied. Leiani had been pulled back into the cavern and was now propped up onto a large rock.

Her legs were spread obscenely. One of the creatures appearing to be feasting from her crotch. The other had Donna’s bra and was throttling Leiani with it, giggling happily as it pulled on both ends.

Leiani gasped for breath as she clawed at the bra around her neck. Her eyes were wide, her tongue hanging out. Donna tried to cry out for her beloved Leiani. But the words hung up in her throat as the noose closed it off.

She was hit with a horrible realization. None of them were going to make it out of the cavern alive.

Her legs exploded once again in a frantic series of kicks. It was as though she was hoping by her actions that she could somehow gain solid footing underneath her so she could help both Janice and Leiani.

Poor Janice continued to kick and struggle. Donna’s ankle came in contact with Rand’s ankle in passing as the two swung back and forth. Their contact with each other set them to spinning counter-clockwise as they swung in their respective nooses.

Donna’s mind kept screaming, ‘Gawd – we’re all gonna die!’ Her body twisted in the rope, her legs still going every which way. She simply could not process what was happening to them all.

Something suddenly clicked inside Yeoman Dangling’s mind. It was as though she finally realized in a moment of clarity that she was actually experiencing her greatest fantasy in all its horrifically erotic glory. In that moment, her attitude changed drastically.

Donna instantly stopped fighting the noose. Instead, she began to work with it. Now she accepted the coil around her throat as a part of her destiny, causing her to thirstily drink down the sweet agony as her neck was painfully constricted.

Her dance became more subtle, her legs now kicking to the beat of a different drummer. It was as though she was performing for the noose, treating it like her coiled lover. ‘Gawd, yes; take me!’ her mind cried out.

She lewdly wiggled and squirmed. But deep down, she wondered who she was really performing for.

Was it Leiani, her former lover who now was being erotically strangled by those two murderous nymphs? Or was it the nymphs themselves? After all, they’d worked so hard to get her and Janice in their clutches.

Maybe she was dancing for Janice somehow, although that seemed less likely. The poor thing was gawking and twisting beside her. The breathless yeoman was probably not at all interested in anything other than relieving the incredible pain she was experiencing.

Donna could see Rand’s face turning a nasty shed of red. The young woman’s legs continued to pedal in ever weakening kicks and thrusts. Seeing her suffer like that was oh, so shamefully arousing.

‘No,’ she finally admitted to herself. ‘It’s all for me. God forgive me; it’s what I’ve secretly wanted all along. This is my doing. Now my friends are dying as a result of my thoughts and fantasies!’

Donna was overcome with an immense wave of guilt and shame. It was a humiliation that only added to her perverse arousal. Her body fought the noose as she danced for Janice, Leiani, and those two damned nymphs.

Exhaustion began to set in. Donna was reduced to feeble kicks, her lungs gurgling in vain to pull a decent breath of air into her body. She was swaying gently now, her naked body twisting round and round as the rope attempted to uncoil her from her collision with Rand’s legs.

She got glimpses of her shipmate as Janice twisted beside her. She saw the poor thing was fighting to the last. Gawd; it was so shamefully erotic to witness!

Rand’s body shuddered as her head tilted sickeningly off to one side. Her legs kicked spastically as her hands fluttered weakly behind her back. Donna saw to her sorrow that the color of her friend’s face was now starting to turn a wicked shade of purple, a color she suspected would soon be mirrored by her own features.

Inside the cavern, Donna got glimpses of her former lover’s bodily jerks and struggles. One of the nymphs continued to strangle her while the other went right on eating her out.

Leiani’s eyes were starting to glaze over. Donna felt a strange sadness. Now her former best friend and lover would not get to enjoy the rest of her dying performance.

Donna became aware of a disturbing gurgle that seemed to be coming from right next to her. It was emanating from inside Rand’s gently twisting body. The yeoman hung all but lifeless.

Donna got a glimpse of her friend’s little bodily jerks and twitches. For a brief moment, there was a sudden flurry of feeble leg kicks and hand flexes. Then Janice settled back down. There was one last gurgle as her naked body rotated slowly, the rope continuing to coil and uncoil as she swayed softly.

She got a brief glance at the young woman’s face. It told her that perhaps Janice had accepted her fate at the very end. Her shipmate’s eyes were dull and lifeless.

Her tongue barely peeked out of her mouth as drool splattered down onto her breasts. But there was an expression of peace and serenity about her. In the end, it was as though Janice Rand had become accepting of the manner of her death as calmly as she was about making the many calculated decisions of her life.

Donna’s limited glimpses into the cave told her that Leiani also appeared to be lifeless and unmoving. But the two nymphs continued their work on her naked body nonetheless. One had its head still buried between her legs, while the other jerked happily on the ends of the bra.

Her former lover appeared to be gone. And now, so was Janice for that matter. Donna sensed she would not be too far behind.

Yeoman Dangling tried one last time to inhale. But her throat was completely closed off. Her tongue waved weakly past her parted lips, tasting the sweet sensation of cool, refreshing air.

She felt a numbness creep up her body, even as certain muscles twitched sporadically. A moment later, there was a brief wash of warm pleasure that flowed through her body. She shuddered as her knees instinctively jerked upward, but only a little.

Her chest heaved as her legs suddenly fluttered briefly. Her hands flexed weakly behind her back. Then Donna hung limp, her muscles no longer responding to her commands.

Her vision started to darken. For the moment, her ears still seemed to function. But it was as though there was a deathly silence all around her that terrified her.

Yeoman Donna Dangling felt her consciousness spiraling away. Her body shuddered as she gave up and openly embraced the inevitable. Then everything went black all around her, becoming silent as the grave.

It had been the longest six and a half minutes of her life…

The naked bodies of crewmates Donna Dangling and Janice Rand swayed softly from the ends of their poles. They slowly twisted in one direction and then back in the other until they finally came to rest and hung motionless. Inside the cavern, the two nymphs finally gave up on the unresponsive Asian.

They looked back and forth between the two hung yeomen and the unmoving Leiani. They giggled happily to themselves, as though telling each other how utterly enjoyable the whole thing had been. Then they scooted out of the cave through the passage Donna had passed through earlier, more than a little eager to search for more delicious victims………..
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Beep – beep – beep – beep – beep – beep – beep – beep…

“You wanna get that baby?” Donna moaned softly as she rolled over onto her right side. “Just give me five more minute; ok, Leiani?”

Beep – beep – beep – beep – beep – beep – beep – beep…

“All right – all right; I’m up!”

Donna’s eyes fluttered open. Immediately, she realized she was not in her quarters with her lover. But she WAS lying on the ground, her communicator chirping insistently in her right hand.

An instant later, it all came rushing back to her. Donna abruptly sat up and stared at the beeping communicator in her hand in utter astonishment. Amazingly, her tricorder was lying nearby.

It occurred to her she was being contacted and needed to respond. Donna flipped it open and activated it. That’s when she heard the soothing voice of the Enterprise’s communications officer…

“Enterprise calling Yeoman Dangling. Yeoman Dangling; please respond.”

Gawd; she loved Uhura’s voice! What’s more, she just loved listening to that woman sing.

“This is yeoman Dangling, Enterprise. Acknowledged.”

“Is everything all right, yeoman? You didn’t respond right away.”

“Everything’s fine, lieutenant. My apologies. I was, uh… I was preoccupied. I guess I was a little slow in responding.”

“No problem. Landing party Delta Epsilon is scheduled to rendezvous in 10 minutes at the beam-down point.”

“Acknowledged.” Then she cleared her throat, remembering she wasn’t anywhere near the beam-down point. How was she going to explain this?

“I, uh… I might be a little bit late getting back to the rendezvous point, lieutenant. I kind of wandered off the beaten path and I, uh…”

She trailed off as she took in her surroundings. Her eyes went wide in surprise. Amazingly, she was sitting under a tree, right on the very edge of the clearing. How the hell had she gotten back here??

Uhura was equally confused. “I don’t understand, yeoman. We have you located at the edge of the rendezvous point. Are you sure you’re all right?”

“Uh… disregard my last transmission, lieutenant. I, uh… I was feeling a bit disoriented there. But I’m fine now. I’ll be ready to beam up with the others. Dangling: out!”

Donna hurriedly flipped the communicator closed before the lieutenant could ask her a REALLY embarrassing question. Then she saw chief petty officer Baker striding toward her. Damn! Was he going to see her naked??

Donna anxiously looked down at herself. She was back in her science blues, everything neatly in place. What the hell?

She took a quick moment to turn away from Baker’s approach. Donna discreetly lifted up the skirt of her outfit. There were no telltale marks she’d cum recently. Now she was really confused!

“You all right, yeoman?” Baker asked as he walked up to her, concern in his voice. “I saw you over here on the ground. I thought maybe you were injured or something.”

He extended his hand to her. She accepted it, allowing him to help her to her feet. “I’m, uh… I’m fine, sir.” Donna answered quickly, trying not to sound as confused as she felt.

“You seem a little flustered, yeoman. You SURE you’re all right?”

“Yes, sir… thank you, sir.”

Donna made a show of dusting herself off, even though her outfit seemed amazingly unsoiled. Then she blushed as Baker bent down, picked up her tricorder and handed it to her.

“Oh I, uh… I must’ve dropped it… thank you, sir.” She accepted it from him, her face flushing red with embarrassment.

“No problem, yeoman,” he said with a smile. “Just make sure your mind is clear before we beam up. We don’t want any sudden surprises; right?”

“Uh, yes sir. And thank you again, sir.”

She watched as he started back across the clearing. She could see the two other couples who’d beamed down with them had returned. It appeared he was going over to meet up with them.

But where was Janice? And what was all that about making sure her mind was clear? Then it dawned on her he hadn’t commented on the rope burns around her neck.

What; was he blind?? Surely not Baker! He never missed a thing! Was he just being polite… not asking embarrassing questions?

Donna turned on the tricorder and examined herself. That’s when she discovered she seemed to be in excellent health. There were no marks on her neck at all… just the two rings of Venus that circled around the front of her throat. But that was… that was impossible!!

Donna stared at the readings on her tricorder in amazement as she ran her fingers over her neck. It was true; there didn’t seem to be any marks from her ordeal. Had it all been a dream??

It sure as hell seemed real enough when she was hanging from the end of that damned pole! And where the hell was Janice? She could see Baker was now chatting with the two couples. But Janice was still nowhere in sight.

A moment later she breathed a sigh of relief when she caught sight of the blond-haired yeoman. Janice was walking in from the opposite side of the clearing. She appeared to be quite content.

Donna quickly pocketed her tricorder into its pouch. Then she headed off toward her friend, trying not to appear too anxious while also trying hard not to break into a run.

Ultimately, she couldn’t help herself. Donna ran across the clearing, worried about her friend. “Janice??” she panted as she rushed up to her.

“Hi, Donna,” Rand said with a smile and a wave of her hand. “Did you have a good time?”

A moment later she became confused as Donna grabbed her shoulders and intensely scrutinized her. “Donna; what is it? Is something wrong?”

“Are you all right?” the anxious yeoman blurted out, checking the woman’s neck for any sign of trauma.

“I’m fine!” Janice replied cheerfully as though that should have been obvious. Then she looked warily at Donna before asking, “You mind telling me what this is all about?”

“I… I don’t know,” Donna murmured, shaking her head in confusion as she studied her friend’s neck. “There isn’t any mark. There should be a mark. There isn’t one on me either. I… I don’t understand…”

“Don’t understand what?” Janice asked carefully. “What mark? Donna, are you ok? What happened to you down here?”

“I don’t know,” the yeoman replied, totally confused.

“Did your thoughts get the better of you?”

“My thoughts? …MY thoughts?? Uh… what about my thoughts? Janice, I was worried about you! Are you SURE you’re all right?”

Donna could not help wondering why the hell Rand was acting so strange. It was almost as though the yeoman didn’t remember any of it! Didn’t she remember those two nymphs? Or being hanged?

Maybe the whole thing had been so traumatic that her friend had simply blotted it out of her mind through some sort of stroke or something. Maybe she needed to go to sickbay!

Donna felt extremely regretful as she fought to hold back tears. “Janice; I’m sorry about the whole thing! I didn’t mean to spoil your shore leave or anything!”

“Spoil it??” Janice replied with amusement. “Honey, you did nothing of the sort! I had a great time!”

“You did??”

Donna was astonished. All she could do was walk beside her friend in total confusion as the two of them made their way toward the middle of the clearing where everyone else had gathered.

Her mind was reeling as she tried to reason what had actually happened to the two of them. “You mean… you mean you really LIKED it??”

Donna was totally flabbergasted! After all, poor Janice had fought that noose almost until the very end. Was her shipmate now trying to tell her that she’d actually ENJOYED the whole thing?? Was it possible Janice Rand had a secret gasping fetish as well??

Donna suddenly felt the familiar stirrings of an erotic tingle. Had Janice really enjoyed being hanged as much as she had?

She was still trying to process the whole thing in her mind as to whether or not it had actually happened. There was no evidence anywhere on her or Rand’s body that it had. However, she could still recall those horrific sensations of being hanged naked over the forest below. And that damned nymph eating her out while Leiani had…

Ohmygawd; what about Leiani? Where was she? Was she here? Were they going to leave her behind? Or had she been located and already beamed aboard? Everything still seemed so terribly confusing. Worse, reasonable answers appeared to be rather hard to come by.

“Yeah, honey; I had a GREAT time!” Janice replied with a happy sigh.

For a moment she developed a faraway look in her eye. “Of course, it was a little bittersweet, don’t you know… it not being real or anything like that. But the fantasy was definitely nice. Don’t know if I’ll ever get to experience anything like that again.” Then she sighed, wistful yet content.

“Gawd, don’t I know it!” Donna gasped with ever increasing excitement over the idea that perhaps Janice had enjoyed the two of them being hanged together. It made her wonder if yeoman Rand really DID have a secret little gasping fetish just like she did.

Her mind spun at all the wonderfully delicious possibilities. This might mean she now had someone new on the Enterprise to play with! Donna quivered with delight at all the possibilities.

She didn’t notice Janice giving her a puzzled look. But the yeoman said nothing to her. Janice figured if her friend had enjoyed her shore leave, it was probably best to leave things well enough alone.

“Everybody ready to go home?” Baker asked as he opened his communicator. He got a series of affirmative responses. But yeoman Dangling was still excited over a future of fun with Rand.

“Gawd, Janice!” Donna gushed excitedly. “I can’t WAIT to talk to you about everything that happened down here!” Then her mind drifted back to all the wonderfully delicious events of the past few hours.

Her consciousness barely acknowledged the sound of Baker communicating with transporter chief Kyle… “…Baker to Enterprise…”

“I’d like to hear all about it,” Janice replied in a hushed whisper, trying not to talk over Baker’s communications with the ship…

“Enterprise… Kyle here…”

“Wasn’t it hot having those nymphs hang us like that?” Donna breathed excitedly, her mind reliving the moment. “Gawd, Janice; that was great!”

“…landing party Delta Epsilon… ready to beam aboard…”

“What are you TALKING about?” Janice asked her quietly, her curiosity morphing into discomfort. “Donna, I was with a replica of the captain the entire time! I assumed you KNEW that! I thought EVERYBODY new that!”

“You were??”

Donna suddenly began to squirm uncomfortably at the disturbing possibility Janice Rand had NOT experienced the same things she had.

A replica of the captain?

…a REPLICA?? Then that might mean…

Now she was really confused. “But I thought…”

Donna let it trail off as she began to tremble, suddenly fearing she’d already revealed way too much…

“…acknowledged… ready for transport…”

“Donna?” Janice asked grimly, her hands on her hips. “Just what exactly happened during this so-called shore leave of yours?”

“Uh… uh…”

“…Enterprise? Energize…”

“Energizing…”

…and then Janice gasped as she looked at something past her friend’s shoulder. A moment later her anger flared…

“Donna Dangling – what the HELL is that??”

Donna spun in the direction Janice was looking at. The rest of the landing party began looking back at the two of them in confusion. At the same time, the transporter began to shimmer them out of existence… but not before Donna got a good look at what Janice was seeing…

Over on the edge of the clearing, Donna saw Janice and Leiani. Only now, she was beginning to suspect it was only a replica of the both of them. The two were hanging together naked from the same limb of a large tree over a meter off the ground.

Neither one appeared to be moving. Donna suspected it was the same two nymphs who now stood in front of the two victims, their backs to the landing party. The creatures appeared to have their heads buried between the thighs of their quarry. It was easy for Donna to assume the rest.

She got a wildly erotic tingle at the image. The color drained from Donna’s face as she began to tremble like crazy. Then the image was gone, replaced with the familiar surroundings of transporter room three as they re-materialized aboard the enterprise.

All it took was one quick look at Rand’s horrified expression to know that she was in deep animal waste suitable for agricultural growth…

Rand put her hands on her hips. “What the hell did you DO down there??” The woman looked FURIOUS!

“Uh… uh…” Donna’s face went from deathly pale to a deep crimson.

“My quarters… 2200 hours… BE THERE! And you’d better have a damn good explanation for what I just witnessed!”

“What did you see?” one of the other females asked curiously. A stern look from Rand made her quickly withdraw her question. A moment later, the yeoman angrily stormed out of the transporter room, leaving the rest of its occupants in stunned silence.

Donna felt everyone’s eyes on her. She looked at the floor in total humiliation, frantically trying to find some hole to crawl into.

She saw the feet of the two couples as they stepped off the transporter platform. She heard them whispering back and forth as they left the room. When she looked up, only Baker and transporter chief Kyle remained, looking curiously at her.

“I’ve never seen her that angry before,” Baker observed softly, shaking his head. “And I don’t think I’ve ever heard her swear. What did you DO down there, yeoman?”

Before Donna could say a word, he quickly raised up a hand to stop her. “Wait. On second thought, I think I don’t want to know. I’m just glad it’s not me she’s angry with. Good luck, yeoman.” Then he gave her a wry smile before turning and leaving the room, giving Kyle a friendly wave of thanks as he passed through the doorway.

Donna looked over at Kyle. But the transporter chief took pity on her and looked down at his instruments as though he was busy. He quietly muttered something about having to get everything shut down before the ship warped out of orbit.

Yeoman Donna Dangling was trembling as she walked out of transporter room three, wondering what the hell she was going to tell Janice a few hours from now…

2008; 2022 (written for Donna May 9 ’08; ed. Feb 10 ‘22 by riwa)

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