I'm Chief of Engineering Lt. Bellona Torres of the U.S.S. Voyager. One day last year, I was standing idly staring into the warp core. My hands were absentmindedly tracing my figure up and down my sides. From my broad shoulders, to my firm, perky breast, down to my narrow waist and full wide hips. One hand traced over my ridges, a gift of my Klingon sides as is my temper.

I couldn't stop thinking about an Ocampa girl we'd just brought onboard. A year old and the body of a grown woman. She was irresistible, cute, petite small perky breast, small, firm, round ass, and legs she didn't know where perfect. And so innocent! I couldn't wait to change that. Kes was her name.

I can remember picturing her tied up and begging for my fist in her ass. My nipples got rock hard and began poking through my uniform. And I could feel my pussy getting soaking wet, I began to worry about my uniform getting damp. The repairs were going unusually smoothly, so I figured I go back to my quarters.

I headed off to my quarters to change but when the turbo lift stopped on my deck, it was closed off for repairs, so the only question left was where to go.