The Visitor Stays


By Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Artwork (c) 2001 by T.2K. All Rights Reserved.
Visit his website at Mysterious Exotica

Illustration for 'Chakotay's Visitor #2'

Chakotay awoke later, feeling much better. The Doctor examined him and said, "Well, Commander, you may return to your quarters so long as you avoid any strenuous physical or mental activities. Do some light reading or play a game of solitaire, or just a slow walk about the ship."
*
"Thanks." Chakotay said. "Uh, can I get some clothes?" He was still nude beneath the covers.
*
The Doctor smiled his humorless smile. "You arrived here without any clothing. Fortunately, I had some taken from your quarters and brought here."
*
Dressed, Chakotay went into the corridor. No, not back to his quarters, not after that. He walked to the crew lounge and took a seat there. Paris came in and saw him. "Commander." he said. Then the look in Chakotay's eyes. "No, I'm the real one. I won't lay a finger on you."
*
"Thanks." Chakotay smiled.
*
"Actually, uh, are you up for talking?"
*
"Yeah."
*
"May I ask why this, uh, incubus has chosen my form to appear to you?"
*
"I really don't know." Chakotay admitted. "It kept talking about forbidden fantasies and how I should let myself go."
*
"And so you did?"
*
"I'm as surprised as you are by that." Chakotay admitted. "And I guess I owe you a very big apology. The incubus keeps saying that you're the one I chose."
*
"Me?" Paris seemed amused.
*
"I'm glad my situation entertains you." Chakotay said. "And I am curious as to what form the alien would take with you."
*
"That's an interesting question." Paris said. But while Chakotay was looking at him, his lips hadn't moved.
*
"What's that?"
*
"What's what?" Paris said. "I wasn't talking, I'm still puzzling about your question. If I had a dream lover, what would she look like."
*
"A very interesting question, indeed." came the voice and Chakotay turned his head to see Paris standing to his other side.
*
"Oh, God, not again!" he begged. "Tom, can you see him?"
*
"Who?"
*
"The incubus. He's right here beside me, right now."
*
"Commander, no one is standing there."
*
"He's here."
*
"Yes, and I hope you're ready for some more fun and games." Paris said.
*
"No. Go away."
*
"Computer." Tom said. "Scan the crew lounge for any evidence of alien life forms."
*
"There are no alien life forms in the crew lounge."
*
Paris lifted his shoulders in a shrug and wide smile. "That's me all over. Now you see me, now you don't."
*
"He's here, Tom." Chakotay said. "What do you want from me?" he demanded of the phantom Paris.
*
"I want to make your fantasies come true."
*
"No! Go away!"
*
"Oh, it's too late for me to go away." Paris was suddenly nude and climbing atop Chakotay. Chakotay tried to fend him off, but his hands were unable to quite grasp and he found himself suddenly erect and his cock ensconced in Paris' ass. And he was fully clothed! Paris began to bounce up and down on his cock and Chakotay groaned.
*
"Tom, it's back again. Get someone to help me!" he begged. "I can't fight it off! Please, get it away from me!"
*
"Keep calm, Commander." Tom said. "Ensign Flanders, bring that tricorder over here. Commander, where is the alien?"
*
"He's riding me right now!" Chakotay panted.
*
"Scan the area above Commander Chakotay."
*
"They can't find me!" taunted Paris. "It's far too late for that. I'm a part of you, now. We're going to share each other for the rest of our lives. Well, the rest of your life, anyway. Too bad it's such a short lifespan, but you'll be very, very happy for that length of time."
*
Chakotay's passion was building in him again, and he knew that, to the gawking crew members, he was lying on the lounge chair, humping upwards at nothing, a grotesquerie, an object of ridicule. "Please, make him stop!" He begged. "Oh, oh, oh!"
*
"Come on, lover, give me that load. I want all of it. Again and again and again. I need your essence."
*
"Nothing, Lieutenant."
*
"Change the phase and try again." Tom ordered. "We know something is there, Flanders. We just have to figure out how to see it."
*
"I'll try display modes at different frequencies." Flanders said. She played a light beam over Chakotay, who was now making only incoherent sounds of joy.
*
"Changing the frequency." Flanders reported. "Negative. Raising it again. Negative."
*
Chakotay grunted, his body erupted and he felt his jism splatter his briefs, fully dressed, and in full view of the crew, he soiled his uniform with his jism and fell back to lie utterly exhausted in front of them.
*
"Negative." Pause. "Negative." Pause. "Negative."
*
"Thanks loads, stud." Paris said as he got off of Chakotay, who looked at him with glazed eyes. "Now that we've adjusted to each other, you shouldn't be quite so exhausted each time. I figure you can last me at least a few months before I'll have to find someone else."
*
"It's climbing off, now." Chakotay panted. Standing right in front of you, Flanders."
*
"Sir, I can't find anything. I'm already scanning in X-ray frequencies."
*
"Later, lover." Paris said and blinked out of existence.
*
"It's gone, Ensign." Chakotay gasped. "Thank you for trying."
*
"Yes, sir." Flanders said. "I'll run these readings through the computer and see if it picks up any patterns."
*
"Scan Commander Chakotay." Tom ordered. "What's his synaptic function?"
*
"Seventy-six percent of optimal." Flanders reported.
*
"That's twenty percent below where you were when I left you back at Sickbay." Tom said. "It's draining you badly. I just hope it leaves you alone long enough to let you recover. I'll walk you back to your quarters so you can get cleaned up." Tom said.
*
"Thanks." Chakotay said. "It looks like it no longer matters if you're nearby or not. It said it had adjusted to me."
*
"Then it can come feed off you whenever it wants." Tom said.
*
"Yeah." Chakotay walked, feeling his sperm drip out of his soaked briefs and run down his legs. "God, all over myself like an untrained puppy. And it's going to keep coming back again and again and again." He felt utterly humiliated.
*
"Take it easy, Commander." Tom said. "We'll figure out how to get rid of that thing. We got some readings on it this time and we'll get more. I'm going to stick with you until we get this resolved. Flanders, let me borrow that tricorder once you've uploaded the readings."
*
"Yes, sir."
*
"Tom?" Chakotay said. "Do you think it's just my imagination gone mad?"
*
"Not with what the Doctor reported." Tom said emphatically. "You were at Death's door ringing the doorbell when you arrived there. No imagination, no matter how vivid, could do that to your body. No, you're the victim of some force or other and that means we can find an answer."
*
"Don't you just wish!" came the voice.
*
Chakotay startled, looked around. "It knows we know about it." he told Tom. "I just feel so damned helpless."
*
"I'll stick with you, Commander." Tom promised. "You're not facing this alone, you know. You've got friends who will watch out for you. And as I said, your crew already knows you're human."
*
"Thank God for that." Chakotay weaved on his feet. "Maybe we'd better go to Sickbay again."
*
"Sure." Tom said, offering his shoulder for Chakotay to brace on. With his help, Chakotay made it to Sickbay under his own power.
*
The Doctor scanned him, then said, "I also want a sample of your sperm, Commander, if you don't mind supplying a small amount for my scanning."
*
"There's plenty of it stuck to my body right now." Chakotay admitted.
*
"Help me get his clothing off, Lieutenant." the Doctor said.
*
Chakotay had forgotten that Tom was also studying medicine in order to help in Sickbay. Naturally he'd have to be the one undress me, he moaned to himself.
*
Tom undid Chakotay's uniform and matter-of-factly opened his trousers to expose Chakotay's cock. Swabbed a patch of pearl-colored jism from his pubic hair and dabbled it on the slide, handed it to the Doctor.
*

"Step aside, now, Lieutenant, while I repair his synaptic function." Paris stepped back and Chakotay was bathed in a reddish light for some seconds. "That has you back to ninety-two percent of your optimum, Commander. That is four percent lower than you were when I released you last time. You must avoid any further drain on your body for at least twenty-four hours. I am ordering you back to your quarters and straight to bed."
*
"Fine with me. I feel completely drained." Chakotay said. He reached for his waistband and re-covered his crotch and fastened his trousers. "I just want to get cleaned off and get in bed."
*
He stood up, blinked to clear his eyes, and took off under Paris' tutelage. "I've had some ideas of how to see that creature the next time he appears." Paris said. "I think the next time it shows up, we'll get some proper readings."
*
"I just hope he doesn't show for a while." Chakotay said. "I can't keep this up much longer. To hell with my dignity, this is my life we're talking about. It's being siphoned off me a little at a time."
*
On the way to Chakotay's quarters, something occurred to Chakotay. "Tom, you said that the entire crew knows I'm human."
*
"Yes."
*
"But it was the incubus who first said that to me, about the hand signals, when I was in the Deck Two lavatory."
*
"But you repeated it to me in the briefing."
*
"Yes, but do you really think that way?"
*
"Hm? Oh, that the hand signals designed to be private really aren't?" Tom laughed. "Yeah, the bridge crew noticed that signal not too long after you two came up with it. This is a small ship with very few diversions available, and suddenly we had a genuine mystery to solve. So next time you used the signal, a visiting ensign took the opportunity to get on the turbolift with you and see where you went. Deck Two. So we stationed a spy for the next trip. Mystery solved. We were hoping for something much more elaborate and entertaining."
*
"I guess it is rather useless."
*
"Keeping the command personna as something more than human? I personally think so. It's not like you have that much distance between you and the crew the rest of the time."
*
"But if I did such as thing as say, 'Pardon me while I take a dump' and go into the bridge lavatory and blast out with my anal trumpet, what's the crew going to think? The soundproofing on that door is abominable, you know that. The Captain and I have to stand in as your de facto leaders, counselors, guides and parent-figures. What else can we do but hide our human frailties as much as we can?"
*
"Trust in your crew." Tom said immediately. "Every child learns that his parents are human, then the great revelation comes later that everyone is human. After that, you can take the proper value of your leaders. I don't know a man on this ship, Chakotay, who wouldn't follow you right into certain death. And a stink coming from the lavatory after you use it isn't going to change that, no matter what you think."
*
They reached Chakotay's quarters and Chakotay was relieved to remove his soiled clothing. He stripped under Paris' careful watch and noted Paris' eyes trailing over his body. He felt so grateful for the gentle friendship Paris had shown that he actually didn't mind, he let him look all he wanted to, even thought of putting on a show. But that would have been too obvious, and he wasn't some Rigellian stripper, anyway. He settled for putting his clothing in the laundry chute and stepping into the shower.
*
Paris waited until the shower was going and then went back into the main room. "Incubus?" he called out. "Incubus, if I were you, I'd be setting up my home base right here. So I know you can hear me. I want to talk to you. Please!"
*
Chakotay appeared before him. "I'm listening." He said.
*
Tom kept his eyes firmly on the face. "You're taking too much energy from Commander Chakotay. You have to stop for a while, please!"
*
"But I'm hungry." Chakotay pouted. "I have to live, and this is how I take my nourishment."
*
"But you don't have to siphon it all off from one person, do you?"
*
"Not necessarily." Chakotay said, cocking his head to one side. "But people usually don't volunteer to feed me."
*
Paris took a deep breath. "I'm volunteering." he said.
*
"You are?"
*
"Right. Come on, incubus, take my deepest, darkest fantasy and feed on it to your heart's content. I'll embrace you gladly. Just leave Chakotay alone for a while. You're hurting him."
*
"People do last longer when I have more than one to feed on." Chakotay agreed. "But are you sure you want to see your hidden fantasy?"
*
"I'm sure."
*
"It's not the one you're thinking of." Chakotay warned. "It never is."
*
"I don't care. Just take me. Take all of me, damn it!"
*
"All right."
*
* * * * *
*
Chakotay got out of the shower, feeling much better already. He scrubbed briskly with a towel and felt like whistling. A burden had been lifted off his shoulders, is how it felt. Command was such a lonely thing, and he was permitted to lay that duty aside for a time. He realized that he hadn't brought his briefs into the bathroom with him and shrugged. Tom had already seen him nude, so what did it matter?
*
He walked into the main room and gasped. Tom was lying on the bed, face down, groaning, his face flushed, his hair disarranged and sweat covering his features.
*
"Oh, no!" Chakotay groaned. "Get away from him. Leave him alone right now! It's me you're after, me!"
*
The incubus appeared, Paris fucking Paris. "Not any longer, I'm not. You weren't giving me enough energy, so I branched out. Don't worry, I'll keep both of you very happy, and you'll last much more than twice as long for me this way. Why, this has added at least a year to your life span."
*
"Computer, scan the area near my bed, full range sensors, all frequencies. Immediately! Every possible scan that can be done."
*
"Scanning."
*
"Don't you know by now that I'm not going to show up on any scans?" Paris said as he humped his double on the bed. "I'm a creature of the soul and mind, not the physical world."
*
Paris on the bed groaned, his face reddened and he obviously reached his orgasm, for he groaned in sheer ecstacy. The incubus Paris seemed to orgasm as well, though Chakotay knew that it was actually a siphoning off of energy from Paris that the incubus was taking in.
*
Done, the incubus was gone, and Paris was sobbing on the bed. Chakotay ran over to check on him. "Computer, two to beam to Sickbay."
*
Chakotay arrived completely nude with Paris in his arms, a heavy wet spot on his groin.
*
"What is it?" the Doctor said.
*
"The incubus has started in on Lieutenant Paris."
*
The Doctor did a scan. "Synaptic function at thirty-eight percent. That's as bad as when you first came in. Put him on the bed right now." The Doctor turned on the synaptic restoration ray. "This will take about two minutes. May I ask why you aren't wearing clothes, Commander?"
*
"Wasn't time." Chakotay said. "I came out of the shower and there was Paris being used by the incubus. I thought they only concentrated on one person at a time."
*
"Not necessarily." the Doctor said. "I was reading about an episode similar in Earth history, the result of something you said, Commander. In 1564, the Nazareth convent in Cologne, Germany was visited by a creature that could have been very like the one tormenting you right now. A nun named Gertrude began to be ravished by this demon, and they attempted to protect her by giving her a roommate. Instead, the roommate also began to be ravished. In time it swept through the convent like a plague. Dr. Johann Weyer advised remedies that I am considering for you." [AUTHOR'S NOTE: I did my research, folks. This is an actual historical case, not my admittedly active imagination.]
*
"Such as?"
*
"Demonic ravishment like this and like episodes in Colonial New England, always seem to begin when a person is trapped in a situation where they cannot express themselves fully, and have to live with a great deal of personal denial, such as a nun in a convent."
*
"Or a commander aboard a ship with no chance to take shore leave." Chakotay said.
*
"Indeed."
*
"So what do you suggest?" Chakotay said. "This is no phantom of the imagination we're dealing with, but an actual being."
*
"One moment." the Doctor switched off the ray. "Lieutenant Paris? Lieutenant?"
*
Paris groaned and opened his eyes. "Is it over?"
*
"Yes." Chakotay said. "You're in Sick Bay. Tom, what have you done?"
*
"The only thing I could think of." Paris said. "You were getting drained too fast. We had to slow it down so we could figure out a way to stop it."
*
"Tom, what did you do?"
*
"Volunteered." Tom said. "With the creature having two of us to torment, we'll both live longer than if it stuck to only one of us."
*
"You mean you did that for me?" Chakotay said.
*
Paris smiled. "Any of the crew would have done it. I just happened to be available. Doctor, have I been torn open as badly as I feel I have?"
*
"In what way?" the Doctor asked.
*
"The incubus fucked me pretty hard." Paris said.
*
"Your rectum has not suffered any physical damage." the Doctor said after a quick scan. "Any pain you felt was purely mental."
*
"It's a mental creature." Chakotay said. "It admitted that to me when I walked in on you."
*
"You saw us?" Paris said apprehensively. "What did you see?"
*
"The incubus fucking your ass."
*
"And what did it look like?"
*
"Like you." Chakotay said. "Tom, are you that narcissistic?"
*
"I saw someone else entirely." Paris admitted. "You're the one with me as the star of your deepest fantasy, not me."
*
"Then who did you see?"
*
"Commander, if I have my way, you'll never find out." Paris said. "If you walked in on us, did you think to order a scan?"
*
"Yes. Full-range, all frequencies."
*
"Great." Paris said. "Let's see what the computer can tell us about this creature so far."
*
It didn't take long. Nothing. So far as the computer's scans could tell, the creature did not exist.
*
"Now what do we do?" Chakotay said.
*
"Go back to your quarters." Paris said. "And plan on sticking around to help each other out until we can both get away from this thing. Oh, my poor ass!"
*
END OF PART 2
*

TO GO TO THE NEXT PART, CLICK BELOW:

The Visitor Takes Over