Email: stealthgriffin@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Trance is going through an ordeal that won’t go away, no matter how much help she gets.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters.
Note: Don’t ask where this came from.
Trance woke up and noticed that her sheets and pajamas were slightly damp. And it wasn’t from sweat.
She hurriedly stripped and as her top rubbed against her nipples she cried out in pain.
When she was finally naked she ran to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
Her purple flesh tone had deepened. Her usually purple nipples were almost black and a glow-in-the-dark purple fluid coated her inner thighs.
As she looked at herself her womanhood tingled and her hand went straight between her legs.
She slid two fingers inside herself and quickly rubbed them in and out, moaning loudly as she did.
After a couple of minutes she screamed and used her free hand to hold her up as the purple fluids flowed from her body. A small puddle developed on the floor and she quickly cleaned it up and carefully dressed.
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Trance strolled down the corridor deep in thought. She was so pre-occupied that she ran right into Beka. As they collided Beka’s hand brushed against Trance’s chest and the girl screeched.
"What’s wrong?" Beka asked as Trance supported herself with the wall.
"Nothing, I’m just a little sore," Trance tried to lie but Beka caught it.
"Trance, what’s wrong? Has Harper been bugging you again?" Beka asked sternly and Trance shook her head.
"No…it’s personal," Trance said as she ran back to her room and stripped again.
She slid her fingers into her womanhood but it didn’t feel the same. She slid another finger into herself and quickly rubbed herself. She let out another scream as she orgasmed and covered her bed in the fluid.
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Beka watched Trance as the girl labored to get her work done on Command. She struggled and avoided any contact with anyone or anything she could avoid. She especially avoided contact with her chest and she had yet to touch anyone.
"Dylan, does Trance seem a bit agitated to you?" Beka asked as she glanced over Trance, who seemed to be an even darker shade of purple today.
"Yes she does," Dylan said absentmindedly. "Why don’t you go talk to her?"
"I tried earlier but she just ran off." Beka shrugged.
"I’ll have Rommie keep an eye on her," Dylan said with a shrug.
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Trance groaned as she went about her work. She had carefully avoided touching her breasts to anything and had to avoid touching any people for fear of that would do to her.
She wasn’t sure what was happening to her. She had heard of this happening to her people, but it was so rare that it was never a concern. And no one knew exactly what it was, or she hadn’t been told.
She finished the very last of her work and ran out of command. She hurried to the storage and looked around quickly until she located the object she needed and then hurried back to her quarters.
She moaned loudly as she climbed out of her clothes and hurried to her bathroom.
Her hand went between her legs and she rubbed her clitoris with a loud groan. But the feeling was still as strong.
She slid a fourth finger into herself and screamed as she rubbed herself mercilessly. She slid her fingers between her sensitive lips and pinched her clit. She screamed as she did but she didn’t cum. As much as she tried, Trance couldn’t get to her orgasm.
She grabbed her new toy and turned it on. The slight buzz told her it was working and she quickly stuck the vibrator between her legs and rubbed it all over womanhood. After a moment she screamed again and purple fluid flowed.
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Beka watched as Trance pleasured herself and frowned as the girl slumped against the wall before she cleaned up and then carefully put her clothes back on.
Beka shook her head and went straight to Trance’s quarters.
Trance was fully dressed but her purple was even darker than it had been before.
"What’s going on Trance?" Beka demanded.
"I’m not feeling well. That’s all," Trance answered innocently.
"Bull. Rommie was monitoring you. I saw what you were doing to yourself. Now what’s wrong?"
Trance frowned and then pulled Beka into the room and sealed the door.
"Privacy mode," she growled. "I’ve heard stories of my people. Once in a great while this will happen to them. Females will have their breasts extremely sensitive. They will involuntarily leak purple liquid. But I’ve never been told why or how to get rid of it!"
"Well. You obviously have an idea how to get rid of it," Beka noted.
"That just makes it bearable for a little while," Trance moaned.
"Do you think it would help if someone helped you?" Beka asked as she took the girl’s hand.
"I don’t know. Please. I want you to try," Trance moaned.
Beka smiled and gently leaned over and kissed Trance. The girl moaned and opened her mouth to Beka’s exploring tongue. Beka carefully reached up and unbuttoned the loose fitting shirt Trance wore.
She pulled it off and looked down at the girl’s firm breasts and very erect and nearly black nipples.
Beka carefully cupped Trance’s breasts and watched as the girl moaned. Her thumbs brushed over the dark nipples and Trance screeched.
"Shhh," Beka whispered as she bent over and gently took one of the sensitive nipples into her mouth.
Trance gripped Beka’s head and held it to her breast as she moaned loudly. She felt herself becoming extremely aroused and the pain in the breast Beka had was gone. Her other was still in pain and Trance pulled Beka off of one breast and then moved her to the other.
When Beka released the nipple, however, the pain was worse than before and Trance growled.
"Shhh, I’ll deal with this," Beka said as she stood and then pushed Trance onto the bed.
She slowly pulled the loose pants off of Trance’s lower body and looked between the girl’s legs. A light purple sheen covered Trance’s inner thighs and her dark purple pubic hair was soaking with juices. The girl’s womanhood was almost white with agitation and Beka slowly knelt down and lowered her head between Trance’s legs.
Beka moved closer to Trance’s sensitive skin and slowly brushed a finger along the length of her. Trance moaned loudly and arched her back. Beka slowly lowered her lips and extended her tongue, gently brushing her tongue along Trance’s womanhood.
Trance screamed and grabbed Beka’s head, forcing her face down into the purpleness.
Beka was off balance for a moment but then her tongue went to work on Trance. She slid her tongue fully into Trance’s womanhood and gently played with the nub of her clit. As Trance’s moans intensified, Beka wrapped her hot lips around Trance’s clit and the girl screamed and bucked her hips as she sprayed sweet tasting purple fluid all over Beka’s face.
After a moment Trance’s grip loosened and Beka lifted her head, her face covered with purple juices.
Trance pulled Beka to her and greedily licked the juice from her face.
"Thank you, Beka," Trance breathed as she ran a hand through Beka’s hair, which also had purple juice in it.
"Did that satisfy you?" Beka asked.
"Yes. I can still feel the need but I can handle it now," she whispered. "Do you want me to do it to you?"
"No," Beka said as she slipped her hand into her pants and gently caressed herself. "I haven’t spent enough time with my self lately."
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