"Uhura's Distress" By Tinker, November 1993 "Message understood. Kirk out." Routinely the captain put down the communicator and faced the landing party. "Alright. You all heard it. We are trapped in this concrete cellar. The transporter will be repaired in about eight hours. We can't go out, but nothing else can come in. No too bad, after all. We can easily last that long and have enough to drink with us. So just make it yourself ehhh... comfortable." The whole crew grinned. Spock and McCoy decided to sit down in the right corner of the twenty by twenty feet cubicle, Kirk and lt. Uhura took the other corner. Before long, Spock and McCoy were deeply involved in a pocket chess game that they had modified to make things more difficult for Spock. A certain amount of luck and intuition was introduced to make the chances more equal. While captain Kirk sat cross-legged on the ground, drinking some water, Uhura leaned against a wall and now or then exchanged the one wall for the other or walked slowly through the cellar. "Please lieutenant, sit down, have a drink. We have a few more hours to go, you know." Uhura nodded and left her wall. She sat down on her knees and gladly accepted the mug of water Kirk offered her. But after a while, she rose again and started walking around. "Sorry captain, but my knees started to hurt," she excused herself. Kirk rose his eyebrows. "Did I tell you to sit on your knees?" he asked startled. "No you didn't," Uhura smiled. "But you see, my uniform was designed with starship furniture in mind." She straightened her back and corrected a tiny rimple in her red dress. "I see what problem you have, sitting on this dirty ground with that lovely uniform. Just ignore the dust. I'm sitting on it. You can sit on it. On board, we have plenty of new uniforms." Kirk patted the ground and Uhura could not resist. "To be honest, my legs ARE killing me. But please, sir, don't be offended by my uniform, will you?" Then, she carefully bent her knees and joined the captain on the floor, cross-legged. With a bit of shame, she avoided Kirk's eyes. "I know this looks challenging, sir, but I warned you." "Please, lieutenant. I have seen your panties before. Your dress was designed with no furniture in mind at all. You will always show yourself, no matter what. And to be very honest, I like it that way. Very much." Uhura now smiled happily and decided to lean back against the wall. She gracefully pulled up her legs and put her arms in her neck. McCoy casually looked up from his game and could not avoid being caught by Uhura's fully exposed red underwear. He blinked. Uhura gave him her most pleasant smile, and closed her eyes. Slowly her knees fell apart. After two hours, Uhura woke up and bent over to the captain, who had been watching her panties and the rest for exactly that time. "Please Jim, can I have a drink of water?" Jim handed her the bottle, which she drunk down almost completely. Then, she leaned back against the wall and started humming softly in herself. After one more hour, McCoy raised and told the rest: "Well, that's it. Sorry but I have to do something we humans have to do quite regularly. Please, Uhura, be not offended." He went to the opposite corner and pissed against the wall. Uhura could not avoid giggling a bit. Spock followed McCoy and after another quarter, Jim went as well. Then they sat down again, Uhura took another, not less revealing pose, and they waited for another hour. Then Uhura suddenly rose and casually started walking around again. Her sudden unrest was not noticed by Jim and Spock, who now were busy slaughtering eachother on the game board. But McCoy smiled and took his tricorder. Beeping the machine revealed Uhura's distress. She blushed and looked away. "Still four more hours, Jim. She's not gonna make it." Kirk looked up, unaware of the situation. "What did you say, Bones?" "I think our communications officer has a problem, Jim." Kirk looked to Uhura, who now was standing straight up, legs firmly pulled together, looking into the distance. "What's the matter, lieutenant?" he asked alarmed. "Nothing, sir," she mumbled with her teeth together. Jim looked to McCoy. "What the hell..." McCoy eased him and said: "Well, I think we all should look to the opposite corner than where our toilet is for a moment." Jim now understood and nodded. But then Uhura sharply turned her head and said: "No sir. I have my pride. I will not undress myself in the presence of fellow officers. I will use my uniform to save my pride." Kirk rose an eyebrow again. "Sorry lieutenant, I fail to see what you mean by that." Uhura stroke her short red dress and softly said: "My uniform must have been designed with no furniture in mind indeed, captain. Literally. I presume it was designed to let the female population cope with the absence of private toilets." Then, she slowly walked towards the toilet corner. Arrived there, she turned around to face the three men and pulled down her tiny red dress firmly, which gained half an inch below but revealed her breasts even better than before. Then she carefully put her legs apart, until her high, tight boots stood about two feet from eachother. Jim only now recognised the typical pose Uhura was taking. He could not believe his eyes and rose to his feet: "Uhura, please, stop it. There is no need to make a scene like this. We are civilised men, we CAN look another way." But Uhura shook her head and put her hands in her sides. "No use, Jim. I am determined. What I'm going to do is not as unusual for me as you might think it is. Take it easy. I consider it some kind of fun myself. And besides, it is already to late, anyway." Then, she closed her eyes, swallowed and breathed deeply. For a few seconds, she just stood there, legs apart, concentrating. She began to tremble. Her knees seemed to move even further apart, and her breasts revealed that her respiration tempo increased considerably. It took her seven seconds to overcome her muscle reflexes. Then, suddenly, her breath stuck and she moved her hips a bit forward. McCoy's tricorder sounded a tiny alarm signal and Bones grabbed hastily to switch the thing off. Uhura pinced her fists together and looked down to her tiny skirt that barely covered her panties. Under it, but hidden from anyone's view, her red underwear changed colour and started to drip between her legs. She giggled, closed her eyes again and straightened her back. From under her dress a steady stream of liquid began to clatter down. Uhura's hands relaxed, and slid down her tighs to the edge of her skirt. She grasped it and pulled it down again, more as a reflex than intendedly. Smiling, fully satisfied, she pushed the full contents of her bladder into her panties. The stream fell down between her gracious legs, and her high black boots soon were surrounded by a puddle of liquid. Uhura bent her head backwards, mumbled something, loosened her grip to her skirt and slowly let the waterfall die away. It took her about one minute to stop the dripping from out of her completely soaked panties. Finally, she came back to reality, shook her head, and blinked with her eyes. Without even looking at the three baffled men watching her, she pulled up her skirt a bit and examined her underwear. It showed a rather big dark spot between her legs and halfway up her hips. A bit alarmed, Uhura twisted and looked over her shoulder while pulling up her skirt from behind. Her buttocks were just as wet as she had feared. With her dress still pulled up and her legs spread out, she giggled "Oops" and turned to the three men. Then Uhura realised the full impact of her pose and slowly lowered her dress again, pulled back together her legs, and corrected her general appearance. But her usual habit of stroking her skirt to remove rimples she left out. Carefully she walked to her corner, one time grabbing between her legs to pull a bit at her wet panties, and leaned against the wall again. She pulled up one leg and put her foot against the wall. "Really gentlemen," she smiled, "this was some kind of fun to me. Don't be ashamed of what you just saw. Please." Jim blinked with his eyes. "That was a firm proof of pride, lieutenant. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it as much as we did." Uhura smiled and put her head against the wall. "I thought you would like it. But believe me, it took quite some courage to actually wet myself. Still, it was a unique experience." At that moment, everything started to wave and flicker and within three seconds everyone was aboard the Enterprise again. Uhura quickly fell into the role of communications officer and first reported to the bridge. Then with a puff of compressed air the door opened and Uhura elegantly walked out, not to her quarters as Jim had expected, but straight to the bridge where she sat down with just a tiny bit of skirt manipulating. She remained there for a full two hours and when she finally signed off duty and left the bridge, nobody could see anything strange about her red panties that showed under her dress that had not properly fallen down. Many men looked and saw her underwear. But only a few knew.