Go to zh'Thracia's Quarters

Watching Stevenson get ass-fucked by Mr. Sulu really messed with your head. The whole scene plays over and over again in your mind as you walk down the corridor. His screams of terror and pain as his ass was being used as a cum dump ring in your ears. You have to get out of here before something like that happens to you. You're going to have to figure out how to get back to where you belong eventually, but for now you'll need to play along to stay alive.

What did she mean by 'in service'? What kind of service is she talking about, you wonder as you reach zh'Thracia's quarters. The door slides open for you obediently, and you step inside. As you look around, you begin to get an idea of just what she meant. You had pictured what the 'real' Tracie's quarters looked like from that one date that didn't end so well, but now it looks like those quarters have been transformed into a dominatrix's den. Whips, blades, canes, floggers, and various other instruments of pain sit on racks and hang from the walls between gruesome pieces of art. On the wall across from you is a prominent painting of a naked Vulcan woman bound in chains with her head bowed in a subservient manner and green streaks of blood across her skin where she had been whipped. Another shows a human male crying out in pain as his body is bent over a table and a muscular Orion woman is pegging him with a strap-on. Just next to that painting you see a matching strap-on harness hanging on a hook next to a shelf dildos of all different shapes and sizes. On another wall hung a picture of two leather-clad Andorian women in a passionate kiss with the tips of their antennae pressing against each other.

"Woah, this Tracie's pretty freaky," you say to yourself. You've dabbled in some light bondage in the past, but not anything remotely like what you see here. It has you a little scared, but not entirely in a bad way.

Immediately to your left, you see a small shelf with a collar resting on it. The edge of the shelf has a small placard that reads Prepare yourself for service. followed by the word 'uniform' with an arrow pointing up and 'boots' with an arrow pointing down. Your mind immediately goes to the training area and how you went along with whatever was going on back there. It looks you'll have to do the same here too. Shrugging your shoulders, you pull off your boots and slip out of your uniform. Folding your uniform neatly, you place it on the shelf and then take the collar into your hands. Just as you fasten it around your neck, the door opens. Standing there completely naked except for a collar and a cock cage, you feel awkward and exposed. Looking down to hide your embarrassed expression, you see a cushion on the floor that looks just like the cushions you were kneeling on earlier. Just like before, you kneel down on the cushion near your feet. The door closes, and you hear footsteps moving toward you.

"Oh good, you decided to follow protocol for once," you hear zh'Thracia's voice say with an edge of weariness. Her hand reaches down to tousle your hair with a sense of casual dominance as if you were a pet. Her hand moves down towards your neck and she hooks a finger inside your collar, tugging it up gently.

"Come give me a backrub. It's been a hell of a day," she says to you as she moves over to a low-backed chair.

"Yes, uh, Mistress zh'Thracia," you say trying your best to sound subservient.

Before she sits down, she unfastens her uniform top and tosses it casually onto a nearby hook where it hangs right next to a red leather corset with gold trim. You try not to stare, but you feel your eyes are constantly drawn to her perfectly shaped azure breasts with nipples that look like they were expertly sculpted out of ice. Just the sight of her tits makes you fantasize about burying your face in them. Shaking your head before you get too lost in your own thoughts, you move around to the back of her chair as she sits down and leans forward. Your hands grasp the firm flesh of her shoulders, and you begin to feel, rub, and press into the tense muscles along her neck, shoulders, and upper back.

"Mmmmm, yesss. Right there. Press harder. Ohhh!" she moans as you work the tension out of a knot just above her shoulder blade. The more you continue to knead her back and shoulder muscles, the more her stern exterior seems to melt away as she becomes more relaxed. She's practically purring by the time you're done working all the knots out of her back. She reaches up and hooks her finger under your collar again and pulls you down so her face is right next to the side of your head. You wince in surprise and a little pain as her teeth catch the edge of your ear.

"I hope you're as good with your tongue as you are with your hands," she whispers into your ear. You feel her guiding you around by your collar until you're kneeling in front of her. She looks down at you with a hungry grin as she leans back and spreads her legs. She lets go of your collar and slides her panties to the side. The exotic fragrance of her alien pussy fills your nostrils as she exposes her moist indigo slit to you. Your mouth waters instinctively. Leaning forward, you press your face into her crotch. A few wispy white pubic hairs tickle your nose while you trace her moist folds with your tongue. Her fingers stroke your hair while you lick and flick your way all around her pussy. Her soft moans let you know just how much she's enjoying herself. You can feel her clit begin to swell and peek out from under its hood. As you focus your tongue on her clit, she begins to draw your head more firmly into her crotch and hold you there with her thighs. You can't breathe. Panic hits you and you start to struggle, making her only squeeze her thighs together more tightly. Just as you feel like your lungs are about to explode, her body starts to shudder. Although your ears are muffled by her legs, you can hear her let out an intense orgasmic scream. Her body relaxes, and you hungrily fill your lungs with air. Blue-tinged fluid runs down your chin as you collapse to the floor.

"Oh fuck, that was intense!" she says as she catches her breath. "Were you hoping that if you make me cum hard enough I'll unlock that cage of yours and let you cum too?"

You hadn't really considered that, but now that she said it you can't help but want that. "Yes, Mistress zh'Thracia," you nod.

She grins down at you as she stands up. "We'll see about that."

Just then, the intercom beeps. Annoyed, zh'Thracia strides over to the panel and presses the button.

"This isn't a good time," she shouts.

That is of little concern, Lieutenant, responded the cold emotionless voice of the ships Vulcan first officer. The Andorian's expression instantly grows a few shades lighter.

"Mister Spock! My apologies, I..."

I do not require your apologies, Lieutenant, he interrupted. However, I do require your presence to discuss an important matter regarding ship security.

"Ship security? But Mister Sulu..."

...is already here at my quarters, Lieutenant. I suggest you put your quarrel with him aside and report here immediately, understood?

"Well, Sir... I... um... Immediately?" she asks, sounding flustered.

Immediately! Spock answered in no uncertain terms before shutting off the intercom.

"Fuck!" zh'Thracia swears under her breath.

"Don't go anywhere, understand?" She says to you as she hurriedly puts her uniform top back on and straightens her skirt and panties.

"Yes, Mistress zh'Thracia," you respond obediently as she fastens her dagger to her waist and rushes out the door.