In Service

Your mind is in a haze, barely aware of your surroundings and nearly incapable of forming a complete thought as the women carry you away. You have no idea where they're taking you, but you no longer care. Water washes over your skin, and they handle you roughly as they scrub you clean. You don't resist even when their hands reach for your most sensitive areas without any pretense of being gentle.

After they've washed, scrubbed, and dried every inch of your naked body, the two women set you down on a cushion on the floor. At eye level with your kneeling form you see a small shelf with a collar resting on it next to a fresh and neatly folded uniform just like the one the two women shredded off of you. The edge of the shelf has a small placard that reads Prepare yourself for service. Without a thought, you reach for the collar and fasten it around your neck as if you had done this a hundred times before. It feels strangely comforting to you, like the burdens of personal responsibility are no longer yours to bear.

"It's good to see you following protocol for once," you hear zh'Thracia's voice say with a biting edge. Still looking down at the floor, you hear her footsteps approach and then see her boots stop right in front of you. Her hand reaches down to grab you by the hair. The pain of her grip makes you gasp, but you don't cry out or try to pull away. She tilts your head back so you're looking up at her. She stares into your eyes, studying them so intently that it feels like she's peering into your soul.

"What's this? Did I finally break you? Are your days of casual insubordination finally at an end?" She asks.

"Yes, Mistress zh'Thracia," you answer genuinely. Your Enterprise, your crewmates, your zh'Thracia are all a dim memory now. That life has been beaten out of you.

"Are you finally willing to submit to me completely?"

"Yes, Mistress. Completely," you answer. She releases your hair, and you fall forward to crouch on your hands and knees. Your face is less than an inch away from her black leather boots.

"We shall see," she says ominously.

You hear Thompson's voice ask, "Mistress, we were wondering..."

"Can we stay and watch?" Dixon finishes her question.

"The last time I let you watch, you two got so horny you showed up an hour late for your next shift with each other's scent on your breaths," she replies sternly.

"So... yes?"

"No! You two are dismissed!"

"Yes, Mistress zh'Thracia," both women say obediently and quickly leave.

As soon as the door whooshes shut, you hear zh'Thracia let out a weary sigh. "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, Mistress zh'Thracia," you respond reflexively as you move to your feet.

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 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.