Join the Fight!

Even though she's not your Tracie, you feel compelled to help her. Rushing into the frey, you jump the man with the knife and try to flip him over onto his back. Meanwhile, the unarmed attacker tries to retrieve his knife from the wall, but zh'Thracia kicks him savagely in the side of the head with her boot. Her spiked heel punctures his temple, and you shutter at the sickening sound of his skull cracking. Stunned by the site of zh'Thracia gruesomely killing a fellow crewman, you hesitate just long enough for the surviving attacker to find his feet again. In the next instant though, he's throttled back down to the ground by zh'Thracia as she screams out a bone-chilling Andorian war cry. The **** is working her up into a frenzy.

"You can kiss my pretty blue ass, you worthless piece of shit!" she spits at him with her hand around his throat while he lays helplessly on his back. Then she kneels down and swings her leg around to straddle his face while still holding onto his throat. "Go ahead, kiss it! Kiss it, you worm!"

You stare in utter amazement as she sits on the man's face. Just when you thought this situation couldn't get any more bizarre, she lifts the front of her skirt and pulls her panties to the side. you get a peek of her pale blue cunt before it disappears from view again as she leans forward and smothers him with her snatch. He wriggles and flails, but she just squeezes the sides of his face with her thighs, burying his nose and mouth. Her eyes roll back as she moans in sadistic pleasure. No longer needing to hold her attacker down with her hands, she lifts up her uniform top just enough to let her breasts to spill out in full view. Losing herself in the moment, she plays with her nipples while riding the face of her asphyxiating victim. Her body shudders once, twice, three times as she lets out a throaty satisfied growl. Her attacker's body goes limp underneath her.

You stand there in mild shock from watching her kill both men, the first with the Spike of her heal and the second with her pussy while cumming on his face. A chill runs down your spine as her eyes meet yours, her chest still heaving from the adrenaline rush. Slowly, she stands up. A viscous trail leads from between her legs to the smothered crewman's lips. A feral expression comes over her face. She moves towards you. Your legs are rooted in place, frozen in fear as she moves closer and closer until her face is inches from yours. She reaches up. You suppress a shudder as she runs her fingers along your cheek. Her hand moves behind your head and pulls your face towards hers. Your lips meet, and she kisses you with wild abandon. A growl emanates from her throat. She breaks the kiss and grins with satisfaction. In an instant, the smile drops and her whole expression shifts.

Slap!

Your face swings to the side and stings with pain.

"Don't forget your place, Doe," she warns.

"Mistress zh'Thracia! Mistress zh'Thracia!" Dixon's voice calls urgently through the intercom. zh'Thracia rushes over to the comm panel and hits the switch.

"What is it?" she snaps.

"Mistress, you better get here quick! Sulu's here, and he's about to... Oh my!"

"Sulu? What's he doing there?" she asks in alarm.

Silence.

She turns to you and pulls her uniform top back down over her breasts. "Forget sickbay. Wait for me in my quarters. You'll be in service to me tonight."

"In service?" you ask, not quite understanding what she means by that. She just stares at you with an ice-cold expression that freezes you to your core. "Um, I mean, yes, Mistress zh'Thracia," you correct yourself. She lets the stare linger for a moment longer before giving you a half-smile, half-leer and walking away. You breathe a sigh of relief.

In service? What the fuck does that mean, you wonder to yourself. You still need to figure out how to get out of here, but you don't want to arouse suspicion or incur the Lieutenant's wrath.