The Mating Ritual

The story takes place while Ensign Tilly was still serving on board the USS Discovery. Any other characters appearing in this work are entirely fictional.

Warning: this story contains a level of S&M violence appropriate to tolerances of the characters enjoying the role play.

'That's quite an outfit, Lieutenant.'

Lieutenant Argara looks up. She is Gozan, a distant cousin on the Klingon race; thick dark hair that could be described as lustrous, her forehead ridges less distinct than those of her warlike cousins. Most humans would describe her features as 'coarse' or 'thickset' but Ensign Sylvia Tilly finds them striking and oddly alluring. She is one who would describe the mane of black hair as lustrous, the woman's dark skin tone as exotic and her muscular build as 'hot'. Ensign Tilly also has a bit of thing about pointed ears.

Agara wears a leather harness that fits tightly across her muscular chest and shoulders; it has a high collar and the only modesty it provides is broad straps that cover her nipples and hide some of her large heavy breasts; it is worn with a short segmented leather skirt reminiscent of a cinematic gladiator from the ancient of Rome of Earth; the strappy boots with their spiked heels that, when she walks push her to stand almost on the tips of her toes, would make her a somewhat kinky combatant in the arena. Across her back is a bo'lith, a weapon the resembles a Klingon bat'leth.

'It is puk fe,' the Gozan growls glaring up at the ever cheerful redheaded ensign.

'So I gather.' Tilly returns her gaze levelly. 'Not many Gozan's to share it with.'

Puk fe is the Gozan equivalent of the Vulcan pon farr, the time of mating when adults from these races are overwhelmed with the urge to mate. Unlike Vulcans or Klingons at these times, Gozans are usually assuage their lust using homoerotic liaisons unless there is a specific desire between individuals to procreate.

'As you are well aware, Ensign,' Lieutenant Agara says with a chillness to her voice, 'I am the only Gozan on board the Discovery.'

'Yet you've still dressed up in your mating harness.'

Agara glowers and takes a swallow of her Romulan ale, a gesture that makes Tilly's courage waver.

'I...,' the diminutive ensign stammers. 'I came to challenge you to the ritual of Puk Fe that we may pair.'

She recites the sentence in Gozan as she has committed it to memory hoping that it is understood.

Agara's look of surprise is almost comical and she nearly chokes on her ale.

'Do not mock me, human.' She bares her teeth, her voice conveying her barely concealed contempt for what Tilly has just done.

'I'm not mocking you.' Ensign Tilly stands her ground albeit with a trace of nervousness. 'I'm challenging you for dominance in the ritual.'

Agara stands. She is at least a foot taller than diminutive Tilly and far more powerful, a prime example of her warlike race. Others in the bar turn to look at the confrontation.

'I do not accept your challenge.' Agara says. 'I would overcome you with ease and your frail body would not be able to endure the punishments of the ritual.'

Tilly nods her head. 'You're right, Agara. I'm sorry. I hope I haven't offended you.'

Agara's posture softens. She has been with Star Fleet for five years and is becoming used to the ways of humans. She is also aware that Ensign Sylvia Tilly is well respected by the crew of the Discovery not least for her very human trait of compassion towards her fellows.

'I applaud your boldness, Ensign, but you might not even survive the subjugation. In my current state I am not certain I would be able to hold back my desires.'

Tilly nods. 'I was assuming I would attain the dominant role.' She pauses. 'At least let me join you for a drink.'

Agara smiles. 'I would be honoured.' She sits and Tilly walks to the replicator.

*

'I thought the Puk fe challenge couldn't be refused.' Tilly says as they sit and drink.

'I was making a concession for your... humanity.' Agara responds. There is a tension to her voice.

'Very considerate.'

'It was most foolhardy of you to challenge me in a confrontation which has no rules.'

Tilly shrugs. 'I hoped to come up with something.'

There is something in the way Tilly speaks that causes Agara to regard her carefully, suspiciously but perhaps that is her current state. The hormones raging through her body make it difficult for her to think clearly. At her request she has been removed from the duty roster for the peak of her Puk fe.

'You sought to be...' The Gozan appears to be having difficulty speaking.

'The dominant one.' Tilly pauses. 'Yes. Actually, I did have a plan. Quite a good one.'

Agara tries to stand but slumps catching herself heavily on the table.

Heads turn.

'She's fine,' Ensign Tilly reassures the assembled drinkers. The little redhead stands and puts an arm around Agara's shoulders to support her. The Gozan tries to shrug her off but her strength seems to have left her.

Tilly taps her con badge. She is a responsible officer; always there to support her colleagues. Even the ones that cannot hold their ale. The crew turn back to their drinks.

None hears as Tilly hails the ship's computer.

'Two to transport to holodeck 3.'

*

Lieutenant Agara's eyes snap open her body taut and filled with fury. She is strong, as powerful as some of the strongest human males but the chains are stronger. She stands, held up by her wrists, her ankles also chained apart. She is still clad in the harness and the skirt and boots of Puk fe but the bo'lith is gone.

Tilly stands before her, the ensign is dressed as a Gozan Inquisitrix, a figure that in that culture is somewhere between a prostitute and a cleric - one that purges sin by inflicting suffering. The room is a Gozan torture cell, dark stone; the cells are traditionally dug out using only hand tools by supplicants; servants, slaves or victims of the Inquisitrix who resides within it.

Were it not Tilly's size, the appearance would be entirely authentic with her covered head to foot in tight clinging black rubber, just her eyes and mouth and the sex are visible. The strawberry blonde ponytail that bobs behind her head is also somewhat inaccurate in her portrayal; Gozan Inquisitrixs shave all their hair or, more accurately, are shaved by their Supplicants. She is not as powerful as a Gozan, of course, but her gently rounded figure is flattered by the shiny second skin. Her hard nipples suggest a commitment to her role. The boots she wears are authentic and hold her up on her toes.

The suit is, of course, replicated in a size to fit the diminutive ensign. The whip she holds is, however, a traditional Romulan barb or correction.

Agara regards her coolly for all the simmering heat that boils through her hormonally charged body.

'You drugged me!'

Tilly shrugged. 'The Puk fe challenge has no rules.' Behind the mask she grins. 'James Kirk wasn't the only one to defeat the Kobayashi Maru scenario.'

Agara looks up at her chained wrists and down as her ankles; she nods, accepting the fact of her captivity and her enforced subjugation.

'You have taken on quite a challenge.' For a woman at the mercy of another, she is remarkably calm.

'You think that as a human I am inadequate to fulfil the dominant role?'

'You certainly look the part.' There is a grudging hint of amusement in the Gozan's voice.

'Oh, I can act the part too.' Tilly drives her gloved fist into the other woman's belly with a force that would floor a human opponent.

Agara gasps, partially winded as Tilly covers a grimace caused by the pain in her fist.

Tilly follows up with a knee to the ribcage and a punch to the back of the Gozan's body; another knee, a kick to the side. She finishes with a spinning kick that snaps Agora's head to the side.

'Let's get on with the shall we?' Tilly says. She is breathless with a mix of the exertion and excitement as she begins to unbuckle the other woman's harness.

Agara can to nothing but stand recovering from the assault as she is stripped.

*

With the Gozan's harness and skirt cast aside on the floor, Tilly circles her prize, enjoying again the thrill of her power over this gloriously powerful woman with her broad shoulders and large breasts, the sculpted buttocks and muscular thighs. Sylvia Tilly has coveted this body for some time; since the woman came aboard in fact and, after learning about her people, she realised the Puk fe might be an opportunity, a moment of relative weakness to form a relationship after more standard approaches had failed.

She reaches out and caresses the woman's body, her hand running from the powerful shoulders down the woman's back, feeling the firm curve of her buttocks. She cannot resist cupping one of the heavy breasts and playing with the large rubbery nipple.

Sylvia Tilly would happily go down on her knees and worship with statuesque alien goddess with her fingers and her lips and her tongue.

At least the woman who was once newly commissioned Ensign Sylvia Tilly would have done this. Today, Sylvia Tilly is more experienced. She has been an officer on board the USS Discovery for a year now, has faced death and worse. She has also become aware of that other Sylvia Tilly, captain of the ISS Discovery in that dark alternate universe. She has even been her once, briefly and though she was almost paralysed by fear at the time, she still recalls the almost godlike control she wielded for those brief moments.

Deep inside she still feels the thrill of it.

For much of her life she has been someone who has been overlooked. Small and dumpy as a girl she was overlooked by peer groups and by boys and, after the discovery she preferred them, by girls too. Almost overlooked for Starfleet Academy, only gaining entry because the high mark in her entrance exam made it impossible to ignore her.

She is now a woman whose voice is heard.

But that other Sylvia Tilly's voice is more than heard, the alternate universe's Silvia Tilly is obeyed. Obeyed without question.

There is no link between them, of course, how could there possibly be; two individuals in the multiverse who just happen to look the same and have the same name.

But then there is the mycelial network and for a brief time, the two Sylvia Tilly's have shared the same universe of space-time; who knows what connection or contamination occurred.

Does this explain why she bought the whip last time the ship called at Romulus.

*

Tilly lashes out, raking the barbed leather blade across Agora's back exciting a line of reaction, a violet weal with tiny points of azure blood where it has broken the skin.

Agara stands unmoving as she did during the beating save where the impact of Tilly's blows forced her to yield in her bonds.

A second lash causes Agara's nostrils to flare and with the third she draws a sharp breath rocking slightly on the heels of her boots.

'Starting the feel it, Agara?'

The Gozan turns her head to give Tilly a contemptuous glance.

'Ok, if you want to play rough, I've got all night.' Tilly lets rip with the whip, lash after lash, ragged stripes of lurid violet flaring across the Gozan's back; tiny pinpricks of luminous blood oozing through her wounds.

When Tilly pauses, Agora's breathing is ragged. Tilly is breathing faster too.

'Getting you going is it? Supplicant.'

Agara bares her teeth.

'I am no Supplicant!' She growls.

'If you say so.' Tilly sniffs the air. 'My sense of smell is less acute then yours. Maybe it's fear I smell then.'

Agara scoffs. 'I scent only your human fear.'

'Let's see shall we.' Tilly drapes the whip around the back of Agara's neck then puts her fist in the woman's hair leaning in as if to kiss her but instead slides her gloved fingers between her spread legs. 'I'd say this tells us something. '

'It's Puk fe.' Agara says. 'What did you expect?'

'Then maybe I need to try a little harder.' Tilly drives her fist into Agara's belly again and drags the whip from around her neck.

After seven or eight blows, the tension in Agara's body is evident and Tilly pauses once more.

'Did you have something to say, Lieutenant?'

Agara glares at her. 'How did you overcome the holodeck's safety protocols?'

'I'm engineering remember? Well, I was. I'm kinda thinking about command at the moment.'

'Command?'

'Which reminds me, if it's all getting too much, don't forget you outrank me. If you tell the computer to terminate the programme, it will.'

Agara scowls.

'I promise not to tell anyone if you do.' Tilly continues cheerfully. 'Only the two of us will ever know. Me and, well, you.'

'You will not break me.' Agara declares, her powerful muscles flexing against the chains.

'No?' Tilly says, her voice serous again. 'You know it occurred to me that for all the Gozan bravado about dominance there must be some who lean the other way. It can't all be about purification.'

'I am Domina!' Agara insists.

'I don't think so.' Tilly steps in closer to her and places the whip around the chained woman's neck only this time she loops it around once more then pulls it tight, twisting her fist. 'Because from here your radiating submission.'

She relaxes her grip a little but not completely.

'It is Puk fe.'

'So you keep saying.' Tilly pushes her fingers up between Agara's legs again, this time pushing them deep inside her. She says nothing about the slickness that covers them, simply pulling her fingers out and holding them up, glistening and coated with strings of mucus.

'It is...'

'I know, it's Puk fe.' Tilly wipes her fingers across the woman's breasts and turns to walk towards a table laid out with implements of torture.

'If you think about it, we humans have contributed our fair share where it comes to inflicting pain.' She picks up a heavy metal chain with rough barbs. 'Religious zealots used to wear these to inflict pain on themselves.' She wraps it around Agara's left thigh and ratchets it tight driving the spikes into the Gozan's flesh.

'Tight enough for you?'

Agara regards her coolly although Tilly can see the strain in the woman's face.

'I have another one.'

She takes the second but does not put it around the Gozan's thigh, instead she wraps it around the woman's right breast before tightening it.

'May as well go the whole hog.' Tilly takes a heavy spiked clamp and fastens it to Agara's left nipple.

'Like I said.' Tilly says. 'Anytime you've had enough, you can just end the programme.'

Agara says nothing and Tilly picks up the Klingon pain stick.

*

Her first strike is far more potent than the whip and Agara bucks violently in her bonds as the stick strikes her right thigh. A second strike to her buttock produces a similar result.

'Shall I turn up the charge?'

'It is quite sufficient,' Agara says through gritted teeth.

'Good.' Tilly touches the pain stick to Agara's left breast and the woman gives a cry of pain. 'I'd say we were getting somewhere.' She strikes Agara's belly and the woman's abdominal muscles spasm. The next touch between her legs makes her cry out again.

'So,' Tilly stands before her, so close that their bodies are almost touching, 'I've bested you, bound you and subjected you to pain and humiliation. Are you ready for the completion of your Puk fe?'

'I am not a Supplicant!'

'If you insist.' Tilly steps back and holds the pain stick between Agara's legs until the woman throws back her head and howls.

'Tuk durag mik Sukarak.' Tilly says enunciating the words carefully in Gozan. 'You are my Supplicant.'

'Hak.' Agara nods a fraction lowering her eyes. She is breathing hard.

Tilly slides a fist in her hair and kisses her fiercely. A kiss Agara returns with little enthusiasm although there is something in the way her body moves, as if it is seeking contact with another.

Tilly steps back and wipes her mouth. Her lips and tongue are stinging from the acid in Agara's saliva and the woman smiles at her discomfort.

'Still think you've got what it takes, human?'

'Oh, yes.' Tilly smiles. 'You're mine now.'

Tilly has many skills: reading the needs of others is one of them. She reaches up and caresses the tip of Agara's ear, her finger sliding up the convex curve to the pointed tip. The woman's response is almost instantaneous, her head lifting, pupils dilating.

'I don't notice you getting this excited when you wear a com piece.' Tilly says, her fingers continuing to tease her captive's ear.

'It is...' Agara's voice is less sure than it has been.

'I know, it's Puk fe.' Tilly says pressing herself against the other woman. 'But even so, you've got to admit you're pretty worked up.' She kisses Agara's jaw and then her lips. This time the kiss is returned and when she pushes her tongue into Agara's mouth the woman does not resist. The hot pepper sting of Gozan saliva adds spice to the experience.

Breaking the kiss, Tilly crosses to her table or implements, her movements slow and deliberate, knowing she is being watched. She smiles to herself enjoying the tingling in her tongue and wondering how it might feel on other parts of her body.

It is not an obvious implement of torture she selects this time, it is a dildo, a large one. It is the one she uses in her other erotic holodeck programmes, usually strapped to Michael Burnham's face as the commander kneels at Tilly's feet. It is also the size of the cock she gives Michael in her trans programme.

Agara regards the implement with the same skepticism as she did the whip and the cilices and the pain stick.

Tilly positions herself behind the Gozan, her rubber sheathed body pressed against her prisoner. Reaching round the other woman's body she slips a hand between the captive's legs and spreads the wet swollen labia.

'You're mine now.'

'Never.' Agara's voice carries a little more defiance than a few moments ago.

'You're a supplicant pussy and you know it, Agara.' Tilly starts to push the dildo inside the woman's pussy.

'Is that...?' Agara draws breath sharply.

'Coated in fire scorpion venom.' Tilly says, sliding the phallus deeper into the slick, drooling pussy. It is slightly ribbed and with every ridge, Agara gives an increasingly pronounced gasp.

Just how you like it.

'No!' Agara howls, shaking her head.

'Shut up and let your Domina fuck you, bitch.'

One of Tilly's hands goes to Agara's breast, her gloved fingers pinch the nipple, rubbing in the venom now coating them.

Agara moans, panting loudly.

'Please don't make me...'

'Cum for your Domina, supplicant.'

'Please...'

'Computer. Pause programme.' Tilly says suddenly.

Agara gasps, her head jerking round.

'What...?'

'Still time to end this, Lieutenant. Just say the word at it will all be over. Like I said, nobody will know. Just you and me.'

There is a pause.

'Computer, resume programme.' Agara says.

'Belay that order.' Tilly orders the computer. Then she addresses Agara. 'If you're going to be my Supplicant I expect you to declare it.'

'No.'

'Do it bitch!' Tilly takes hold of Agara's hair yanking her head round. 'Acknowledge your supplication!'

Agara looks at her, dark eyes on Tilly's, her body is trembling. 'I acknowledge my supplication and I name you as my Domina.'

'Good girl.' Tilly releases her grip on Agara's hair. 'Now cum for Mistress Tilly like the submissive slut you are.' She drives the dildo hard into Agara's pussy, grinding her hips against the other woman's bottom, her left hand kneading the Goran's left breast.

Agara cums violently, howling as she rides the huge ribbed dildo with its irritant coating, her body bucking and jerking against the chains.

*

After her climax, Agara hangs limp in her bonds, strength spent.

'I love it when a plan comes together.' Tilly slaps her hard on the bottom.

'What now, Domina?' The Gozan's fatigue is evident in her voice.

'Now, Supplicant, it's my turn.' Tilly snaps her fingers and the world around them shifts.

They are in a Ferengi pleasure pit. Agara the naked slave chained by a steel collar to the in the central pillar, wrists shackled behind her. Tilly, also naked now, reclines on one of the pleasure thrones.

'Come here bitch.' Tilly sits up and spreads her thighs, opening her pussy.

Agara looks up at her, a fleeting flash of defiance in her face then crawls towards the little Ensign.

'Better do a good job, Supplicant.' Tilly says. 'Don't give me an excuse to punish you again.'

'Yes, Domina.' The Gozan kneels in front of Tilly and bows her head, something that covers the faintest of smiles and she leans forward to kiss the offered pussy.

The first touch is delicious, those from thick lips brushing her boiling pussy. Tormenting Agara has left Tilly dizzy with desire, her pussy dripping, her loins burning, her nipples rigid.

Then comes the tongue.

She is braced for it, for the sting of the Gozan's saliva but when it comes it is more than she dreamed of, a burst of heat adding to the roiling lust that is throbbing between her legs. The sensation is so intense she had to bite her lip to stop herself crying out in pleasure and use all her willpower to stop herself climaxing immediately.

Agara rakes her tongue over Tilly's labia again and it is the physical sensation more than the irritation that fuels the fires of Tilly's arousal this time. She cannot resist the temptation to reach out and stroke Agara's ear, enjoying the soft curve and the tiny almost delicate point at its tip.

Agara lets out a soft moan even as her tongue continues to work on Tilly's drooling pussy.

'Thought I couldn't handle it, eh, Lieutenant.'

'It was...' Agara moans as Tilly plays with her ear again. 'It was likely.'

'And yet, here I am, still here and there you are kneeling at me feet.'

'Yes, Domina.'

'Good girl.' Tilly strokes Agara's ear again.

'That is... very distracting.'

'So is what your doing.' Tilly grins and pushes her hips a little further forward to allow Agara's tongue to penetrate her.

The heat washes over her again like a wave of tropical air and Tilly cannot control it this time; she cries out as she climaxes, her pussy spasming and hot lust pulsing through her body. When the sensation has past, Agara's tongue is still inside her and the woman's' lips are pressed to pussy. She climaxes again, squirming on the leather pleasure throne already wet with her secretions.

Agara lifts her head and Tilly struggles to focus in the woman. It is, she thinks, just as well the Gozan is chained for she is in not position to dominate her at this moment.

The tongue brushes the top of her pussy, circling her clit and then Agara kisses it before using her teeth, gently to tease it.

Tilly knows she is going to climax again as that she probably shouldn't allow it. She does not want to show a weakness that the Gozan can exploit. However, she cannot deny herself and as Agara's tongue plays with her clit, she slides from the throne onto the floor of the pleasure pit, lying on her back and spreading her thighs moaning with need until the climax takes her and she loses consciousness under a torrent of unimaginable pleasure.

*

Tilly opens her eyes to see Agara's face, her eyes open, watching her intently. As she recalls where she is, or rather was, she is surprised to find she is still lying in the floor of the pleasure pit. She is still naked. She is not restrained.

'Is it common for humans to lose consciousness at the point of sexual climax?' Agara asks.

Tilly forces a weak smile. She feels spent just as Agara must have felt after her orgasm.

'It happens sometimes,' Tilly says, her hand moving to her face and brushing away stray strawberry blonde hair. 'You'd didn't....' She sits up. 'You're still chained!'

'It is how she left me, Domina.' The Gozan is lying on her side, still collared and naked, her wrists chained behind her.

'But you could have ended the programme. Enslaved me.'

'You are my Domina, I am your...', she pauses for a moment, '... bitch.'

Tilly lies down again, propping her head up with one hand, resting on her elbow and reaches out to stroke Agara's hair then her hands move to the tip of her ear.

'You have a very gentle touch, Domina.'

'Do I?'

'When you are not torturing me.'

'I thought that was how Gozans liked it.'

'It was certainly an accurate representation of an Inquizitrix' cell.'

'And do I, am I...'

'A capable Inquizitrx? I would say so although I do not think a Gozan Inquizitrix would ever ask such a question of her Supplicant. Neither would she be teasing me sexually as you are now.'

'Hmm.' Tilly continues to play with the tip of Agora's ear.

'If my hands were not chained, I believe I could create a similar effect by playing with your nipples,... Mistress.'

'But they're not free are they?' Tilly laughs and pinches the tip of Agara's ear. 'And I'm still in charge.'

'I could overrule you,' Agara says, 'I am the senior officer.'

'But you haven't done it yet.' Tilly kisses the other woman.

A kiss that this time is returned as genuinely as it is gentle.

'Do you still feel the effect of the Puk fe?' Tilly asks after a moment.

'A little, but thanks to my Domina it is mostly passed.' Agara leans in to kiss Tilly again but the redhead leans back.

'You're getting a little over familiar, Supplicant.'

'You cannot keep me chained up here forever you know.'

'Not here exactly,' Tilly says, 'but I have a plan.'

She snaps her fingers and the pleasure pit vanishes.

*

They are in sickbay or at least a replica of sickbay. Agara lies on her back on a medical couch, restraint straps across her forehead, neck, chest, belly and arms; her legs are raised and spread in examination stirrups they are also strapped tightly down.

Nurse Tilly wears a white rubber dress that is not unlike the old Starfleet female uniforms with their short skits and low necklines.

Agara's eyes widen as she looks up at the redhead.

'I believe,' Tilly says, 'that Dominas ensure the loyalty of their Supplicants by the use of chastity restraints which only they themselves can remove.'

'You have made quite a study of Gozan culture.' There is a hint of anxiety in Agara's voice although she is clearly trying to mask it.

Tilly holds up a sleek metal object that looks a little like a spoon.

Agara's discomfort increases as she regards it. 'For that to be fitted I would...'

'... need to be pierced.' Tilly concludes waggling hands in shiny white rubber gloves.

'But...' Agara struggles but the restraint couch holds her securely.

'Don't worry. It's a very discrete model, no-one will see it when you're in uniform and I'm an engineer remember, I've already programmed it into your transporter pattern.'

She stands at the foot of the couch between Agara's spread legs. 'This will feel a little odd.' She passes the ultrasonic steriliser over the helpless woman's pussy. Agara struggles again but is still held helplessly.

'I'm going to shave you first.'

'No!' Agara struggles even more violently and the couch shakes. Tilly runs her hand over a control panel and the straps tighten. Agara glowers up at her.

For a moment, Tilly thinks she will command the computer to end the programme but she does not try.

'I'm going to do it the old fashioned way.' Tilly picks up a bowl and places it on the stand between Agara's legs then sponges the warm water over the spread pussy.

'This fascination of human women to depilate is one I have never understood.'

'But your Inquisitrixs do it and if you've never had a perfectly smooth pussy to run your fingers over, you've never lived.' Tilly says. 'I hope you noticed I shaved especially for our little tryst.' She lifts the hem of her skirt. 'Or were you too busy just now living out those submissive fantasies you've been harbouring all your life?'

'How did you know?'

'It was kinda obvious.' Tilly spreads white shaving soap over Agara's pubic hair. 'All that 'I can take you' bluster.'

'I am Gozan.'

'And yet come Puk fe you sit in the bar with a Romulan ale rather than going out and finding someone to turn into a grovelling Supplicant.' Tilly takes the long bladed razor.

'I feared my ability to control myself should I do so.'

'Yeah.' Tilly's tone is skeptical as she begins to draw the blade over the woman's pubis, scraping off the foam and Agara's hair. 'I can't see another Gozan believing that one. There are half a dozen crew members aboard Discovery who would willingly go down for a hot submissive session with you.' The razor makes another pass. 'Commander Burnham for one.'

'The commander is submissive.'

'She's a pussy.' Tilly begins to remove the hairs over Agara's labia. 'That Klingon in engineering too.'

'You have quite a knowledge of the crew.'

'It's what I do.' Tilly wipes the remains of the shaving soap away and runs a gloved finger over the smoothly shaved pubis. 'You'll thank me for this later.'

She makes another pass with the steriliser.

'Anyway, down to business.' Tilly sits and moves the bowl to one side then changes her gloves.

'Let's start here shall we.' She takes hold of Agara's right labia and with a pair of medical forceps and stretches it, then she takes up the punch. 'I take it Gozans don't do anaesthetic for minor procedures.'

She doesn't give Agara a chance to answer, simple grips the flesh in the punch and fires it. Agara's body tenses slightly but she does not cry out. When Tilly opens the jaws of the punch, there is a shiny silver ring through Agara's labia. Tilly grabs a second bite of labia and sites a second ring then a third. She does the same on the other side so that Agara has six silver rings gleaming against the her dark vulva.

'Ready for the big one?'

'Do I have a choice?'

'There is always a choice.'

Agara closes her eyes, resigning herself to the inevitable and Tilly loads the piercer with a larger ring that will pierce the Gozan's cliteral hood and, with the chastity device locked to it, will prevent any access to her sex that is not granted by one who holds the key. By twenty third century standards this is a fairly primitive chastity device but it if functional and, Tilly has decided, one whose more mechanical nature will appeal to the base nature of Agara's psyche. After all, enforced chastity is more about control of the mind than the sex.

The Gozan gives a grunt of pain as her clitoris is pierced, her eyes opening wide to regard her conquerer.

'All done.' Nurse Tilly flashes a smile. 'I just need to zip you up.' She takes the metal object and slides it through Agara's new labial piercings before snapping the tip to the clitoral ring.

'Thank you, Mistress.' Agara says archly.

'We're not quite done yet.'

Agara struggles halfheartedly.

'I'm going to do your nipples too.'

'Are you planning to cover my ears too?' Agara with a hint of anger.

'That would be a little harder to disguise.' Tilly says. 'The nipples are more for aesthetic reasons although I believe in Puk fe Gozan's can have nipple orgasms.'

Agara closes her eyes again, resignedly as Tilly stands beside her and reloads the piercer. Then she teases her large brown nipples with her gloved fingers. They respond obediently and she runs to steriliser over them before grasping the right nipple in the forceps. The Gozan's right breast is pock marked with wounds where the cilice was wrapped around it. Agara growls but does not struggle; she gasps as the sleeve is forced through the base of her nipple. This is far thicker than even the clitoral ring and azure blood oozes around it. Tilly repeats the process with the woman's left nipples. Then she takes the silver cones that will cover Agara's nipples and areoles and locks them in place by passing the pin through the metal sleeve in each nipple.

'They will not be discrete under my uniform.' Agara comments, watching as the silver cones are attached to her nipples.

'No, they won't.' Tilly flashes a naughty smile. 'But nobody's going to dare ask you why your nipples are stiff on all the time.'

'It seems you have me now, Domina.' Agara says.

'Not quite.'

'Do not touch my ears.'

'This is purely decorative.' Tilly says. 'It's B...'

'Gozan's do not wear ear jewellery.'

'This one does.'

Agara struggles violently but the straps hold.

'I warn you.' Agara says, her breathing rapid from her struggles. 'Do not...' Her words are broken off by a scream as Tilly activates her chastity devices delivering a shock equivalent to a Klingon pain stick.

'You will obey me, Supplicant.' Tilly says cooly.

Agara glares at her.

'They don't just do pain.' Tilly activates the devices again and Agara's eyes widen. 'With these I can make it Puk fe anytime I choose.'

'No!'

'Don't worry, I'm a responsible Domina, I won't activate them when you're in the command chair.'

Agara's breathing is still rapid but for a different reason now and she is squirming.

'Intense, isn't it,' Tilly chides, 'and with you being in Puk fe I can imagine that level of stimulation is getting pretty unbearable by now.'

'I...'

'You need to cum?'

There is a pause and then Agara breaths a quiet 'yes'.

'I can't hear you supplicant.'

There is another pause.

'I need to cum, Domina.'

'Beg me for it.'

'Please...' Agara's breathing is rapid as she squirms urgently.

'So much better when you ask nicely.' Tilly turns up the gain but keeps the orgasm inhibition in place. 'Gonna let me do your ear?'

Another pause.

'Yes, Domina.'

'Good girl.'

Agara erupts into orgasm the couch shaking more violently than when she was struggling for freedom. By the time it is over, there is a silver ring nestling in the most sensitive part of her left ear.

'This is fully functional too.' Tilly says tweaking the ring with her fingers and making Agara gasp in her post orgasm state. 'Purely for pleasure though this one. Even I'm not heartless enough to torture a Gozan's ear.'

'Mistress is most magnanimous.' Agara says through gritted teeth.

Tilly begins to undo the restraints and Agara climbs off the couch, landing naked save the chastity devices, her fingers going automatically to her sex and feeling the smoothness of the metal over her sex; there is no way now she can reach her intimate parts, her nipples are the same; shut way in a frictionless sheath. Cautiously, she reaches for her left ear, her fingers caressing the ring that now sits there and wincing at the effect this has on her.

'It will be sore for a day or two but you'll thank me for it soon enough.'

Agara stands straight and looks at Tilly. 'I am assuming the games we play on the holodeck will remain between us and that there will be no interference to my duties outside.

'Oh, Agara, what happens on the holodeck stays on the holodeck.' Tilly flashes a smile. 'But you should know we're not on the holodeck, this really is sickbay. Actually it's the quarantine suite.' She taps the com badge on her uniform. 'Computer, prepare to beam Lieutenant Agara to her quarters using the new protocol I gave you, authorisation seven-zero-nine-alpha-ensign-sylvia-tilly.'

Agara's eyes widen. 'But...'

'Oh yes, those piercings are real.' Tilly smiles again at Agara's shocked expression. 'I'll expect you in my quarters at twenty-one-hundred tomorrow, Lieutenant and I'll expect you on your knees and naked.' She smiles again. 'Computer, Energise.'