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Holo- Dom
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"Holo-Dom"
by Dreamchild
Deanna leaned over, making a minute adjustment to the costume she
was wearing. She had done extensive research through 19th and 20th
century novels to achieve just the right effect. And tonight, she
wanted that effect to drive someone to his knees.
Overhead, a quiet voice suddenly spoke. "Commander Riker is
requesting entrance."
Deanna laughed suddenly, twirling the bullwhip in her hands. She
didn't intend to use it only for flogging, tonight. "Let him in,"
she commanded.
"Commander Riker, you may enter when ready." A pressurized whine
was heard, and a portion of the boudoir wall faded into a Holodeck
door. Silhouetted by the hallway light, Will Riker squinted as he
entered, trying to see through the dimness of the room. "Deanna,"
he called uncertainly.
"Here, Will."
The door closed, recreating the image of a delicately feminine
bedroom wall. Riker's visual purple increased until he could see
the surroundings clearly. "Uh, this is some place you have--" he
started to say, cut off as Deanna rose from the bed. Instead of
her usual uniform or one of her favorite loose-flowing outfits,
the counselor was dressed in a dark purple satin bustier, matching
panties, fishnet stockings, and high-heeled elfin boots. Her jet
hair was swept up in a washerwoman's knot, a few curls dangling
artfully at the nape of her neck. "Oh, my God."
"Do you like what you see, Will?" she asked, smiling playfully.
Riker nodded, trying to swallow past a sudenly dry throat. "Yes.
I like it. I've never seen you like this before, imzadi."
Deanna nodded, walking cat-like around the four-poster bed. "I
don't normally indulge in this sort of play. My duties as
counselor usually force me to keep my sexuality on a tight rein, so
to speak." Her mouth quirked up, the smile turning cruel. "But I
think it's time that you're exposed to this side of me, Will, if
only for the good of the females aboard this ship."
Riker's head jerked up from his contemplation of her uniform.
"What are you talking about?" he said, confused. "I've never done
anything to any of the female crewmembers--"
"Oh, but you have, Will." Deanna's voice purred silkily, sending
chills up his back. "You've made your way from bed to bed,
freely sampling the bodies of numerous women. Many of which, I may
add, wound up in my office heartbroken and wondering what they had
done wrong. Tonight, however, all of that's going to change." A
glowing smile of anticipation spread across her face. "Computer,
initiate subprogram Valkyrie."
Immediately, four large women appeared around Riker, grabbing him
unceremoniously. "What the hell--" he said, dumbfounded.
The women picked him up and carried him to be bed, ignoring his
increasing struggles as they laid him face-up on the lacy orchid
coverlet. "Goddamn it, Deanna, this isn't funny," he shouted.
Deanna glanced at him, a cruelly playful light entering her eyes.
"Strip him," she commanded.
The Valkyries obeyed, efficiently baring Riker in a few seconds.
"I'm ordering you to stop, right now!" he roared, as the women
fastened his arms and legs to the bedposts. "Damn you, Troi, you'd
better listen--"
"Oh, and gag him."
A Val reached beneath the bed, pulling out a hard rubber ball gag.
With a practiced gesture, she forced it between Riker's jaws,
fastening it behind his head. "That's much better," Deanna
commented, stepping lightly up onto the mattress. She had
retrieved the bullwhip, and was tapping it against one fishnetted
thigh as she gazed at his body stretched on the bed. Apart from
the slight thickening around his waist, Riker was still in
excellent shape, she thought--powerful pectorals and biceps
strained into a "Y" shape, strong thighs parted similarly. How
that must make him feel so--exposed, she mused. Vulnerable. She
continued her appraisal, finally concentrating on his cock. That
wonderful, inexhaustible organ that she'd played with, sucked,
ridden so many times. And now, it was hers to command.
"Tonight, Will, you are going to learn about discipline," she
said, watching his cock. As she expected, it twitched, beginning
to swell under her gaze. "I see that excites you."
Riker shook his head wildly, incoherent moaning sounds emanating
from behind the gag.
"Don't bother lying to me, imzadi. I can feel your emotions,
remember? And I know you're afraid." She sank down, kneeling
between his outstretched legs and lowering herself until she was
poised over his body. "You know that you've done wrong. And you
know that you deserve to be punished." Ruby lips brushed the head
of his cock, leaving a light trail of moisture. "Do you deserve to
be punished, Will?" she whispered?
A single tear started from the corner of his eye, trickling down
his cheek. He nodded, groaning again.
"Then you _will_ be punished. Harshly." She stood up in a
graceful motion, nodding at one of the attending Vals. From a
nearby chair, the woman took a cushion--lifting Riker's body
effortlessly, she placed it underneath his ass, forcing his hips up
and exposing the dark cleft beneath his balls.
"Excellent." As if in thought, Deanna tapped the handle of the
bullwhip against her cheek. "Now, Will, where do you think I ought
to put this?" she asked.
Riker's eyes widened. She had to laugh at the reaction--seeing her
imzadi naked and spreadeagled, with his eyes as large as saucers,
was proving to be more fun than she had anticipated. "I think it
was
Dorothy Parker who wrote that all men should experience penetration
at least once," she continued, sliding the bullwhip handle down
into her hands, where she fondled it lovingly. "In your case, it
may give you a whole new insight on women."
And she smiled.
Wordlessly, a Val handed her a small crystal jar. Deanna kneeled
on the bed to take it, scooping out a sizeable amount of the
lubricant. "Geordi made this formula especially for me," she said,
smoothing the glistening stuff over the whip handle until it
gleamed. "As a. . .gift, after one of our sessions." She reached
down between Riker's legs, teasing the balls a bit before sliding
her
first and second fingers onto the tight, puckered surface of his
asshole. She massaged it slowly, feeling it tense in anticipation,
before sliding her index finger inside. Immediately, Riker's
entire body quivered, humming in response to the violation. "How
does that feel, Will?" Deanna purred. "How does it feel to have me
inside you? To know that I can do whatever I want with your body?"
A single, long groan was her only answer. The Betazoid smiled and
inserted another finger, testing the warm inner surface until she
found the sensitive prostatic plate. Slowly, she started to rub,
increasing the friction until a moaning Riker began to squirm,
grinding against her fingers.
"You want this," she whispered. He nodded, whimpering when she
withdrew her hand, then gasping in pain and delight when she
pressed the head of the bullwhip against his sphincter. The muscle
resisted, and Deanna waited until the small spasm had eased. When
she was sure Riker was as relaxed as he could be, she pushed again.
The bulbous head slid in easily this time, and his asshole
immediately clamped down around the handle. Deanna slid her hand
up to his balls again, stroking them as her other hand began to
push the whip handle in and out of Riker's trembling body.
The Betazoid glanced up from her work to see the commander
thrashing his head from side to side. She knew that if the gag was
removed his tongue would be snaking out, licking at lips gone dry
from excitement. She felt her clit start to tingle at the thought.
Signalling to a Val, she let the Holodeck creation take over the
job of buttfucking Riker while she moved around to the head of the
bed. Riker's eyes followed her hungrily as she came closer, only
wincing occasionally from the pressure of the bullwhip. Teasingly,
she caressed her breasts, pinching hard at the nipples protruding
over the lavender half-cups. "And now, I think it's time that you
pleasure me," she crooned. The other Vals stepped to Deanna's
side, stripping their mistress slowly in response to their
programming. She smiled with pleasure as she raised her arms above
her head, allowing a Val to suck lovingly at her hard nipples while
another kissed her neck in light, feathery strokes. The third Val
was already kneeling between Deanna's legs, submissively licking
her clit and kissing the sensitive labia. Deanna leaned her head
back in ecstasy, reveling in the sensation of a velvet tongue
inside her pussy.
"Concentrate," Deanna commanded. The Vals increased their
attentions, teasing her breasts, lips, neck, clit until she thought
she was going to come. Finally, she gasped, "Enough. It's time
for my slave. Remove his gag."
The Val who had been licking her clit went to the bed and unclasped
the gag, drawing it from Riker's dry mouth. Immediately, his moan
was sealed by the Val's own mouth, still wet with Deanna's juices.
Their tongues met in a snake dance, ended by a barked command from
Deanna. "I want to see what else that tongue can do," she said,
rubbing and pulling at her nipples with one hand while the other
teased her clit.
"Please, I'll do whatever you want me to," Riker gasped, groaning
at the intense pain/pleasure of the whip handle thrusting in and
out of his ass. "Imzadi--"
Catlike, Deanna leaped forward and slapped him precisely. "Do not
call me that here," she commanded, watching him cower as far away
as the restraints would allow. "Here, I am your mistress, and will
be addressed as My Lady."
"My Lady," Riker repeated obediently. "My Lady, please allow me to
pleasure you in any way you wish."
"Much better," Deanna said approvingly, climbing onto the bed. She
swung a sleek thigh over the commander's face, positioning her
pussy directly above his mouth. "Now, slave, I want you to use
your tongue on my clit to give me three orgasms. Any less than
that, and I'll make you wear that bullwhip onto the bridge."
Riker quickly complied, stretching his neck upwards so that he
could reach the counselor's labia with his tongue. The first
orgasm happened quickly, Deanna was so worked up from the
attentions of her Vals. The second orgasm was slower, more
sensual, as she worked her hips back and forth over Riker's eager
mouth. She particularly enjoyed the prickly softness of his beard
against her inner thighs, sighing when his tongue explored the
sensitive skin between her inner and outer lips. "I think I
definitely prefer you with the beard," she said softly. He made a
muffled assent, sucking softly at the puffy inner lips and lapping
the hot juices that cascaded from her warm cunt before returning
his attention to her clit. Soon Deanna was moaning and wriggling
against his face as her second orgasm stormed through her body.
Breathing hard, she lifted herself away from his mouth for a
moment. "You do that very well, slave," she murmured, staring down
between her spread thighs at her imzadi. "And you look good like
that, with my come on your face."
"I'm glad that I please you, My Lady," the commander whispered
huskily. Deanna could sense the final crumbling of his
dominance, his submission to her will. _If only I could tell you
why you are submitting to me, imzadi,_ she thought silently. _You
see, empaths can do more than simply sense emotions--they can
control them, as well. And when I control your emotions, Will,
you won't need a chain of broken hearts just to reinforce your
sagging self-image. It's the best solution, imzadi--I promise._
"Do you think that you're finished, slave?" she said aloud.
"No, My Lady. I still have to make you come one more time," he
replied humbly.
"Yes, you do." She moved off his face, settling on the side of the
bed. "But I think I've had enough of your mouth--I want to ride
your cock for awhile. Would you like that, slave?" She edged down
the length of his body, suddenly grabbing his throbbing erection
and making him jump. "Would you like to feel my hot pussy around
your cock, milking it for come?"
"I would like anything you did to me, My Lady."
"Answer the question."
"I would like to feel your tight pussy sliding up and down my
cock," he whispered. As if in reply, Deanna stroked her hand up
and down, tracing the engorged ride on the underside. "Just like
that, My Lady. I humbly beg you to fuck me."
"And I shall." Deanna climbed over his thighs, turning so that she
could watch the Vals busy with their assplay. She positioned the
head of his engorged prick against her clit, rubbing it over the nub
before sliding it deep inside her cunt. She gasped, feeling him
fill her up so completely. _Whatever problems you may have, Will,
there's nothing wrong with your fucking,_ she thought, moaning as the
thick shaft parted more and more of her flesh, thrusting deeper
into her body. The Vals speeded up the thrusting of the whip
handle concurrently, timing it so that it matched Deanna's
movements--every time she buried Riker's shaft in her body, the
Vals buried the handle in his ass. One Val leaned down to lick at
the juncture, her tongue flicking over Deanna's clit on every
downstroke. The sensations intensified--cock, tongue, finger,
handle, Riker's moans and her own frenzied cries--until Deanna
burst into another delicious orgasm. Her inner muscles clamped
down onto the commander's cock, milking it in a wild frenzy until
he came himself, screaming with the orgasm.
Deanna continued bucking for a moment, trying to draw the last drop
of come out of her captive's balls before finally collapsing on the
side of the bed, satiated. Two Vals moved to her side, stroking
her face and kissing her neck gently while one removed the bullwhip
handle from Riker's ass (with a very audible pop, Deanna noted
drowsily) and the other unbuckled his restraints. The Betazoid
lifted her head away from the Vals' soothing mouths, fixing Riker
with a cool smile. "You did very well, Will. We'll have to do
this again soon."
"Anytime you wish it, My Lady." And he slid stiffly off the bed to
crouch at her feet, gazing up at her with undisguised adoration.
"Anytime."
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