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Holo Dream 1
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REPOST OF DEANNA TROI MISTRESS OF THE ENTERPRISE
"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 suddenly dry throat.
"Yes. I like it. I've never seen you like this before, amazing."
Deanna nodded, walking catlike 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 crew members--"
"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, Wil. 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 prostate 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. Signaling 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.
... I'm so horny, Even the crack of dawn isn't safe!
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