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Holo Dream 2
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
(HOLO DREAM CONT'D)
"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."
... All men are created equal some just stick out further!
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