Lena was confused. No, that wasn't the word for it, she found herself thinking quite frequently over the next few days. It wasn't just confusion that she was feeling, though that was definitely a large part of it, it was a sudden sense of panic coupled with the looming sense of dread that felt as if it was constantly hanging over her head and following her every move. No matter what she did, she couldn't escape it. Or rather, she couldn't escape her.
Captain Mora, the most frightening, the most intimidating woman that Lena had ever had the fortune, or misfortune as the case may be, that she had ever met. Ever since her inability to control herself and the wanton desires that seemed to have sprang from the ether since her last encounter with the Klingon warrior woman, it had suddenly become nearly impossible to avoid the Captain. What that woman's mere presence seemed to do to her, to bring out in her, was a torture she wouldn't never have even contemplated could exist.
To make matters worse, every encounter since the day that Lena been unable to resist pleasuring herself to climax while screaming out the Captain's name. She hadn't been able to get the Klingon woman out of her mind. The fact that she found herself running into the Captain, seemingly at random, near constantly since then didn't help matters in the slightest.
It seemed like every time she'd thought she'd gotten a handle on the situation and was able to put her shamelessly wanton behavior aside and focus fully on her duties aboard the Klingon Bird of Prey, the Captain herself would pop out of nowhere setting fire to her desires and inflaming within her a desperate need to relieve the near constant gnawing ache between her legs.
Every time she felt the Captain's overwhelming presence looming over her, Lena became a flustered, sputtering mess of a person unable to remember or perform even the simplest of tasks without making mistake after mistake. It was mortifying, and to make it worse it always seemed to conjure up overly graphic images and thoughts in her mind that made it nearly impossible to concentrate on much else aside from how utterly confusing her arousal was.
It was shameful how her mind and her body reacted to the Captain, and she could scarcely rationalize or explain what was happening to her. It was a wholly new experience and she had no idea on how to deal with, let alone overcome the wanton feelings growing stronger and more powerful with each and every encounter.
She'd told herself that the Captain was wholly unaware of the effect she was having on the young ensign, though it was getting harder and harder to convince herself of that fact. At times, she was almost certain that Captain Mora was aware of what she was going through. How could she not be? It felt as if all of her squirming, all the unavoidable trembling and fidgeting, the constant crossing and uncrossing of her legs, and the stifled needy little whimpers were both brazen and blatant. Like her constant arousal and the perverse reactions of her body's betrayal every time the Klingon woman's darkly predatory gaze ran over her was out there for everyone to see. It was so obvious, she'd find herself thinking. How could they not see.
Much to Lena's continued dismay, nearly every single one of her encounters with the Captain ended up with her being on the receiving end of the Klingon woman's stern piercing gaze and growling disapproval. Captain Mora always seemed to be towering over her, glaring down at the quivering wreck of a young girl with such malevolent malice that it made Lena want nothing more than to throw herself at the Captain's feet and beg her forgiveness. At times, Lena found herself thinking that she'd do whatever it took, no matter what it was, to take that haunting, confidence breaking look of sheer disappointment in the Captain's eyes.
As they days went by, every time Lena saw or even thought about the Captain when she wasn't alone in her quarters pleasuring herself to the ever growing number of twisted fantasies her mind would conjure up, Lena always ended up little more than a quivering, heated mess. Her skin flushed with heat and color, her eyes cast down, hunched into her shoulders trembling in both shame, and the ever present spark of unbidden arousal burning between her legs.
After each encounter, the moment the Captain took her leave, Lena found herself unable to resist the urges and driving need that the Captain's presence created within her. It quickly became both habit and forgone conclusion that any time she saw Captain Mora, the young ensign would quickly make whatever excuses it took so that she could flee back to her meager quarters to give herself some desperately needed relief.
Once alone, she'd strip herself down to the waist as quickly as she could, and wantonly slip her fingers into the slick, heated folds between her legs, and feverishly work herself to a shuddering, violent orgasm while imagining herself fully exposed and on display for the cruel Captain's malevolent gaze.
The images her mind would conjure up for her private little fantasies became more and more perverse, graphic and detailed and vividly vibrant with each climax she gave herself. It was maddening how desperate, how needy she became to torment herself and her body with such things. It was like the mere thought of displaying herself in such a lewd and perverse way for the Captain's eyes was an addiction. She couldn't seem to help herself, and it was that addiction that proved to be her undoing.
She had nearly made it all the way back to her quarters after one such encounter with the Captain in the Science Lab. It had seemed like it had taken forever to provide Kagra, the Klingon Science officer, with a suitable excuse that the Klingon woman would accept. By the time that she was finally able to flee the Science lab and make her way down the ships winding corridors, it felt as if there was molten fire burning between her legs, dripping down her inner thighs.
So desperate to lock herself away in her quarters, if only for a few minutes, and provide herself some much needed relief, that Lena was all but oblivious to everything else around her. The long corridors from the Science lab to her quarters, the large number of the Klingon crew wandering all around her, even the ship itself was little more to a blur. She was focused on the gnawing, ravenous hunger between her legs, and nothing else. That was probably why Lena failed to notice the Captain herself standing in her way between her and her quarters before it was already far too late.
Captain Mora quickly jolted Lena back to reality by snatching her sharply by the back of the hair, jerking her head back and holding her firmly in place not more than a few feet away from the hatchway leading to the young ensign's quarters. Lena yelped out in surprise, and once she realized what had happened, in utter terror and mortification.
"What do we have here?" Captain Mora growled menacingly, her dark eyes narrowed and hardened as she glared down at the trembling girl in her grasp. "Your shift isn't over for another several hours, girl. What are you doing out of the Science lab?"
The only response Lena was able to offer was a barely stifled, sputtering whimper as the whole of her body and mind trembled like prey caught in a predator's grasp within the Captain's iron grip.
"I see," the Captain said, the tones of her voice taking on a dark, sharp edge. "It appears Kagra was not exaggerating when she said that you have been taking every opportunity to shirk your responsibility and abandon your assigned duties to laze about in your quarters."
"What?" Lena managed to squeak out. "N-no! N-no, Ma'am. That's not-"
"Quiet!" the Captain snapped. "I did not ask for your excuses girl,"
Lena bit her lip sharply, and sealed her lips tightly to stifle the pleading whimpers from escaping. It wasn't just from fear, though that alone would have been more than enough of a cause, it was the way her mind and body seemed to be reacting, all on their own, to the heat of the Captain's evident displeasure. It was as if her private, darkly perverse little fantasies had come to life, and that there was no escaping them.
She began to writhe in Captain Mora's grip, dancing and squirming from one foot to another as pulse after electric little pulse shot through her body igniting torrent of heat between her legs that slicked and dampened her inner thighs. Lena was frantic to calm herself, to still both her mind and her body in a desperate attempt to keep the Klingon warrior woman from seeing, from knowing what her presence alone was doing to her.
"I told you, girl," Captain Mora said, leaning in so that her sharp, clipped words sent waves of heated breath washing across the skin along the curve of Lena's neck. ""I told you I wasn't going to be merciful a second time. Didn't I? It appears as if another lesson in obedience and discipline is required. Very well then."
The Captain didn't bother to give Lena a chance to respond with other than a yelp as she propelled the young ensign back down the corridors by the back of her hair with a forceful determination. It wasn't so much that she was walking Lena down the corridors, so much as she was driving the whimpering girl through the ship by sheer physical force coupled with the strength of her iron will.
Every time the pair of them passed one of the Tagh's Klingon crew, Lena felt her skin flushing and heating with both shame and humiliation as she struggled to keep up and keep pace with the Klingon warrior woman propelling her down the corridors towards her own private chambers. Every one of the Klingon's the two of them passed seemed to stop and give them questioning, and or confused looks as they passed by. Some few of them however, mostly the female Klingon's they encountered on their journey, seemed to give Lena grim, and cruelly knowing smiles as if they knew just what the young girl was in for at the hands of their Captain.
Any thoughts of resisting or fighting back against Captain Mora were quickly stifled, almost before they even began. Whenever Lena stumbled even slightly, or even made a feeble attempt to wrest herself free of the Captain's grip, she was rewarded with the flat of the Klingon woman's hand connecting sharply on her backside with enough force to propel her forward and nearly take her off her feet.
Though it was probably nothing more than a few minutes, the marching trek down the ships corridors seemed to Lena to take forever. It was as if time, and reality itself had slowed and condensed itself down until the only things she was aware of was the feel of the Captain's hand striking her over and over, and the Captain herself. Even the growling snickering at her rough treatment at the Captain's hands of the Klingon's they passed almost ceased to be noticeable. They were still there of course, but Lena's attentions, the whole of her focus was directed towards other matters more important at the moment than her sheer and utter humiliation in front of the crew.
Once safely ensconced in the Captain's private quarters, Lena was roughly shoved into the center of the room. She stumbled forward, nearly losing her feet as the Captain sealed the hatch behind them.
"Hands behind your head, girl," the Captain commanded. "And do not move."
Lena struggled to balance herself. For once in far too many days, the burning need between her legs was almost completely drowned out by both the stinging pain in her backside, and from the fear of not only the Captain, but of disobeying her commands. It wasn't much of a relief, the ache, the need was still there, but it had retreated back into the background of her mind and hovered there just along the edges of her consciousness. Waiting.
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself, Lena did as she was bidden. Shakily she raised her arms up, and clasped her hands to the back of her head, locking her fingers tightly as she could to mask the trembling as much as she could.
