A Captain's Discipline

Lena could hardly believe all that had happened to her, all that she had endured at the Captain's hands in her short time aboard the Tagh. She'd had time to think about it as she'd knelt down at the Captain's feet, head resting in the Klingon woman's lap. The Captain busied herself, after Lena had been recovered enough for her to move, with the work terminal at her desk and all the daily tasks a Klingon Captain had to bother with. Every so often, she would look down at Lena and idly stroke the girls hair, often titling Lena's eyes up to hers for but the briefest moment before returning to her task.

It was quiet. Peaceful. It gave Lena the time she needed to process everything that had gone on. It was a lot to take in. Only a few weeks before, she'd stepped aboard the Tagh all excited and brimming with confidence, ready to take on the galaxy all on her own. Now, here she was, knelt down at the Captain's feet, her naked body drained of all its energy, her skin marked and reddened, every part of her filled with an ever present pain-filled ache. And yet, through it all she felt a kind of comfort and ease that draped itself over her like a warm blanket.

She could hardly explain it to herself, though she did try as she'd had ample time to do so in the last few hours as she recovered from her latest discipline at the Captain's hands, but she couldn't get over this odd feeling she had. It wasn't anything bad, far from it, but that was part of the problem.

Everything felt right to her, like this was the way things we supposed to be. Like she was now who, and where she was supposed to be in spite of the fact that everything she had ever known, everything she had every been told said otherwise. Why couldn't it be simple and easy, she asked herself? Why did it all have to be so maddeningly confusing? Still, she found herself thinking, she was content. At least for the moment. Wasn't that what mattered?

The contentment was not to last however. Interrupted by the chiming of the intercom on the Captain's desk, Lena lifted her head up slightly from the Captain's lap, only have the Klingon woman slip her hand into the girl's hair and grip tightly, pressing her back down.

"No," Captain Mora commanded without even looking.

All the resistance drained from Lena's body, and she allowed herself to be held in place by her Captain's firm grip. She felt the movement above her, heard the Captain reaching out and flicking the switch to the intercom.

"Speak," Captain Mora growled.

"Captain," it was Kagra's voice. "I have something you need to see."

"An emergency?" Captain Mora asked. There was a hint of a threat in her words, subtle, but noticeable. She had given instructions not to be disturbed before she carried out Lena's discipline after all.

"It will be soon," Kagra replied.

"Then be quick about it," Captain Mora said, switching off the intercom.

The Klingon woman turned her attention back to Lena, and when Lena looked up into those dark, brooding eyes, she felt a tremor quaking its way through her body, and she sighed softly. Her time with the Captain was at an end, she thought. With Kagra coming, she was going to have to hurriedly get dressed and take her leave before the other Klingon woman saw her.

"Kneel up, hands behind your head," Captain Mora commanded as she withdrew her hand and leaned back in her chair. "Arch your back like you're offering me those heaving breasts, little slut."

Lena blinked in a fair amount of confusion at the Captain's words, but she didn't hesitate nonetheless. It took some effort, however. Her body was sore, and every muscle in her ached and seemed to cry out in protest of her movements. Worst yet though, was the feel of the toy, still lodged so deeply in her backside, shifting within her and pressing so tormentingly at sensitive places within. It was enough to draw a shocked, gasping whimpering moan from her lips. It was more pain now than any sort of pleasure with how long it had been inside of her.

Raising herself up, she straightened out her back, slid her hands to interlace her fingers behind her head, and gently lifted herself backward, jutting her breasts lewdly out in front of her. It wasn't a comfortable position, all things considered, but she endured because it was what the Captain demanded of her. IT was all the motivation she needed. Though, she did still have concerns, and the faint turning of the Captain's lips into a smile told her that the Klingon was well aware of that fact.

"Speak," the Captain said. "Part your legs. Wider. Show me that greedy little cunt, girl."

Lena flushed a deep crimson, but did as she was bidden and slid her knees ungracefully apart as wide as her stance would allow. It was a humiliating display, but it was one that sent a thrill rocketing through her body that awakened her arousal from its languid slumber.

"Ma'am," Lena began. "Kagra."

"Yes?" Captain Mora replied, her amused expression deepening, accented by a subtle raising of her brow.

"She's-she's coming, Ma'am," Lena said shakily. I need, I need to-she'll see."

Captain Mora gave a soft, darkly cruel little laugh.

"See what, my little slut?" she said. "She you? Naked on your knees, exposed and squirming like a little whore at my feet? See all the marks I've laced all across your little body?"

Lena felt the crimson heat burning across her skin like a flame, white hot and near overwhelming.

"Y-yes," Lena sputtered weakly. "Yes, Ma'am."

"I expect she will," the Captain purred. "And you will not move, nor make any attempt to cover or hide yourself in any way. Will you? I'm not finished enjoying the sight of you as you are just yet. Is that understood?"

Lena nearly flinched away from the words, but managed to hold herself in place. She lowered her eyes, squeezing them tightly shut and slowly nodded her head.

"Yes. Yes, Ma'am," she said. "I understand."

"You don't like the thought of Kagra seeing you as you are do you?" the Captain asked.

Lena was almost too afraid to answer.

"No, Ma'am," she squeaked out. "I-I don't. It-it's humiliating. Just the thought of it."

"Why?" Captain Mora demanded. "You've only just discovered who you are, learned of your place, and already you wish to hide it away when you should be taking strength from that knowledge. Pride in who you are, and where you belong. It's a rare thing to have such knowledge. Don't you think?"

Lena lifted, and opened her eyes. She needed to see her, needed to see If the Captain's words were some new torment. All she could see in those dark eyes staring back at her was a fierce intensity that seemed to pierce right into all the way to her very core and pry her open so that nothing within her remained hidden from those eyes.

She took a deep calming breath, and slowly nodded her head. She knew the Captain's expectations, an as mortifying as the thought of being exposed and on such display for others to see was, she was determined to give the Captain what she desired. She would not fail her.

"I'll try, Ma'am," she whispered. I'll-I'll do my best."

"Good girl," Captain Mora purred, the words and voice alone sending another tremor through Lena all the way down her body. "But you'll do more than that. I expect nothing less."

Lena did her best to steady herself, difficult enough with just the thoughts in her head of others seeing her in such a state, that it took some effort to keep herself in control. This was made more difficult by the Captain's apparent need to reach down and trail the tips of her sharpened fingers over the underside of her jutted out breasts, cupping and kneading them in her hand in a way that caught Lena's breath in the back of her throat. She could feel herself drifting away, losing herself in that touch.

Her reverie and indulgence in the Captain's hands was short lived, cut short by the alarming chime at the door to the Captain's quarters. She felt the Captain pull away and right herself behind her desk, an expectant look given sharply to the girl at her feet.

"I won't disappoint you, Ma'am" Lena was barely able to whisper out, soft enough that only the Captain could hear the threads running through her voice.

"I know," the Captain replied, turning away and addressing the door. "Enter!"

From the corner of her eye, Lena could see the doors slide open, watched as Kagra stepped through the threshold, and froze in her place just inside the Captain's chambers. The Klingon Science officer's head tilted slightly, and a puzzled expression creeped over her, her intense, focused eyes flickering ever so slightly with curiosity, with just a slight hint of amusement.

Kagra strode boldly over to the front of the Captain's desk, offering only a momentary glance at the kneeling, exposed girl spread open so wide at Captain Mora's feet that sent a shudder through Lena's body. She could feel the Klingon woman scrutinizing her, looking over every exposed part of her from the swell of her breasts, the flat of her stomach, all the way down between her legs, maddeningly slick and swollen with unbidden arousal. Kagra gave a faint, malicious smile, but said nothing.

"Captain," she began, sliding a data pad over the Captain's desk. "There is a slight drain in the plasma manifolds I've been monitoring for some time now."

"How serious is it?" Captain Mora demanded, snatching up the pad and letting her eyes run over the information it provided.

"At the moment," Kagra replied. "It's manageable. But the problem grows more infectious the longer it is left unchecked. We're already beginning to see its effects spreading to other systems."

"How long?" Captain Mora asked.

"Maybe a week," Kagra replied. "If we limit ourselves to essential systems only. They need to be replaced, and we can't do it out here."

Captain Mora growled, leaned back in her chair, and absently reached out to grip one of Lena's nipples inbetween a thumb and forefinger and begin to twist and pinch at the girls's flesh as she furrowed her brow in thought.

Lena bit back a whispered, strangled moan, unable to keep herself fully quiet from the Captain's touch. She knew without looking that Kagra was watching her. She could feel the Klingon woman's gaze weighing down heavily upon her. Scrutinizing her, watching how she reacted to the Captain's cruel, tormenting touch.

It made her skin flush with heat, her cheeks coloring a deep crimson knowing that her Captain was toying with her body in such a brazen manner, so openly in front of the other Klingon officer. As if she was merely a plaything for the Captain to enjoy, regardless of anyone else's presence.

"Granalda is too far," she heard Captain Mora say. "Set course for the station at B'Morgia. We should be able to make port there and make repairs without issue."

"Bah, Orions!" Kagra said disdainfully. "Are you certain that is wise. We've not had the best of relations with the Thylaster in the past."

Captain Mora gave a grim smile, and viciously twisted and tugged on Lena's nipple harshly enough to draw a barely stifled pain-filled cry from the girl at her feet. Both of the Klingon women pausing long enough to gaze down at Lena to drink in her torment.

"B'Morgia is within range," Captain Mora said, increasing the pressure in her fingers, cruelly batting, twisting and pinching Lena's flesh enough to make her writhe and squirm in her place. "And the Orions have their uses. Besides, Lady Thylaster knows well enough the consequences of defying the Empire. Return to the bridge and set course, Kagra."

"Of course, Captain," Kagra replied.

But to Lena's growing horror, she didn't leave. Both her and the Captain watched in a silence broken only by the soft pleasured growls they were both making at the sight of Lena's continued torment. Though she struggled to remain in place unmoving, she couldn't help it. The feel of the Captain's touch upon her breasts, the vicious torment she was enduring, was enough to tear half agonized, half pleasured moans from her lips, and to make her body writhe and squirm on her knees before the both of them.

This is what her Captain wanted, Lena realized. She'd said as much before Kagra had even entered the room. Lena was little more than a writhing and exposed little whore at the Captain's feet, completely beholden to the Captain's will. The thought alone thrilled her, but also sent a burning wave of shame and humiliation washing through the whole of her body.

Kagra cleared her throat, and abruptly turned on her heel and stalked back towards the threshold that led from the Captain's quarters. As the door slid open, she paused, and turned her gaze over her shoulder.

"Captain," she said. "I wonder if you are able to focus on what needs to be done with your new...pet at your feet."

Captain Mora growled dangerously.

"Is that a challenge, Kagra?" the Captain said, her voice filled with a menace that snapped Lena momentarily back to reality. "Are you questioning my ability to command this ship?"

"No, Captain," Kagra replied without fear or concern in her voice. "I only offer that perhaps distractions may prove to be imprudent at the moment when your ship is at risk."

With that said, Kagra marched from the Captain's chambers without another word, and soon the doors slid closed again, leaving Lena and her Captain alone once again. The Captain sat in silence, idly toying with Lena's chest, softer than before, but having no less of an effect on the girl's needy little arousal nor the heat burning between her legs.

At once, the Captain pulled Lena sharply forward by her breast, lifted her up and slapped a hand between the girls legs. Lena could feel the probing, achingly tormenting touch of the Klingon woman's fingers slipping through her wetness, gliding through the slick folds of her, and teasingly probing at the opening beyond.

Lena groaned deeply, her hips rolling back and forth greedily, gyrating from side to side in an attempt to coax the Captain to fill her body with her touch. The heat she was feeling burning inside of her made her feel every inch the desperate little whore that she Captain had referred to her as.

"Kagra is correct," the Captain said, leaning in ever so close to whisper in Lena's ear. The tip of her tongue flicking over the soft curve of her neck. "You are a distraction, my little slut. But you are my distraction. Mine. Understand?"

Without waiting for an answer, and without warning,the Captain pressed her fingers harshly into Lena, driving deep into her most intimate of places, ripping a strangled half-scream of pleasure from the girls's lips. She worked her fingers in and out of the girl's body, rough and fast, spearing into her with such force that Lena could barely stand it.

And then, when Lena could feel the ripples of pleasure beginning to reach their towering heights, the Captain abruptly stopped her movements, and drew her touch from within her body.

"N-no!" Lena pleaded. "P-please! Please, Ma'am!"

"Such a greedy little slut," the Captain said. "With such a greedy little cunt. My greedy little cunt. Say it!"

"Ma'am?" Lena whimpered.

"Who do you belong to, slut?" the Captain demanded. "Who does this greedy little cunt and all its pleasures belong to? Say it."

"You, Ma'am" Lena cried out desperately. "I-I belong to you!"

"Say it!" Captain Mora growled warningly.

"M-my," Lena shrieked out, the Captains touch seizing and pinching her clit, drawing it from its hood and mashing it fiercely between her thumb and forefinger. "You-you, Ma'am. My-my cunt belongs to you!"

"Your greedy little cunt," the Captain prompted.

"My greedy little cunt," Lena screamed, her body thrashing in terror, agony, and so much need that it clouded both her thoughts and her vision. "My greedy little cunt belongs to you!"

"Good girl," the Captain said, releasing her hold on Lena completely and letting the girl fall back down to her knees at her feet. "Mine! I decided when that cunt receives its pleasure. When it endures my torments. When you are allowed to release. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, Ma'am," Lena wailed, the sudden realization that she wasn't going to be allowed to expend her pleasure and would have to endure its ache for as long as the captain wished it.

"Which means," Captain Mora continued. "You will keep your little hands away from what belongs to me, won't you. No matter how much you desire it, no matter how desperate you are for release. It's my cunt now, and I decide when you are allowed to touch or pleasure yourself. Understand?"

Lena bit her lip sharply.

"Yes, Ma'am," she whispered. "I-I understand. I-I won't touch myself-touch your cunt without permission."

"Good girl," The Captain said. "Disobey me, and I will strap you down, legs open wide, and flay the skin from your wet little cunt with my whip and then fuck you raw just to hear you scream and beg my forgiveness. Now, on your feet and dress yourself. Quickly!"

Lena struggled to breath, to get ahold of and collect herself. The gnawing hungered ache between her legs was so desperate for a release it was almost painful. All she could do was wordless nod her head, and slowly make her way up to her feet. She threw an almost pleading glance to her Captain for a reprieve, only to get a sharp slap across her backside, followed by one across both of her breasts that sent her staggering backwards clumsily.

"When I desire, slut," Captain Mora said, the corners of her lips turned up slightly into a devious little smile. "Dress. Now. I have little time for games."

"Yes, Ma'am," Lena immediately replied hoarsely. The shock of those slaps really hurt.

She turned, and unsteadily started searching about for her uniform. She found her athletic bra and her panties first, but when she bent down to retrieve them, she was halted in place by a warning growl from the Captain behind her.

"Leave them," the Captain commanded. "I dislike them being in the way when I wish to look at you, so you're now forbidden from such things."

Lena groaned, her mind racing immediately to unintended, or perhaps intended consequences of not wearing anything beneath her uniform. Yes, she thought, it would give the Captain quicker access to her body should she wish it, but in being bared beneath her uniform with nothing between her tormented skin and her uniform, there wouldn't be anything to stop the visible evidence of her near constant arousal from soaking through. That was going to cause her no end of problems, she decided.

Taking another breath to chase those thoughts away, she began padding quietly across the cold metal floor of the Captain's chambers searching for her uniform. Each step was part agony, and part tormenting, arousing ache. Every movement of her body seeming to light up the marks the Captain had laid all over her bottom and set them on fire, and on top of that, the maddening toy still lodged deep inside of her backside kept shifting as she moved, drawing out plaintive, whimpered moans from her lips.

"Ma'am," she sobbed, after the movement of bending down to scoop up her uniform had shifted the damnable thing inside of her and sent uncomfortable tremors through her body almost strong enough to take her legs out from under her. "The-the toy. Inside me."

"What of it, girl?" Captain Mora replied evenly, without even bothering to look away from her work.

Lena flailed at what to say.

"It-it's starting to hurt," Lena said, feeling a bit silly when she suddenly realized that starting was probably not the right word. It hadn't been comfortable since the Captain had placed in inside of her. "When-when I move. It-please can I take it out. I can't-can't go back out on the ship with it inside. It-I can barely stand it."

"That implies you still are able to endure," Captain Mora replied. "It remains. At least until you return to your quarters. I will allow you the relief of removing it while you are alone in your quarters. But it is to be replaced whenever you leave. Is that clear, slut."