A Captains Discipline Ch 06

Lena shivered with a slight chill running down her spine as she stood silently in the center of the Captain's quarters. Naked, her hands behind her head with her fingers interlocked, her back arched ever so slightly to push her breasts out, her legs spread far apart, opening herself up and displaying herself for her Captain's eyes. It wasn't exactly a comfortable position to hold, her muscles were beginning to burn from the strain of it all, but she'd focused her thoughts, and forced herself to stay in place, to stay sill and silent as the Captain had commanded her once she'd recovered from her earlier climax.

It had been nearly half and hour of standing in silence, her eyes staring straight out ahead of her, not knowing whats going on around her. She could hear the Captain moving about the quarters, but she couldn't quite see her. Every once in a while, out of the corner of her eyes, she'd catch a glimpse here and there, and each and every time she could feel her breath catch in her throat.

She didn't know what the Captain was doing, she seemed to be mostly ignoring the naked young ensign standing in the center of her chambers on display for her eyes, but something had occupied her all the same. It was a strange feeling, Lena thought, being so achingly close to her Captain, while at the same time being so very far away. It was a new kind of torment that Lena hadn't quite expected, and she found she wasn't altogether fond of the feeling.

Every so often though, she'd feel the Captain's touch, the tips of her sharpened fingers tracing lines along her bared skin, touching her most intimate places so suddenly and out of nowhere. It always seemed to come when Lena least expected it, and as soon as the touch came, it was again gone and she could hear the Captain's footsteps moving away from her. It was maddening, and Lena felt as if she was going to lose her mind with the aching need crawling up inside of her from between her legs. The need within her seemed as if it would never subside, never go away.

Suddenly, she felt the Captain's presence behind her, those powerful hands, those sharpened nails gripping her hips jerking her backward until the bared flesh of her sore and tender bottom was pressed hard against the Captain's leathers behind her. She felt the breath catch in her throat, and a low, hungered moan quivering past her parted lips. She heard the Captain's purring laugh, the feel of the Klingon woman's heated breath drifting down the curve of her neck.

"So desperate for my touch," the Captain growled into her ear, her hands crawling down the curve of Lena's backside and roughly, humiliatingly parting her fully open from behind. "I can feel your skin heating for me, my little slut. I can see the color burning bright in your shame, and yet you are still so eager to please me aren't you? So willing to fulfill my every desire, endure my every torment and bend yourself to my will."

Lena didn't know what to say. She tried to answer, but the words simply weren't there, driven away in the dazed madness the Captain's presence, her touch had filled her to overflowing with. She could feel the ache between her legs wakening, her need, her desire slicking her inner thighs feeling like it was pouring from her like a river. So brazen, so wanton.

When she tried to speak, all that came out was a surprised shrieking yelp of discomfort and pain. The Captain had suddenly taken the base of the toy lodged deeply inside Lena's backside, and removed it in a single, powerful motion that forced the air from the naked young ensign's lungs. The sudden shock of it all, the pain, the vast void of emptiness she now felt within her made her tremble and quake on her feet, barely able to remain standing.

"I don't think this one is quite suitable any longer," the Captain said, idly discarding the dreadful thing with a loud metallic crash as it hit the floor at her feet. "But don't worry, my little slut. I have something very special for you. A gift from your Captain, to her property."

Lena gave a soft, whimpering moan. Just hearing the Captain's voice, hearing her words referring to her as the Captain's property sent a electric little pulse rippling through her body. There was a part of her that told her that she should be offended, that she shouldn't feel such horrible, perverse, needy little feelings at being called such things, but it was a quiet part of her, easily drown out by the ache, the desperate need for the woman behind her. It was such a heady, overpowering thing, that Lena had nearly missed the other part of what the Captain had said, and what it might have entailed.

It was only when she felt the Captain's fingers, coated with an unfamiliar cool and slick substance pressing into her where the toy had so recently been removed, did Lana come ever so slightly to her senses. The sudden thoughts running through her head caused by the intimately invasive feel of the Captain's fingers delving deep inside of her forced a terrified mousy little whimpering squeak of fear to burst from her lips. The maddening little toy the Captain had forced her to wear nearly every waking moment was bad enough, she had at least somewhat gotten used to its presence inside of her, this was something else though. It was another part of her that the Captain was seizing, conquering and taking as her own, and Lena wasn't quite sure how to process the thoughts and fears filling her because of it.

She didn't have long to think of such things, however. Soon enough, once Lena's insides were coated by whatever substance covered the Captain's fingers, they were withdrawn, allowing Lena some measure of relief, if only temporary. It was soon after that she felt the cold, metallic sensation, somewhat familiar yet wholly different at the same time, pressing against her rear opening, pushing slowly inside of her.

"Oh god!" Lena croaked before she could stop herself. The thing was bigger than the last one. A lot bigger.

"Quiet, slut," Captain Mora growled in her ear. "You can feel it can't you, girl? I've made this little torment especially for you to endure for me. Can you feel how much larger it is than the last one? Can you feel its smooth curves expanding as it spears inside of you? And it's all for you, my slut. Aren't you grateful for your Captain's attentions, for her gifts?"

Lena screwed her eyes tightly shut, the tears wetting and beginning to flow from the corners, down her cheeks. Her whole body trembled, and it took every ounce of strength and will within her to keep herself steady and in place.

"Answer me," Captain Mora growled.

"Y-yes, Ma'am," Lena was able to choke out.

"Yes? That is not an acceptable answer," the Captain purred into her ear, the slow, steady invasion within her body never ceasing. "Yes what?"

Lena bit down sharply on her lower lip to keep herself from screaming. Her whole body was quivering, writhing in place as she desperately tried to keep herself in control. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, a new sensation in a sea of new sensations she'd been experiencing as of late. It was a desperate agony that threatened to break every part of her being all the way to the core, but she was determined that she wasn't going to let it. She wasn't going to fail her Captain. She would endure, if for no other reason than it was what the Klingon warrior woman wanted of her.

"Y-yes, Ma'am," she moaned piteously. "I'm-I'm grateful for every-everything you give me. Oh gods! P-please, Ma'am. I-I..."

"Shh," The Captain purred in her ear. "Be a good little slut. Push yourself back onto it. Fill yourself for me. Endure everything I'm giving you and swallow it whole. Show me who, and what you are."

Lena hesitated, but only for a moment. The sharp, stinging slap at the bared and exposed underside of her bottom from the flat of the Captain's hand lifted her up to the tips of her toes as the quick shock of pain lanced through her reminding her of her place beneath the Captain's will. She took a deep breath to steady herself, and begin to shift her hips ever so slightly, pushing back and bearing down on the large implement pressing so ruthlessly into her rear entrance.

She gasped out in a loud, whimpering little moan, feeling herself becoming slowly stretched open to accommodate the bulbed mass of the invasion into her body. The warm feel of the Captain's breath on the curve of her neck, the soft cooing of the Klingon warrior woman's encouragement as the felt the thing opening her up so very wide, filling her as she pressed herself back with a slow determination, the frenzy of sensation and emotions swirling through her body threatening to tear her apart.

Then at once, the largest part of the device had pressed its way past her resistance, and with a sudden rush sank itself fully into her all the way to the heavy base holding it firmly in place. Lena cried out softly, the sensation of overwhelming fullness spearing through the whole of her body, gripping at her insides like a tightly bound fist throbbing and pulsing, touching every part of her all at once in ways she never thought possible. She could barely stand it.

The previous plug the Captain had placed within her and commanded her to always wear had been enough of a torment, and even with its insistent presence being awakened with every move she made, Lena had at least somewhat gotten used to it. This one however, was different. It was far larger, there was a more insistent and forceful, almost commanding touch to it that firmly pressed unrelentingly against her sensitive insides at all times with enough force to make her legs tremble and quake as if they'd give out at any moment.

At the same time though, there was this strange tortuous warmth to the thing now buried deep and lodged inside of her. A perverse heat that spread itself out from within to burn across her skin, scour at her nerves, and set aflame the constant ever present aching need between her legs. It wasn't so much that she liked the feeling, or that the torment was at all pleasurable, because it wasn't.

No, she found herself thinking, it wasn't the physical, it wasn't the feeling itself that she found so perversely arousing, it was the why. All the suffering, all the humiliation and ache filling her bared and exposed little body, the shameful way her hips seemed to sway and squirm at every movement of the toy within her, was all for her. For her Captain. She suffered and she endured these twisted, cruel little torments for the Captain's pleasure, because that was what the Klingon woman wanted, because that was what Lena herself needed to do. In this moment, she had no will, no desire of her own other than to serve her Captain, to give herself wholly, to be whatever the Captain wanted her to be no matter the shame or humiliation burning across her skin and coloring her cheeks.

"Good girl," Captain Mora purred into her ear.

Lena moaned out softly, shifting herself to get just a little bit closer, to press herself as much as she was able into the Captain's soft, yet possessive touch along her body. She would endure, she would allow the Captain to use her as she willed no matter the torment it caused her. She knew this as a fact more clearly than she'd ever felt anything else before. The shivering thrill at the Captain's words, her approval of Lena and her actions. Her obedience to the Captain's will. Even the simple whispering words of the Captain telling her she was her good girl seemed to make her melt into the Klingon woman's touch. Lena knew without a doubt where she belonged, and more importantly who she belonged to. Everything the Captain made her feel told her as much.

"Walk for me," the Captain whispered into her ear, stepping away and taking away the touch that Lena so desperately craved.

Lena wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, and slowly nodded her head. She thought she knew how this was going to go, what it was going to feel like with that engorged toy pressing up so deep inside of her, she had some experience with the other toy after all, but it hadn't truly prepared her. Not for this.

The first step was all it took to tell her how very different this new torment brought on by this new toy inside of her was going to be. When it shifted inside of her with even the slightest movements of her body, it felt almost as if the evil little thing had a mind of its own. She could feel the thing twisting and throbbing within her, probing down deep to the very depths of her as if a tiny little fist was working its way deeper and deeper, twisting and turning, touching and gripping ever part of her insides all at once. It took her down to her knees after only a handful of small, tiptoeing steps.

"All fours," the Captain commanded. "Crawl for me. Quickly now, girl."

Lena dropped down immediately, placing her hands flat on the cold metal floor beneath her, and tried to prepare herself for what was to come. The Captain didn't give her the chance. There was a sharp crack int he air behind her, and without warning, Lena felt the sharp stinging bite of the Captain's leather strap slashing across both cheeks of her bared and exposed bottom tearing a shrieking scream from her lips.

"Move!" Captain Mora commanded, cruelly lashing out at Lena's bared bottom with the strap again and again.

Lena cried out in agony and humiliation, her arms and legs trembling as she put all her will and determination into obeying the Captain's commands. She bolted forward in a frenzied rush of pain as the Captain drove her viciously around the quarters with sharp, devious slashes and well aimed strikes at her bottom. The shame of it all burned through her, being driven around the Captain's quarters like this. She was naked on all fours, tears running in rivers down her cheeks as she cried out in near constant torment and suffering as the Captain cruelly whipped her bared and exposed bottom.

The Captain drove her around her Quarters, back and forth from one side to the other, her strap crashing down on Lena's bared and exposed bottom again and again without mercy. Each stinging, tortuous touch of the strap causing Lena to writhe and nearly stumble, her hips desperately bouncing back and forth, side to side and up and down doing everything she could to avoid the touch of the leather strap in the Captain's hand. Each movement, each trembling wriggling of her hips causing the evil little thing inside her bottom to bounce and pulse tortuously within her forcing the breath from her body.

The walls began to close in on her, her vision narrowed and a thick heady haze filled her eyes until the whole of the room was nearly a black obscuring void all around her. Everything but the Captain and her torments was gone. Nothing else seemed to exist for Lena. It was as if only her and her Captain, and the agony she endured for the Klingon woman's pleasure existed and were the only things that were real.

Lena's skin burned, dripping liquid flames poured across her skin, scorched across her nerves and left her little more than a writhing, screaming ball of desperate agony crawling across the floor in a flustered frenzy. Maddeningly, the growing, gnawing heat and ache of desire clawing and tearing its way out from between her legs only seemed to be fueled by the torment and suffering she endured. The dreadful agony of everything the Captain was subjecting her to began to slowly twist and meld itself into some perverse depraved little thing that walked the fine thin line between pleasure and pain that kept the delirious haze in Lena's mind firmly in place without allowing her the escape, the release, of tipping too far from one side to the other

Then suddenly the Captain stopped, and Lena was left barely able to hold herself in place on all fours in the center of the room. She struggled to control and collect herself, each breath she took labored and ragged. Her whole body felt as if it was on fire. Her muscles ached, her bared bottom, the backs of her thighs, and even the very edges of her wetted and swollen red labia where the strap had found and licked her several times during her abuse burned with a throbbing, savage pain that radiated all throughout her body.

"Present yourself, slut," The Captain growled.

Lena let out a soft, piteous almost pleading whimper at the thought of clamoring up to her feet. She wasn't even sure if she was going to be capable of such a thing after what she'd just gone through, but she was determined to try regardless. She had to. Her captain demanded her obedience, and Lena wasn't going to let her down.

It was a struggle, but somehow she managed, biting her lip to stifle the cries of pain and humiliation coursing through every fiber of her being. The evil little toy inside of her making every movement of her body a shameful torment. She stood slowly, parted her legs wide enough to expose the swollen hungry little mouth between her legs so aching with need that it felt as if her engorged clit was a pulsing bundle of steel hard nerves quivering in desperate need of a touch. Her inner thighs slick and wet with her desire, little rivulets of her passions dripping down her legs to spatter at her feet.

She locked her hands behind her head and laced her fingers tightly together, her back arching to lift and display her breasts out in front of her. Trembling, she stood there, eyes cast slightly down, exposing herself, her most intimate and sensitive of places, displaying and offering the whole of herself to the Captain both horrified and so deeply aroused at her actions and predicament.

"Good girl," the Captain growled in her ear, suddenly behind her with the Klingon woman's hands stroking up the front of her body.

Lena couldn't help but moan at the Captain's touch. It was an ambrosia that filled her senses and drown out all else around her. The Captain's hands slid up the flat of her stomach, cupped beneath her breasts and cruelly twisted and pinched at her nipples hard enough to drag a raw sounding cry from the poor girls lips.

She felt something cool and metallic pressing against her skin, and Lena found herself barely able to register and recognize what was happening through the fog clouding her thoughts. There wasn't much to the metal harness the Captain was expertly fastening over her chest. It was even less than the Captain herself wore. Far less. The little metal top, colored in a deep glittering crimson with blackened edges cupped beneath the swell of her breasts, lifting them up and forcing them together. The Captain locked and buckled the harness into place tight enough that the thin sliver of metal that encircled her areola leaving her hardened nipples blatantly pinched and exposed seemed to bite down into her sensitive and swollen flesh with sharp little teeth hidden along the edges.

When the haze parted just enough for Lena to look down at her breasts and see just what it was she was now wearing, her cheeks burned and colored a deep crimson. Even with what little covering the harness provided, which wasn't much, Lena somehow found herself feeling her breasts were even more exposed and on display than they had been fully naked and bared. She realized quickly that the skimpy harness the Captain had placed on her wasn't meant to cover or hide her, it was meant to highlight and draw attention to her breasts.

"Ohhhh," Lena moaned out, turning her gaze away from the lewd display of her breasts tearfully.

Captain Mora gave a soft purring laugh, her hands trailing down Lena's sides, and dragging her nails slowly across her hips before reaching down further and parting open and exposing the swollen lips of Lena's labia. Lena let out a gasping, strangled little moan as pinpricks of pleasured need began to build inside of her. The Captain's sharpened fingertips dancing between her folds, flicking and grinding against her clit back and forth until Lena was certain she couldn't stand it anymore, her release just hovering so tantalizingly close to the very edge.