You were late for our Velocity match. You are never late for our matches. In fact, barring some issue with the ship you are usually waiting at the holodeck when I arrive, always eager to best me yet again. When 30 minutes had passed with no word from you, I attempted to contact you. When the computer said you were unavailable, I inquired about your location. Learning that you were on the other holodeck, I thought perhaps you forgot which holodeck we were playing on. It was strange that you had not attempted to contact me or check the other holodeck, but it seemed like the most likely answer.
I made my way to Holodeck 2 and pressed the pad for entry. Expecting to find you waiting in your Velocity uniform on the usual court, it took a few moments for my mind to comprehend what I was seeing. Once my eyes adjusted to the low light, I scanned the room to ascertain the cause of your tardiness. I found a room dotted with dark wooden furniture of various sizes and shapes obviously meant to facilitate the assuming of various bodily positions. Along the dark painted walls were hooks, loops, ropes, and various contraptions with purposes not immediately obvious to me. There were also racks of implements that I instinctively knew were used to inflict varying degrees of pain and pleasure.
Hearing a low moan, I turned to see a nude woman with her hands bound behind her back kneeling at the feet of a second woman, this one dressed all in black with flat knee-high boots and blond hair pulled up in a severe ponytail. The woman in black circled around to the front of the kneeling woman, and I was finally able to make out a familiar head of red hair, though it was streaked with sweat and plastered to the woman's skull. I had found you.
After a moment spent observing you, the standing woman spoke. "How are you feeling, pet?"
You did not answer. Your head hung low and I watched a tremor pass over your body. The lean muscles of your shoulders and arms that I have so often admired during our private moments in your quarters were accentuated by the interplay of light and shadow and long, thin welts decorated your skin. The welts appeared to occur in sets of four parallel lines, so I deduced that they were likely made by human hands. A glance at the woman's hands lent credence to my theory. On one hand she wore a glove enhanced with metal talons that glinted when she passed from shadow to light.
The woman ran her ungloved hand through your hair, then suddenly grabbed a handful and yanked your head back as you cried out. She brought her face down close to yours and ran a single talon down the side of your face and I sensed you were holding your breath. I wanted to intervene, but my feet felt stuck to the floor and I simply watched. Already my heart rate had increased by 62.3 percent. "I asked you a question, pet. You know I don't like repeating myself. Perhaps that plug in your ass isn't enough of a reminder."
This finally got you talking. "No, Mistress! I mean, yes, Mistress! Oh, gods, I mean . . . I'm sorry, Mistress! I feel good, Mistress. Tired and sore, but good."
"Mmm, I'm glad, pet. You were so wound up when you came to me today. I'm glad I could help you . . . but I don't think you're really there yet. You're still too much in your head. Let's see if we can fix that, shall we?" The hand in your hair tightened and you gasped.
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." I still could not fully see your face, but your normally husky voice was deeper and rough from obvious prolonged strain. Hearing it, I felt a warmth beginning to spread from somewhere deep inside my body. I ran a quick diagnostic on my systems, but did not detect any temperature anomalies.
"That's a good pet." Your hair was released and your mistress sauntered to a wall lined with shelves and storage chests. She selected a long, shallow drawer and removed an object too small for me to see from my vantage point. She bent down in front of you and her hands moved across your front and I heard you release a long, shuddering moan. "Lovely!" was your mistress' only comment. I detected an increase in your already-quickened pulse and your breathing turned shallow, as if you could no longer take a deep breath.
You gave another moan when your mistress straightened back up, drew off her menacing glove, and moved her hands to one of her hips, releasing the fastening of her black knee-length skirt and tossing it and the glove onto a low bench behind her. This left her bare from the waist down to the tops of her boots. She stepped closer to you until your face met the juncture of her thighs.
"Do a good job, pet, and maybe you'll get a reward." I could not see exactly what was happening as your back was to me and your head blocked my view, but I could utilize my limited imagination to fill in the blanks based on the slippery, moist sounds of your ministrations, your groans, and the way your mistress' thighs twitched with each movement.
A strange new emotion began to knot my stomach. I searched my mind for clues to what it might mean and settled on a surprising answer: for the first time since I began to regain my humanity, I was feeling jealous of another being. Worse, I was jealous of a hologram. Until that point, I had regarded jealousy as just one of a long list of humanity's weaknesses. I thought I was above such petty feelings. But as I watched your mistress' obvious pleasure, I wanted it for myself. I wanted your undivided, unbridled, uninhibited attention focused on me. I already knew that I found you aesthetically pleasing and intellectually stimulating. I knew that I enjoyed spending time with you and that I coveted every private moment we had. But in that moment, I understood what my admiration and affection had birthed inside of me. I finally understood lust.
I did not have long to ponder my new realization, because after just a few minutes of what must have been exceptional work on your part, your mistress' head fell back and she threaded her fingers through your hair, holding you tightly to her. Her shuddering hips and long, low exhalation were subtle but tell-tale signs of her climax.
"Goddamn, pet, you are so good at that. Such a talented little thing you are." She smoothed her hands over your hair and you shuddered under her praise and her affection.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"I do believe you have earned yourself a reward." She returned to the storage wall and retrieved what appeared to be a black silicone phallic object and a leather harness of some kind. She pulled the harness over her hips with a practiced ease and attached the phallus to the front before settling down onto a large cushioned chair. "Get your ass over here, pet. Do you want your reward or don't you?"
You had been on your knees for some time, so it was with not a little bit of struggle that you got to your feet and walked the short distance to where your mistress waited. As you moved, my eyes moved over your body, stopping to admire the lean musculature of your legs and backside, as well as the gentle sway of your slender hips. A finger twirled in the air indicated that you were to turn around and face away from your mistress and I was finally able to see the rest of you clearly.
Long red welts that matched the ones on your back criss-crossed your breasts, belly, and thighs. Each of your nipples was adorned with a vise or clamp of some kind and a chain connected the two. I surmised that they were the cause of your sudden shallow breathing. The scratches on your thighs wrapped around to the inside of each, drawing my gaze to your pubic mound, the dark hair there glistening with moisture. As I committed your captivating form to memory, your mistress gripped your bound hands and kicked your feet apart before drawing you onto her lap.
"I'm going to fuck you now, pet. Because you have been such a good girl today, you may come whenever you are ready."
"Thank you, Mistress!"
"Put your feet up on the chair. That's a good girl. Lift your hips" Your mistress took hold of the phallus attached to her harness and helped you to align your body with it. Once satisfied with the placement, she drove her hips upward while simultaneously shoving you down, impaling you in a single motion.
Your sharp cry echoed in the silent space and your mistress chuckled. Gripping your hips, she immediately began thrusting the phallus in and out of your body at a rapid pace. I was transfixed by the undulations of your body and the open-mouthed expression on your face. You were lost in your pleasure, seeming to be almost in pain with the intensity of it. A constant groan escaped your throat as you swiftly approached your climax. Your mistress grasped your bound hands in one of hers and moved the other to your knee. Her hand slid down the inside of your thigh, scratching across the tender, bruised flesh as it went and causing you to whimper. She drew your thigh wide and I could see the phallus splitting you open over and over, your flesh red and swollen and shining with your arousal. I gasped.
Lost as you were in your pleasure, you did not hear me, but your mistress did. Her head snapped up and over in my direction and she smirked. Her thrusts did not slow down.
"Well, well, it seems we have a visitor, Kitty Kat. Come out of the shadows, friend." At her words, you became visibly alarmed. You moved your feet off of the chair and attempted to stand, but your mistress would not allow it. She stopped her thrusts in order to grip your arms with both hands to keep you in place. "You've been so good today, pet. Don't ruin it now. Let's be polite and say hello to our visitor."
I stepped from my shadowed hiding place near the entrance and watched as a horrified expression grew on your face.
"Seven?! What the hell are you- Oh!" Your words were cut off by a hand in your hair jerking your head back onto your mistress' shoulder.
"Now, now, pet, that's no way to speak to a guest. Especially one as lovely as this." She turned her attention back to me. "Welcome, beautiful one. My pet does so love an audience. And as it seems you two are already acquainted, I think it would be only right to let her show off. Besides, she really hates to be left hanging on the brink of a good orgasm."
"No, Mistress, please!" Once again you struggled against her hold in a futile attempt to free yourself.
"Oh, yes, pet. We're going to give your friend here a show to remember." The hand in your hair moved down to firmly grasp your throat, her nails digging into the sides of your neck. The hand that was holding you down by your bindings now wrapped around your front and slid down between your thighs. She plunged two fingers inside and dragged the gathering moisture up to the center of your pleasure and began circling rapidly. You slammed your thighs together and she whispered menacingly in your ear. "Unless you want your friend to watch me string you up and give you more lashes than you've ever had, you'll open up those legs."
You released a quiet sob and relaxed your legs. Your mistress knocked your knees wide and resumed her ministrations to your clitoris. Alternating between upward flicks on the very tip and firm circular motions, she quickly propelled you to what appeared to be extreme pleasure. Moans mixed with sobs as you tried to fight off the inevitable. I found that I could not bear to see you so pained.
"Captain, please . . ." I spoke before I could stop myself. I wanted you to let go, to stop what seemed like a torment. I knew I was an intruder on the scene, but I could not leave without seeing the end.
My words cut through the haze of your distress and your body seized with the force of your release. I saw a moment of fear cross your face before the pleasure overtook you and your back arched higher and higher until your face was hidden from me. You made no sound, instead biting your lip until with a groan you began to relax. Your mistress released her grip on your throat and stroked your neck gently, peppering the angry indentations from her nails with kisses. You remained quiet and still in her embrace with your eyes closed for several breaths. Finally, you spoke.
"Computer, freeze program." You carefully stood up from your mistress' lap, not sparing a glance in my direction. "Computer, end program." The dark walls were gone. The instruments of pain and pleasure were gone. Your bindings were gone. The intimidating blonde woman was gone. All that was left was the two of us. You sank to the floor and drew your knees tight to your chest, wrapping your arms around them and curling in on yourself as if attempting to disappear.
"Please leave."
"Captain, I-"
"Get out."
"But-"
"Seven! Get the fuck out! I don't want you here!" You finally raised your head to look at me with eyes full of fury. Never had your legendary anger been directed at me and I felt as though my heart had stopped. Your consternation I could deal with; had dealt with many times. But this anger was new and it stole my breath. I could only do as you requested. I left. I left you sitting there alone and naked in an empty holodeck with nothing but a bruised body and wounded pride.