The Mating Ritual

The story takes place while Ensign Tilly was still serving on board the USS Discovery. Any other characters appearing in this work are entirely fictional.

Warning: this story contains a level of S&M violence appropriate to tolerances of the characters enjoying the role play.

'That's quite an outfit, Lieutenant.'

Lieutenant Argara looks up. She is Gozan, a distant cousin on the Klingon race; thick dark hair that could be described as lustrous, her forehead ridges less distinct than those of her warlike cousins. Most humans would describe her features as 'coarse' or 'thickset' but Ensign Sylvia Tilly finds them striking and oddly alluring. She is one who would describe the mane of black hair as lustrous, the woman's dark skin tone as exotic and her muscular build as 'hot'. Ensign Tilly also has a bit of thing about pointed ears.

Agara wears a leather harness that fits tightly across her muscular chest and shoulders; it has a high collar and the only modesty it provides is broad straps that cover her nipples and hide some of her large heavy breasts; it is worn with a short segmented leather skirt reminiscent of a cinematic gladiator from the ancient of Rome of Earth; the strappy boots with their spiked heels that, when she walks push her to stand almost on the tips of her toes, would make her a somewhat kinky combatant in the arena. Across her back is a bo'lith, a weapon the resembles a Klingon bat'leth.

'It is puk fe,' the Gozan growls glaring up at the ever cheerful redheaded ensign.

'So I gather.' Tilly returns her gaze levelly. 'Not many Gozan's to share it with.'

Puk fe is the Gozan equivalent of the Vulcan pon farr, the time of mating when adults from these races are overwhelmed with the urge to mate. Unlike Vulcans or Klingons at these times, Gozans are usually assuage their lust using homoerotic liaisons unless there is a specific desire between individuals to procreate.

'As you are well aware, Ensign,' Lieutenant Agara says with a chillness to her voice, 'I am the only Gozan on board the Discovery.'

'Yet you've still dressed up in your mating harness.'

Agara glowers and takes a swallow of her Romulan ale, a gesture that makes Tilly's courage waver.

'I...,' the diminutive ensign stammers. 'I came to challenge you to the ritual of Puk Fe that we may pair.'

She recites the sentence in Gozan as she has committed it to memory hoping that it is understood.

Agara's look of surprise is almost comical and she nearly chokes on her ale.

'Do not mock me, human.' She bares her teeth, her voice conveying her barely concealed contempt for what Tilly has just done.

'I'm not mocking you.' Ensign Tilly stands her ground albeit with a trace of nervousness. 'I'm challenging you for dominance in the ritual.'

Agara stands. She is at least a foot taller than diminutive Tilly and far more powerful, a prime example of her warlike race. Others in the bar turn to look at the confrontation.

'I do not accept your challenge.' Agara says. 'I would overcome you with ease and your frail body would not be able to endure the punishments of the ritual.'

Tilly nods her head. 'You're right, Agara. I'm sorry. I hope I haven't offended you.'

Agara's posture softens. She has been with Star Fleet for five years and is becoming used to the ways of humans. She is also aware that Ensign Sylvia Tilly is well respected by the crew of the Discovery not least for her very human trait of compassion towards her fellows.

'I applaud your boldness, Ensign, but you might not even survive the subjugation. In my current state I am not certain I would be able to hold back my desires.'

Tilly nods. 'I was assuming I would attain the dominant role.' She pauses. 'At least let me join you for a drink.'

Agara smiles. 'I would be honoured.' She sits and Tilly walks to the replicator.

*

'I thought the Puk fe challenge couldn't be refused.' Tilly says as they sit and drink.

'I was making a concession for your...humanity.' Agara responds. There is a tension to her voice.

'Very considerate.'

'It was most foolhardy of you to challenge me in a confrontation which has no rules.'

Tilly shrugs. 'I hoped to come up with something.'

There is something in the way Tilly speaks that causes Agara to regard her carefully, suspiciously but perhaps that is her current state. The hormones raging through her body make it difficult for her to think clearly. At her request she has been removed from the duty roster for the peak of her Puk fe.

'You sought to be...' The Gozan appears to be having difficulty speaking.

'The dominant one.' Tilly pauses. 'Yes. Actually, I did have a plan. Quite a good one.'

Agara tries to stand but slumps catching herself heavily on the table.

Heads turn.

'She's fine,' Ensign Tilly reassures the assembled drinkers. The little redhead stands and puts an arm around Agara's shoulders to support her. The Gozan tries to shrug her off but her strength seems to have left her.

Tilly taps her con badge. She is a responsible officer; always there to support her colleagues. Even the ones that cannot hold their ale. The crew turn back to their drinks.

None hears as Tilly hails the ship's computer.

'Two to transport to holodeck 3.'

*

Lieutenant Agara's eyes snap open her body taut and filled with fury. She is strong, as powerful as some of the strongest human males but the chains are stronger. She stands, held up by her wrists, her ankles also chained apart. She is still clad in the harness and the skirt and boots of Puk fe but the bo'lith is gone.

Tilly stands before her, the ensign is dressed as a Gozan Inquisitrix, a figure that in that culture is somewhere between a prostitute and a cleric - one that purges sin by inflicting suffering. The room is a Gozan torture cell, dark stone; the cells are traditionally dug out using only hand tools by supplicants; servants, slaves or victims of the Inquisitrix who resides within it.

Were it not Tilly's size, the appearance would be entirely authentic with her covered head to foot in tight clinging black rubber, just her eyes and mouth and the sex are visible. The strawberry blonde ponytail that bobs behind her head is also somewhat inaccurate in her portrayal; Gozan Inquisitrixs shave all their hair or, more accurately, are shaved by their Supplicants. She is not as powerful as a Gozan, of course, but her gently rounded figure is flattered by the shiny second skin. Her hard nipples suggest a commitment to her role. The boots she wears are authentic and hold her up on her toes.

The suit is, of course, replicated in a size to fit the diminutive ensign. The whip she holds is, however, a traditional Romulan barb or correction.

Agara regards her coolly for all the simmering heat that boils through her hormonally charged body.

'You drugged me!'

Tilly shrugged. 'The Puk fe challenge has no rules.' Behind the mask she grins. 'James Kirk wasn't the only one to defeat the Kobayashi Maru scenario.'

Agara looks up at her chained wrists and down as her ankles; she nods, accepting the fact of her captivity and her enforced subjugation.

'You have taken on quite a challenge.' For a woman at the mercy of another, she is remarkably calm.

'You think that as a human I am inadequate to fulfil the dominant role?'

'You certainly look the part.' There is a grudging hint of amusement in the Gozan's voice.

'Oh, I can act the part too.' Tilly drives her gloved fist into the other woman's belly with a force that would floor a human opponent.

Agara gasps, partially winded as Tilly covers a grimace caused by the pain in her fist.

Tilly follows up with a knee to the ribcage and a punch to the back of the Gozan's body; another knee, a kick to the side. She finishes with a spinning kick that snaps Agora's head to the side.

'Let's get on with the shall we?' Tilly says. She is breathless with a mix of the exertion and excitement as she begins to unbuckle the other woman's harness.

Agara can to nothing but stand recovering from the assault as she is stripped.

*

With the Gozan's harness and skirt cast aside on the floor, Tilly circles her prize, enjoying again the thrill of her power over this gloriously powerful woman with her broad shoulders and large breasts, the sculpted buttocks and muscular thighs. Sylvia Tilly has coveted this body for some time; since the woman came aboard in fact and, after learning about her people, she realised the Puk fe might be an opportunity, a moment of relative weakness to form a relationship after more standard approaches had failed.

She reaches out and caresses the woman's body, her hand running from the powerful shoulders down the woman's back, feeling the firm curve of her buttocks. She cannot resist cupping one of the heavy breasts and playing with the large rubbery nipple.

Sylvia Tilly would happily go down on her knees and worship with statuesque alien goddess with her fingers and her lips and her tongue.

At least the woman who was once newly commissioned Ensign Sylvia Tilly would have done this. Today, Sylvia Tilly is more experienced. She has been an officer on board the USS Discovery for a year now, has faced death and worse. She has also become aware of that other Sylvia Tilly, captain of the ISS Discovery in that dark alternate universe. She has even been her once, briefly and though she was almost paralysed by fear at the time, she still recalls the almost godlike control she wielded for those brief moments.

Deep inside she still feels the thrill of it.

For much of her life she has been someone who has been overlooked. Small and dumpy as a girl she was overlooked by peer groups and by boys and, after the discovery she preferred them, by girls too. Almost overlooked for Starfleet Academy, only gaining entry because the high mark in her entrance exam made it impossible to ignore her.

She is now a woman whose voice is heard.

But that other Sylvia Tilly's voice is more than heard, the alternate universe's Silvia Tilly is obeyed. Obeyed without question.

There is no link between them, of course, how could there possibly be; two individuals in the multiverse who just happen to look the same and have the same name.

But then there is the mycelial network and for a brief time, the two Sylvia Tilly's have shared the same universe of space-time; who knows what connection or contamination occurred.

Does this explain why she bought the whip last time the ship called at Romulus.

*

Tilly lashes out, raking the barbed leather blade across Agora's back exciting a line of reaction, a violet weal with tiny points of azure blood where it has broken the skin.

Agara stands unmoving as she did during the beating save where the impact of Tilly's blows forced her to yield in her bonds.

A second lash causes Agara's nostrils to flare and with the third she draws a sharp breath rocking slightly on the heels of her boots.

'Starting the feel it, Agara?'

The Gozan turns her head to give Tilly a contemptuous glance.

'Ok, if you want to play rough, I've got all night.' Tilly lets rip with the whip, lash after lash, ragged stripes of lurid violet flaring across the Gozan's back; tiny pinpricks of luminous blood oozing through her wounds.

When Tilly pauses, Agora's breathing is ragged. Tilly is breathing faster too.

'Getting you going is it? Supplicant.'

Agara bares her teeth.

'I am no Supplicant!' She growls.

'If you say so.' Tilly sniffs the air. 'My sense of smell is less acute then yours. Maybe it's fear I smell then.'

Agara scoffs. 'I scent only your human fear.'

'Let's see shall we.' Tilly drapes the whip around the back of Agara's neck then puts her fist in the woman's hair leaning in as if to kiss her but instead slides her gloved fingers between her spread legs. 'I'd say this tells us something. '

'It's Puk fe.' Agara says. 'What did you expect?'

'Then maybe I need to try a little harder.' Tilly drives her fist into Agara's belly again and drags the whip from around her neck.

After seven or eight blows, the tension in Agara's body is evident and Tilly pauses once more.

'Did you have something to say, Lieutenant?'

Agara glares at her. 'How did you overcome the holodeck's safety protocols?'

'I'm engineering remember? Well, I was. I'm kinda thinking about command at the moment.'

'Command?'

'Which reminds me, if it's all getting too much, don't forget you outrank me. If you tell the computer to terminate the programme, it will.'

Agara scowls.

'I promise not to tell anyone if you do.' Tilly continues cheerfully. 'Only the two of us will ever know. Me and, well, you.'

'You will not break me.' Agara declares, her powerful muscles flexing against the chains.

'No?' Tilly says, her voice serous again. 'You know it occurred to me that for all the Gozan bravado about dominance there must be some who lean the other way. It can't all be about purification.'

'I am Domina!' Agara insists.

'I don't think so.' Tilly steps in closer to her and places the whip around the chained woman's neck only this time she loops it around once more then pulls it tight, twisting her fist. 'Because from here your radiating submission.'

She relaxes her grip a little but not completely.

'It is Puk fe.'

'So you keep saying.' Tilly pushes her fingers up between Agara's legs again, this time pushing them deep inside her. She says nothing about the slickness that covers them, simply pulling her fingers out and holding them up, glistening and coated with strings of mucus.

'It is...'

'I know, it's Puk fe.' Tilly wipes her fingers across the woman's breasts and turns to walk towards a table laid out with implements of torture.

'If you think about it, we humans have contributed our fair share where it comes to inflicting pain.' She picks up a heavy metal chain with rough barbs. 'Religious zealots used to wear these to inflict pain on themselves.' She wraps it around Agara's left thigh and ratchets it tight driving the spikes into the Gozan's flesh.

'Tight enough for you?'

Agara regards her coolly although Tilly can see the strain in the woman's face.

'I have another one.'

She takes the second but does not put it around the Gozan's thigh, instead she wraps it around the woman's right breast before tightening it.

'May as well go the whole hog.' Tilly takes a heavy spiked clamp and fastens it to Agara's left nipple.

'Like I said.' Tilly says. 'Anytime you've had enough, you can just end the programme.'

Agara says nothing and Tilly picks up the Klingon pain stick.

*

Her first strike is far more potent than the whip and Agara bucks violently in her bonds as the stick strikes her right thigh. A second strike to her buttock produces a similar result.

'Shall I turn up the charge?'

'It is quite sufficient,' Agara says through gritted teeth.

'Good.' Tilly touches the pain stick to Agara's left breast and the woman gives a cry of pain. 'I'd say we were getting somewhere.' She strikes Agara's belly and the woman's abdominal muscles spasm. The next touch between her legs makes her cry out again.

'So,' Tilly stands before her, so close that their bodies are almost touching, 'I've bested you, bound you and subjected you to pain and humiliation. Are you ready for the completion of your Puk fe?'

'I am not a Supplicant!'

'If you insist.' Tilly steps back and holds the pain stick between Agara's legs until the woman throws back her head and howls.

'Tuk durag mik Sukarak.' Tilly says enunciating the words carefully in Gozan. 'You are my Supplicant.'

'Hak.' Agara nods a fraction lowering her eyes. She is breathing hard.

Tilly slides a fist in her hair and kisses her fiercely. A kiss Agara returns with little enthusiasm although there is something in the way her body moves, as if it is seeking contact with another.

Tilly steps back and wipes her mouth. Her lips and tongue are stinging from the acid in Agara's saliva and the woman smiles at her discomfort.

'Still think you've got what it takes, human?'

'Oh, yes.' Tilly smiles. 'You're mine now.'

Tilly has many skills: reading the needs of others is one of them. She reaches up and caresses the tip of Agara's ear, her finger sliding up the convex curve to the pointed tip. The woman's response is almost instantaneous, her head lifting, pupils dilating.

'I don't notice you getting this excited when you wear a com piece.' Tilly says, her fingers continuing to tease her captive's ear.

'It is...' Agara's voice is less sure than it has been.

'I know, it's Puk fe.' Tilly says pressing herself against the other woman. 'But even so, you've got to admit you're pretty worked up.' She kisses Agara's jaw and then her lips. This time the kiss is returned and when she pushes her tongue into Agara's mouth the woman does not resist. The hot pepper sting of Gozan saliva adds spice to the experience.

Breaking the kiss, Tilly crosses to her table or implements, her movements slow and deliberate, knowing she is being watched. She smiles to herself enjoying the tingling in her tongue and wondering how it might feel on other parts of her body.

It is not an obvious implement of torture she selects this time, it is a dildo, a large one. It is the one she uses in her other erotic holodeck programmes, usually strapped to Michael Burnham's face as the commander kneels at Tilly's feet. It is also the size of the cock she gives Michael in her trans programme.

Agara regards the implement with the same skepticism as she did the whip and the cilices and the pain stick.

Tilly positions herself behind the Gozan, her rubber sheathed body pressed against her prisoner. Reaching round the other woman's body she slips a hand between the captive's legs and spreads the wet swollen labia.

'You're mine now.'

'Never.' Agara's voice carries a little more defiance than a few moments ago.

'You're a supplicant pussy and you know it, Agara.' Tilly starts to push the dildo inside the woman's pussy.

'Is that...?' Agara draws breath sharply.

'Coated in fire scorpion venom.' Tilly says, sliding the phallus deeper into the slick, drooling pussy. It is slightly ribbed and with every ridge, Agara gives an increasingly pronounced gasp.

Just how you like it.

'No!' Agara howls, shaking her head.

'Shut up and let your Domina fuck you, bitch.'

One of Tilly's hands goes to Agara's breast, her gloved fingers pinch the nipple, rubbing in the venom now coating them.

Agara moans, panting loudly.

'Please don't make me...'

'Cum for your Domina, supplicant.'

'Please...'

'Computer. Pause programme.' Tilly says suddenly.

Agara gasps, her head jerking round.

'What...?'

'Still time to end this, Lieutenant. Just say the word at it will all be over. Like I said, nobody will know. Just you and me.'

There is a pause.

'Computer, resume programme.' Agara says.

'Belay that order.' Tilly orders the computer. Then she addresses Agara. 'If you're going to be my Supplicant I expect you to declare it.'

'No.'

'Do it bitch!' Tilly takes hold of Agara's hair yanking her head round. 'Acknowledge your supplication!'

Agara looks at her, dark eyes on Tilly's, her body is trembling. 'I acknowledge my supplication and I name you as my Domina.'

'Good girl.' Tilly releases her grip on Agara's hair. 'Now cum for Mistress Tilly like the submissive slut you are.' She drives the dildo hard into Agara's pussy, grinding her hips against the other woman's bottom, her left hand kneading the Goran's left breast.

Agara cums violently, howling as she rides the huge ribbed dildo with its irritant coating, her body bucking and jerking against the chains.

*

After her climax, Agara hangs limp in her bonds, strength spent.

'I love it when a plan comes together.' Tilly slaps her hard on the bottom.

'What now, Domina?' The Gozan's fatigue is evident in her voice.