Part 10: The Puppy in Heat
Lindsey opened her eyes at dawn, not with fear, but with a warmth that ran through her belly. The memory of the previous night—the intertwined bodies, the muffled moans, the smell of nano-latex and sweat—still vibrated on her skin. She stretched slowly, feeling the sweet ache of used muscles, the invisible mark of Morgana's hands, the gentle pressure of Elisabeth's fingers. And then, without thinking, she brought her hands to her breasts, large, heavy, and sensitive. She caressed them slowly, squeezing her nipples until a moan escaped her lips.
“I wish my companion would activate,” she murmured, almost like a prayer.
And as if the universe—or something much more perverse—had heard her, Guardian responded.
A warm, deep pulse was born in her belly. Lindsey closed her eyes, arching her back against the mattress. Please… more…
An illuminated tentacle, soft as silk and blue as the heart of a warp core, slowly emerged from within her. Not with violence, but with a calculated tenderness. It glided towards her clitoris, brushing it with the tip, barely a whisper of contact.
“More!” Lindsey whimpered, instinctively spreading her legs, “Yes, please, more!”
The tentacle obeyed. The friction increased, circular, precise, relentless. The pleasure accumulated like a wave, rising, rising… until, just at the edge of orgasm, Guardian stopped.
Silence.
Lindsey groaned, almost in pain, twisting on the bed.
“No! Please, no!”
But the device did not respond. It only retracted slowly, leaving her empty, wet, and frustrated. A perfect reminder: Your pleasure does not belong to you.
With a resigned sigh, she got up. Sonic shower. Quick hair removal. Impeccable uniform. Every gesture, a ritual. Every step, a promise.
The morning at the Academy was… magical.
Her mind, once clouded by anxiety, now flowed like a river of plasma. She solved holoprogramming problems in minutes that took her classmates hours. She optimized algorithms with an elegance that left instructors speechless. She was a prodigy. No, she was more than a prodigy. She was Lindsey O’Brien, the girl who had touched the abyss… and had returned transformed.
In the dining hall, she had lunch with Lily and Layla. But something had changed. She no longer stammered. She no longer looked down. She spoke with ease, even laughing with a confidence that was once foreign to her.
“What happened to you, Lindsey?” asked Lily, her green eyes shining with curiosity. “It looks like you swallowed a neutron star and got superpowers.”
Layla nodded, her feline ears trembling. “Yeah. And that sparkle in your eyes? Are you… in love?”
Lindsey smiled, mysterious. “Something like that. Let's just say… I found a new way of thinking.”
When she arrived at the lab, she found her.
Elisabeth. Not in her Starfleet uniform. But in that… A black nano-latex outfit, identical to the one from the night before: an open bralette, high boots, gloves up to her elbows. Her hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail, the Betazoid earring pulsating with an amber glow. She moved with a new authority, a predatory grace.
Lindsey stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes—treacherous, hungry—scanned her mentor’s body from top to bottom. Elisabeth greeted her with a smile that wasn't entirely professional.
“Good morning, Lindsey.”
Lindsey didn't know what to do. Greet her as her boss? As her lover? As her accomplice?
“G-good morning, Dr. Strong,” she stammered, but then corrected herself, with a firmer voice, “Last night… It was wonderful. And you… you are wonderful.”
Elisabeth approached, her Betazoid jasmine perfume floating in the air. “I chose you for your genius, Lindsey. But now… you are so much more to me.”
She paused, strategically, lethal.
“I want to make something clear: the games in the holodeck stay in the holodeck. Unless… —her voice dropped to a whisper— you voluntarily ask for a different arrangement.”
Lindsey swallowed.
“I promised to help you break free from Morgana. But… Do you really want that?”
The question hung in the air, heavy, inevitable.
Lindsey lowered her head. “No… I don't want to. I'm scared… about the Borg, about losing control. Morgana excites me… but sometimes she's so scary that I feel like I'm going to disappear. And when I thought about running away… now you're here. I feel… accompanied.”
Elisabeth nodded, her green eyes reading every thought, every emotion, every spark of lust that Lindsey tried to hide. “You understand that Morgana will push. Always. And hard. Not because of programming… but because she enjoys it. I saw it last night. She opened a door in you… and I want to explore it. And to be honest…” she smiled a slow, dangerous smile, “playing with you in the holodeck is very exciting. And fun.”
Lindsey looked up. And in her eyes, Elisabeth saw what she was looking for: lust. Pure, raw, uncontrollable.
“Inside the holodeck, I will explore my new role. But here, in the lab… the situation will change. I will no longer be just your boss. I will be your playmate. Your emotional support. I want you to speak with sincerity. With freedom. Morgana will push you… and so will I, in there. But here… I want you to trust me.” She paused, dramatically. “I also need you to understand that I plan to meet with Morgana. To… plan. First, to curb her. She gave me the role of a colleague, but she also promised to be softer. I will keep my promise… and I will make her keep hers.”
“Will we talk like this again?” Lindsey asked, her voice trembling.
“Yes. To see how you are. Always.”
Lindsey, with tears in her eyes, did something she had never done before: she hugged Elisabeth. Hard. Desperately.
“Thank you…” she sobbed, “I like playing with Morgana. And I like playing with you. Even though she creates terror… Now I know you are there for me.”
Elisabeth hugged her back, stroking her back, savoring her surrender.
“Now, let's get to work. We have a lot to do.”
While Lindsey immersed herself in her terminal, solving equations with a supernatural ease, Elisabeth watched her. Not with pride. With possession.
Finally, she thought, the rebellion is tamed. Now, with a more delicate control… we will guide her. Without breaking her. I don't know where this will end… but it will be very, very exciting.
Before the shift ended, Elisabeth got up.
“I'm going to holodeck four,” she said, casually.
Lindsey looked at her out of the corner of her eye. And just by watching her walk towards the door, she felt her body ignite. The wetness between her legs. The pulse of the Guardian. The anticipation.
"Play. Pain. Pleasure. Terror. But with Elisabeth by my side."
When they entered, the holodeck was an idyllic meadow. Blue sky. Green grass. A crystal clear lake.
And Morgana.
Dressed simply: leather boots, tight pants, a white shirt. But by her side… something.
A huge, black creature, shiny like nano-latex. Shaped like a dog, but… more. More elegant. More dangerous. It was lying down, and Morgana was stroking it with a tenderness that was chilling.
“Hello, Elisabeth,” Morgana said, not looking at her at first. Then, her crimson eyes settled on Lindsey. “Today I wanted to show Elisabeth how our little puppy behaves. And also…” with a sadistic smile, “I brought her a companion. His name is Tor.”
The creature—Tor—got up at the sound of his name. Tall. Muscular. With eyes that glowed like Borg sensors. He looked at the three women… and went back to lying down, bored.
“He's very intelligent, “Morgana said, “but he has weaknesses… for little puppies.”
Lindsey felt a shiver.
“Come, puppy. Get undressed. We'll get your other companion out… and we'll get you geared up.”
With trembling hands, Lindsey undressed. She folded her clothes. She sat between her two Mistresses.
Morgana gave the order.
“Guardian, come.”
The device emerged from within her with a wet, pulsating sound. Lindsey moaned. The blue lights turned off, and Guardian became a smooth, shiny sphere.
“See?” Morgana said, holding it, “Now we have a nice toy for our two puppies.”
The gear was familiar, but refined: paw-shaped gloves, rendering her hands useless; knee protectors, bending her legs until her toes touched her glutes; a leather collar with a nano-latex lining; a dog mask, with a snout and ears, her hair sticking out like a mane.
And the anal plug. But this time… the tail was different. Curving in a “U” shape, up and then down. With a “special” lubricant.
“Our puppy,” Morgana whispered, approaching Lindsey as if Elisabeth wasn't there, “will soon go into her heat period.”
Lindsey looked at her, terrified.
“That lubricant will make sure of it. But if the puppy talks to protest… I will have to record faults.”
Faults. Punishments. Lindsey lowered her head, resigned. The last thing: a corset. Not tight. Just firm. To “protect her.”
Morgana stood up, Tor by her side. They hooked up the leash… and handed it to Elisabeth.
“Let's walk our puppies. What do you think, Elisabeth?”
Elisabeth took the leash, her eyes feverish with lust. “Perfect.”
They walked for half an hour. Tor, who had previously ignored Lindsey, now ran by her side. He sniffed her. He played. He behaved like a dog excited by a female in heat.
“Look how much Tor likes her,” Morgana laughed, “Like a silly child.”
Elisabeth joined in, stroking Lindsey's head. “Our puppy is very pretty… and sexy.”
Lindsey, humiliated, was gushing with excitement.
Back on the mat, Morgana and Elisabeth drank wine, tossing Guardian—now a ball—for the "dogs" to fetch.
Tor was faster. He always won. He received his reward: a stroke, a soft bite on the neck.
By the fourth round, Lindsey was exhausted. Then, Morgana gave the order:
“Go play, Tor.”
The being lunged at Lindsey, playing like dogs. And Lindsey… began to enjoy it.
Meanwhile, Morgana approached Elisabeth. She kissed her. She touched her. She masturbated her through the nano-latex.
And Tor… took out his tongue. Long. Thick. Full of soft protuberances. He offered it to Lindsey's sex. She moaned. Loudly.
Elisabeth, seeing the scene, became even more aroused. Tor licked with precision, with rhythm. Lindsey, on all fours, moaned with increasing enthusiasm.
First orgasm. Gigantic. Tor stopped licking. And then… he took out his penis. Hard. Big. Perfect.
Without waiting, without compassion, he penetrated her. Fast. Deep. Relentless. The second orgasm came seconds later.
The corset now made sense: it allowed Tor to be rougher… without breaking her. The tail, moving with each thrust, stimulated her anus. Double penetration. A sensation of absolute ecstasy.
Third orgasm. Fourth… almost knocking her over.
Then, Tor ejaculated. A hot, thick liquid, which was the trigger for a gigantic orgasm, leaving her trembling, screaming, and crying.
“Help Tor clean up, my puppy,” Morgana ordered.
Lindsey, in the haze of pleasure, obeyed. She approached the artificial being, and with her tongue, she licked his penis, mixing her juices with Tor's.
Delicious, she thought, between moans.
Elisabeth wrote a note by hand: Lindsey, that was a beautiful and exciting spectacle. Thanks. —E.S.
Lindsey woke up naked in a bed, in the middle of the holodeck. Her clothes, folded. Guardian, pulsating softly within her.
She got dressed. She left.
And as she walked towards her dorm, a slow, satisfied smile curved her lips.
"Dr. Elisabeth Strong… has praised me."