**The Importance Of Discipline**

(c) 2011 GingerM

*Like fragile bubbles, the universes press close together, touching yet separate. In one, starships roam the galaxy, seeking, exploring... in another, those same starships fare forth bent on conquest... the ships of the Empire.*

Lt. Tamerlane grunted with every thrust, hir hips bucking in a primal rhythm. Hir toned, chestnut-furred body pressed the smaller, dark-haired woman ruthlessly against the wall, while a wet 'slap' sounded with every stroke as hir heavy black balls slapped the woman's thighs. Hir face contorted in a snarl of lust and rage, shi hissed, "Not so high and mighty now, are you, Commander Moreau?!". Pleasure shot though hir in waves and shi sped up as shi neared hir peak... and then it was upon hir, the sweet ecstasy of orgasm flooding through hir body, and shi grabbed the senior officer's hair, yanking hard as shi bucked and began to erupt. Hot, thick seed blasted from hir meaty, inhuman organ, the flared head lodged well inside, pushing insistently against the woman's cervix, spilling in a fiery flood into the smaller woman's cunt; and hir victim howled in a mixture of pleasure and pain as the lieutenant's thick horsecock violated hir with savage power. No words emerged from her mouth, gaping in an 'O' as shame warred with the heady sensation of the horse-herm's cock spearing into her body, pumping equine semen in a seemingly endless torrent; all she could do was gasp and squirm and moan, writhing atop that fleshy spike while gouts of thick, gelatinous cum pumped into her ravaged body, spurting out around the slick, fleshy piston every time it thrust anew, seeking to dump a fresh blast of horse spooge.

Eventually the horse-herm's balls began to empty, hir cock began to deflate, and shi pulled out, the slick, black mass of horseflesh dangling in an arch as it fell free of Commander Moreau's pussy. Runnels of sticky white goo trickled from the puffy-lipped, gaping hole, dripping on the deck and running down her inner thighs, mute evidence of the stallion-sized load of sperm the equine herm had pumped into Moreau's belly. Rhiannon wiped hir mouth, stepping back as the fair, dark-haired woman slumped to the deck, her assailant's jizz leaking from hir in an obscene creamy puddle. Not quite finished, the lieutenant grabbed Moreau's hair again, twisting her head harshly until the black-skinned obscenity between hir chestnut thighs slapped against hir superior's face. "Clean it off, bitch!" shi growled, one hand grasping the thick, cum-slicked member to slap Moreau's face with it. Her face red with shame and fury, the commander complied, her tongue laving the impossible equine length sprouting from the lieutenant's otherwise thoroughly female body. Beaten but by no means broken, she glared up at the tall, equine lieutenant, not quite daring to give voice to her wrath, but wordlessly promising that there would be retribution.

Rhiannon didn't care. After the past week - wherein shi had been assaulted by two engineers who were part of the captain's bodyguard, then the taunts and insults from the young ensign and her two friends in the mess, shi wasn't about to put up with any more from anyone. She had a height and strength advantage on most members of the crew, to say nothing of the fleshy weapon shi bore, and from this point on shi planned to use all hir advantages ruthlessly. Hir cock retracted back into its sheath and shi stopped to retrieve hir uniform skirt and the golden officer's sash that went with it...

... she came to with a muzzy-headed feeling. *What happened?* shi wondered, confused. *Last I remember, I finished giving that bitch Moreau a good reaming...* Then recollection hit hir. Shi had made the most elementary mistake - having irrevocably turned Moreau into an enemy, shi had taken hir eyes off the commander. The human officer must have grabbed hir phaser and stunned her, and now here shi was. Blinking, shi opened hir eyes and tried to move, without success. As hir eyes adjusted to the dim light, shi saw and felt why.

Buck-naked, shi was bound hand and foot to a frame, bent forward, hir legs spread wide, hir arms likewise. From behind, a low, hateful laugh sounded. "You were dumb, Lieutenant," said the voice - not Moreau's. It sounded like... *Captain Kirk?* She jumped and choked back a gasp as something stung hir ass. "Commander Moreau told me what happened," he went on, and another stinging stroke - *a whip,* shi realized, biting hir lip - landed on hir other ass cheek. Reflexively shi bucked, trying to get away from the weapon. "Apparently you forgot she's the captain's woman. No-one fucks the captain's woman but the captain - at least, not without his permission." A door *shhhsh'd* and his voice moved. "Ready, Commander?" he asked - so the bitch was here to witness as well... bitter bile rose in hir throat.

Moreau came around to stand in front of hir and despite hir fear and humiliation, shi stared. Her outfit was skimpy; in fact it almost wasn't there. Black straps crossed her breasts, went around her back and then came back to the front, attached to a hefty strap-on which bobbed as shi strode toward the captive officer. Gleaming black stiletto-heeled thigh boots adorned her legs, and the hair which Rhiannon had yanked so ruthlesssly was once again coiffed perfectly, piled in a high beehive with only the tail of her raven locks falling down her back.

Rhiannon gritted hir teeth, bracing hirself for what was to come. Sure enough, Moreau stepped arrogantly up to the lieutenant, that black rubber cock rearing from her groin. "Open wide, slave," she crooned with an evil smile - then without further warning, grabbed Rhiannon's short auburn locks, pulling hir head back as she forced hir strap-on into the lieutenant's mouth.

Saliva flooded hir mouth as the black toy shoved in, past hir teeth - *biting won't do anything to her,* shi reflected - the rounded knob of the rubber glans pushing into hir throat. Shi worked hir tongue around it, trying to coat it all over with hir spit, and relaxed hir throat as Moreau took hir hair in both hands and rammed forward. The suddenness of the assault caught hir briefly by surprise, and even though shi was used to taking the cocks of hir kind in hir mouth, she felt a brief moment of pain as it shoved further in. "Suck it, horse-bitch!" the commander snarled as she began raping Rhiannon's mouth.

The captain reminded hir of his presence behind hir; suddenly there was the feeling of fingers probing between hir charcoal-dark pussy lips. Rough and crude, he pushed them into hir, and instinctively shi clenched around them. "Nice," he muttered, working them further in, "I like tight ones... right, Commander?"

Above hir, the commander's voice replied, "I know you do, my Captain, my master." Her hands shifted and pain shot through Rhiannon's head as the commander grabbed hir equine ears, pulling herself against the helpless lieutenant, her crotch battering the horse-herm's face.

"I have to say, though, I've never had a herm before. They're supposed to be even hornier than humans, and I believe it, from the stories I've heard about this one." His fingers withdrew, to be replaced by the head of his cock. Despite hirself, Rhiannon smiled as best shi could around the strap-on stuffed in hir mouth. The captain might be a fighter and have a reputation for cruelty, but from what she could feel between hir thighs, pushing into hir dampening pussy, he didn't have much of a cock. *Seven inches at best,* shi guessed silently as Kirk thrust.

Nor, it seemed, did he have any kind of finesse; he pushed into hir, spreading hir dark labia around his shaft and began thrusting. Commander Moreau adjusted her pace to match his, and soon Rhiannon found hirself being whipsawed between the captain and his woman, one plunging into hir as the other withdrew. Moreau was simply battering away with an equal lack of skill, humping the horse-woman's face, bent on punishing hir for the cunt-wrecking Rhiannon had given her before. Perversely, shi felt hirself responding to the captain; hir maresex moistening eagerly, hir inner lips slick and gleaming, the tight ring of muscle inside gripping his shaft as he drove himself into hir. Between hir thighs shi felt hirself stirring, the familiar tingling pleasure swelling in hir balls as shi unsheathed hir thick, black meat.

Kirk's hands gripped hir ass as he pounded away and the heavy, panting breathing told hir he was about to cum. "Gonna... fuck you..." he grunted "... and knock you... up!" he cried, lurching, thrusting into hir again, until shi felt him spasming, and sudden warmth spurted into hir. Moreau's hands gripped hir ears tightly as she too quivered in sudden orgasm, her fake cock thrust down Rhiannon's throat, shaking as she came. Being human, the captain ebbed far sooner than shi would have and his heavy sigh of relief and pleasure came as shi felt him withdraw. "Damn... that was good," he said behind hir. Moreau apparently agreed, for she too withdrew her black latex toy from  Rhiannon's throat. "Clean the captain off, slave," she ordered, stepping aside to make room for him. Sure enough, his limp, cum-smeared cock was in front of hir; his fingers encircled the base as shi opened hir mouth obediently. Long and agile, hir tongue swirled around his prick, slurping the residue of his jizz from his shaft - *even smaller than Moreau's strap-on,* shi noted, which said something about the relationship between the captain and his woman...?

"Alright, Commander, you can untie her hands," he said. Shi heard him using the feminine pronoun, a slight difference in pronounciation from the correct form, born of ignorance - or that he didn't care,  more likely. Hands fumbled at the bonds on hir wrists as he stepped back, taking a phaser from his desk to keep hir covered. Released, shi sighed and straightened up, hir erect cock standing out stiff and proud in front of hir. Kirk's eyes dropped to that mighty organ, widening slightly. "Damn!" he exclaimed. "Lieutenant, you're hung like a horse!"

"Ha ha," shi replied, not carring if he should chose to take offense. "That's hardly original, Sir." Shi chafed hir wrists, feeling hir hands tingling as full circulation came back to them. 

The captain chuckled, chosing to be amused by hir comment. "I see why Commander Moreau was so pissed with you, if you stuffed that thing in her." 

Moreau growled, hir latex cock bobbing as she came to stand by Kirk's side. "I think we should cut it off, Captain," she said in a low voice, full of venom. "This... thing's assaulted a number of the crew, without any good reason at all. It seems awfully fond of its cock, so..." she made a chopping motion.

Kirk turned to look at her. "I don't think so, Commander," he replied - was there a hint of coolness in his voice?

"Am I not your woman, captain?" Moreau returned hotly. "Don't I have the right to make it suffer for what it did to me? The foul thing pumped its filthy seed in me; God only knows if I'm pregnant...!"

"Doctor McCoy will handle it if you are," he replied. His face had taken on a curious expression; he looked from Rhiannon and hir proud black weapon to the slighter Moreau and back again. "Don't forget you're my woman only as long as you please me," he told her. "What if I decide I want to see her take you with that?"

She backed away, her eyes widening. "You.. you wouldn't... you wouldn't let it to that to... me...?" Her hand went refexively to her hip, where her officer's dagger should be - except, of course, it was't, not in her dominatrix outfit. 

Now Kirk was smiling, a slow, cruel smile. "Matter of fact, the more I think about it," he went on, "the more I'm curious to see her in action...

TO BE CONTINUED