Troi's Story By Steely Dan, steelydan1923@yahoo.com The science fiction-boxing story of Troi, Alia and the Enterprise. (NOTE: If you haven't read "Alia and Anna", read that first in order to understand the main character.) Deanna Troi was used to being watched. She was a high-ranking bridge officer ' still something rare for a woman ' on the flagship of the Federation's starship fleet. She was a rarity among the crew of the Enterprise, being half-human and half-Betazoid, and that also made her the object of wonder from crew members that didn't see her on a regular basis. She was also a stunningly attractive woman, with dark hair and dark eyes, and not too many cared that she carried around a few extra pounds ' well, maybe, quite a few. They helped give her that "rounded" appearance, enhanced the bust line and made more than a few people notice the plump shape of her ass. The uniforms she wore on duty kept those assets barely under control while still showing them off ' the latest technology in uniforms able to make even the grossly overweight look much slimmer. She knew that most of the crew thought highly of her appearance, since her abilities as an empath allowed her to tap into their emotions, and picking up an increased arousal factor every time she walked past a male crew member always gave her pleasure. Today, though, she was headed for a workout session in the holodeck, and her ensemble was straining at the seams of all of her well-rounded areas. Her huge boobs bounced around, the belly fat jiggled and her ass almost swayed from side to side as she raced toward her holodeck workout. It was a sight for both the men and women who appreciated larger-sized women. She wore a white SecondSkin leotard that fit her just as advertised ' showing off her round ass and legs and showing every undulation on her prominent pussy mound below the jiggles from the stomach fat. Her top was cut even lower than the revealing uniforms she normally wore, revealing her generous breasts and barely covering her large areolas ' not that covering them mattered, since they were easily visible under the tight white leotard. Her nipples pushed outward against the SecondSkin and became splendidly prominent. Yes, the crew took notice. But they also noticed her scent, the undeniable smell of passion that radiated from her even though she was visibly hurrying to reach the holodeck as quickly as possible. Deanna was headed for a workout, and she couldn't wait to get started ' couldn't wait to satisfy the burning heat in her loins. +++++ The Enterprise bridge officers all had unlimited access to hologram time, and Deanna Troi had been using all of her spare time in creating a holodeck workout program. But this was different from any other workout program, since it combined her physical activity with an erotic need ' a carnal need, and one she could fulfill so infrequently, such was her limited free time and in a ship that enclosed 1,000 people. Deanna loved to fight, loved boxing. More specifically, she loved people to box her, to dominate her with their fists, to sink their gloves into her breasts and her paunchy midsection, to feel their punches snap her head from side to side, to experience the feel of falling as her opponent pummeled her to the canvas. There she would be, flat on her back, her meaty hips and ass on the canvas, seeing her conquerer standing over her, gloves still at the ready to pound her back down if she was capable of rising ' eventually watching as her opponent raised her gloves to the holodeck ceiling in total victory. Invariably she would orgasm at the sight, the intensity of her shuddering climax varying with the skills of her tormentress. She had many such opponents programmed into the holodeck, some of them based on friends and others who were her shipmates. Beverly Crusher was a good one. Deanna had added kickboxing to that program, the better to take advantage of the doctor's long, dancer-tight legs that flew rapidly and knocked her cold on many occasions. She loved seeing those booted and luscious legs straddling her at the end of a holobout, Beverly's red hair having broken loose from its ponytail tie and falling down to her heaving breasts as she breathed. Tasha Yar was even better. Before she was killed, she was revered as one of the Federation's greatest warriors, and Deanna had programmed her in that mold. Tasha did not need her entire real-life arsenal ' her gloved fists alone were enough for the special needs of Deanna's program. Her punches would come rapid-fire, her short blond hair flying back and forth from the exertion of pistoning her fists into Deanna's body and face. Where Beverly's program would only wear her down and put her off her feet, Tasha's program was designed to knock her out cold, letting her experience exquisite pain and a thunderous rush of orgasm before the blackness took over, and she would awaken a while later on the holodeck floor. There were others. A stunning black crewmate would stand over her after knocking her down and berate her abilities ("get up, white woman, and this nigga will knock you back down", "you call that boxing, you ain't shit", "only thing you hurtin' is my hands where they beatin' you up so bad"). An ensign of Asian descent was programmed to not knock her to the canvas ' instead, she would box Deanna into a corner and work her over until she was helpless, and then would drape her arms over the corner ropes and pound savage blows into her stomach and sometimes lower. And, of course, there was the alien female, whose six powerful arms and gloved fists all worked independently, raining punches on Deanna so quickly and from so many angles that she often came before she hit the canvas. Yes, the virtual-reality programs that involved simulations of crewmates were a delight to Deanna. She also had a catalogue of great female boxers from the past, and she specifically enjoyed running the computer programs of some of the sports' pioneers ' she loved the Laila Ali program since she was so strong AND attractive, the Christy Martin program since she was so determined. Even the Mia St. John program was fun, since St. John wasn't a big puncher and it gave Deanna a lot of time to ogle Mia's model looks and taut body ' it was the only program that Deanna specifically wrote with a naked opponent. But there was no question as to Deanna's favorite among all her holodeck boxer programs. It was the one she saved for only very special visits, whenever her body would so ache for an erotic experience that she could barely make it to the holodeck without exploding. It was based on Alia, a fighter from the long-ago 20th and 21st centuries. Alia was a great boxer, no doubt ' the thumpings she gave her opponents during her life were the stuff of legends. But that's not the biggest reason that Deanna lusted over Alia's simulation. Alia was noted for the brutality she brought to her bouts ' it was never enough for her to beat down her opponents with her fists. She would invariably continue her beatings well past the boxing stage, turning them into a sensual domination as she sought and almost always got a sexual charge from humiliating her foes. Brutal face sits and smothers, breast abuse, fist fucking, anal assaults ' Alia was the master of those and many more, and Deanna's program contained every sexfighting skill possible. It would often take Deanna days to fully recover after doing a session with Alia's program, even with the healing technology available in sick bay being so advanced. Cuts and bruises could be healed and would vanish almost instantly, and even things like broken bones could be repaired in a matter of minutes. But the levels of physical and sexual exhaustion that Troy would feel after a few rounds with Alia would stay with her for a while. Often the captain, or more often Will Riker, would ask her about her physical condition, since the program would wear her out so much, but she obviously could never let on to what had put her into this shape. She knew she could have Riker's cock any time she wanted it, and often she did. But it never fulfilled her like her sessions in the holodeck ' and wasn't even erotically close to her revered Alia program. That's what she needed today, and that's why she was almost running past her shipmates, her leotard barely keeping all her upper and lower assets corralled, leaving a trail of pussy scent behind her as she raced to the holodeck. Her hands shook as she touched the screen on the holodeck door. It wasn't like all these workouts were keeping her toned. Since most of them dealt with her taking a pounding and being on the receiving end of all that abuse, they weren't very cardiovascular-friendly. In fact, the extra layers of fat on her belly, those layers that were so well hidden behind her uniforms, helped provide some padding from the gloves that her opponents pounded into her body. "Run Troi program, 'Alia One,'" she breathlessly hissed into the voice recognition grid, and almost fell through when the doors slid open and quickly closed behind her, the lights coming up with the door closing. They spotlighted the ring, the velvet-covered ropes almost shimmering from the spotlights that flooded the ring area and left the rest of the simulation in near darkness. "Oh, god, I so need this," Deanna said to herself as she walked toward the ring, picking up the white gloves she always put right next to the door and tugging them on as she approached the stairs up to the canvas. Alia was there, waiting for her, bouncing on the balls of her feet, gloves pounding in anticipation. And she had a surprise in store. ++++++ It had happened only a day before, but before this, "Alia One" had no concept of time. After all, she was a computer program, just bytes and energy grouped into codes that defined her existence. At least, that's what she was until a day ago. Before then, she had only felt "alive" when someone activated her program. When that happened, she felt a rush of excitement, knowing that before long she would be dominating and sexually abusing the Troi being. Troi was the only one she ever saw when her program would run, and Alia delighted in the ever-expanding ways in which she would dominate her opponent. It seemed that new ideas and new methods would magically pop into her head every time her program became active. Actually, it was Troi that kept programming and pumping those new and brutal measures into the program, and they would become part of Alia each time she was activated. And Alia felt this was so much better than the model she was created after ' the "real" Alia of the 21st century was limited in the violence and torment she could inflict on her opponents. Now, in a hologram program, the rules and limits were not in effect, and the intensity was only limited by the creativity of the program writer ' and Troi was very creative in the humiliation area ' and the designated level of the program. Troi usually kept that level at a low setting, since she did have to function as an officer and couldn't afford to be seriously injured in the holodeck ' and "Alia One" was easily able to inflict serious injury if the level was set too high. But that couldn't really happen at the low levels, and for a long time Alia longed for the opportunity to crank up the intensity, and do some real damage and some real humiliating. But something had happened this time. When "Alia One" came online, she was in the fight arena, in her familiar spot in her corner. But it felt different ' it felt more real. There was no Troi walking in, no images of her large breasts and large ass making their way toward the ring for another beating. There was just Alia, ready to fight ' but ready in a different way. She felt ALIVE ' she could feel blood flowing through her stunning body that showed not an ounce of fat, her arms and shoulders chiseled and strong, her chest muscles uplifting her perfect breasts, her abs a picture of sinew and muscle (few had ever seen a tighter six-pack, especially on a woman), and her legs toned, supple and constantly bouncing to relieve the pent-up aggression. Her black hair, pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail, framed dark eyes that now seemed to have fire inside ' and reflected the absence of her former feeling of being only a robot-like image built for someone else's pleasure. She was in her traditional fighting outfit ' tight high-cut satin black shorts with "Everlast" on the waistband (she wasn't sure what that meant, but she figured it was an honor since she had never been outlasted by anyone), a tight black sports bra that accentuated her upper-body development, and her black boots cut just low enough to show her strong calves. And every time her program was activated, she had shiny black "Everlast" gloves on her hands. But instead of just being something that was just put on her, Alia could now feel the fighting togs ' she felt the satin of the shorts pressing tightly against her pussy mound and her ass, and she was cognizant of a feeling of pleasure. She reached down with the thumb of her black gloves and pressed it against her tight trunks, and then began rubbing with the thumb as the pleasure grew. Suddenly she felt her whole body quiver and her crotch began trembling before an explosion of pleasure sent ripples through her entire being, and she felt wetness as fluid poured out of her pussy and soaked the crotch of her trunks. She was almost knocked off her feet with the sensation. Alia didn't know what had just happened, but she knew she wanted to feel that way again and often. And somehow she knew that the Troi being was important to her feeling it again. So she waited ' for what seemed like an eternity. Before, when she became aware only when her program was activated, there was no waiting around ' she just went right to it when Troi came in. This new feeling included waiting around, a new sensation, and Alia didn't like it much. But she had a feeling that her wait was going to be worth it very soon. ++++++ A power surge had rippled through the entire Enterprise one day earlier when the ship went through an uncharted and unexpected plasma field, but the crew thought all the problems that it caused had been fixed and corrected. The staff had even checked the public programs in the holodeck and made minor adjustments, and they figured the same was true for the "private" programs. They didn't know how wrong they were, especially Troi as she quickly and breathlessly walked through the holodeck doors after ordering the computer to run "Alia One." Nothing was different ' the lights on the ring were the same, the shiny red velvet ropes still hung in place and the path to the ring was unchanged. As she got close, she saw Alia's figure in the other corner, going through her pre-bout routine of pounding her gloves together and letting the noise echo through the empty arena. As Troi stepped through the ropes, she as always was captivated by Alia's body, and the contrast to her own. Since she wasn't in her regular Starfleet uniform and its magical ability to corral, contain and make attractive her heavy parts, the belly fat hung out over her SecondSkin leotard and her large round ass strained against the fabric. Her huge boobs also flopped around inside the tight top of the leotard. In contrast, Alia looked toned and strong, just how Troi had programmed her. About the only thing similar between the two were the black gloves they both wore. Troi was bouncing around the ring and rolling her shoulders to loosen up when the automated announcer came on: "Ladies and gentlemen," it said to an absent crowd, "tonight's bout is for the Enterprise championship. The bout will go 12 rounds or until one fighter cannot continue. In the blue corner, wearing the white leotard and weighing in at 180 pounds, the challenger, Deanna Troi! '. Troi!" "And in the red corner, wearing the black trunks and black top, weighing in at 140 pounds, the undisputed champion, Alia! ' Alia!" The two walked to mid-ring and touched gloves, and Troi saw something that wasn't there before ' almost like there was a light behind Alia's eyes. But she dismissed it as another of the glitches the whole ship had been going through since the plasma field. Everything else looked, felt and sounded the same including the warning buzzer that went off 10 seconds before the bell. Both fighters eyed each other, gloves high, and Troi figured on feeling the same satisfaction she'd felt in her other bouts with "Alia One." But Alia ' maybe more accurately, "Alia Two" was ready for something else ' this time, she would get the satisfaction, and she couldn't wait until ' "DING, DING, DING!" The bell for Round 1 sounded, and Alia almost leaped to the middle of the ring, such was her excitement. Troi drew in a deep breath and headed out to meet her, hands high in a defensive stance, but she only got two steps out of her corner before Alia was right in front of her, a malicious grin on her face. That was when fear began sending chills down Troi's spine ' "Alia One" had never shown emotion before in any of their previous bouts. She hadn't even written emotions into her program. The fear grew worse when Alia began popping jabs straight at Troi's face, jabs that she only half- blocked. Alia's punches were much quicker and carried more force than Troi remembered ' the ones that didn't split her own gloves pushed them back into her face with so much force that she had to step back. Had someone tampered with the intensity level of the program, Troi asked herself, or even worse had someone rewritten parts of Alia's program. Either way, Troi figured she was in for pain ' but she decided to ride it out, since a certain amount of pain was Troi's reason for writing these programs in the first place. That was before Alia feinted with another left jab, and when Troi flinched, Alia came over the top with a right cross that was almost too fast to see, one that slammed into Troi's jaw and sent her sprawling into the ropes. This isn't good, Troi thought. She had set up the program such that Alia's single punches wouldn't have that big an impact on her ' instead, it would be the cumulative effect of many punches that would wear her down ' the better to extend the exquisite pleasure of the beating. But that right hand HURT ' badly. And it didn't make Troi feel any better when Alia followed her to the ropes and began pounding incredibly fast lefts and rights into her flopping breasts. The blows were so quick that Troi had no chance to counter, and so powerful that one of Alia's punches would knock Troi's defenses to the side and the other would crash unimpeded, violently crushing her tit. "AAAAAAHHHHHH," Troi screamed in pain, and her screams only seemed to spur Alia on even more. Soon, the fabric on Troi's white leotard was sheared away by the force of Alia's punches, and Troi's swollen breasts alternately turned bright red, then black and blue, the veins beginning to pop out and criss-cross like a pulsing spider web. And Alia's abuse never slowed ' and neither did the smile on her face. She's enjoying this, Troi thought in between her howls of pain. Alia, though, was thinking that this is only the beginning of her pleasure, and she stepped back, gloves still high in a classic stance and bouncing on the balls of her feet. Alia liked seeing Troi's ample breasts now discolored and disfigured. The rest of her leotard was intact, and Alia enjoyed the view of the leotard now tight on Troi's crotch and framing a nice camel's toe on her pussy mound. Mmmmm ' we'll have some fun there later, she thought. "We're just getting started, you fat bitch," Alia said. "I'm going to beat you up so much ' and I'm going to make this last a long time. I'm going to hurt you and I'm going to enjoy every second of your pain." Troi was already in serious pain, leaning on the ropes and holding her arms in front of her exposed breasts. But she was still alert enough to realize something was terribly wrong ' the Alia program she wrote didn't even give her the power of speech. Yet here she was, fully cognizant, and taunting her. "I ' I ' I don't understand," Troi stammered. "How can you '" "All you have to understand is that you'll be lucky to leave this ring alive," Alia said, stepping forward again and taking Troi's chin in her left glove and jerking her head up to face her. "Or maybe I'll just hurt you bad, then let them patch you back up in sick bay and bring you back here for more. Mmmmm ' that sounds soooo good." Alia began rubbing her crotch again with her right glove, the left one still holding Troi's chin, and her masturbation quickly increased in speed until her glove was moving back and forth quicker than humanly possible. She soon turned her head toward the ceiling and closed her eyes, and shortly a huge shudder shot through her body as she stimulated herself to a thunderous orgasm. "Oooooo," she moaned as her body twinged with delight. Despite her hugely-sore tits, Troi watched Alia's pleasure for a moment and realized this might be her only chance at survival. Just after Alia reached her climax, Troi steeled herself and launched a right hand and a follow-up left hook at Alia's chin. Both punches landed solidly, but all they did was push Alia's head to one side and then the other, and Alia grinned that evil grin once again. "Ooooo, that really hurt," Alia said as she mocked Troi's efforts. "Here, try it some more." Alia put her gloves on her hips and stood directly in front of Troi, a wide-open target. Troi summoned up all the energy she could muster and punched Alia's face repeatedly ' and did no damage, barely even moved her head. She tried pounding Alia's perfect breasts to no avail ' in fact, Alia's nipples seemed to swell with every punch impact ' and finally pistoned rights and lefts into her taut body. All she came away with was sore hands, and Alia was laughing by the time Troi ran out of steam and dropped her arms to her sides, totally spent. "That all you got?," Alia mocked as she again assumed a fighting stance. "Now we're going to have some fun. Let's see what else we can do." A huge uppercut lifted Troi off her feet and sent her crashing into the corner pad of her own corner, and Alia was on top of her in a second. This time, she alternated her brutal punching between Troi's face and flabby belly ' each time Troi would raise her gloves to defend her face, Alia would dig uppercuts under Troi's rib cage and enjoy the "whoof ' whoof" sound that would rush from her mouth, the air literally being beaten out of her. When Troi would pull her elbows in to protect her gut, Alia would alternate jabs and crosses around Alia's eyes and cheeks, and soon Troi's eyes were puffy and had cuts around each, the blood starting to slowly trickle down her nose and the sides of her face. Alia still wasn't satisfied, since Troi was slowly curling into a protective cocoon and Alia couldn't get off as many clear shots and do as much damage as she wanted. So she began using an old boxer's trick, and started pounding Troi's bicep areas with hooks from both hands ' over and over, the idea being that after absorbing enough punches, the arms will go limp and lifeless and hang uselessly at the sides. Troi was a strong-willed woman, but as Alia's fists drove relentlessly into the meaty part of her arms, her gloves slowly began dropping until they rubbed the sides of her rounded hips. Alia kept up the arm pounding for a while longer just to make sure, and then turned her attack to Troi's belly below where her earlier assault had left her chest of her leotard in tatters and her breasts badly mauled. Lefts and rights ' pounding away ' the rapid "bap, bap, bap" echoing off the walls as Alia's fists beat into the pudgy rolls. Alia soon started throwing hooks and crosses across Troi's gut, hitting with such accuracy that she ripped into the fabric of the leotard just as she had higher on the chest, tearing the tight outfit to ribbons which eventually ripped off and left Troi's belly totally exposed. Soon it was bright red, contrasting with the few ribbons of white fabric that remained attached. Alia stepped back for a moment to admire her handiwork, not wanting Troi to pass out from the pain and end her fun. She needs a little break, Alia thought, and suddenly the bell rang. By habit, Alia backed up and turned to walk to her corner ' Troi was already slumped in hers ' and suddenly was hit with a revelation. The bell rang because I wanted it to, Alia thought, when I thought about her needing a break ' the computer program made it ring. Maybe it can do some other things, too. Alia thought about a stool in her corner, and one appeared out of thin air. She sat down to catch her breath ' she'd been programmed to feel some fatigue, to add more realism ' and a huge grin crossed her face. I can do anything in here, she realized, and all I have to do is think about it! Troi was just getting back to her feet in the other corner, and Alia said, "Let's go," under her breath. The bell immediately sounded to begin the next round, well before the normal 60 seconds, and when Alia quickly stood up the stool vanished. "Oh, this is going to be sooooo much fun," she said, loud enough for Troi to hear. Alia again was in front of Troi before the counselor could get far from her own corner and started jabbing away at Troi's face, enough to rip the eyelids and start the blood flowing anew. She saw it dripping on the tatters that used to be the top of Troi's white leotard, and suddenly hooked the thumbs of her gloves and ripped away the rest of Troi's workout outfit, leaving her mauled breasts, her battered belly fat layers, her dark-haired pussy and her round ass exposed. "Look at you hanging out everywhere," Alia said. "It's disgusting. Maybe I can beat some of this fat off of you ' after I finish up here." Alia continued to box Troi's head and face relentlessly, Troi's arms unable to raise her gloves to defend against the onslaught. Blood began spurting from the cuts over and under her eyes, running down her sore chest and arms, until Alia's big roundhouse right knocked her out of her corner and left her hanging backwards, her arms draped outside the velvet ropes and her back to the ring. Hold her there, Alia thought, and the ring ropes wrapped around each of Troi's arms, pinning her upright. Alia stepped close and began punching Troi's sides and back, eventually aiming deep punches into her kidney areas as Troi screamed in between the "unnnhhhh" sounds that accompanied each of Alia's blows. Those punches started coming faster and faster ' a sign that Alia was getting more and more aroused ' until Troi's bodily control failed ' her crotch releasing a huge stream of urine that ran down her legs and began pooling and soaking the canvas near the ropes. Troi's sides were slowly turning from bright red to black and blue as Alia kept up the pounding, and eventually Troi slumped, her legs no longer able to hold her up and her arms still entwined in the ropes. At Alia's thought command, the ropes released and Troi spun off and sat down hard on the canvas. Alia stepped close, towering over her. "Get up!," Alia yelled. "Get up before I drag you up. In fact, I think I will." At that, the ring ropes stretched out and wrapped around Troi's arms, dragging her back to her corner and holding her upright there. The bottom ropes entwined her legs, pulling them apart and leaving her spread-eagled like some bizarre scarecrow ' except this one was naked, bruised and bloodied all over. Alia had a whole new target, and this one was going to be even more pleasurable. Just as she'd done to herself, Alia began rubbing her glove against Troi's pussy and felt her body shudder, before inserting the thumb and moving it around inside her clit. "You like that," Alia said to the barely-conscious Troi. "Let's see if you like this some more." Alia's glove thumb suddenly turned hard as a rock and grew longer, becoming an erotic probe that she inserted into Troi's wide-open pussy and began thrusting in and out. Her thrusts grew in speed and force until her glove as almost a blur, shaking the entire corner as Troi screamed and shuddered before turning loose a flow of pussy juice that soaked both her thighs and Alia's glove. "Mmmmmm," Alia said as she pulled out the thumb and licked it, the thumb going back to its regular size as Alia tongued it and put it down her throat. "Makes me thirsty ' let's see if we can get some more of that juice to flow." Alia got on her knees and began pumping uppercuts directly into Troi's crotch, sending drops of her pussy wetness flying and forcing "uhhh, uhhh, uhhh" noises from her as her entire tied-up body bounced up and down with the force of Alia's punches. Alia's gloves were dripping wet from the flowing juices from Troi's swelling clit, and her swollen pussy lips were a bright pink as Alia pounded deeply, often holding her glove on the wet opening after her punch contact and grinding with her also-wet leather. After a couple of minutes Troi was almost unconscious again from the pain, so Alia decided on a different mode of attack. "Let's see if I can beat you up from the inside now," she said as she moved her head close and began flicking her tongue across the exposed lips of Troi's battered pussy. Alia's tongue quickly hardened and became almost a machine, beating against Troi's clit hard and fast, her tongue a knockout winner in the sexual boxing match as Troi alternately screamed and moaned as orgasm after orgasm surged through her beaten but still aroused body. If only she'd been alert enough to enjoy it ' no woman in history had ever been tongued to such a pleasurable extent, and it was seemingly endless as Alia's tongue kept beating and beating away at Troi's pulsing insides. Eventually even Alia needed a rest, and she stood up and wiped her mouth with one of her gloves. "Break time," she said, "but I'll be back soon." The bell sounded on cue, and the ropes unwound around Troi's arms and legs and she plopped down on a stool that appeared just below her. Alia went to her corner as her stool also appeared, and she sat down and leaned heavily against the corner pad, breathing hard with fatigue and excitement. Troi was barely moving, and Alia figured she wouldn't be able to continue without help. Almost instantly, two cornermen appeared in white shirts with "Troi" written on their backs, and began working feverishly ' ice bags, massage, cut closing, smelling salts -- to help Troi recover. "I could use a little attention myself," Alia whispered, and that attention immediately appeared in the person of a young ensign who had accidentally stumbled across Troi's "Alia One" program once in the past and became a very interested spectator that day. Now, he was dressed in a black cornerman's shirt that matched Alia's trunks, and black thong briefs underneath. We'll save that for later, Alia thought ' right now I need another part of him. Instead of attending to cornerman duties, the ensign quickly kneeled in between Alia's legs, and as she slid forward on the stool he quickly ripped open the crotch of Alia's black trunks and started fingering the source of her now-radiating heat. Soon the fingers gave way to the ensign's mouth, as he eagerly and greedily munched down on Alia's hot mound as she laid back against the pad with her eyes closed. This had never been part of her program before, and she was determined to enjoy every second and every lick. Fortunately, the ensign was young and strong ' in fact, he was the ship's champion boxer ' not near Alia's level, of course, but not bad ' and his endurance came in handy as Alia began thrusting her hips to match his probes and eventually exploded with such force that it surprised even her. "Stick around," she told the ensign after she caught her breath. "I'll need you again later ' " The ensign eagerly toweled her off and wiped her gloves before slipping through the ropes, taking a seat at ringside to watch the spectacle until Alia ' now a goddess in his eyes, and one he would gladly serve in any way possible ' desired him again. Alia stood and looked across the ring. It had been several minutes, much longer than the normal between-rounds break, but since she controlled when the bell rang that didn't matter. She saw in the other corner a little of the miracle of medical technology which the Enterprise carried ' Troi was revived and alert. She still showed the evidence of Alia's beatdown ' in particular, her breasts were bright red where they weren't bruised ' but she was up and off her stool when Alia summoned the bell, and took a fighter's stance as she stepped near mid-ring. No one was happier about that than Alia. "Ready for some more, huh?," Alia said as she went back to the way she began the bout, jabbing at Troi's face and head and following with big rights that all found their mark. Troi bravely tried to fight back, but what few punches she was able to land had no effect. The entire round was another butchering, with Alia's fast hands rendering the work of Troi's cornermen useless in only minutes. Blood began flowing again from around Troi's eyes, and Alia's straight right hands to Troi's swollen tits caused gashes to form in the bruises and ugly maroon blood to pour out. She also boxed Troi's nipples so hard that milky fluid began to leak out and mix with the rivers of blood that began pouring down her gut and into her crotch. Troi was again leaning on the ropes, and Alia buried a right hand into Troi's now-jellyish gut and held it there as Troi doubled over. Alia then locked her gloves on the back of Troi's neck and held her head down while bringing her right knee up in a kickboxing knee strike directly into Troi's face. She could hear her nose break and felt blood spurt out on her leg as Troi collapsed in a heap. Alia called for the bell again and knew Troi needed more help in order to continue, so this time she went straight to the top of the ship's medical ladder. Beverly Crusher, the ship's doctor, materialized and began attending to Troi as she was stretched on the canvas. Alia decided she needed extra attention, too. When the stools reappeared in both corners, they now sported large black dildos that rose from the middle of the seat. With her trunks already ripped open from the last round break, Alia's white-hot pussy eagerly devoured the stiff rod as she sat down, and shortly Alia began riding her new toy with gusto as she pounded up and down on the seat, her moans loud enough to bounce off the walls. Beverly had helped Troi to her stool and forced her to sit down, the dildo impaling her sore mound cruelly while the doctor tended to her other injuries. Alia, temporarily satisfied after her stool ride but still clenching her clit around the rubber rod, watched the doctor from behind and noticed the way her medical scrubs clung to her ass when she bent over. Maybe have a little fun with her after I finish with the pudgy one, she thought, and there was an audible "pop" when she rose off the dildo and stood to ready herself for what would be the final round with Troi for the time being. Before she called for the bell, though, Alia dug into the bag of tricks she had from her real-life experiences from centuries ago. It only took one quick thought for her gloves to begin expanding, and she could feel the metal horseshoes taking their place under the leather and padding. The original Alia used that metal cruelly against her opponents, and the new Alia was about to do the same as she demanded the bell. Crusher had done her job, and Troi was back on her feet, patched up and actually looked refreshed as she stepped out to begin the round. Alia decided to have some fun, and when Troi opened with a jab and followed with a right cross Alia let them get through and connect with her chin. Alia appeared to be staggered and backed against the ropes, and Troi followed and began raining punches to Alia's body as Alia held her guard high. Perhaps for a second Troi actually thought she was doing damage and was focused on Alia's taut midsection, but she quickly realized that Alia had her gloves draped on the ropes, almost relaxing, and was laughing at her efforts. "Oh, I'm hurt," Alia mocked. "Your punches are soooo hard ' I don't know how much more I can take." Enough of this fun, Alia thought ' time for some REAL fun. Troi was still pounding at Alia's abs and her jaw was wide open when Alia swung her loaded right glove and crunched it into the side of Troi's jaw. She could hear the crack of the bone just before she heard Troi squeal in pain and stagger back, grabbing her jaw with both of her gloves. Alia followed her back to the middle of the ring and measured her before leaning over and launching a big uppercut that banged into her hip, cracking Troi's pelvis and sending her staggering into the ropes. She clutched the red velvet to stay upright and keep from falling on her injured hip, but Alia was right in front of her and threw a murderous left hook under the arm that was clutching the ropes. She heard the sound of ribs crackling, and pivoted for what she figured to be one final punch. Her right hand swiftly came over the top and caught Troi flush on the mouth, cracking her jawbone for a second time and sending several dislodged tooth implants flying out and onto the canvas. Troi's body was shortly behind as she fell in a heap next to the ropes. Beverly and Troi's corner crew were through the ropes quickly to attend to her. But as the corner crew pulled Troi back to her corner, Alia grabbed the doctor by the arm. "Let them take care of her, doc," Alia said. "You and I are going to have some fun now." Beverly was in marvelous shape, her body toned by hours of dance training and workouts, and boxing was part of her regular workout. But that was limited to punching the speed and heavy bags, and the self-defense training that was required of all StarFleet officers. Beverly was no fighter ' but the only bout Alia wanted from the doctor was a battle matching her tongue against Beverly's clit. But Alia had to soften the good doctor up and get her primed for that battle, so with one thought Troi and her handlers vanished, whisked away to sick bay to repair the beaten counselor. At the same time and on one whim from Alia, Beverly was just as quickly clad in pink gloves and pink boots ' and nothing else ' and standing in the middle of the ring. Alia, leaning on the pad and ropes in her own corner, took a minute to admire Beverly's fine, tall frame before she called for a bell, and shuffled out to mid-ring and assumed her fighting stance. "So you're Crusher," Alia said to the still-stunned doctor. "With a name like that, you ought to be able to fight a little. We'll see '" Beverly may have been unnerved before with everything that had happened in the last half-hour, but she was now frightened out of her wits by the fighting machine that was bouncing in front of her, stalking her, waiting. She took as close to a stance as she could, hoping her StarFleet training would kick in, but before she could do anything else Alia's lightning-fast left jab split her gloves and crunched her nose. That one punch put Beverly in retreat mode, and she quickly backed up until her back contacted the ropes. Not knowing how to defend against Alia's onslaught ' something talented and trained boxers couldn't do ' she covered up the best she could and awaited the inevitable. It didn't take Alia long to have the doctor reeling, with a couple of overhand rights and a big left uppercut mixed in between leaving her dazed. Alia then went to the body, working Beverly back into her own corner and pounding away until the doctor was being held up only by the corner ropes, her long legs widely spread. Alia moved her attack lower, punishing the doctor's shaved crotch with rapid uppercuts until her pussy lips were swollen and her juices coated Alia's gloves. Beverly had already passed out from the pain, but Alia had a "cure" for her unconscious state as she conjured up a stool and plopped the doctor onto the seat, sitting far forward with her luscious legs still splayed. Alia knelt between those legs. Beverly's bare mound was so different from Troi's, and Alia took her time in running her tongue up and down the full length of the bright-pink pussy lips before swirling it around the top. She sucked between those lips at the juice that was already drizzling out from her slit, and felt Beverly start to come around, her thighs alternately flexing and tensing. Alia was determined to consume her, to dominate the doctor with her sinuous tongue that she began whirling around like a drill, rubbing across every area and causing Beverly to shudder with arousal. That arousal hit a peak when Alia's tongue began its second sex-boxing match of the day, beating against Beverly's now-prominent clit on the way to another knockout victory. The doctor, now absorbing a different kind of pussy beating, let out a high-pitched scream with every "punch" as powerful and repeated orgasms made her entire body shake. Rivers of pleasure flowed deep from her loins as Alia continued to eat her ravishly, her lips and tongue leaving the doctor in a simultaneous state of agony and ecstasy. Eventually Beverly fainted from the repeated orgasms, and was sprawled limp on the stool and the ropes, her gloved hands resting on the canvas at her sides. "Not much fight in you," Alia said, as if the unconscious doctor could hear her. "That was still fun, but I'm so hot now I need a fight!" She tapped into the ship's computer, and saw that Troi was still being attended to in sick bay ' and wouldn't be ready to get back into the ring for at least another half-hour. Crusher was still passed out in the corner, and she wasn't much with the gloves anyway, so Alia dispatched her back to sick bay to help get Troi ready quicker. Her eyes then locked on the ensign, who had been watching the in-ring action intently ' a fact obvious by the huge erection he was sporting in his stretched-to-the-limit thong. "Your turn, sweet cheeks," Alia yelled. "Bring those fists and that big cock in here, and let's see if you're any good with either one of them." The ensign quickly jumped to the ring apron, the opportunity of his young life awaiting, and as he climbed through the ropes a pair of black gloves and a pair of black shoes materialized on him. The thong stayed ' Alia liked the way it stretched to cover his manhood, and delighted in the fact that she could make the male so hard just by her presence. "Let's go, big boy," Alia said as she raised her fists and took her stance ' and noticed that "big boy" was even bigger than she'd hoped. The ensign, no novice to the ring, quickly matched her and began circling, wary of the power she carried in each gloved hand. Alia was thrilled -- maybe this one would have a little bit more fight in him, she thought ' and quickly poked out a couple of jabs to gauge his abilities and quickness. The ensign blocked them both, but the force of the jabs pushed his gloves back into his own face. He took one step back and kept his guard high as Alia bounced a quick three-punch combination off the sides of his head. "You better at least try to hit me," she taunted, "or I'm going to hurt you even quicker." The ensign was still backing up and Alia stalked him, staying right in front until his back made contact with the ropes. With no place to escape, the ensign finally punched back, Alia blocking a left and right near her head but two of the male's punches getting through with hard uppercuts to each side of her abdomen ' and Alia felt a small thump as the punches landed. At least this one hits a little harder than the Troi one, she thought ' not nearly hard enough to cause her any actual discomfort, but at least she could feel it when he landed a punch, and that just added to her excitement ' knowing that she would soon be dominating an opponent with a higher level of ability. Alia bored in behind a blinding-fast uppercut that ripped through the ensign's gloves and sent his chin pointed toward the ceiling, and she quickly began using her fists to crush his taut ab muscles which were so much in contrast to Troi's flabby belly. With her head down and watching her blows dig into his body, she was surprised to see his cock poking out of his thong ' his erection having now stretched outside the material ' and pre-cum fluid beginning to seep out of the head of his shaft. Mmmmmm, Alia almost moaned aloud, as she contemplated an all-new kind of fun coming very soon. Her vicious body attack had taken most of the fight out of the ensign, who had at least punched Alia back for a short time before succumbing. He was now leaning heavily on the ropes, and a couple of Alia's hard hooks to his side drove him into a corner. "You need to stay right there," Alia said, and the top ring ropes obliged and wrapped around the ensign's arms, holding him upright and in place ' trapped in the corner. And Alia quickly took advantage, sticking the thumbs of her gloves inside both sides of the ensign's thong and tearing it off as his still-rigid member stood at attention. Alia went to her knees right in front of the tied-up ensign, and began lightly punching his cock with both hands, play-boxing, just to watch his member bounce around, and she again saw the pre-cum build on his tip. She used her tongue to clean that up and backed off for a moment to stare at his beefy manhood. This is what the human females have wet dreams about, she thought ' straight and thick, but with soft flesh covering the rock-hard interior and a mushroomy knob on top with another pearl of pre- cum popping out. The thoughts of the human females' pleasure roaring through her mind, Alia ran her lips up and down his length and tongued his now-sticky peak as the ensign's flow increased, before grabbing the base of his cock and slid him into her open mouth. Unable to control himself, the ensign quickly came ' way too quickly for Alia, who began wolfing her way up and down, swallowing him and giving him back, before settling in and letting her incredible throat muscles begin milking him in ways he'd obviously never experienced. Her oral talents well beyond his endurance, the ensign alternately moaned and screamed as Alia's muscles rapidly clinched and relaxed, coaxing orgasm after orgasm as he shot load after load into Alia's mouth. He could not hope to pump his hips to match the pace of her lusty fellatio ' it was like having a vibrator completely wrapped around his penis, such was the intensity ' so the ensign leaned back and held on as Alia began sucking out the last of his fluids and he poured into her one final time. Eventually his body and cock went limp, and Alia stood up and wiped her mouth with her gloves before standing in front of him, hands on hips, a conqueress looking down at the dominated male. "That all you got, sugar," she said as she put a glove under his chin and raised his face to hers. "I hope not, for your sake ' let me see if I can help you a little." Alia backed up a step, popped her glove thumbs under her black sports bra and lifted it over her head, exposing her muscled chest and perfect, tanned breasts. Her nipples, now exposed to the air, popped out like wine corks. The ensign, nearly revived by one glance, watched intently as Alia then put a thumb inside her waistband and ripped off what remained of her trunks, leaving her just like her ensign opponent in only gloves and boots. "See anything you like," she said, and was thrilled to see his penis begin responding and slowly hardening. She stepped back close, making sure to rub her breasts against his chest and her pussy against his cock which was now a probing rod, poking between her strong thighs. "Maybe you're still good for some more, after all," Alia said, and abruptly stepped back and slammed a series of uppercuts under his chin, the force of her blows getting harder and harder until his head flopped around with each punch. With the ensign's chin now resting on his chest, Alia kept the uppercuts coming and was now pounding his nose and eyes as blood began pouring down his chest. His eyes were quickly swollen almost shut, and when Alia picked up his chin with her left glove she saw his nose crushed and disfigured even before she slammed home one more straight right hand. Blood spurted in all directions. Since the ensign was still being held by the Alia-ordered corner ropes, he could not defend himself as she began beating his chest, the "thump, thump" echoing as Alia increased the power and watched his pectoral muscles give way and large bruises form. Gradually she punched lower and lower, and eventually dug a left hook right on the base of his rib cage that cracked three ribs with just the one punch. She kept pounding her gloves under his rib cage as he moaned in pain with every shot. Alia grabbed the ensign behind the neck with her left glove, her right hand becoming a piston as it pounded into his lower abs, which slowly gave way as her glove sunk deeper and deeper, nearly cracking the spine of her semi-conscious victim. The combination of her oral talents and vicious hands had left him defenseless, so Alia released the ropes and the ensign stood swaying against the corner pad, so worn down he could not lift his fists ' although his cock stood straight up. Alia still could, though, and there was time for one more punch as she Alia leaned over and sent a horrible uppercut under his member that crashed into his balls, sending the ensign into agony as he crashed to the canvas on his back. Alia stepped over him, straddling him with her hands back on her hips, enjoying the spectacle for a minute before going to her knees and pinning him down, her face only inches from his. His ribs and nuts may have been sore, but his eyes were clear and wide. "You've been wanting to fuck me ever since you got here," Alia hissed into his face. "Now you're going to get your wish." Alia moved up onto her knees and quickly lowered herself onto him, his extended member probing deep into her pussy and setting off treasure troves of ecstasy in her. Her hip thrusts pumped his member to its most aroused state, but before he could explode into her she again leaned over his body. "Never been muscle-fucked, have you?," she said. "You're going to love this'until you start screaming for me to stop." Alia's body didn't move an inch, but she slowly began to massage his cock with her vaginal muscles and was soon beating a steady rhythm into his shaft, clenching and loosening at a faster and faster rate. The longer she went, the harder the clenches were, milking him brutally and crushing him at the same time. To any outside observer, it appeared Alia wasn't moving a muscle, except the flicking of her tongue in mocking her opponent, but inside her muscles were heaping horrible abuse as the ensign screamed and begged for mercy. "Pllleeeeeease stop," he whimpered before screaming again. "Can't do that," she said calmly. "Don't worry ' they'll fix you up in sick bay, and we can come back and do this a lot more. And you will be coming back ' " The fear in his eyes sent Alia over the edge, and a snapping sound echoed out of her pussy as one last clinch cruelly crushed what was left of his cock. The ensign let out one more scream and passed out from the pain that wracked his body ' now especially between his legs. Alia stood up, and almost immediately Beverly Crusher appeared and went to tend to the unconscious male on the canvas. Beverly appeared recovered from her "bout" with Alia, but she wasn't the one Alia was looking for. "Is Troi ready yet," Alia asked/demanded as Beverly looked up at her, seeing her stunning full body for the first time. "Yes," Beverly hesitantly responded, "but I don't know how long we can keep this up ' getting a horrific beating, us putting her back together, doing it all over again. She's going to eventually wear out, and we're going to wear out, too." "You just keep them coming ' and you come back and visit, too," Alia laughed, and just as abruptly as she appeared, Beverly disappeared along with the ensign, the two of them back in sick bay. Only seconds later, Troi reappeared, and she looked good as new ' a brand new leotard ' this one a bright red ' encasing her pudgy body like a sausage, and no discernible bruises or other marks from their earlier bout. Alia looked refreshed, too. She had conjured up a new fighting outfit, clean and fresh, still in her trademark black, and her gloves were shiny and appeared brand-new ' no indentations ' those would soon appear when she began punching her next victim. A bell rang, and Alia and Troy shuffled to mid-ring, both of them in crisp fighting stances. "You remember what happened earlier, huh," Alia mocked at Troy. "I remember," Troi said, "and that's why I wanted to badly to come back. I needed badly to get back in here." Mmmmmm, Alia almost moaned aloud ' my fun is never going to stop, and just the thought of what was about to happen all over again left her moist and shuddering.