Troi's Story ' The Sequel
By Steely Dan, steelydan1923@yahoo.com
The continuing science fiction-boxing story of Troi, Alia and the Enterprise. 

(This is a sequel to "Troi's Story,' so read that first to understand the characters. It would also help to 
read the "Alia vs. Anna" series to understand Alia's character.) 
 
Things couldn't be much better on the Enterprise for "Alia One." 
She was able to satisfy her fighting desires at any time and against anyone on the ship ' anyone who 
she desired. She had already proven that she was the ship's best boxer by far, even when she didn't use 
the built-in advantages that her ever-expanding program provided her. 
She was able to fulfill her sexual needs, now that she had grown from a hologram program to a self-
aware entity. This was still relatively new to her since she'd never had an erotic experience before that 
wonderful day when the Enterprise flew through the plasma field and forever changed her 
programming. If you could still call it programming, that is ' it was probably closer to the creation of a 
life form. 
And she could control and manipulate anyone and anything on the entire ship, now that she had full 
control of the hologram. That was the biggest key of all, because even if she had the fighting abilities 
and the sexual cravings, they wouldn't have done her any good without a never-ending series of 
partners that were instantly available by only her thought. 
All Alia had to do was think about Deanna Troi in the ring, and the large-sized ship counselor would 
appear there, gloved up and ready to go. One idle thought of any of the young male ensigns on board 
pleasuring her, and there they would be, tongues and cocks hard and ready for whatever action Alia 
desired and demanded ' and she was becoming more and more creative with her eroticism constantly 
growing. 
Through the hologram, she could in essence control the ship ' she would give a command, and if the 
officer or crewman did not comply, they faced one of two fates. Alia would either force them to step 
into the ring with her in her program, which would insure them a horrific beating and a likely sexual 
domination ' or she would deposit them into another program from which they may not escape alive. 
Even Alia's beatings and rapings were better than not surviving. 
Needless to say, Alia had the ship figuratively wrapped around one of her black bout gloves, and she was 
enjoying every minute of it. 
Of course, the crew member she still most enjoyed abusing was Troi, and the rest of the ship could wait 
its turn. Today, she was in the mood to box the dark-haired counselor, and she had at least one new 
trick that her body ached to try out against Troi's ample body. 
The thought of it was enough to get her nipples hard and soak the front of her tight dark trunks. 
 
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Controlling the Enterprise was fun, but Alia always had more fun when she was in the ring beating and 
dominating some helpless opponent. Her favorite opponent to torment, of course, was Troi, since the 
ship counselor kept coming back for more abuse ' she needed that, and Alia needed someone to heap 
the abuse on. It was a perfect match. 
And Alia needed one of those matches right now. She'd been ordering the rest of the ship around for a 
while, and now it was time to turn herself on and get herself off at the same time as she quickly headed 
for the part of the holodeck where she now kept the boxing ring available at all times. 
"Troi, time to take a beating," she thought, and almost magically the counselor appeared in the ring 
wearing her white spandex fighting togs as normal. But it took only one look to realize that Troi hadn't 
been expecting such a quick summons to the ring. 
She had only seconds earlier been in 10 Forward, the ship's dining and social area, gorging herself on her 
fifth hot fudge sundae. It wasn't like she didn't have food binges ' even the magic of that Starfleet outfit 
could only cover so much ' but a quick 6000-calorie intake was high even for her. She had been 
depressed about what had happened to the ship since her "Alia One" program became self-sustaining, 
and she blamed herself ' as did many others on the ship ' for the plight of the Enterprise and her crew. 
Chocolate usually helped with her depression, and perhaps it was ' before she was instantly 
transported from 10 Forward to the holodeck ring. She still had chocolate on her lips, and her belly 
poked out and strained against the spandex. Her boxing outfit didn't have the uniform's technology and 
could not cover up her bulbous body, especially now that her stomach was stuffed with cold ice cream 
and warm chocolate syrup. 
But nevertheless, there she was, standing in her regular corner, her white boots and white gloves 
magically laced up. Doctor Beverly Crusher was standing next to her, her statuesque body a sharp 
contrast to the roundness of the counselor, and the ship doctor suddenly was wearing nothing but a 
thong bikini bottom and a cornerman's satin jacket with "TROI" spelled out on the back. 
Bringing the doctor whenever Alia summoned Troi had become standard procedure, since it sped up the 
process of getting the counselor patched up and ready to go again. But Alia wanted Crusher there for 
more than her medical prowess ' she wanted to watch her move around in the corner, and she also had 
plans for her after Troi was dispatched. 
Alia watched Troi and Crusher fidget in the ring before climbing in herself. Now that she was under 
control of her program, she could reverse the entrance order and climb through the ropes when she was 
ready. And today, she was more than ready ' if Troi had been able to land a punch to Alia's crotch, 
pussy juice would have flown in all directions.  
"You ready to take me out," Alia yelled across the ring in a mocking tone as she banged her gloves 
together, loud enough to echo around the holodeck arena. But Troi didn't respond. She was trying to get 
loosened up and rubbing the chocolate off her lips at the same time when the bell rang for Round 1, and 
Alia almost jumped out of her corner ' wanting to get the action started as quickly as possible. 
Almost catlike, Alia circled the pudgy counselor, her guard up and ready, waiting for Troi to make the 
first move. She soon did, poking out a jab that was so slow that Alia's glove was there to meet it even 
before the counselor's leather came close to its target. 
Alia then snapped off two quick left jabs of her own, both splitting Troi's gloves, and followed by 
doubling up with hooks to the body, digging her black gloves deep into Troi's body and almost leaving an 
imprint on her stretched-hard white leotard. 
"Come on '. Come on '. Hit me, fight me," Alia taunted the counselor. "If you don't try to fight me, I'm 
going to fuck you up bad, so you better start fighting." 
Since Troi was unable to block Alia's punches, such was her hand speed, the counselor was a wide-open 
target for as many left hands as Alia wanted to throw. And she threw them in bunches, peppering Troi's 
face with jabs and occasionally going low and loading up a hook that pounded just below Troi's sagging 
boob. Alia was content to soften the counselor up with her one-hand attack ' she knew she had plenty 
of time. 
At this point Troi was at least trying to respond to Alia's attack, but was no more than two steps from 
her own corner when Alia, wasting no time, delivered a straight right hand to the counselor's face that 
hit like a ton of bricks. Troi's head and shoulders were snapped backwards, and her breasts seemed to 
float in mid-air until Alia followed with another left hook just above the belt that sunk deep into Troi's 
protruding gut. 
With just those two punches, Troi was pushed back hard into her own corner, her back slamming into 
the corner pad and causing the ring ropes to shake all around. Alia successfully pinned her there and 
began raining punches, with Troi's defense always a second too late. A straight right hand landed square 
on Troi's nose, flattening it and causing blood to spurt out both nostrils. 
"Oh, gawwwwd," Troi wailed as she tried to grab Alia's arms and clinch in the corner. But Alia was 
having nothing to do with that, sending a quick left-right into Troi's gut when she raised her arms to 
clinch. The blows forced a deep "uuuunnnnhhhh" and robbed Troi of all her air, and she began to gasp 
and try to get oxygen back into her lungs. 
Alia backed off for a second, and decided it was time to use one of her favorite tactics ' one she had 
used to much effectiveness during her 20th and 21st-century background. Except this time, instead of 
having to put the metal weights inside her still-shiny gloves before she started, all she had to do was 
think about the weapons and they would magically appear. 
That she did, and she could feel the brass form inside her gloves and feel the gloves tighten with the 
addition of the metal inside layer. Her hands were instantly even greater weapons than before, and the 
thought stirred Alia's loins ' helping prepare her for the new surprise she would soon be springing on 
the counselor. 
When Troi opened her mouth to gulp in air, Alia hit her with a bone-crushing uppercut to the jaw and 
punches to both sides of her face. The weighted gloves were having their desired effect, as each punch 
dislodged a tooth and sent it flying across the ring, landing with a bloody splat on the canvas. 
Troi had been in this situation before, but even with that she could not believe the power and speed of 
Alia's punches. She was receiving a terrible beating from someone she outweighed by so many pounds, 
and those punches felt like someone was hitting her with a barbell. She was trying to fight back, but her 
hands were too slow and kept missing their mark, and every time she would miss she paid a huge price 
as Alia's quick counterpunches left her dazed and dizzy. 
Alia was a silent assassin, never changing her expression as she got off first on each exchange, leaning in 
to hammer home straight lefts and leaning back to clip across with a right hook with her heavy-weight 
gloves. Her black gloves were already sticky with Troi's blood, and the weighted gloves were raising huge 
bruises and welts across her face.  
It has been way too long, Alia thought, since she'd had this kind of exhilaration. She thrived on dishing 
out this kind of beating, of dominating her opponent, and the more she put her gloved fists to work the 
more excited she got. She felt that growing warmth in the pit of her stomach and the warmth between 
her legs, knowing that if she put her glove thumb inside her black trunks she would feel the wetness 
starting to build. 
This is the round to mess up her face, Alia thought ' I'll save her body for later. 
Alia was using one hand to swat away Troi's attempts to guard her rapidly-swelling face, and her other 
hand pounded unimpeded and rapid-fire into her eye sockets, nose and mouth. Her eyes were already 
swelling and would soon be shut, and her nose continued to gush blood that ran down through her 
ample cleavage and soaked her top, turning the white into a dark crimson. 
Troi's arms were starting to slide down as her whole body began to slump when the bell sounded to end 
Round 1, and just before she collapsed Alia conjured up stools in each corner that Troi sat on heavily. 
Alia went to her own corner, sat and draped her arms on the middle ropes ' she had thrown so many 
punches that her arms were burning, part of the realism that had been built into her program and that 
she'd kept in her "reboot." She loved the feeling, especially since she could look across the ring and see 
the damage those arms had done. 
Troi was a mess already, and Crusher was hard at work putting the counselor back together. Just 
watching the doctor ' her sleek legs and ass pointed directly at Alia from under her short cornerman's 
shirt ' and seeing the damage she had done to Troi in only those first three minutes were enough to dial 
Alia's excitement even higher. She quickly called on another favorite trick, and her famed dildo stool 
instantly replaced the basic wooden one ' the large black dildo pointing straight up from the seat. This 
time, though, the dildo was just in her corner ' Alia had other plans for Troi's pussy, and she planned to 
enjoy every inch of the counselor's crotch very soon. 
Alia began rubbing her crotch against the hard rubber, feeling her now-white-hot pussy pressing hard 
against the cock with only the thin black satin of her trunks in between the two. And that satin didn't 
last long, as Alia stuck her glove thumbs inside her thighs and jerked outward, ripping the trunks wide 
open. 
Almost instantly, her wet pussy devoured the stiff rod as she slowly started to move her body up and 
down, and shortly Alia began riding her fuck toy with gusto as she pounded up and down on the seat, 
her moans loud enough to make the doctor turn from her patient and look across the ring, almost 
transfixed with watching and trying not to show her own excitement ' even though her own nipples 
were hard as corks. 
So what if the break between rounds took longer than a minute? Alia was controlling the timer, anyway, 
and her pussy was having too much fun grinding down on the enhanced stool. Troi and the doctor 
needed the extra time, especially when Crusher pulled down Troi's stained white top and saw the 
counselor lactating heavily, milk almost pouring out of her battered nipples. Must have been the 
chocolate, she thought, and felt she needed to do something else. 
While the other cornermen continued to work on Troi, Crusher pulled open one side of her cornerman's 
shirt and pushed one breast and its rock-hard nipple against the counselor's beaten face. Troi began 
hungrily nursing, sucking at the doctor's perky breast and swallowing her milk to calm her body and try 
to mask the pain. 
Alia was blocked from seeing this by the doctor's lithe body, but in her mind's eye (another ability she 
had developed ' the power to see any part of the holodeck even if her sight lines were physically 
blocked) she had a close-up view of Troi sucking hard and heavy on the doctor's bosom. 
That view excited Alia even more, and she quickly orgasmed hard, her juices soaking the dildo, the stool 
and her ripped trunks. She reached her glove thumbs down and rubbed against herself before bringing 
the thumbs to her mouth, where she took her turn sucking hard. The taste was intoxicating, and Alia 
decided that even though it was only Round 2, she couldn't wait to open her new bag of tricks. 
Alia regrouped herself and stood up from the stool, releasing the black dildo from the clamps that were 
her incredible pussy muscles. She started bouncing in her corner, staying loose, punching the air with 
her arms, her ripped-open trunks allowing the cool air to flow next to her hot mound. Glad they're 
ripped open, she thought, since it'll make the next round a lot easier. 
With one thought, the timer sounded, "DING, DING," and Troi got to her feet and raised her gloves in a 
defensive stance before stepping out of her corner. The doctor and her crew had done an admirable job 
of patching her back together and getting her ready for Round 2 ' the counselor was up on her toes and 
was actually flicking a couple of jabs in Alia's direction. 
That lasted only as long as it took for Alia to block one of those jabs, pivot and land a big hook to Troi's 
left side that almost made her fold in half. A follow-up left-right combination that boxed both of Troi's 
ears brought her hands back up, opening her entire body to the destructive force of Alia's enhanced 
blows. 
Alia pushed Troi's big body back against the ropes, and looked like a fighting engine as her punches 
pistoned into the counselor's gut. Her punches would have been more than enough to incapacitate a 
boxer with even strong, tight abs, but with Troi's soft paunch they tore deep into her rib cavity over and 
over, and huge bruises and welts began appearing across her body ' showing that Alia was starting to do 
internal damage. 
Troi tried to go to the canvas to avoid more punishment, but Alia caught her on the way down and hung 
her flabby arms over the ropes to keep her upright, and her thoughts made the ropes hold her in place. 
She then began plowing her gloves and forearms against Troi's heaving breasts, punching them back and 
forth as Troi screamed in pain. 
Alia continued to cycle between Troi's tits, which were rapidly swelling past their normal plus size, and 
Alia's back and shoulder muscles stood out and hardened up and her finely-tuned buns began vibrating 
with the effort of swinging her arms against Troi's milk sacs. 
Alia could have punched anywhere and done damage, but she was completely satisfied with humbling 
and dominating Troi's rack. Besides, the effects of watching Troi's breasts bounce around added to her 
own excitement. Her pussy was starting to come alive again as what was left of the fabric covering Troi's 
upper body fell in a blood-soaked heap to the canvas. 
Troi's puffed-up boobs jumped and bounced around, flattening on impact and rebounding back like 
water-filled balloons, as Alia continued an unprecedented breast mauling. Those tits began leaking hot 
milk, and the white cream mixed with the flowing blood and cascaded down Troi's body and flowed 
between her legs. 
Alia watched that flow closely as it coated Troi's pussy, and decided it was now time for some new fun. 
She had realized that, along with controlling other things in the holodeck, she could also change her own 
body, manipulate it to suit her needs and to fulfill her fantasies. And one was about to be fulfilled ' she 
wanted to experience the feeling that until now had been reserved for the males she had encountered. 
Alia reached down with her right glove and started rubbing her own crotch rapidly, and as Troi's corner 
watched in shock a bulge started to push out against her ripped trunks. The bulge grew bigger by the 
second, eventually poking out past the trunks and bringing a gasp from the onlookers. 
Alia's crotch now sported a huge cock, thick and long, one that would have been a source of pride for 
any male. And as Alia continued to stroke her new equipment with her glove, it hardened to the point 
that it was aiming straight up and rubbing against the white waistband of her shredded trunks. 
She quickly walked over to where Troi was being held by the ropes, and used the thumbs of her gloves 
to rip off the remaining stained white leotard that was covering the counselor's ample hips and ass. 
With her entire body now naked except for gloves and boots, Troi was there for Alia's taking ' and she 
wanted to take her in an all-new way. 
She pressed up against the counselor, whose legs were spread as she hung on the ropes, and rammed 
her new and rock-hard cock hard up into Troi's pussy ' and felt a new wave of erotic pleasures she had 
not known before. Troi's punch-ravaged body still had enough sensual feelings to react to a cock ' 
especially one thicker and harder than any she'd felt from the Enterprise crew, especially that cocky 
Riker ' and her hips began thrusting against Alia's member. 
Alia quickly matched those thrusts, and before long was using her talents to ram her new tool into Troi 
at superhuman speed. Troi's mind may have been almost out cold, but her body reacted impulsively and 
reached orgasm almost instantly, and that feeling quickly had a similar effect on Alia as she felt hot cum 
shooting out of her cock and deep into Troi's pussy. 
The feeling was so intense that Alia's body grew weak and her knees buckled. Had there been a fully-
functional fighter in the ring with her at that moment, Alia would have been susceptible to an 
opponent's attack for the first time since her program came on line, and her reign over the Enterprise 
might have come to an end against someone's fists. 
But no such challenger was available, and Troi was in no condition to do anything but hang on the ropes, 
her body ravaged both by Alia's gloves and her cock. Eventually Alia began to recover and called for the 
bell, and her member dangled as she walked to her corner at the "DING, DING" sound. 
She sat down heavily on the regular stool that had again appeared and watched the doctor and the 
corner crew drag Troi back to her corner ' except that Crusher kept looking at the new prize between 
Alia's legs. Alia had recovered enough to tease the doctor, and began pumping her member with her 
glove again and quickly brought it back to gargantuan proportions. Crusher only stared as Alia laughed. 
Finally the doctor returned to her needy patient sprawled on her stool, and Alia rested in her corner. Her 
body was tired from its new efforts, and as she drew in deep breaths her body also returned to its 
natural state. Once again the break between rounds was much longer than the standard one minute, 
but both fighters needed the extended break, and by the time Troi's corner crew had her somewhat 
ready to return to battle Alia was back to her normal self. But instead of conjuring up another pair, she 
decided to keep the torn trunks ' she wanted unencumbered access to her crotch for some more fun 
with the counselor. 
When Alia stood and called for the bell, she looked across the ring and saw that Troi's crew had again 
done yeoman work. She was still battered and showed effects of a beating, but the cornermen had 
cleaned her up, using wet sponges to almost wash her down, and the dampness of her rotund body 
glistened under the ring lights. That appearance gave Alia a fresh charge, and she danced out of her 
corner, gloves held high and ready to abuse her opponent even more. 
When she got close, Alia couldn't help but taunt Troi. "How'd that feel," she said, referring to the fucking 
she'd delivered in the last round. "I think we'll work on that pussy a little more." 
With that, Alia swung her right glove low and pounded an uppercut directly between Troi's legs, and felt 
the counselor shudder with new-found pain as she again backed into the ropes. Alia flicked out enough 
jabs into Troi's face to make Troi keep her guard high, and that insured her crotch remained open and 
unprotected as Alia began a two-fisted assault of uppercuts into Troi's sex box. 
It wasn't long before Alia called for the ropes to hold the counselor up, and over and over her gloved 
fists pounded Troi's mound, one that was becoming wet all over again and began emitting a "squish, 
squish" sound every time one of Alia's gloves hammered home. It didn't take long for Troi's pussy lips to 
thicken and turn beet-red as they were beaten into a swollen wreck by Alia's fists. 
Troi's screams were quickly silenced as she passed out from the pain, and Alia loosened the ropes' hold 
as the counselor collapsed out cold on the canvas. It was obvious that Troi could not continue despite 
her corner's best efforts, and Alia quickly dispatched Troi, the doctor and her corner crew back to sick 
bay to speed up her treatment and her return. 
Alia was still riding a high from the bout, and quickly scanned her holodeck files for a new challenge, and 
she found one ' one she'd been saving for a special occasion. As hot as she was at this moment, now 
was the time. 
"Get Janeway in here," she yelled, and almost instantly the holodeck obliged. 
 
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Kathryn Janeway was still a rarity even in the enlightened world of Starfleet ' a female captain who had 
the complete respect of her entire crew and from almost every other starship captain. Her abilities both 
in running a ship and in battle situations also made her an officer respected even among the elite 
Starfleet leaders. 
She feared nothing when it came to battle, whether it required the technology and weaponry of the 
Enterprise or it required her to face off with an opponent in individual combat. She was skilled in most 
martial arts and kept herself in superb shape with regular workouts ' her own holodeck programs were 
known for their intensity. 
But she knew that squaring off with the "Alia" program would be one of the toughest battles of her 
career. She'd looked at the holodeck tapes of Troi's program, and had seen the beatings that Alia had 
given the overmatched counselor and the doctor. 
What worried her more was the ease that Alia took her male ensign apart. She knew the ensign was a 
standout boxer ' she'd been in the ring with him on a couple of occasions. She remembered one vividly, 
a bout in the privacy of the holodeck ' their punches and clinches continuing until she realized the 
ensign's cock was roaring hard and her pussy was soaking wet. 
Janeway's mind was starting to drift to what came next when, suddenly, she felt herself being tugged 
into some type of invisible vortex. The next thing she knew, she was in the holodeck, and she recognized 
the surroundings as those she was only moments ago watching on tape. There was the ring, spotlighted 
with the rest of the arena dark, and she was standing in an aisle leading down toward the ring. 
Her captain's uniform had been replaced by boxing togs ' red trunks with white trim, matching sports 
bra and shoes, and perfectly-fitted and taped red gloves on her fists, all of that nearly matching her 
short red hair. The trunks and top were both snug and form-fitting, with the trunks cut short. Had she 
not been the captain, she would have been the object of many male desires on the Enterprise ' and 
probably was, anyway. 
Alia was already in the ring, and she admired Janeway's body as the captain walked toward the ring and 
climbed through the ropes. Hers was such a contrast to the pudgy counselor ' and even to the tall, lithe 
doctor's body. No, Janeway reminded Alia a little of herself ' and the thought of being in a more 
competitive boxing match started Alia's loins churning and brought a smile to her face. 
"Ahh, the boss lady herself," Alia said as she stood and cut a stunning figure at mid-ring, her brand-new 
black gloves on her hips. "I've been soooooo looking forward to this ' for us to decide which one of us is 
really the most powerful woman on this ship." 
Janeway didn't say anything as she slipped through the ropes and took in her surroundings. Over the 
past week, she had worked almost constantly to find a way to use the Enterprise's technology to stop 
Alia's program, but all those efforts had failed. She figured the time would come where she would have 
to literally take things into her own hands ' or fists and gloves, in this case. 
She also had one more plan, but it would take time, and time is something the Enterprise didn't have to 
waste. Getting into the ring with Alia was the best chance to retake her ship right now. 
Janeway walked slowly toward mid-ring and stood in front of Alia, matching her gloves-on-hips stance. 
"Looking good, Captain," Alia said in between a wicked smile. "You at least look like you can put up a 
little bit of a fight. I might have to stretch this out for a while ' keep that body close by and have a little 
fun with it." 
"The terms," Janeway sternly replied. "If I win, you give up control of the ship." 
"And when I win?" Alia shot back. 
"I become your regular opponent," Janeway said. "I think you'll find I can give you a lot more ' 
excitement in here than the counselor." 
"Deal," Alia said. "I was starting to get tired of Troi's body anyway. Yours will be a lot more fun to play 
with." 
As Alia spoke, she raised one glove and lightly ran it across Janeway's breasts. The captain quickly 
swatted Alia's glove away with her own, and Alia almost cackled with delight. 
"Ohhhhh, and spirited, too," Alia said. "This is going to be so much fun." 
Alia danced backwards to her corner, never turning her back on the captain, while Janeway turned 
around and walked to her corner. She turned back toward the ring at the warning buzzer, and watched 
Alia bouncing, shadow boxing, ready to pounce at the sound of the bell. Maybe it was the look on Alia's 
face, but the captain felt a twinge of doubt in her gut just before '. 
"DING, DING!" 
Alia bounced out at the bell, almost trapping Janeway in her own corner as the captain came out 
cautiously, and swung a big overhand right that Janeway ducked under before moving out to mid-ring. 
Alia almost lost her balance with the force of the punch, before spinning around and seeing Janeway 
waiting for her. 
"Ah, cute and quick," Alia said. "Now let's see if you can hit, too." 
Alia was more under control now, setting herself in front of the captain and pistoning out a couple of 
jabs at Janeway's head which were blocked. After the second, Janeway countered with a right hand, but 
she was no match for Alia's quickness and the punch caught nothing but air ' and Janeway paid for her 
miss when Alia's left hook crashed hard into her cheek and sent her staggering. 
Janeway had rarely been hit so hard, especially by another female and especially by a gloved fist, but she 
quickly shook off the blow and set her stance again near the ropes as Alia eyed her and slowly edged 
forward. The two exchanged jabs, feeling each other out and each intently watching her opponent, 
before Alia tried another overhand right. Again Janeway ducked and avoided the big blow, but this time 
instead of moving away the captain shifted inside and pounded a quick and hard left-right on Alia's 
waistband ' and as Alia's elbows tucked into her body, Janeway's follow-up left hook crashed hard into 
Alia's right tit. 
"Oooowwwww," Alia grimaced from both the pain she felt and the shock. Janeway's body shots had 
jolted her ' it was the hardest she'd been hit since her program had been created, much harder than 
Troi's punches and even harder than the male ensign she'd toyed with. Either of the punches would 
have had regular human fighters on the canvas writing in pain. But the tit shot had HURT ' it was the 
first time she'd realized the extent of realism written into her program, and the extent that pain was 
part of it. 
She cupped her right breast in her glove and looked at Janeway, who had stepped back after that hook 
and was again in a tight defensive stance, her red gloves high. After a couple of seconds, Alia smiled, the 
pain beginning to subside. 
"OK, captain, so you want to fight," Alia said. "I'm going to make you sorry for that last one." 
"If you think you can, bring it on," Janeway said. "I think you're just an overrated holodeck program ' 
feeding off others' fears. I'm not afraid of you." 
"You will be when I'm through with you," Alia said as she stepped forward, her hands down low, almost 
daring Janeway to take another shot at her. 
The captain didn't bite, and spent most of the next minute covering up as Alia went to work doing what 
she did best ' wearing down her opponents. Janeway was good, and was able to block most of Alia's 
shots, but as the first round went along more and more were getting through and the captain's top was 
already drenched with sweat. 
Alia's hand speed allowed her to get off first in every exchange, and Janeway's punches were becoming 
less and less frequent before late in the round Alia split the captain's gloves with a lightning-fast left jab 
and followed with a right cross that clipped Janeway's chin and knocked her back into the corner pad. 
Alia quickly trapped the captain there and pounded home a body attack that Janeway struggled to block 
with her arms. A big left hook dug under the captain's ribs and drew a loud "ooooffff" as Janeway 
lurched forward and grabbed Alia, pinning her arms against Alia's struggles until the bell sounded. 
Before Janeway could let go and head to her corner, Alia grabbed her and kept the clinch, their two 
stunning bodies rubbing hard against each other and Alia enjoying the contact. 
"Come on back soon, captain," she said. "I'm just starting to get warmed up, and I'm not just talking 
about my gloves." 
The two finally broke, Alia almost laughing as she walked backwards to her corner, where she stood 
during the break watching Janeway's corner crew ' headed up by Beverly Crusher. Alia enjoyed looking 
at the doctor's tight and shapely ass as she stood in front of her fighter, and looking past her at 
Janeway's sweat-covered body. The views began making her loins tremble slightly, since she knew the 
excitement that lay ahead after she broke the captain's body and spirit. 
When the bell sounded for Round 2, Janeway was off her stool quickly and again set in a solid stance. 
And as Alia stepped forward to meet her, the captain popped off a couple of solid jabs, one pushing 
Alia's glove back into her face and one that was followed by a sweeping right hand that bounced off 
Alia's jaw and made her head swivel before Janeway quickly stepped back and bounced on her toes. 
Unhhhh ' Alia had to shake her head for a moment, and thought to herself that Janeway was indeed a 
game one. On one level, Alia enjoyed what was certainly the best test of her abilities she would find on 
the entire Enterprise. But at her gut level, she knew that her eventual defeat and domination of the 
captain would bring her to all new heights of pleasure. 
The thoughts stirred her body again, and Alia began slowly and methodically outboxing the captain at 
every move and every exchange. She could feel the hopes of Janeway, her corner crew and the 
crewmen she'd allowed to enter the program to watch fading away each time one of her punches 
thudded the captain's head or pummeled her strong but rapidly-reddening body. 
"Having fun yet, cap?" Alia taunted Janeway late in the round, and before the captain could respond 
Alia's quick fists sent a one-two to Janeway's chin. As she covered up, Alia's uppercut sliced between the 
captain's gloves and landed squarely under the chin, sending Janeway down on her butt at mid-ring. 
She was still there, although starting to crawl up, when the bell sounded, and Alia only smiled before 
turning back to her own corner and sitting down on the stool she'd called for. 
While Alia rolled her neck and swung her still-shiny gloves to stay loose, she watched in the corner as 
Janeway's aides used ice, cold water, smelling salts, whatever they had to get the captain ready for 
another round. 
Again, Janeway put up a good front as she stood at the Round 3 bell, but Alia could tell that the captain 
was already struggling. Enough of this fun, she thought ' time to really start doing some damage. 
Alia started flicking out hard jabs, and the ones that didn't push Janeway's gloves back into her own face 
pounded through and landed on her nose, eyes and forehead. Slowly it became a steady monotone, the 
"thap, thap, thap" sound of Alia's gloves punishing Janeway's face bounced off the arena walls, as Alia's 
fists pistoned out over and over. 
Janeway's face was beet-red, both eyes puffy and her nose and lips both showing drops of blood before 
the third round was halfway over. And almost as if a timer had gone off halfway through the round, Alia 
shifted her attack from the captain's head to her body, and began ripping rapid-fire shots. Some were 
down low, pummeling her waist band and up into her abs, but just as many were higher, especially after 
Alia used her glove thumbs to rip the red fabric that encased Janeway's breasts. She began punching and 
punishing those tits, straight shots that mashed the captain's breasts and hooks that battered them 
from the sides. 
The captain did her best to cover up, tucking her elbows in tight on her body and shielding her chest the 
best she could, but the beating Alia inflicted on her face and head had taken a toll and Janeway's 
defenses were too slow to pick off Alia's heavy hands. 
Over and over, Alia's gloves drilled into Janeway's body, which quickly began to change color to bright 
red and soon to purple from the bruising. Alia could feel the air being beaten out of the captain's body, 
and she became more excited with every loud "unhhhh" that flew from Janeway's bleeding mouth. Alia 
liked the head shots, but breaking her opponent's body with her fists gave her an even more primal 
feeling. 
The captain leaned heavily on the ropes, the only thing keeping her from going to the canvas, as Alia 
continued to pound her gut and wreck her abs. Janeway's arms and gloves were still high, but they were 
also spread apart, almost at her sides, giving Alia free access to pummel her body. And near the end of 
Round 3, those arms were limp at her sides and the proud captain's head was down, almost out on her 
feet as her tongue languished out of her bloody and swollen lips. Drool mixed with blood was rolling out 
of her mouth and down her battered chest. 
Alia paused for a moment, watching Janeway totter on the ropes and admiring her handiwork, before 
cocking her right hand and drilling the captain with a brutal shot across the jaw. She and everyone at 
ringside heard bones pop as Janeway crumpled to the canvas, tangled in the ropes as the bell rang. 
Alia stood over the captain for a moment before Janeway's corner crew bolted into the ring. As she 
watched the battered body being dragged back to the other corner, Alia felt the rush that she now came 
to expect ' a combination of adrenaline and sexual arousal ' whenever she had an opponent completely 
under her control. 
As Alia sat down, she used her glove to rub across the crotch of her tight black trunks, and felt her 
excitement begin to grow as the wetness built in her pussy. Ohhhh, this was going to be good, she 
thought ' punishing the best fighter on the Enterprise was a good thing, but the domination she was 
about to unleash ' that was going to be even better. 
Janeway's corner crew was still frantically trying to revive their beaten fighter when the Round 4 bell 
rang, but the captain still came to her feet and raised her gloves to try to shield her head. She is much 
stronger than the others, Alia thought, and that would only make what was about to happen more 
arousing. 
Janeway's broken jaw was bulging out and she held her gloves tight there to try to cushion any blows, so 
Alia shot her jabs and crosses above the defending gloves and pounded away at Janeway's already-
swollen eyes. Over and over, almost like working a speed bag, Alia used those eyes as a target until they 
were hugely swollen, little more than slits that trapped the blood oozing out of the swollen skin. 
It didn't take long for her eyes to be grotesquely swollen, almost matching her jaw as the captain reeled 
against the ropes, her arms lifeless at her sides and drool now streaming out of her crushed jaw and 
leaving wet streaks on her naked and bruised breasts. 
Maybe that drool reminded Alia of another target, as she began pummeling those breasts that she'd 
already bruised so much one round earlier. Shots from below caused Janeway to scream in pain, and 
chopping punches from above ripped the skin around her nipples and brought a new flow of blood. 
More body shots followed, Alia's uppercuts pounding under Janeway's rib cage, and she saw blood flying 
from the captain's mouth each time she hammered another body punch home. It didn't take long for 
Janeway to sink to her knees, her body barely moving, and she would have crumpled to the canvas 
completely had Alia not grabbed her head and held her against the ropes. 
Quickly Alia pushed her body against Janeway, the captain's head firmly into Alia's crotch, as the 
reigning champion began moving Janeway's head back and forth across the front of her trunks. Alia felt 
an instant arousal and quickly tore off her black trunks before pressing Janeway's face into her now-wet 
pussy. 
Alia was so aroused that she forgot to control the round timer, and the bell to end Round 4 interrupted 
her bliss. 
Her frustration was only momentary, though, since while Janeway's crew came to rescue her again, Alia 
quickly walked back to her corner and used her thoughts to bring back a favorite piece of equipment. 
Instantly, a stool appeared in her corner, the one with the large black rubber dildo sticking straight up, 
and Alia straddled the stool, her white-hot pussy almost hungrily devouring the dildo and causing her to 
moan loudly with pleasure. 
The far-corner crew that was working on Janeway couldn't help but turn and watch when they heard 
those moans, and they saw Alia start moving her hips up and down, beginning to ride the hard dildo. 
Alia then quickly came up in a crouch, and as the shocked corner crew watched, Alia's incredible pussy 
muscles began making the dildo and the stool rise and fall, bringing the dildo in and out of her pussy 
almost like a yo-yo as the stool rapidly rose and fell. 
No one had ever seen a fuck like that, and the crew was mesmerized ' except for Janeway, who was 
barely conscious. Fortunately for her, the break in between rounds stretched on and on as Alia satisfied 
herself repeatedly before sitting down hard on the stool for one last thrust. Even Alia needed a break 
after that, and while she sat on the stool ' the rubber dick still rubbing against her soaked snatch ' and 
before she rested her arms on the ropes, she deftly pulled her black top over her head and cast it aside. 
That left her wearing only gloves and boots, the rest of her stunning body covered with only a sheen of 
sweat that heightened even her off-the-chart eroticism. 
While Alia rested from her exertions, both from boxing and cock-pounding, she watched as Janeway's 
crew frantically tried to bring her around. The doctor tried to revive her captain, but the traditional 
methods proved futile. With no other options, Crusher stuck her hand down Janeway's red trunks and 
started roughly fingering the captain. 
Anna watched intently, her eyes going back and forth between Crusher's shapely ass as she bent over 
and her hand moving rapidly inside Janeway's trunks. And, shockingly, even though her face and body 
were a battered and bloody mess, the captain began to move on her stool and her moans were audible 
across the ring. 
Hmmm, so the captain has a hot pussy, Alia thought, and with that thought her body began changing 
again, just as it had with Troi in the ring. A bulge began to appear between Alia's legs, and within 
moments her body again sported a huge cock, one already wet and pearling pre-cum at the tip. The 
excitement was too much for Alia, who called for the Round 5 bell, and as she rose her new and hard 
member was pointed directly at Janeway. 
The captain's corner crew dragged her to her feet, but she was still leaning heavily against the ropes 
when Alia walked across the ring. She looked at her eyes swollen shut, her jaw at an ugly angle and also 
swollen, her breasts bruised, ripped and bleeding and her stomach a mass of red and blue. 
"So, captain, still think you can box with me," Alia taunted as she wound up and drilled her right hand 
into Janeway's sore body, digging deep into her stomach. The captain's entire body spasmed with the 
blow, and Alia watched as Janeway's trunks showed a large wet spot ' her uppercut causing Janeway to 
lose control and piss herself. Yellow urine flowed down the captain's legs and into her red boots as her 
body began to slump down again. 
"Oh, no," Alia said. "You're not going down yet." 
Alia's thoughts brought the ropes back to life, the top ropes wrapping around Janeway's gloves and the 
bottom ropes winding around her legs, holding the captain up and spread-eagled above the canvas as 
her head flopped down. She was totally helpless. 
Alia flicked a glove up into Janeway's face, a light uppercut that threw her head up and exposed what 
used to be a face and was now a gory mess. Again Alia's glove bounced the captain's head around ' and 
again and again, tormenting the captain as Alia's created cock began leaking cum. But soon she noticed 
how Janeway's body bounced in the ropes, every time they moved. Hmmmm' 
Alia quickly grabbed the waistband of Janeway's trunks with one glove and violently ripped the wet and 
soiled fabric away, exposing Janeway's crotch that was still wet from her own piss and the doctor's 
stimulation. It was about the only place that Alia hadn't thoroughly beaten ' so Alia began a two-fisted 
attack of brutal uppercuts that smashed into Janeway's pussy, which quickly became a bloody and soggy 
mess as Alia's fists beat a steady stream of leather deep into the captain's crack. 
Janeway's pussy lips were soon reddened and swollen from the abuse. 
"Don't know if anything will fit in that snatch now, huh, captain," Alia taunted. "But we'll soon find out." 
Alia began moving the ropes up and down, making Janeway's hung-out-to-dry body follow suit. As it did, 
Alia flashed an evil smile, and her cock swelled to monstrous proportions as she stepped in front of 
Janeway ' and quickly pressed her body next to the captain's. 
Alia didn't even have to thrust ' the force of the captain's bouncing in the ropes impaled her pussy on 
Alia's throbbing dick over and over, and the champ was enjoying every second. She was both fucking 
and getting fucked at the same time, and just like in her bout with Troi, the sensation of pleasure was 
almost too much as Alia's cock quickly spurted a load of hot cum into the captain's brutalized pussy. 
Alia screamed with pleasure, the sound echoing again off the arena walls and sending chills through 
everyone watching. In her ecstasy, unable to control herself, she raised her gloves high and began 
pounding hard shots into Janeway's sides and hips, smashing her pelvis on both sides as Janeway was 
jarred back to consciousness by the pain. 
As had happened in her bout with Troi when her cock spewed its load, Alia was temporarily overcome 
with the pleasure, and the ropes under her command reverted to their original form and Janeway 
collapsed to the canvas on her back, her mouth open, tongue lolling to the side and drool spilling out. 
Alia soon recovered, and walked over to the captain. She was a wreck, but was now conscious again, 
and Alia went to her knees in between Janeway's legs. She put one glove on Janeway's pussy and started 
grinding it across its swollen and disfigured lips. 
"You don't want to box any more, captain?" Alia taunted her. "I certainly do." 
With those words, Alia's cock grew hard again, and she leaned over the captain's body until her member 
hung just over Janeway's clit. The cock began moving on its own, in and out and pushing against her clit, 
going faster and harder until it began smashing in. Janeway tried to move, but Alia held the captain 
down with her gloves while her cock literally punched Janeway's clitoris. 
Alia's thick dick was having its own private boxing match with Janeway, and it was a one-sided match as 
it pounded rapidly and savagely until the clit became a swollen thumb of pure pain and the captain was 
close to passing out again. 
"Oh, no, captain," Alia said as she slapped Janeway across the face with one of her gloves. "I want you 
wide awake for this." 
Her cock still raging hard, Alia leaped up and straddled Janeway's body, her tight ass covering the 
captain's mauled chest. She held her member in front of Janeway's face and waved it around. 
"Lick it," she said, and the captain obliged with what energy she could muster, swirling around the wet 
head before running her tongue up the bottom of the shaft. Alia's body tensed from the sensation, and 
she soon began forcing her cock into Janeway's mouth and down her throat. The captain's wide-open 
mouth could barely get around the thick organ, but Alia kept forcing it between her split and bloody lips 
until most of its length had disappeared. 
Alia slowly moved in and out, enjoying the feeling of Janeway's throat surrounding her hardness and 
feeling her dick filling with cum again. But before she could spew another load, she spun around, now 
directly over the captain's head, and as she increased her in-and-out tempo into Janeway's mouth, she 
began punching the captain's lower ribs and abs. 
Alia's throat and body pounding both got harder and harder, her cock impaling Janeway to the canvas 
and holding her down while her gloves bashed her rib cage and shredded what was left of her ab 
muscles. Trapped by Alia's cock and unable to move, Janeway took another horrific beating on both 
ends until Alia suddenly screamed out and shot another huge load of white, hot cum into Janeway's 
throat ' the force so great that it spurt out of the sides of Janeway's mouth and out her nose. 
The captain's body gave in again, with more piss mixed with blood leaking out of her wrecked crotch as 
the last of Alia's orgasm poured out and she finally pulled her dick out of Janeway's throat. But Alia 
didn't move immediately, leaving the thick log laying across Janeway's battered face. 
"You did pretty good, captain," Alia finally said as she rose to her feet and began parading around the 
ring, raising her gloves in a sign of victory to an imaginary crowd. "But now you know why I'm still the 
champ." 
As Alia's cock began to recede and she returned to her normal female form, the doctor and Janeway's 
helpers vaulted into the ring and began administering first aid to the disfigured captain. 
"Get her well," Alia yelled at the corner crew. "I'll want her in the ring again soon." 
Instantly Janeway and the entire crew vanished, reappearing in sick bay and continuing to treat the 
captain. Alia was left in the holodeck alone, and she sat her naked and sweaty body on her stool, a smile 
on her face. 
As she lightly stroked her wet pussy with one glove, enjoying the feeling of the cool leather against the 
intense heat that came from between her legs, she began thinking of ways to have more fun bouts. This 
was much more fun than running the Enterprise, she thought. 
 
++++++ 
 
Things had finally slowed down in sick bay. Troi was up and around, as good as new thanks to the 
Enterprise's medical technology ' physically, that is. Mentally, the counselor was still a wreck ' she still 
blamed herself for the holodeck program that had taken control of the ship. All she'd wanted was a 
realistic program that would indulge her fantasy of being boxed and beaten by another female, but now 
"Alia One" had taken charge of everything. 
She also felt horrible about the beating that Alia gave to Janeway, one that had the captain still in sick 
bay. She would be fine, but her injuries were much more horrific than Troi's that it would take longer to 
completely heal. 
But even while she was stretched out on a bed in sick bay, the captain had her senior staff around her 
and had come up with a plan to override Alia's takeover. 
There were no guarantees, and it would involve some fancy computer work of their own, but it was 
probably their only chance. They had to beat Alia at her own game, and for that they needed the 
greatest fighter any of them had ever known. 
They needed Tasha Yar. 
Tasha Yar was the Enterprise's tactical officer for many years, and led more than her share of dangerous 
expeditions. Her knowledge of the art of war was eclipsed only by her talents in combat ' and before 
her untimely death, she had never lost an individual battle. 
Those talents were lost when she was killed in a long-ago battle, but her friends on the crew kept her 
memory alive through a series of holodeck programs which they often used to visit their departed 
shipmate. 
Janeway was one of those, since the two women admired each other so much. And as she sat in sick 
bay, while the Enterprise machinery worked over time to repair the damage from the beatdown that 
Alia had put on the captain's body, she had a revelation. 
If the holodeck could capture Yar's image and personality enough for the crew to make virtual "visits," 
she thought, why couldn't it capture Yar's fighting ability? And why couldn't we create something that 
would give the ship a fighting chance against Alia's ability? 
Since Alia had control over all the holodeck programs, the crew would have to create a distraction, to 
keep Alia busy long enough where they could assemble the Yar program. And they knew what might 
distract Alia ' since while she was in the ring, boxing a crew member, she focused so much attention on 
satisfying her cravings, there was the chance they could work unnoticed by her during that time. 
But that meant that crew members would have to glove up with her again, set themselves up for much 
more physical abuse and mental domination, to give the holodeck creators a chance. Troi, of course, 
was more than ready, but it would take longer than Troi could hold out. It would take several crew 
members ' and Janeway already knew she would have to be one of them. Alia would want her back in 
the ring as soon as she was physically ready. 
The thought wasn't that appealing ' it hadn't been that long ago since Alia almost beat the captain to 
death ' but they could see no other way. They had just finished finalizing the plan when Troi suddenly 
vanished into thin air again ' and they knew where she was headed. 
 
++++++ 
 
When the bell rang, Alia was back in her element. She was rested up, she had fresh black boxing togs 
and fresh black gloves, and her favorite punching bag, the chubby counselor, was up off her stool and 
headed to mid-ring. 
What could possibly be wrong, Alia thought, as she feinted an opening jab and, when Troi raised her 
gloves to react, Alia pounded a right hand directly into the counselor's large tit. Troi yelped in pain and 
quickly grabbed her breast, allowing Alia to batter her uncovered head back and forth. 
Yes, things were good for Alia. She was soon going to have another bout with Janeway, there was a male 
crewman who thought he was a good boxer and that wanted a shot at her, and then she would wait and 
see what else the ship had in store for her. 
Best of all for her, Alia already knew about the crew's plans to create another computer fighter ' they 
didn't realize the extent that she could now keep up with everything that happened on the ship. But Alia 
was going to play it cool, and not let on that she knew what was going on ' and while the Enterprise 
crew worked to create Tasha Yar, the only opponent they felt had a chance to reclaim the ship, Alia was 
coming up with a fighter of her own. 
But right now, she was having too much fun to worry about that. She had lots of time, and her gloves 
were digging into Troi's fleshy body and breasts. She had dug out one of her favorites, the weighted 
gloves she enjoyed so much, and her punches were opening wet, bloody cuts across Troi's body as Alia's 
pussy also got wet with the enjoyment. 
While Troi was absorbing another beating, the Enterprise holodeck experts were hard at work, creating 
their only chance at challenging Alia's reign. But even while she was punching Troi around, she was 
monitoring what was happening with the crew, and the smile on her face wasn't just from pummeling 
the counselor's tits. She already knew that their plan was destined to fail.
++++++
For Alia, the great thing about having control of the Enterprise computers was that she could take on 
other tasks while pursuing what she enjoyed. While she had Troi against the ropes and her weighted 
gloves were doing horrific damage to the counselor's bruised abs and internal organs ' there was 
already a puddle of blood and piss where both were running down Troi's legs ' Alia was working on her 
"counter" against the Enterprise crew's creation of their Tasha Yar program, one that would crush their 
plans and also bring Alia some pleasure at the same time..  
Alia's answer was M'lara. 
She had already planned to create her own holodek fighter to battle ' and defeat, crush and dominate ' 
whatever fighter the Enterprise crew managed to create. Alia just didn't know what fighter she would 
create, but it didn't take her long to come to a decision. 
When Alia began to probe the Enterprise databases for a suitable warrior, one who even she would be 
proud to climb in the ring with, her search kept coming back to the Klingon race. They were the galaxy's 
strongest humanoid race, and one in which battles were an everyday part of life. Their talents at hand-
to-hand combat were legendary, and Alia quickly combined that proficiency with her computer boxing 
programs, creating a boxer that would easily defeat whatever the Enterprise came up with. 
Then, after the attempted Enterprise takeover was quashed, her creation would then be hers to play 
with. The thought of climbing in the ring with such an exquisite creature made her shudder and caused 
her to unexpectedly orgasm right in the middle of beating Troi against the ropes all over again. 
Troi saw Alia suddenly stop punching, close her eyes and put her gloves on her hips, enjoying the erotic 
explosion that the creation of M'lara had sent through her loins ' her trunks were quickly soaked just 
from the thoughts. Troi, desperate to redeem herself for bringing havoc to the Enterprise with her 
holodek program, tried to fight back, coming off the ropes and throwing punches at Alia's open tits and 
abs. 
After a few seconds, Alia opened her eyes, saw Troi's gloves bouncing off her body, and started 
laughing. 
"Oh, those really hurt," Alia mocked the counselor. "Let me show you how that's done." 
Alia launched a brutal attack on Troi's pudgy body, one that quickly had the counselor back on the 
canvas. Alia stood over her, her thoughts split between M'lara and the fighter on the floor in front of 
her. 
This is going to be more fun than ever, Alia thought to herself. She found herself wishing that the 
Enterprise crew would hurry and finish with their holodek fighter, so her fun could begin. 
At this point, Alia was dividing her attention between the creation and training of M'lara and her regular 
function of controlling everything else that happened on board the ship, but slowly she started finding 
more and more pleasure in fine-tuning her Klingon creation. She had finished the physical creation, and 
she was indeed a physical specimen ' the likes of which the humans or Klingons had never seen. She 
was taller than either of their species, nearly seven feet, with musculature that was toned and hard, but 
Alia also made sure she was a creature that would spike the erotic feelings of both races just from one 
look. 
Alia didn't have to develop the warrior instinct in her, either. M'lara's background was one of a fighting 
family of Klingons, and all Alia had to do was focus and define that warrior instinct ' make her 
concentrate her attacks to her fists and not to savage, uncontrolled beatings. Once M'lara became used 
to the leather gloves, she quickly appreciated the damage she could do with them ' in a way, becoming 
a kindred spirit with Alia, one whose boxing instincts were so far developed that they defied description. 
There was no time or opportunity to test the program, since any test would have opened M'lara's 
program and made her visible to the Enterprise crew that was frantically trying to create a "Tasha Yar" 
program to counteract Alia. Alia would have to wait until the crew sprung their "surprise" on her, and 
would then respond with the debut of M'lara ' which would crush all their futile efforts to reclaim the 
ship.  
Alia wouldn't have to wait long, as it turned out. The next time she summoned Captain Janeway to her 
holodek ring, in fact, Janeway and the Enterprise crew were ready to hatch their already-doomed plan. 
 
++++++ 
 
"So, Captain, ready to beat me up again?," Alia taunted as Janeway, Troi and the doctor appeared in the 
ring through the magic of her holodek program. Alia was standing outside, wearing her regular fighting 
togs ' tight black trunks and black top with black boots, but this time she didn't have her signature black 
gloves on yet. She didn't figure to need them. 
Janeway stepped forward, also in fighting gear as she always was when the holodek brought her into 
Alia's special ring. The tight red trunks and red accessories still graced a stunning body, one that the 
ship's medical staff had rebuilt over and over after Alia's beatings of the captain ' but they knew she 
could stand up to Alia more than anyone else on the ship, and her sacrifices in the ring had given the 
rest of the crew time to come up with their counter-attack that they were ready to launch. 
"We've got you a little surprise this time," Janeway stepped toward the ropes and yelled down at Alia, 
who was standing next to the stairs in her own corner. "We've come up with another fighter for you to 
take on ' assuming that you're up for a challenge." 
Janeway stepped back and moved from Alia's line of sight, looking back down the aisle that led to the 
ring, and watched as the image of Tasha Yar walked down the aisle. The image alone was stunning ' her 
short-cropped blonde hair and striking features were accented by tight gold shorts and gold boxing 
boots, with matching gold gloves that swung under the gold robe that flowed as she walked. Her breasts 
might as well have been gold, also, as they bounced unencumbered as she walked to the ring. No need 
to hide a body like that, Alia thought as she watched her ' feigning surprise as Yar climbed through the 
ropes and began to bounce lightly on her toes. 
"You said you'd fight anyone on the ship," Janeway said to Alia, "so I assume the same deal applies. If 
you beat her, she's yours to do whatever you like with. If she beats you, you give up control of the 
Enterprise and go back to your old computer program." 
Alia was paying only partial attention to Janeway's words, and instead was focused on watching Tasha 
Yar in the ring. She could tell she was a warrior, a fighter, just from the way she moved, and the stunning 
figure she cut in the ring, under the lights, made Alia's loins ache already. A little over six feet tall, and 
with the exception of her buoyant tits every inch of her was muscled, enough 
where she almost rippled as she half-walked, half-bounced around the ring.  
Alia's bare hands were brushing across the front of her satin trunks by the time Janeway finished, and by 
that time Alia and Yar had locked eyes and never moved their stare from each other. 
"She's very nice, captain," Alia finally said, "very nice, indeed. I'll enjoy fucking her even more than I 
have fucking you over these last few days ' and I will fuck you hard until you scream for mercy," Alia 
spat at Yar. "But before that, I guess we'll have to have a fight ' and I guess that means that your little 
blond needs an opponent." 
This time, it was Alia's turn to look down the aisle away from the ring, and on cue M'lara appeared from 
a smoke-covered entrance to the holodek, striding purposely to the ring. All she had on was a black 
thong and black boots, and black gloves at the end of her long and massive arms ' gloves that appeared 
too small for her huge frame. That frame appeared even larger when she strained her way through the 
ropes and finally stood in the ring, almost a head taller than anyone else inside the ropes, which made 
her heavily-plated and ridged forehead stand out even more. 
"You see, captain, while your people have been coming up with a fighter, I've been coming up with one 
of my own," Alia said, her voice cackling as she stood on the ring apron, still outside the ropes. "I 
thought that M'lara would be a good addition to our little crew ' you can tell how strong she is, and 
she's ready to show you what kind of fighter she can be." 
Janeway was speechless for a second, but Yar quickly turned to her and whispered, "Don't worry, 
captain, I've faced bigger fighters than her. This is our best chance to get the ship back." 
Janeway, Troi and the doctor didn't have much choice, and quickly slipped outside the ropes and down 
the stairs in what had come to be their corner. That left only Yar, who under normal circumstances 
would have been a stunning sight and enough to raise doubts in any other opponent. 
She didn't know it yet, though, but this time she was badly overmatched. M'lara lightly bounced in her 
corner as Alia slipped between the ropes and quickly held her hands up as targets for her Klingon 
prot'g', and M'lara quickly responded by shadowboxing and punching those hands. The back-and-forth 
punching made her body glisten with sweat, and her breasts bounced in time with her motions as she 
skillfully punched Alia's hands. 
The noise from those punches and the speed with which she threw them shocked everyone ' her gloves 
were a black blur, and even with Alia's strength her hands were flying backwards from the force of 
M'lara's blows. That went on for nearly a half-minute before Alia quickly left the ring, and from nowhere 
a timer went off, a "DING, DING" that indicated the start of the fight. 
Even with the size of her opponent and the display of power she put on while punching Alia's hands to 
loosen up, Yar exploded out of her corner, almost running across the ring, trying to surprise her bigger 
foe. M'lara's eyes widened at the speed that Yar came at her ' few non-Klingon opponents had ever 
challenged her head-on ' and she was even more surprised to see flashes of gold coming at her face as 
Yar wasted no time in throwing head shots. 
Yar's two snapping left jabs slammed into the right side of M'lara's face and a follow-up right cross 
clipped across her chin, knocking her head to the side. M'lara hadn't gotten more than two steps out of 
her corner, and the Enterprise crew just outside Yar's corner were already shouting encouragement. 
M'lara shook her head for a moment as she stepped back, her back almost resting against the corner 
pad, but a grin crept across her face as she held up one of her black gloves and waved Yar in. M'lara 
herself was excited about having a worthy foe in her boxing debut, and wanted to show Alia what she'd 
learned as she raised her gloves slightly, carrying her gloves just below chin level. 
Yar took the bait, again snapping off a left aimed at M'lara's right eye and following up with a straight 
right hand aimed at her nose. Yar was fast ' but not fast enough as M'lara quickly ducked her head 
slightly and Yar's combination left-right slammed into M'lara's forehead. The plating the Klingon sported 
there had been part of her race's anatomy for decades, and Yar found out why ' it was better than any 
shield ever. In fact, it was like punching a concrete wall it was so hard, and in a way it was worse since 
the ridges made it even more uncomfortable to hit. 
As soon as Yar's hands hit that plating, she screamed in pain, the padding on her gold gloves not enough 
to stop the combination of her hard shots hitting an even harder target. She shook her hands and 
moved backwards, moving into mid-ring with M'lara now following her. 
As soon as the Klingon got within range again, Yar tried to meet her with another straight right hand to 
the head, but M'lara nimbly leaned in again and took her punch on her plated forehead again. 
"OWWWWW!" Yar yelled as she pulled her now-throbbing right hand back. 
This time, M'lara quickly stepped forward, throwing her first punch of the fight as her own right hand 
shot low and thudded against Yar's left ribs. Yar was still thinking about her sore hand, but she quickly 
felt the stinging pain from her side as M'lara doubled and then tripled her right hook, making Yar drop 
her left elbow to try to cover that spot. M'lara didn't waste any time, with her right hand now flying up 
and ripping across Yar's chin since her glove was low to cover her left side. 
The force of the blow sent sweat flying off Yar's forehead and caused her whole body to shake as she 
staggered back, feeling the ropes against her back. She was covering up, but was surprised that M'lara 
was still standing at mid-ring, her guard halfway up again and the grin still on her face as she stood there 
' looking like a stunning Klingon statue. 
"Get her!," Alia screamed from outside the ring, but M'lara only gave a quick glance toward Alia and 
winked before returning her focus to Yar. Alia quickly realized that she'd taught her Klingon warrior well 
' she wasn't interested in a quick victory. She was going to take her time, pick the Enterprise champion 
apart, eventually dominate her completely and have fun while doing it. 
In a couple of seconds M'lara did step forward, moving within range of her long and strong arms and 
starting to shoot repeated stinging lefts to Yar's quad pack of an abdomen. A couple of times, M'lara's 
black glove would land higher, landing just under Yar's golden and glossy breasts which were bouncing 
up and down slightly from M'lara's hard body shots. 
Yar's body was already beginning to tremble from those shots, but she was still able to see M'lara 
setting up for a vicious right hook aimed at her temple to follow up the series of body shots. Yar was 
able to lean her head back, feeling the "whoosh" of air as M'lara's black glove whiffed in front of her 
face, and her anticipation gave her the chance at a counter left. 
Yar had an idea that this might be a chance for her to take some measure of control back, and she put 
everything she had into a hard left hook, one that crashed into the side of the Klingon's head as M'lara 
was bent slightly over after missing with her right. Against any normal fighter, Yar's punch would have 
been a finisher ' her opponent would either have been unconscious before even hitting the floor, or 
would have been twitching on the canvas in pain. Either way, the bout would have been over and Yar 
would have her gloves in the air in victory. 
The noise of the left landing filled the holodek arena, and M'lara's head jerked to the side, Klingon-red 
saliva flying from her mouth, as her long legs took a big step backwards. But only a second later, M'lara 
pulled her head back, raised one of her gloves and wiped the spittle from her mouth, and shot an evil 
toothy grin at Yar ' and her corner crew that was standing on the apron behind her. 
"Is that all your champion has?" M'lara yelled, more red saliva flying from her mouth as she stepped 
back forward. Since she was so much taller than Yar, some of that spittle flew onto Yar's face and into 
her blond hair, enraging the Enterprise champion who had to that point kept her cool and kept to her 
battle plan. 
Now, though, Yar threw caution to the wind and disdained all defense, getting off a combination of two 
popping left jabs thrown high and into M'lara's eyes, followed by a quick right cross that thudded off her 
left cheek and a straight left that smashed into M'lara's nose, causing the Klingon's thick red blood to 
spurt out of her flaring nostrils. M'lara was on the defensive as Yar kept pressing forward, trying to back 
her much larger opponent up, and kept pumping jabs at her face. 
But M'lara, who was caught off-guard for a moment by Yar's assault, had quickly recovered and was 
slipping most of those jabs. She saw the last one coming and again tucked her chin sharply as Yar's left 
hand slammed into the stone-like ridges of the Klingon's forehead, causing her to yelp in pain even as 
she was throwing a right uppercut that she hoped would rock Alia's holodek creation. 
Instead, her right lost most of its force, and M'lara quickly shifted all of her weight and muscle and 
hooked with her left over that slow right hand. Her hook, thrown from its highest point with her size 
advantage, clubbed into Yar's temple and instantly made her knees buckle. 
Yar's head was ringing, and she was certain she'd just taken the hardest punch she'd ever felt. She was 
disoriented and her vision was blurry as she staggered back into the ropes, almost wrapping her head 
with her arms and gloves to protect herself from another such shot that would almost surely send her 
down and maybe out.  
It looked like M'lara was setting up for another big hook to the head as she quickly stepped forward, but 
instead she feinted the left, shifted her weight again and swung her strong right arm in a huge arc 
toward Yar's wide-open abdomen. M'lara's black glove almost vanished as it dug deep into Yar's body ' 
her abs were hugely strong and toned, and most punches just bounced off. But M'lara was no regular 
puncher, and Yar felt like she'd been hit by a wrecking ball as a "WHOOOOOFFFF!" flew from her mouth 
and she crumpled to the canvas like a wet rag, her body and legs failing her as she moaned on the 
canvas and clutched her injured stomach. 
The fight would have been over then and there had Alia not been in control of the timer, and a quick 
"DING, DING!" sounded ending the first round. M'lara was already headed to her corner, a grin on her 
face, by the time Janeway and Doctor Crusher made their way through the ropes and reached the 
struggling Yar. Those two picked up the blond warrior and helped her back to the corner on very shaky 
legs. 
The doctor had ice packs ready and pressed them all over Yar's body to help relieve the pain from 
M'lara's thunderous shot, while Janeway cradled Yar's chin in both her hands and tried to get her to 
focus. "Tasha! Tasha! Look at me!" Yar's eyes finally began to focus on the captain, but she was still 
struggling to breathe, much less talk. "Can't '. get '.. air '..," she finally was able to blurt out, and 
Janeway quickly slid behind her and locked her arms around Yar, pulling up on her chest to help open 
airways and help her drink in oxygen. 
M'lara and Alia watched from the other corner, as the Klingon warrior didn't bother to sit down on her 
stool. They were laughing at the battle going on across the ring to somehow get Yar ready to come out 
for another round. 
"She is weak," M'lara said to Alia. "I only hit her a couple of times and she is almost done. This is the best 
they could come up with to challenge me?" 
"Then just take your time, wear her down slow so you can make it last for a while," Alia said. "That way 
we can have as much fun with her as we want." 
Alia was in no hurry to ring the bell for Round 2, and waited until Yar was breathing more normally ' a 
good thing, since Crusher dumped an entire water bottle over Yar's head to bring her back to life. The 
water ran down Yar's body, dripping off her full breasts and soaking her tight gold trunks, causing them 
to stick to her body like a second skin and show off all the contours of her pussy and her perfect ass. 
Alia took one look across the ring and then looked at M'lara staring at her opponent, and thought she 
saw the Klingon lick her lips just before the "DING, DING" signaled the start of the second round. 
 
Despite the shots she took at the end of the last round, and her struggles between rounds, Yar came out 
aggressively to start Round 2. The blond warrior barely set her boots at mid-ring before aiming another 
uppercut at M'lara's face ' she'd learned the uppercut could do more against her much taller foe, and 
there was less chance of her glove bouncing off that cement-like forehead. But M'lara turned her head 
quickly and, BAM!!!, her thunderous right hand dug into the left side of Yar's open body under the rib 
cage. M'lara had pivoted away from Yar's miss and put all her weight into the right, and to onlookers it 
looked like the punch went through the Enterprise champ. Yar's "unhhhhh" echoed off the walls, and 
she quickly and instinctively bent over and pulled her left arm down to cover the hurt spot. 
M'lara expected that, and bounced a quick right-left combination flush on both sides of Yar's face as she 
stumbled back against the ropes. The holodek's loose ropes acted like a trampoline and propelled Yar 
back forward, as M'lara landed a powerful left hook to Yar's forehead that spun her head to the side ' 
where a right cross awaited and landed flush on her chin, literally lifting her off the canvas. 
Yar didn't realize she was going down until she landed flat on her back, looking up at the lights over the 
ring and trying to get hear bearings. In an instant, many of those lights were blocked out at M'lara 
outline came into focus, fists ready at the waist and waiting for Yar to get up. Yar ' and everyone close 
at ringside ' could see that the Klingon's black thong was soaked by the pussy juices that were already 
flowing out of her, such was her excitement with the bout and with the stunning blond human who was 
already at her feet. 
M'lara had her back to Alia, so her mentor couldn't see the wetness that was dripping from her crotch. 
But she could smell the aroma of her excitement ' Klingon cum being many times more concentrated 
than the human version, the odor was also much stronger, hung in the air around the ring and seemingly 
grew stronger by the second. The scent also got Alia's juices flowing, even though all she could see was 
M'lara's shoulders moving from her heavy breathing, the strong lat spread of her massive back and the 
impossibly-tight and muscular ass that was in clear view around the black thong. 
Alia found herself rubbing her own pussy against the edge of the ring apron as she screamed, "Get her! 
Get her! Finish her off now!," as she began getting herself off at the sight of her nearly-naked fighter 
putting her opponent down so easily. 
"Stay down there if you don't want to get hurt," M'lara spat at Yar, "but I hope you do get up ' because 
I want to hurt you some more." 
Yar dragged herself backwards across the canvas, trying to scramble away from her huge attacker 
despite the pain that was starting to set in, but as she got to her feet M'lara was right on top of her, 
already throwing wide lefts and rights that thudded into Yar's sides as she covered up. It was probably 
M'lara's own excitement showing itself, but she was overanxious and Yar was able to block most of 
those punches and even land a couple of jabs of her own. 
All the jabs did, though, were make M'lara more anxious to fight ' and to get close enough to rub her 
body against the human champion. She bored her way inside and pressed Yar back against the ropes, 
but Yar was able to wrap the Klingon up and pin her arms to her sides in a tight clinch to avoid being 
punched for a few seconds as she caught her breath. 
M'lara didn't mind the clinch ' in fact, she was enjoying the much shorter human's contact immensely 
as Yar's head dug into her bountiful cleavage and Yar's nice titties slid across her stomach from the 
combination of water and sweat. M'lara leaned into Yar heavily, the blond being pressed hard into the 
ropes, and a guttural moan escaped the Klingon's lips as she slid her hips from side to side ' rubbing her 
own wet crotch against Yar's strong ab muscles. 
The violent clinch was getting M'lara close to a Klingon sexual release ' something else that was many 
times more powerful than a human orgasm ' when Alia's thoughts conjured up the "DING, DING!" 
indicating the end of the second round. 
M'lara walked back to the corner, a disgusted look on her face as she sat down on her stool and watched 
Yar slowly walk to her own corner and her crew instantly go to work on her. As Alia moved in front of 
her, M'lara gave her an angry look. 
"Why did you stop us?" she yelled. "I was just about to show her what it means when a Klingon 
dominates a sexual partner." 
"That's why I rang the bell," Alia said, trying to hide her own excitement after watching M'lara pummel 
the human challenger for two rounds. "The deal is you knock her out first, take care of our end of the 
bargain so we can control the ship ' and then you can use her however you like. " 
"In that case, I'll knock her out very soon," M'lara said as she stood up to her full height and pounded 
her gloves together a couple of times before rubbing her soaked thong with one glove. "Get this off me 
and I'll be ready once I put her out of her misery." 
Alia grabbed both sides of the tightly-pulled-up thong and slid them down M'lara's hips and past her 
strong thighs ' damn, Alia thought, if she was a wrestler and not a boxer, she'd put people in the 
hospital just by getting them between those things and squeezing. As the Klingon raised her boots and 
stepped out of the thong, Alia couldn't help but notice that those same thighs were wet from M'lara's 
juices, and that her labia was already open, wet and releasing an aroma that was both frightening and 
enticing at the same time. 
When the bell rang for Round 3, Yar came out looking fresh once again ' mostly because M'lara hadn't 
hit her much at the end of the last round and was content to work on getting herself off. And after Yar 
saw the level of excitement that was surging through M'lara's body, she had a different game plan in 
mind, and she tried to put that plan into action as soon as the two met at mid-ring. 
Quickly, Yar slipped very low under M'lara's opening combination ' an easy task since she was so much 
shorter ' and slammed her right glove directly into the Klingon's clean and hairless pussy. The "squish" 
sound could be heard all over the ring as Yar followed up with a big left hook, her best punch, right on 
the same spot. 
She's got to go down, Yar thought, and M'lara did take a step back. But when Yar finally came out of her 
crouch, she looked up and saw the Klingon's mouth in an oval and then break into a grin. "Oooooo, that 
felt good, little human," M'lara almost whispered as she stepped back close to the surprised Yar. "For a 
Klingon woman, getting our snatches beaten is just like foreplay ' and we return the beating on our 
mate's monster cocks." 
Before Yar could get over the shock of her pussy punches having almost no effect, M'lara swung her 
hanging right arm and tagged the blond with a brutal right hand just below the navel, right on the 
waistband of Yar's gold trunks. 
The blow all but paralyzed the Enterprise champion, who fell back and covered in a standing fetal 
position against the ropes. M'lara already knew that she could hurt Yar with body shots already despite 
it being only the third round, the thick muscles of human abs not enough to stop the Klingon's 
thunderous punching power. She began hammering Yar with both hands as low as her arms would 
reach, knowing that the human was in no condition to counter or punch back. 
Yar was able to take some of the biggest shots on her arms and elbows that she had tightly tucked in, 
but several of them pounded into her kidney areas and drew groans and yelps of pain when they 
slammed home. M'lara was gradually beating the wind out of her opponent, almost like she was saving 
Yar's head for her later enjoyment as all of her shots rained in on Yar's lower body. 
Yar's ab muscles were weakening against M'lara's onslaught, but she instantaneously forgot about that 
pain when one of the Klingon's gloves hissed across her still-hard nipples and she felt blood on her arm 
' realizing that M'lara's right cross had ripped her left nipple, slicing it open. As she slid a glove to try to 
cover there, M'lara shot her left hand that pancaked Yar's right tit, crushing it and making the blond 
scream in pain as she languished on the ropes. 
M'lara bent back low, one of her knees almost on the canvas, as she dug two more shots into Yar's abs, 
trapping and jacking her ugly-bruised belly, before she pulled back her right arm and sent a crushing 
shot that pounded into Yar's crotch, causing her gold trunks to shudder and both feet to lift off the 
canvas before her bent-over body went crashing to the canvas again, Yar's head landing just in front of 
M'lara's black boots and her blond hair rubbing against the leather. 
Yar stayed in that position for a while, both knees folded against her chest on the mat and her forehead 
on the canvas with her arms wrapped around her sore body, but M'lara also didn't move for a while. She 
only stood over Yar, watching her on the mat and in no hurry since she was fully in control, her potent 
pussy juices making her inner thighs shine in the light. 
Eventually Yar made it to her knees, her corner crew screaming and imploring her to get up, but her 
arms were still wrapped around her body. She could feel that M'lara's kidney shots had broken at least 
one rib on each side, and she could feel wetness between her own legs ' but this wasn't from 
excitement. The warmth was almost surely blood ' M'lara's pussy punch had done some internal 
damage, from the level of pain she was experiencing, and when she looked down she saw the maroon 
spots beginning to seep through the crotch of her shiny gold trunks. 
When Yar looked up, she realized M'lara hadn't backed off an inch, and that her glistening womanhood 
was right in her face. And almost instantly when her head came up, M'lara put her gloves behind Yar's 
head, violently pulled her face into her waiting pussy and began to rub it back and forth ' at first slowly, 
but quickly picking up in speed. 
Yar's face almost disappeared into the Klingon's crotch. She was only there for a little over five seconds, 
10 at the most, but by the time M'lara arched her back and neck and released a blood-curdling roar of 
passion, Yar's arms were hanging limp at her sides. 
When M'lara backed off, she slung Yar's head to one side, figuratively throwing her away, and brought 
her own leather gloves against her pussy and continued to pleasure herself hard for a few more seconds 
before letting out another scream while she stood at mid-ring, her body trembling with her sexual 
release. 
If Yar had been in any condition to take advantage, she might have been able to do some damage to her 
larger opponent while she was in the throes of orgasm. But the blond had nearly been suffocated and 
drowned by M'lara's sex, and her face was a wet mess as she slowly pushed herself to her feet, still 
instinctively keeping her arms near her body. 
As she got to her feet, she tried to grab M'lara around her arms and waist, but only collared her left arm. 
Her left was free, and the Klingon began pounding the right side of Yar's face with repeated chopping 
lefts. None of them covered more than six inches, but that was enough for M'lara's bulging and 
muscular arms, and in the position Yar's head was in they all hit home. 
It didn't take long for a huge welt to form over Yar's right eye, and since M'lara had her pinned between 
herself and the ropes the welt soon ripped open against the leather of the Klingon's glove. Blood began 
rolling down Yar's face into her eye as M'lara hit her well over a dozen times before Yar could wiggle an 
arm free and cover her rapidly-swelling face. 
Yar finally worked free from M'lara's pin, but all she could do was stagger backwards into her own 
corner. M'lara was on her in a flash as Yar slumped down, almost sitting on the middle rope, as the 
Klingon began hammering the sides of Yar's head with murderous hooks. Her bicep muscles bulged and 
sweat rolled off her body as M'lara pounded away, a big grin on her face and a warm feeling between 
her legs as she felt the domination of her opponent was nearly complete. 
But before she could take even more advantage, she heard the "DING, DING" of the timer ending the 
third round, and instead of backing off, M'lara stood there, admiring her handiwork and now taunting 
the Enterprise champ. 
"Come out here next round and I will ' what do you humans say? Fuck you up bad?," she said as Yar's 
corner crew pulled her up onto her stool. "You think it hurts now ' next round I'll beat you within an 
inch of your life." M'lara slammed her gloves together for emphasis before she turned around, showing 
her taut ass to Yar and her crew as she walked confidently back to her corner. 
As she sat down to catch her breath and shake out the soreness in her arms ' she'd been hitting her 
opponent with a lot of punches ' she watched the work being done in the other corner and thought to 
herself how fruitless that was. 
Yar had to be guided to her stool, and Janeway began squirting water on her face and down her chest, 
grabbing her waistband and pulling it out to help her breathe ' and also squirting some of the cold 
water down her trunks in an effort to revive her. It worked some, as Yar's eyes widened and she moaned 
as Crusher went to work on the ugly and red welt over her eye, trying to stop the river of blood that was 
running down into Yar's eye and down her cheek. 
While the doctor was working on her face, Janeway was putting at least a half-dozen ice packs on Yar's 
sore abs and sides. That's when she noticed the water she'd squirted down her trunks was dripping out 
red, and the front of those trunks had already turned from gold to a soggy maroon. 
She quickly slid Yar's trunks under her hips and pulled them down to her ankles as she sat on the stool, 
assessing the damage. What she saw wasn't good ' Yar's pussy lips were beet-red from the bleeding, 
and Janeway was suddenly horrified with one thought ' if the Klingon did that kind of damage with one 
blow, what could she do if she had Yar trapped and defenseless, and really wanted to wreck her insides? 
"Hey ' HEY!," Janeway said as she lightly slapped her face. "Look at me, right here," she said, pointing to 
her own eyes. "You have to snap out of this. Breathe and focus ' you've got to protect yourself for a 
round to give you time to recover." 
Yar's eyes were still barely focusing, but she could see M'lara already off her stool before the bell to 
begin Round 4, and the ice packs were barely gone and Yar wasn't even offf her stool until after the 
"DING, DING!" She didn't even see M'lara almost sprint across the ring ' or the thunderous left hook 
that slammed into her eye only a couple of seconds after the bell, causing blood to spurt out and leave a 
trail across M'lara's chest and splatter on the faces of Yar's corner crew. 
The blood seemed to invigorate the Klingon even more, as her follow-up right crashed off Yar's jaw and 
bounced her off the ropes and to the canvas face down, blood beginning to pool under her face on the 
mat and her blood-soaked trunks wrapped around her gold boots. 
"GET UP! GET UP, WEAKLING!," M'lara yelled as she began to rub her swollen pussy with a glove thumb, 
and then noticing her leather-clad thumb was soaking wet with her juices, she quickly brought it to her 
mouth and tongued it off. If Yar hadn't been face down, she would have seen the weapon that M'lara's 
tongue was ' especially when aroused ' but the Klingon already had plans to use it on her beaten foe 
very soon. 
M'lara reached down and ripped Yar's trunks away from her boots, also putting it to her face and 
breathing deeply, taking in the aroma of Yar's blood and sweat. She had a malevolent smile on her face 
as she tossed the gold trunks out of the ring and looked down at Yar, her naked ass still pointing up 
toward the ring lights as she tried to get her strong arms under her head and push her upper body off 
the canvas. 
"Let me help you!" M'lara yelled down to the Enterprise champ, grabbing some of her blond hair with 
her left glove and pulling Yar off the campus by the air only. After holding her up for a second, she used 
her strength to flip Yar's almost-limp body against the ropes, where she hung for a second. It appeared 
that Yar was about to slip to the canvas again, but Alia had been watching closely and conjured up 
another of the tricks she'd learned from her many ring battles with Troi and the rest of the Enterprise 
crew. 
Without any warning, the top ring rope entwined itself around Yar's arms, effectively holding her upright 
with her arms outstretched, her legs quivering as she tried to sustain her own weight and her head 
lolling up and down in a semi-conscious state. Janeway looked on in horror ' this is what she'd been 
worried about between rounds, but there was nothing she could do at this point. 
The Klingon's chest seemed to be even more inflated as she breathed deeply, almost panting in delight, 
and it appeared that every muscle on her incredible body was flexed and bulging as she focused her 
gaze on Yar's naked body. Mostly, she looked at Yar's crotch, the red blood a contrast to her blond bush, 
and M'lara's excitement reached a fever pitch. Her inner thighs, already slick with her juices, now had 
rivers of Klingon pussy juice running down each as her arousal grew by the second. 
M'lara moved in close to the helpless Yar, close enough where her tits rubbed against Yar's face again 
and she could feel the human's breasts pushing against M'lara's strong abdominal muscles. She took one 
glove and put it under Yar's chin, lifting her face so she could look into her eyes. 
"Now you will see what pain really is," M'lara said, and spat into Yar's face before taking a step back, her 
left glove still under Yar's chin and holding it up. She pulled her right glove back and sent a hard straight 
right into the middle of Yar's face ' making a sickening sound as her nose shattered, the crunch almost 
echoing off the walls and blood pouring down her chin the instant M'lara pulled back her black glove 
which was getting sticky with Yar's dried blood. 
Two more rights followed as M'lara doubled up to Yar's face, the crunching of bone audible each time, 
and when she let go with her left Yar's head went straight down, not moving. M'lara, though, started 
making her head move, as she began shooting short but powerful uppercuts with both hands into Yar's 
eye sockets, using her head as a low speed bag as her hands were a black blur as they pounded Yar's 
eyes and eyelids. Her head bounced up and down with each shot, showing the damage they were doing 
to Yar's corner crew every time her head would rise and quickly fall. 
The punches that didn't cut Yar up above, around and below her eyes made them puff up and swell, and 
it didn't take long for M'lara's gloves to turn the skin around Yar's eyes to something resembling 
hamburger. With her vision now completely gone, the Enterprise champion slumped on the ropes, 
lapsing back from unconsciousness only when the pain of another of M'lara's heavy punches registered 
in her now-clouded brain. 
The Klingon was salivating at the mouth as she kept slamming uppercuts to Yar's face, many of them 
now going lower and pounding into her lips and mouth. Quickly her lips split open, causing more blood 
to run down her chin and into her badly bruised chest, and when M'lara began swinging hard and fast 
hooks from both sides, her arm muscles reached an even greater pump. They looked less like biceps and 
more like softballs under her skin as lefts and rights slammed into Yar's cheeks, a couple of them 
dislodging teeth which bounced on the canvas mat, and the "CRUNCH, CRUNCH" of bones became more 
audible as Yar's already-broken jaw was now cracked in several places ' the sound a sickening one to 
Yar's corner crew. 
Drool began running from what used to be Yar's mouth and down her chest, and the bloody liquid gave 
M'lara a new point of attack as she stepped back and bent slightly over, using one glove to jiggle one of 
Yar's tits. "You like your titties, huh? And the puny human men on here like them too, huh?" M'lara 
yelled at Yar as her gloves slowly and lightly began bouncing Yar's chest with light uppercuts. Despite 
them already being sore and bruised, and Yar being unconscious and only held up by the ropes, her 
nipples hardened quickly, popping out of the bruised brown circle like winecorks. 
M'lara leaned even further over, her head only a couple of inches from Yar's formerly-lovely orbs, and 
began flicking her tongue across the popped-out hardness. Her Klingon tongue was firm enough to push 
Yar's nipples from side to side, her breasts bouncing as M'lara began moaning and chuckling at the same 
time ' before she took one of Yar's tits into her wet mouth and began sucking hard. 
The vacuum-strong pull on her breast brought Yar around slightly ' and her consciousness was snapped 
even more sharply when M'lara bit down hard, ripping much of Yar's areola and nipple off and leaving 
some skin flaps hanging around the bloody hole where part of Yar's luscious breast used to be. 
The blond screamed in agony once again, a scream met by a quick left-right to the jaw from M'lara. 
"Shut up, human!," M'lara yelled, the blood from Yar's breast still on her lips and some droplets spewing 
out onto Yar's body when the Klingon yelled. "Pain is part of being a warrior!" M'lara yelled as the ring 
ropes tightened, pulling Yar up to her full height and making her even more of a target ' one the 
Klingon quickly used as her gloves and fists began to pound Yar's breasts piston-like. 
Two or three punches every second slammed into Yar's chest, the blood from the damaged one spurting 
out with every shot and the other now showing every color of the rainbow in its bruising. It didn't take 
long for that one to also rip open, the skin unable to hold its bloody contents, as M'lara's glove tore a 
gash and blood poured down onto Yar's abs and crotch. 
Again, M'lara followed the blood flow as she began digging hooks and uppercuts into Yar's pride-and-joy 
ab muscles ' the ones that were so strong in her other outings in the ring, opponents' punches would 
bounce off like they were hitting a brick wall. Now, with M'lara's punches having turned them to mush, 
her shots dug in deeply, damaging Yar's internal organs even more. 
Slowly the Klingon continued to work her way down, Yar's upper and lower abs now bruised and blood 
trickling out of rips in the skin from taking hard punches over and over, but suddenly M'lara stopped her 
gloved assault and stood in front of Yar's limp body one more time. She pressed herself hard against the 
blond while M'lara's right glove thumb again found Yar's pussy and slammed roughly inside her, 
penetrating her quickly as a combination of blood and cum juice continued to flow. 
M'lara wasn't sure if Yar could hear her, or understand her, but she hissed audibly as her thumb began 
slamming in and out of Yar's pussy hard and fast. The ropes began to release their hold on the blond, 
but M'lara's body still held Yar up against them as she thumb-fucked her opponent. 
"I could beat you there with my fists, too," M'lara said, "but I've got something else in mind for that 
love-hole." 
Yar was off the ropes, her body leaning against the Klingon as M'lara's glove thumb moved in and out of 
her like a jackhammer, but eventually Yar's limp frame slumped to the canvas in a fetal position. That 
lasted only for a couple of seconds before M'lara grabbed Yar by her blond mane and dragged her to the 
middle of the ring, finally slinging her with one strong arm flat onto the canvas, her back on the mat and 
her limbs spread-eagled. 
M'lara stood over Yar, her boots on either side of Yar's waist and her gloves on her hips as she looked 
down for a few seconds, a smile on her blood-stained face, before looking up at Alia in the corner. "Do I 
finish her off now," M'lara asked, "or is she worth keeping around for more fun later?" 
Alia had been watching the brutal beating intently, her hands stroking her own crotch to the point 
where her trademark black trunks were wet with her own pussy juices. "She's yours now," Alia finally 
said. "Do what you want with her." 
M'lara turned her face toward Yar's corner and her crew, and shot a bloody grin that to Yar's corner was 
repulsive. "I can either kill her now, very quickly," M'lara yelled, "or I can show her the pain and pleasure 
of Klingon lovemaking ' and being human, she probably won't survive that, anyway." 
Janeway was the only one that could respond. "Please don't kill her," she said, barely audibly. 
M'lara almost laughed at Janeway's response. "Very well, captain," she yelled toward the corner, "but 
she may wish she was dead by the time I get through using her for my own pleasure." 
As she spoke, M'lara went from her feet to her knees in one quick motion, her legs pinning Yar's 
shoulders and biceps to the canvas and her stunning ass planted on Yar's ravaged tits. M'lara's gloves 
moved off her hips as she positioned herself on top of the Enterprise champion, and she reached behind 
her and began slamming her right glove into Yar's mangled abs over and over, taking the last of Yar's 
wind from her and sending bloody saliva flying from Yar's mouth with every punch. 
"Now that your mouth is nice and wet, it's time to put it to use," M'lara yelled at Yar as she slid her body 
forward, planting her wet Klingon pussy on the blond's chin. "You better wake up and make this good ' 
if I don't scream with pleasure, my sex will be the last thing that cute face of yours will ever see." 
As she spoke, M'lara planted her pussy hard on Yar's nose and mouth, the wetness of her snatch and 
Yar's bloody face almost creating a suction between the two ' and almost pulling Yar's head off the 
canvas when M'lara began bouncing herself up and down on her helpless rival's face.  
The "SQUISH" sound bounced off the holodek walls as M'lara's bouncing became violent, crushing Yar's 
face over and over. 
"You better get to work or I'll pound you to death," M'lara screamed at Yar, and finally the blond's 
mouth somehow responded. Despite all the pain, her shattered face and her semi-conscious state, Yar 
began taking her tongue and slowly lapping at M'lara's offering. The Klingon was already open like a 
flower and pussy juice was running down both inner thighs before Yar's tongue even began its work, but 
her flicking tongue gave M'lara even more pleasure as she arched her back and raised her head ' 
screaming in the direction of the lights above the ring as orgasm after orgasm thundered through her 
huge and strong body. 
The pounding of the massive Klingon woman's pussy onto her face brought new waves of pain to Yar, 
but she had no other options ' if she stopped her tongue probing, M'lara would inflict more 
punishment on her and she was in no condition to defend against any attack. So she lapped away, 
hoping to please her conquerer and hoping the abuse ' both from M'lara's gloves and her pussy ' would 
soon end. 
It did soon enough as M'lara finally raised her sex off Yar's face, looking down at her beaten adversary 
with her gloves still on her hips, her pussy juices still dripping onto Yar and mixing with the blood that 
still ran from her crushed nose, her disfigured mouth and the cuts around her eyes. 
"Time for a little tongue of my own," M'lara said, a malevolent grin on her face as she moved down Yar's 
beaten body and kneeled between the Enterprise champ's spread legs, before picking her legs up and 
placing them on her strong shoulders. If Yar had been at her fighting strength, she could easily have 
locked in her deadly scissors around M'lara's head and neck ' an unbreakable hold that she'd used 
many times before with her thunderously strong thighs. But now, Yar could barely move and could 
barely focus on what was happening to her as M'lara pulled her up high and clamped her own strong 
arms around Yar's legs, holding her pussy near her salivating mouth. 
"Here's how a Klingon does it," M'lara said just before her tongue shot out from between her lips. And 
even in her dazed state, Yar saw that it was like no human tongue. It was fuller, rounder and apparently 
harder, with a head on the end that looked almost like a male penis. 
"Our males have such big dicks," M'lara said from around her still-hardening tongue, "this is our weapon 
against them when we have sex fights." 
Almost immediately, M'lara's tongue shot out and slammed Yar's pussy lips, moving with such speed 
and force that it jolted the blond's entire body. A smile crossed M'lara's face around that tongue, which 
she quickly used to pound Yar's snatch two more times, punishing her and beginning to penetrate into 
her wet pussy. 
Yar was jarred back to consciousness by what could only be described as M'lara's tongue punches, and 
the feeling wasn't that different from a gloved fist slamming into her crotch ' only smaller. But the 
Klingon was only starting to show what her tongue was capable of, as she began pounding it into Yar's 
pussy as hard ' and as fast ' as a jackhammer. Several times each second, Yar felt her pussy being 
punched like a piston, so fast she couldn't breathe '. BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM! 
The combination of pain and pleasure was quickly too much for the human to endure as her blood-
curdling screams echoed off the walls, and a mix of blood and pussy juice shot out of her ravaged 
opening. She was soon out cold again, barely breathing by the time M'lara withdrew her powerful 
appendage from Yar's pussy, and if she had been conscious she would have seen it revert to its normal 
flaccid state ' just like those male dicks after they can't keep up with me, she would have thought. 
M'lara threw Yar's legs back to the canvas as she stood up, her feet still between Yar's legs, and gave 
Yar's bleeding pussy two hard kicks before stepping away and walking over to Yar's corner, leaning over 
to put her face near the captain's. 
"Let us know when she's ready to fight again," she said. "Maybe we'll tag-team next time ' Alia and I 
against the two of you. Or maybe I'll take both of you on at the same time ' that way you might have a 
chance against me." 
M'lara quickly raised her gloves to the ceiling and laughed loudly as she turned to head back to her 
corner. Alia was waiting there to congratulate her ' and was already thinking about more ways to use 
the Enterprise crew to satisfy herself and her new partner. Her juices started flowing just from the 
thought.