This incident between Worf and Troi is no more than a vignette,
and by some people's standards, a fairly violent vignette at that. 
But I wrote it, and since it's already in text, I thought perhaps
someone else might like to read it.  ;)

If you're offended by reasonably rough sex, overtones of
dominance, and a complete lack of plot, please don't read any
further.  If however this strikes you as a good thing, knock
yourself out.



Tempted Too Far by Mercutio (mercutio@europa.com)


With her empathic senses, Troi could tell that Worf wasn't going
to actually hurt her.  Not that it mattered.  She *knew* that
anyway, didn't expect an attack here, not on the Enterprise, not
from him.  And yet...

There was a harder edge to his feelings, the sense that he wanted
this, wanted it violently.

She'd been taunting him all evening at the party.  Not quite
provocatively.  Their relationship had always been very romantic,
if by romantic you meant that neither partner knew what was
going on...

Then this.

She laid spreadeagle on the bed, fully clothed, in uniform.  His
hand was still on her ass, pushing her firmly into the bed.

"Stay there," he ordered gruffly, in a tone that could not be
argued with.  "Don't make a sound."

She wanted to ask what was going on.  But she *knew*.  And
knew that he wasn't going to stop for her pleasure, knew that her
teasing had finally led them *here*.

And then, abruptly, the bottom of her uniform was torn off,
exposing her bare buttocks to the air.  She could feel it, cool on
her overheated skin.

He jerked her legs further apart, having torn off what he didn't
need of the concealing cloth, by brute strength or force of arms.

And then he was entering her, without preliminaries or
lubrication, without a single word, hand under her hips, raising
her up as his cock sunk deeply into her ass.

It hurt terribly and she bit her lip, willing herself not to cry out.

He'd told her not to make a sound.

But he was thrusting into her over and over again, without mercy,
without thought of her pleasure, without thought of anything at all
except his own desire.  She could tell that, could feel his lustful,
hungry thoughts as he *took* what he wanted, what she had been
teasing him with.

And it hurt.  She felt tears stinging her eyes, felt the blanket
under her face.  It hurt, but it also felt overwhelming, what he
was feeling and the pain-pleasure rush of being mastered, being
taken.

And then he was grabbing onto her hips with tight, bruising
force, thrusting even harder, coming, and she could *feel* it, and
it was enough, and not enough all at once, and she wanted to cry
with the frustration and the pain.

He pulled out of her, and moved away.  She didn't move.  He
hadn't told her she could move.

A firm hand patted her ass as if he owned it, and his words were
all the reward she needed.  "Very good.  You were a very good
little girl."


-the end-