Title: BYZANTINE 3
Author: R Schultz ( cousindream@aol.com )
Fandom: Star Trek
Series: Alternate Universe VOYAGER
Code: f/m, f/f, f/f/f
Pairing: 7/others
Rating: NC-17
Warning! Kinky stuff here. A whole lotta it.
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DISCLAINER: Wealthy middle-aged white guys at Paramount own Trek. (May 12/2003 - Anyone besides me notice how ViaCom was telling Congress how they're lean mean fighting machines and aren't giving too much money to their higher fatcat executives? No one is mentioning the 60 to 200 Million dollars they've squirreled away in offshore accounts). I'm just borrowing the characters for debauched and degrading and whole lottsa wholesome fun-type sex. Story mine under Berne International Copyright Laws. 42,000 words, this part 6600 words long, April, 2003.
Warning: This fiction includes graphic descriptions of sexual acts. If this interrupts your site-to-site transport, do not read. All those residing in thought-free or censored communities or countries are not allowed to read this. Your masters have declared smut is bad for you. Your masters are always right.
Written for Round X of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest and kinky people, will be archived at the ASCEML.
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by R Schultz
[[ CHAPTER THREE OF SIX ]]
Summary: Seven received a poem two days ago. Stuck to her bio-catsuit by an unknown person while she regenerated. She is investigating. While she is investigating she is discovering the joys of interpersonal cohabitation. Copulation. She likes it.
CLEFT: - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
B'Elanna had given me a code word, and asked me to see her in HoloDeck Two for a late lunch. I presumed the snack she had in mind was me.
The Captain accepted my absence from the Bridge for forty-five minutes in the early afternoon. We had entered the first systems of the LakkLor Symposium. The inhabitants raised no objections so long as we were just passing through, and bypassed their core systems. The Captain eyed me warily as I left, my shoulder bag firmly grasped.
The HoloDeck had become a seraglio scene from a thousand and one nights. B'Elanna was sitting on a holo-throne, in the midst of a bejeweled chamber of vast dimensions. It had a heavy scent of patchouli. Four dark Bajoran slave girls waved feathery fans behind the throne's occupant, and two more hurried to pile gaudy pillows in front of the throne. B'Elanna gleamed with the oils two human girls were smearing over her body. The lighting was muted, though beams of sunlight entered through windows at the top of the chamber's dome.
The throne had padded wings, upon which B'Elanna's legs were splayed wide. She was as naked as only a female could be. I could smell her arousal as soon as I entered the HoloDeck.
A blond haired human male, who looked exactly like Tom Paris, was slowly penetrating B'Elanna, masturbating her with a long curved piece of phallic-shaped wood which was dripping with oils.
"Slave," she grinned at me, "My wish is for you to please me. Kneel in front of me and apply your worthless slave's lips to my precious body. But first undress!"
"Your wish is my command, Mistress," I said, bowing my head. Once I was nude, from my shoulder bag I retrieved the black leather dildo with the long rough seam on it's bottom surface. B'Elanna was fascinated by it. Once I had securely mounted the sex toy in my crotch, B'Elanna bade me come closer. She massaged and felt it, grinning happily all the while.
"You brought me a brand new toy, sweetie!" Then she leaned back, regaining her haughty look.
"First you must use your worthless lips on me, slave," she sneered. In a more eager tone of voice she whispered; "Then you can use that bloody ugly thing of yours in me." She giggled.
I knelt in front of her, enjoying the sights and smells of sexually excited genetically mixed human and Klingon female. The Tom Paris slave used his hands to spread B'Elanna's sex more open for me, and incidentally, to tighten the flesh around her already erect clitoris.
Initially I rubbed two fingers on either side of her clit, kneading and working it, knowing it must feel like any further manipulation would force it to be so hot and hard her flesh would sizzle and blacken. B'Elanna was lubricating copiously.
She grabbed my bun and forced my willing face to her steaming wet sex. It was enjoyable having oral sex with a female. More enjoyable than fellation. Though only a few percentile points more so.
B'Elanna was delicious. The sensual-appearing oils were cloying in taste, but my spirited licking quickly brought fresh fluid oozing from B'Elanna's vagina. My mouth, lips and tongue promptly spread them all over her mound and groin. I knew we were both wetting the pillow under B'Elanna's rear. My saliva and her vaginal fluids.
"Se - ee- ee- , ah, sla -- slave, keep doing that .... that"
B'Elanna took only one hundred and twenty-eight seconds to come on my face, lips, teeth and tongue. It pleased me that I could make her come so promptly. B'Elanna enjoyed my cunnilingual attentions. This was much more pleasing than fighting with her in Engineering. She moaned and then cried aloud in her spasms.
As she panted into my face, I rose up and let Tom Paris guide my dildo into the spasming flesh of B'Elanna. B'Elanna and I kissed repeatedly as I slid my long misshapen dildo in and out of her.
I was drunk from the richness of her sexual aroma. She came at least twice more for me, and they were long drawn out orgasms, stretching her responses to her limits. Perhaps a more accurate assessment would be that she came once I fucked her hard with my dildo, and she was unable to stop coming until her biological system malfunctioned into panting collapse.
She ejaculated on my dildo and on me, leaving trails of orgasmic fluid trickling down my legs and onto the HoloPillows my knees rested on. The HoloDeck would reek of ripe rich female come juice for the next user.
Unfortunately time was lacking for more. I regained my raiment, and then had to assist B'Elanna in 'getting her act together'. B'Elanna had been deeply moved by our 'afternoon delight'. So much so I had to guide her clothed but erratic body out of the HoloDeck and to the nearby Gymnasium showers.
Once there I undressed her and stuck her under a spray of icy frigid water which made her scream. Then a luke-warm shower. She was coming out of her sexual funk by then, and thanked me for my assistance. I hurriedly washed my face of B'Elanna's effluvia and made for the Bridge.
I was four minutes late. Captain Janeway pointed this out to me, and stopped in mid-sentence before she could ask what took me so long. A new expression came to her face as she leaned close to me to smell the lingering scent of half-Klingon ejaculate. I was aware that B'Elanna's aroma of come was thick in my hair and on my facial skin.
It excited me to know that Captain Janeway knew quite well that I had just completed successful oral sex with another female. Even a completely straight woman, such as Kathryn (especially of her age and obvious experience), must be able to identify the fresh spendings of a lesbian encounter.
Two hours and eleven minutes later, when the Captain and I were in the Bridge Astrometrics niche, standing close together, her face changed and her nostrils widened. She took a series of pronounced and definite sniffs of my face, her eyes again growing wide and a strange look coming to her face. She was wondering anew who it was I had just had sex with.
"Seven, if I didn't know better...." She did not continue. It was obvious she could detect B'Elanna still on me, but she could not immediately identify who it was I had met. She periodically snuck sidelong looks at me for the rest of the shift. I surmised she might check computer to find which females in the crew were away from their duty stations in the time of my encounter. She would then realize that it might be someone from another shift who I had met, leaving her still wondering.
She could not easily tell who my sexual partner had been. She might query Computer, however unlikely that might be. Captain Janeway prided herself on non-interference when it came to crew members personal and sex lives.
It pleased me to flaunt my sexual adventuring before her in such a restrained and subtle manner. I was not sure why.
FUGUE: - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"There is indeed much of the Ocelot about you," I told Chakotay.
"You refer to the proper form of my name," he smiled.
"It is a much more usable form of address than your tribal name, "Chal-de-ketch-shwae-dotae," I replied. "The shortened version is much more efficient."
He appreciated my dress. My breasts were barely restrained in an ingeniously engineered holding system, and only my matching green silk shoes were visible at the hem. The wide gown straps left the rest of me open for display. The blue-green silk clung to my form, emphasizing my exaggerated female shape. Available data sources indicated I was 'one smokin' bitch' when wearing it. As it's single purpose was to attract the male of the species, I presumed it to be marvelously effective.
We attempted small talk, but my skills in this field are still woefully meagre. Thereafter I prompted the Commander to talk of his days in the Academy, his first ship and his joining the Maquis. Curiosity further prompted me to ask him about B'Elanna. He looked me in the eye and said; "We were never lovers."
I was never before 'curious' about the interpersonal relationships between B'Elanna and Chakotay.
"We were both more than a little caught up in the nobility of our cause, the mechanics and logistics of guerrilla warfare, and taking care of the desperate souls fighting with us."
"Was it not illogical to fight the Cardassians at this time?"
"Yes," he said, "but if not at that time, when? Or where? There seemed no better time to fight them than at that moment. If we fought the Cardassians when our cause was just, perhaps we might prompt a renewal of the Federation-Cardassian war. So we fought.
"If not for the Dominion War we've now become embroiled in, it is probable that the Federation would have fought the Cardassian Empire. The previous Cardassian war was an unfinished one, and we Maquis sought to prompt it's resolution."
"You were willing to die for 'maybes'," I noted.
"We do the best we can," he sadly said. "And sometimes we make the wrong choices."
In the light of subsequent events, particularly the probable near-extermination of the Marquis, he felt his personal choice had been flawed.
I wondered if one of his regrets involved the Caretaker and it's array?
There was more than a trace of the fanatic about Chakotay, as well as a strong belief in Kismet. The inevitability of things. That is irrational. The workings of the universe is predicated on a Games Theory beyond the understanding of the Computer. To ascribe its workings to 'fate' is a way of evading continued observation and the continuing effort which might eventually make comprehension possible.
I left soon after. Chakotay had his meditations to perform, his awakened memories to subdue. At least he kissed me on the lips, as I left. He was aroused by the feel of my skin, though he kept his erection from rubbing against me. I must count this evening as a successful first step in my program of seduction. Tuvok and I were to meet tomorrow, but Chakotay said he would be pleased to have me visit the evening after.
That was acceptable.
I debated changing back into my bio-catsuit, but decided not to. I had two and a half hours before B'Elanna would in all probability be free to meet me.
Susan Nicoletti responded to my CommBadge hail immediately.
INSTRUMENTATION: - - - - - - - - - - - -
Susan Nicoletti was leaning against the entrance to her bed chamber when I entered. Her smile became pronounced as I paused and slowly twirled for her view. She enjoyed the gown and the 'ripe' body filling it.
She called me to her, and I slowly walked to her. I left my shoes in the main room and smiled at her. I smile a great deal now. I am becoming assimilated by the human collective. It pleased me that the scent of our bodies was so strong. My groin tightened as she brushed the front of my gown with the back of her hand. I redirected her hand to my nipples so that she might enjoy the stiffness there. She worked my nipples through the material of my dress. That was pleasant. Our combined scent of vaginal lubricity grew stronger.
Susan was dressed in a nearly-transparent black nightgown. It parted easily for my exploratory hand, allowing my fingers to weave themselves in her pubic hairs. She was very moist. That pleased me. She wished to have sex with me.
I penetrated her and she groaned into our first kiss. She asked how long I could stay. Somehow she had ascertained that our assignation tonight was not to be a lengthy one.
Most of the cabin was darkened, and she quickly undressed me as we neared her bed. Beds are good.
We quickly devolved into two females frenziedly mating. She came easily on my mouth, and I on hers. She still exhibited lack of control when orally stimulating me. She licked me erratically, but with great gusto.
The purpose of her having an archaic brass bedstead became clear once she moved us to our next stage of the night's abandon.
Susan first had me kneel on my hands and knees, with my hands outstretched to the corner posts. She then handcuffed me to those two upper posts of the bedstead. Susan Nicoletti was in a very Dominant mode tonight. If Susan wished to be my Daddy, this was eminently acceptable. I anticipated much sexual pleasure from her.
First she spanked me vigorously. Quite energetically for twenty to eighty seconds, and more slowly thereafter. She brought out a device termed a nipple clamp. Two small devices connected by a small flexible chain. Each minute device was fastened to one of my nipples. Then she dialed up both pressure and biting motions through the controls of each of the devices. She deliberately inflicted pain on my nipples.
As this excited Susan, I accepted her 'punishment'. Available data told me she probably wished to both inflict pain, and receive it. Tonight I would receive pain. This was acceptable. The next time we met I would, in all probability, be allowed to inflict much pain on her. This would sexually inflame Susan.
This was not optimal. Yet I would allow it in order to satisfy my sexual partner.
On my hands and knees on her bed, my wrists cuffed to the bedposts, I was now 'helpless'. I could have broken my restraints at any time, but it pleased Nicoletti to physically abuse and dominate me.
Having established the parameters as to which of us was the Top and who was the Bottom, we proceeded to vigorous copulation. Susan abused me verbally, and continued spanking my butt. This hurt, but it pleased my latest lover. This was satisfactory.
She inserted new large anal beads, procured especially for me by Susan. She then displayed a half-dozen self-seating dildos to me for comparison. I chose the "Twisting Terror", a long model with twenty cancerous growths about it's head. It's coloration matched Susan's skin.
It excited me to be 'helpless', and watch as Susan carefully seated the Risan dildo in her groin. When she knelt behind me she prodded me eleven times with the head of the dildo before she finally fucked me with it.
First she lubricated my sex, and the dildo. Then she copulated furiously with me for seventy-one minutes. The "Twisting Terror" moved vigorously within me as we copulated. I came five times. Whenever I made my orgasm known, she pulled out the anal beads. The combined sensations of both orifices being sexually titillated was pleasurable. She would then re-insert clean anal beads.
I then told her we had to cease and desist. She was heart-broken to find our sex session at an end. She wanted me to abuse and penetrate her numerous times. She had a bag containing fifteen more new clean anal bead chains. Susan was into 'kinky' sex, at least into sex with anal beads. This was acceptable.
Having some time to spare, I suggested one energetic 'romp' before I left. I wore the "Twisting Terror" in my groin, lubricated Susan's ass, and we copulated spiritedly. Susan masturbated assiduously as I 'butt-fucked' her. Susan's first orgasm was two hundred and nineteen seconds after penetration. The second orgasm occurred at the end of the next additional nine minutes and forty-four seconds.
Susan Nicoletti enjoyed anal sex. Butt fucking her was enjoyable. Not only because it pleased Susan, but because it made me feel Dominant. Top-Bottom 'games' are acceptable if my sexual partner of the moment feels gratified in playing them.
I left her cabin with my abused nipples still in an erect and angry red condition. They poked out into my gown, and were easily visible to any passer-by.
I proceeded immediately to B'Elanna's cabin. She had put Miral to bed by this time, and was waiting for me. She, too, was in a Dominant mood this night. I had a strong aroma of female orgasmic fluid on my skin, but she failed to question what I had been doing prior to our rendezvous. Perhaps she interpreted the scent as proof I had been masturbating during the time when she had been being both maternal and caring for her child.
She now wore a black leather corset, long-heeled black leather shoes and a new black-leather dildo, the twin to the one in my own personal effects shoulder bag. Obviously I was not the only female on VOYAGER who enjoyed this model, with it's overly large and ragged 'seam' in it's underside. Her fetishistic apparel was more than acceptable. It excited me to view her in it, in large part because I knew she wore it in order to titillate me.
After she had me strip, she 'forced' me to vigorously fellate her black leather dildo. This presented some difficulties, as it's odd shape and altogether large diameter was not easily 'sucked'.
Afterwards we copulated furiously on the carpet, as soon after the lubricant was applied as we could. B'Elanna enjoyed giving me 'a good ride'. She interposed her obscenities with many kisses and words of love. She lifted my breasts with one hand and bit my nipples as I had my first orgasm. I presumed she knew when I reached my peak of sexual excitement. From long experience, B'Elanna 'knew how to take care of her baby'.
After my first orgasm, she put me on my hands and knees. She spanked me repeatedly. My breasts ached as they dangled underneath me. When she eventually inserted her dildo, she bent tightly over my ass and fondled my breasts, paying especial attention to my hurting nipples. Having sex 'doggie fashion' was good.
After I had orgasmed the second time, she began leaning forward and whispering in my ear how she could smell another woman on me. She was upset at not being my only female sex partner. B'Elanna also correctly identified this other lesbian lover as Susan Nicoletti. Knowing this made B'Elanna copulate more furiously than before. She was competing for my 'attentions'.
After my fourth orgasm, she put much lubricant on my sexual parts and upon her right hand. With some difficulty she induced my vagina to accept her entire fist.
Once I knew what she was doing, I loosened the 'fit'. I came two more times on her fist, including the wonderful come I experienced when she removed her bunched fist from my body. By that time B'Elanna was approaching the limits of even her half-Klingon stamina.
After B'Elanna removed her black leather panty-dildo, she licked and sucked my vagina, labia and clitoris from behind. I did not orgasm. This oral servicing was in the nature of her being gentle to me after a period of rough sex and domination.
Fisting is good. It is fortunate that I have such perfect control of my body. That facilitated my first fisting greatly, as my vaginal opening could be loosened and tightened at will. I anticipated many more successful fistings. Even by males. Men's hands were larger, but I should in all probability enjoy a fisting by a large-handed male as well.
Perhaps B'Elanna's fistings would be more 'fun', as she did not have to overcome much resistance, her fists being smaller. My vagina would open widely for her fisting. I enjoyed her fisting, at least when sufficient lubricant was applied in advance.
After our that, B'Elanna forgave me for having sex with Susan Nicoletti. We lay together and kissed, as well as fondled and caressed. We masturbated each other slowly and without intent. Finally B'Elanna removed her clothes and lay back on the floor. We lay and rubbed our bodies together, exciting each other with fingers and lips. This culminated in my orally pleasing B'Elanna one more time.
B'Elanna was now in a romantic mood. She said she loved me. I replied that I did not love her, and did not know if I ever could love another human. I enjoyed sex with her and esteemed her greatly, but did not love. I told her I presumed I would know it when I did finally 'love' another.
I was still naked when her cabin door whisked closed behind me.
She was upset.
I dressed and went to my alcove for regeneration. I set controls to allow my body regeneration until forty minutes before my start of shift. My body needed all the regeneration it could obtain, tonight. Excessive copulating taxed my body. Sex is good.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
When I awoke, Mister Kim was waiting for me. I agreed to a noon-time assignation. I then immediately proceeded to Astrometrics.
During the course of my shipboard day, we were chased by three ships who demanded we stop for customs inspection. We sped away from them at high warp speed.
Mister Kim and I copulated once more on the floor of the vacant cabin. This unused cabin now has a lingering scent of successful sexual congress. Mister Kim again asked if I would be his 'girl'. He was quite distressed at my continued refusals, but attempted to present a facade of acceptance and personal balance.
He is unable to accept the notion that we may fuck constantly, but are not emotionally bonded. I have not yet discovered my one true love. Available data suggests I shall know him -- or her -- when the moment is opportune.
If necessary I shall have sex with everyone present aboard VOYAGER. This would determine who is my most compatible sexual and emotional partner. It would also give me many orgasms as I investigate. Sex is good.
Unfortunately B'Elanna is angry at me. She is also angry at Susan Nicoletti. I was present in Engineering three times during my shift, and at each entrance discovered both females having acrimonious debates and threatening physical harm to the other.
Captain Janeway summoned me to the Ready Room, and after a few expected pleasantries, asked me if I was aware of the state of near open warfare existing between B'Elanna and Lt. Nicoletti.
I stated I was aware of their present ill feelings towards each other.
The Captain asked me if I knew what the Hell had happened.
I stated that I did not know for a certainty, but that it was probable their troubling state arose over sexual conflicts.
When Captain Janeway asked me to elucidate, I explained that both had been energetically copulating with me, and it was probable that the one was now each jealous of the other.
Captain Janeway's face turned a distinctly ill shade of red, and she shook minutely for forty-two seconds. She then cradled her face into her folded arms and mumbled that I was dismissed. I left her Ready Room and went back to Astrometrics.
B'Elanna briefly visited me there. She involuntarily distorted her facial muscles, then briefly sobbed into her folded hands. She asked me how I could do that to her. She did not define 'that'. I adjudged silence was my best response. She glared at me for fifty-two seconds, then turned on her heel and left.
B'Elanna is half Klingon. Perhaps that accounts for her disproportionate response. Yet Lt. Nicolette arrived in Astrometrics eleven minutes later, and a second occurrence much like the one just played out with B'Elanna took place before my astonished eyes. She asked how I could betray her as I had.
I could not escape the impression that each in turn blamed me for their chaotic emotional state, yet I could not conceive of just exactly how it was that I had 'betrayed' each of them.
My understanding of the human collective is obviously incorrect in some degree.
Available data suggested that if I let each of them 'cool off' for a 'while', we would be able to resume copulating. I enjoyed copulating with B'Elanna and Nicoletti. Lesbian sex is good.
I think.
FORTISSIMO: - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Tuvok had already changed to his meditation caftan when I arrived in his cabin.
He warned me that his attempts to retrieve the personalities of assimilated Vulcans from my collective memories might be both personally painful and ultimately fruitless.
I stated I was aware this might become nothing more than a 'fishing expedition'. I was also aware that unwished side effects might result in the wake of this attempt. Yet I was adamant that the attempt must be made.
In an attempt to be honest, I warned I was also aware that he, Tuvok, was also at risk. He accepted the possibility of risk.
When I asked for a meditation caftan like his own, he procured one of his thigh-length garments from his bedroom. He did not stare as I disrobed in his presence, but neither did he avert his presence or eyes. My nudity was simply -- there.
When questioned, he stated that my body, despite the visible implants in belly and inside of thigh, was a sublimely perfect example of what was considered the physical ideal for the female half of Homo sapiens, including my oversized and prodigious mammary adjuncts. Therefore it was, in his opinion, and according to present human paradigms, beautiful.
He added that Vulcan women were not so concerned about their 'beauty' as humans. Yet as perfect health and physical conditioning was both optimal and therefore desirable, such a superb physical condition was also a paradigm in the Vulcan societal norm.
I draped the caftan over my nudity and sat tailor fashion opposite Tuvok. Tuvok sat for ninety-five seconds looking into my eyes, but doing nothing else. After that he began speaking a meditation mantra aloud, seeking to draw me into it's center.
As he continued to talk, I could not avoid being attuned to the patterns of non-self implicit in the chants. Deliberately I sought calm. Stillness, perfection, disassociation. My mind began to follow numerous lines of thought to logical conclusions. My mind found theorems to test, mathematics to study and learn from, conclusions to find at the end of lengthy logic trees.
It was with surprise that I discovered Tuvok's hands were already touching the front sides of my face and head. Without words I accepted him into the endless lines of formulation, knowing he swam through my intellect as did I.
We were not one. But we were now approaching oneness. It was good.
In the collective, the sounds of other voices was a white noise to each of us. A drone that might be instantly accessible upon need. In the mind meld the buzz of distant millions acquired a steadier voice, and I languished in the comfort of my fellow assimilated drones.
One was called to the surface. He had been unconscious when he joined the collective, and he had awoken to the wash of nearly countless voices. He had been Vulcan. If he had been awake and in control of himself, he would have self-terminated when nanoprobes were introduced to his biosystem.
Now he spoke for many long hours to Tuvok, and I felt the strength grow and warm as this individual explained himself. If possible Tuvok would convey this personality intact to his home planet, this giving victory over the Borg by this one Vulcan.
I felt the elation within Tuvok, the cording of mental muscles, the very human pattern of achievement and satisfaction.
It had been eight minutes and eighteen seconds.
Tuvok slid his touch deep into my collective memory and touched another Vulcan.
And another.
And another.
In the end he touched forty-one, but was only able to salvage two other males who had been unconscious when assimilated. Of the rest, twenty-five had been female, but they had all self-finished under the duress of assimilation, and were all incomplete. If Tuvok ever returned to Vulcan, he would place them in the sad repository of those lost forever to the race. They would be mourned, but at least their fates would be known. There would be an end to their personal and individual stories.
Then Tuvok swam onto the bright glow of a Vulcan female, complete and whole.
I/We/She conversed with Tuvok, drawing into the other with the satisfaction implicit in the great society of all Vulcans.
"Other," I/We/She said, "I feel within you the encroaching needs of our cycle." Tuvok agreed, face to face contact easy between equals in the meld.
"I/We/She is female and I/We/She is willing to aid you in overcoming this known and familiar threat."
"I am married," Tuvok MindSpoke to Me/Us/Her.
"You are far, though never parted. This is good. Your cycle approaches and your mate cannot be present. This is without positive attributes. Custom states I/We/She may bond with you in this moment of crisis."
"I am married."
"It is illogical to resist. I/We/She is willing.
"Take Me/Us/Her."
"I am one with my wife."
It is illogical to deny the needs of the flesh when the needs may be satisfied without harm."
We lay upon the floor as he surrendered to My/Our/Her logic. As a normal Vulcan woman, I lubricated easily, opening my body to the needs of My/Our/Her fellow Vulcan. Tuvok mouthed the ritual words and I mouthed the very necessary and ritual replies, accepting him into the cleansing and saving crucible of My/Our/Her Vulcan female body.
It were right so to do. It was custom.
It were both My/Our/Her duty and My/Our/Her joy to achieve physical release with him as We/I/She came with this male.
I/We/She is a good Vulcan. I/We/She enjoys both helping and cleansing, saving and uniting of flesh.
I/We/She lay open and warm as Tuvok began once more the cycle of uniting. I/We/She once more cried in the passions and joys of fulfillment's with him as he cried aloud.
I/We/She all passed ..... time, in that fashion.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
The chirking of my communicator awoke me.
I/We/She lay under the lean weight of Tuvok. The second chirk aligned me with my physical reality. The third awakened the inner me that was apart from the We that had .... With Tuvok.
Fornicated, fucked, loved, saved, communicated with, understood, aligned, serviced, endeared with Tuvok.
We were still on the carpeted floor. With a small amount of stretching, I could grasp my communicator. Tuvok was kissing the side of my face, and I could feel his hardness filling me and I knew we were once more in the opening movements of another mating. My body welcomed it, but I knew I was also feeling battered and used. My internal clock was off-line, and I had no idea of the real time. The StarBows outside Tuvok's cabin windows were of no help whatsoever, of course.
"Seven here," I managed to say into my badge.
"Seven....", Captain Janeway began, hesitated, then continued. "You are in Mister Tuvok's cabin, and it is over an hour since the beginning of shift...."
"Exact time, please, Captain." She told me to the part-minute, and I carefully reset my internal clock.
My emotions were responding, along with my body, to the incessant metronome of Tuvok's hard flesh inside me. It was marginally difficult to talk coherently to my Captain.
"Mister Tuvok is with me, Captain, but he is ....uhnnh... not able to respond himself, not at this moment in time. May I take a message for him?"
Pause. Captain Janeway spoke in a lower and raspier tone, no doubt trying to speak only to me.
"Just what the hell is going on there, Seven?" she asked. "Is Tuvok well? Should I transport him to SickBay? What is the damned matter...? Is that him grunting in the ....."
She was silent for fourteen seconds, then she spoke five distinct swear words. "What the fuck are You up to, Seven?"
"Captain," I interjected, "prior to my rescue from the Borg, you had a small crisis brought on by the patterns of life of a member of your crew..."
"What the Hell...?"
"B'Elanna was infected and was trapped on the surface of a planet..."
"I've got it," the Captain replied. "Am I to take it such an untimely fever has struck another member of my crew?"
"Yes, Captain." Tuvok's grunts in the background were becoming louder. "A fever." My thigh muscles corded as I inched closer to release.
"And you're ....." She stopped. Then cursed again a number of times. Seven times.
"Very well, Seven. I shall put both of you on Sick Leave until further notice. Understood?"
"Understood," I answered. "I shall comfort Mister Tuvok while he is sick. I hope we shall both be fit for duty again very soon."
"I hope so," Captain Janeway returned. "Over and out."
I supposed she meant the conversation was at an end. I laid my communicator badge upon my discarded biocatsuit, and returned my attention to Mister Tuvok.
Feeling no particular involvement in this phase of his release and cure, I debated my next move. A hand underneath me affirmed my initial supposition that my groin was covered in Vulcan ejaculate, and a considerable pool of the material had accumulated underneath my buttocks.
My vagina was well lubricated with the substance, so there was still no tearing or pain from Tuvok's incessant copulation. Yet I was now physically uncomfortable from hours underneath him.
Weighing my options, I interrupted his act of coitus long enough to force him to withdraw his penis from inside me. I then twisted about and lowered my mouth to his erection. With the aid of skilled digital manipulation and prolonged use of my mouth on his stiff dark Vulcan flesh, eventually Tuvok managed to ejaculate again. I had fellated him for eight minutes and forty seconds. Possibly his body had already passed crisis point.
In any event it was logical to remain and copulate further with Tuvok. I felt proud to have been able to help a shipmate in his hour of need. I also felt physically depleted by a night of what had been most likely endless copulation. I had no idea how often Tuvok had come inside me, but the size of the puddle on his rug argued it had been many times.
It felt very welcome to now be on my side.
Tuvok gave no sign of losing his erection, however, and I surmised that I had some hours yet of sexual activity ahead of me. I shall see this endeavor to the end.
This was acceptable. Tuvok was undoubtedly a vital member of the crew, as well as personally important to my Captain. I would sacrifice my demanding schedule and possible comfort in order to alleviate Tuvok of his Vulcan difficulty.
I did not know, however, how much longer this would take.
I did know, though, that we were going to move this activity to his bed. Enough on the floor already.
Now that I had regained my sense of self, it was time to see how satisfying my mouth and hands might be for Tuvok. Available data suggested Tuvok's needs would be as readily satisfied in that fashion as any other.
Fortunately Tuvok must eventually reach an end of his needs. I shall then regenerate in my alcove.
I pulled Tuvok to bed, my hand never leaving his stiff male penis. Much labor lay ahead of me before my task was done. However, it comforted me to know that no more of it would occur on the carpet.