Title: BYZANTINE 4
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
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Disclaimer: Wealthy middle-aged white guys at Paramount own Trek. I'm just borrowing the characters for debauched sex and wholesome fun. Story mine under Berne Laws. In excess of 42,000 words when complete, this Chapter 7000 words long, April, 2003.
Warning: This fiction includes graphic descriptions of sexual acts, lesbian, hetero and kinky. If this interrupts your site-to-site transport, do not read. All those residing in a thought-free or censored community or country are not allowed to read any of this. Go away. Your masters have declared smut is bad for you. Your masters are always right. Ask them.
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by R Schultz
[[ CHAPTER FOUR OF SIX ]]
Summary: Seven received a poem days ago. Stuck to her bio-catsuit by an unknown person while she regenerated. She has been investigating. While she is investigating she is discovering the joys of interpersonal cohabitation. Copulation. She likes it. There are, however, difficulties to doing it a great deal and without thought to consequences.
HARMONICS, Additions------------------------
Tuvok was once more in control of himself. At least in part, at least at times. I'd used his shower to clean myself of the inevitable smears and residue of our non-stop thirty hours of copulation. He watched me dressing myself now, and the light of sanity glinted in his brown eyes.
"You will return," he stated, rather than asked. He asked me in Vulcan, and the part of me still dominated by long-dead T'Rona immediately answered in kind.
"I will return," I said. Yesterday I had been submerged by the personality of T'Rona. Yesterday was for the most part lost to me, for it was not entirely me that saved Tuvok. Yesterday T'Rona possessed me and enjoyed Tuvok. Yesterday I had copulated with Tuvok in his hour of imminent need. Incessantly. Yesterday and all the night before.
T'Rona orgasmed many times. After a measure of sanity and self returned to me, I too had enjoyed Tuvok's state of perpetual tumescence. However, my body was undeniably abused. A rare state to find myself in. On this occasion my nanoites were unable to repair my body as swiftly and as well as required. My private parts were now sore.
Fortunately Tuvok's Blood Fever was abating, and Tuvok was saved from a Pon Farr. Or close to that state of salvation. That was laudatory. Tuvok was a valued member of VOYAGER's crew and as I had now come to realize, a friend to me.
Now we had also shared sexual intimacy, and my understanding of him was greatly enlarged. Now I had brought Tuvok through his crises of imminent Pon Farr, and my aid to Tuvok brought me great pleasure. Now I needed to regenerate.
He adjusted himself on the bed, reaching out a hand to me. I crouched beside him, allowing him to caress me. It was pleasing. I gave him a long caress as well, and leaned over to kiss his shoulder.
This was intimacy and regard. My assimilation into the human collective was proceeding apace with remarkable speed. I had responded automatically, allowing my newly borning emotions to drive my responses.
"Yes, Tuvok", I said, "I shall return". If most of our time together yesterday was with me submerged beneath the persona and being of a dead Vulcan, not all of it was out of my control. My body was sore, especially my sexual organs. But I felt as if a new chapter had been opened in my book of life. The revelation and understanding was well worth my physical discomfort.
How poetic I can now be. How imprecise. I must find time soon so as to talk to the EMH about my progress in humanization.
I quickly returned my Comm badge to it's customary place on the chest of my catsuit. Then I left Tuvok's cabin. I must regenerate, and then I must return. Tuvok may yet have need of my body, and I shall allow him to use it.
Correction: Tuvok will yet need me and my willing body. There is a 77% probability of that occurring.
One hundred and eighty-two minutes later I returned to as quite an unexpected scene as might as have been possible.
APPLAUSE--------------------------- - - - - -
Striding forward, the cabin opened for me, as I had programmed it to do. Immediately upon entering, I observed the Captain fending off the attentions of a Vulcan still in the grip of his Blood Fever. Tuvok was inviting our Captain to join him in his bed. He was nude, erect, and amorous.
It took a dozen seconds for me to observe that the scene had many of the elements of a comic opera. Tuvok was insisting, and Kathryn was declining.
"Do you require assistance in removing your uniform, Captain?"
Her head snapped to the side to look at me, and then her face turned an interesting shade of cerise.
"Dammit, I've quite enough problems already with my Ops Officer trying to drag me into the sack for some fun without you sticking your oar in, Seven!"
She immediately spun to face me, and in that instant Tuvok had lifted her and sat her on the edge of his bed. His hands had already opened her tunic before the Captain recommenced slapping his eager paws away.
"Seven!" she yelped, "give me a damned hand here, will you? I'm desperately in need of some assistance!"
"Of course," I replied. I knelt and removed the Captain's half-boots.
"SEVEN!" This time her plea qualified as a screech.
"You're only making it worse," she complained. "I mean, will you help me restrain Mister Tuvok? He desperately wants to give me some Vulcan loving, and that isn't what I came here for!"
I had come here for some 'Vulcan loving', however. I quickly divested myself of my boots and catsuit, then let down my hair in one practiced movement. Tuvok's eyes swung from a desperately resisting half-undressed Captain to a naked tall blond ex-drone who was obviously both ready and willing to have sexual congress with him. He paused in his efforts to divest our auburn-haired Captain of her clothes.
I gave him a show. Captain Janeway also looked. Stared. She didn't have much choice at the time. I already knew of the strength in Tuvok's hands, and he had yet to release her.
I swayed closer to Tuvok, my hands busy on my own breasts, lifting them, pinching the nipples, exciting them. I took one dark skinned and unresisting hand and placed it in my groin, letting him explore my pubic hairs and cleft. I sat myself down on the edge of his bed, crowding the Captain away from the fixated Vulcan.
He was soon nursing at my breasts, his throat mumbling phrases which I was sure were Vulcan poetry.
My own eyes were fixated on the Captain. Tuvok could wait. He had already done a great deal of the undressing of my dearest Captain.
Her gray issue over shirt had been pulled over her head, and her breasts fell free as her memory bra withdrew into its customary smaller quiescent state. I allowed the now inert fabric to fall to the floor.
She had such beautiful breasts. Large, flowing, inviting dark red auerole the centers of attention. I had come to appreciate the beauty of other women's breasts. My own were immense, cumbersome, overflowing, a parody of what a woman should be adorned with. B'Elanna and Susan had adored my bovine breasts, which was good. However only my innate resistance to further modification of my body kept me from asking the EMH to dispose of half their unnecessary bulk.
Provided, of course, my nanoites even allowed him to perform the necessary surgery.
On the other hand the Captain's breasts were lovely. Perfection. A delight to hold and heft. A joy in my mouth when I leaned forward to suckle their precise perfection. I closed my eyes in response to the pleasure my mouth received from taking them in. Tuvok satisfied himself in fondling me as I turned away from him.
Kathryn's hands were suddenly on my head as she realized what I was doing.
"Seven," she began, "you can't do that. You're a woman."
But her hands were erratic, my mind was in ecstasy, her nipples hardening under the taunting of my teeth lightly chewing them, my tongue licking them. She moaned and shuddered as I sucked harder on her nipples.
"No," she murmured. "Don't do that, Seven. Please don't do that. I mustn't like that too much and you're .... You're .... You're beautiful.
"oh shit," she whispered as her pushing fists transformed into caressing hands and she ran shaking fingers through my unbound blond hair. I lifted her exquisite breasts in turn, feeding them into my adoring mouth. I wished to spend an hour sucking on them. Two hours. Three. Loving them. Adoring them.
Whispering my love to. Not Captain. Not anymore. Kathryn.
When had my admiration for the Captain turned into love?
Insight came to me. Years ago.
My mentor had become my most responsive and trustworthy of friends. Now my Captain had become the woman I most wished always by my side. She who saved me from the Collective and had led me into a new collective where I remained an individual.
In this new collective I had discovered the joys of sex.
Now I recognized love. My love for her. Love was not irrelevant. It was essential. The sight and feel of her had focused my longing into more than lust, the nearness of her had awakened me to what I was missing when she was gone from me.
Her hands became pistons of steel, her resolve desperate. We had both forgotten Tuvok to concentrate on what was happening between us two women.
"Stop!" she commanded. Tuvok was pawing at me, his deranged mind confused as to what had happening or was happening. I was also similarly confused.
"Please," I asked her, "stay with me, don't hold back, let me love you. Please."
The Captain staggered from our bed, her face flushed, panting, disheveled. She grabbed her under blouse and slid it back over her chest. It hurt to see such perfection covered, but I had the incentive now to see all of her remarkable loveliness. She was beauty incarnate, and I wanted her in my arms. Now and forever.
How fast one can find herself in love!
I held out one pleading hand to touch her, caress her, bring her back. Tuvok was still here, Tuvok would yet receive the blessing my body could give him. But already my mind was veering towards my Captain, my guide, the one closest to me. She who was the holder of the keys to my heart.
This was not love at first sight, oh no. It was a love building over years of intimacy and closeness, only now erupting into full-fledged love. Passion.
"I love you," I told her. Somehow believing if she knew that truth then all would be well and she would return to my arms. How human I was, and how foolish!
"No," she replied. "You don't. You just think you do. You've been on a sex rampage the past week or so and you aren't thinking clearly any more."
Suddenly I was standing, reaching out to the small strong woman who had been for so long my beau ideal.
"I love you!" I insisted. She shook her head, hair flying, backing away from my shaking loving hands.
"DON'T SAY THAT!", she commanded. "You're out of your head a little bit, Seven, that's all. In the morning everything will look a hell of a lot clearer."
The Captain snatched her tunic from the floor and dashed from Tuvok's bed chamber. I was disoriented by the speed with which she had fled.
She left behind her half-boots and her bra. She also left behind a naked ex-drone who suddenly felt as if her heart was breaking. All the clichés of human literature were true.
I had told her I loved her. Even so still she had left me. She had left me alone, left me with a disoriented Vulcan still suffering from Blood Fever. I felt empty and cold inside.
The Captain. Kathryn. She had left me. I had told her I loved her, yet it hadn't changed her response. She had left me. She was the very first person I ever loved.
The old clichés regarding love, especially sudden love, or love at first sight, had always appeared a complex delusion to me. Now I knew them to be truth. A painful truth.
I was appalled, yet at the same confident and hopeful. She was my new purpose in life. The one who held me and counseled me and loved me. Today I had told her I loved her, and it had proved not to be enough. But something must be enough. I would discover what that something was.
More was needed besides my love. However, I had not given up. I would discover what else was needed.
I turned back to Tuvok's eager arms, resolving to think further on this matter of my love for the Captain.
Kathryn had not at first resisted my physical loving. Furthermore she had never rejected my love so long as it did not include sex. Yet we had always been more than friends. From the beginning she had been my teacher, my mother, my guide. Now I wished more than that from her.
A truth: today she had returned my physical advances. She had accepted my caresses and my oral worship. I had detected the scent of responding woman about her as I nursed on her glorious breasts. Her nipples had hardened, she had pulled me to her, her hands had found my own breasts.
Her body enjoyed my touch, my teeth, my love. Her body was ready to be my lover. It was her mind that was not ready to respond to another woman's touch. To lesbian love.
Kathryn was denying what her body had revealed. Perhaps she felt the command structure would be in danger if she took a lover. Especially a female lover.
Yes, she had denied the reality her body proclaimed to me. What must I do to bring her to a better understanding of what she needs and wants?
I must think further on this. In the meantime Mister Tuvok eagerly accepted me as I returned to his bed. He needed me and my body, and I would give it to him. Gladly and willingly.
But as I chittered against him, enjoying the sliding fullness of our heterosexual coitus, my mind continued to dwell on the texture and weight of Kathryn's breasts. Their lovely creamy skin tone, her line of neck and ear, her spare lips and noble chin. Her beauty.
I could recall with a pang in my heart how she had appeared during a hundred visits to Astrogation. I berated myself for never touching her before this day. Never kissing her. Never holding her close.
As I came on Tuvok's male hardness my mind dwelled on the many attributes of my Captain. Kathryn Elizabeth Janeway.
CHORUS-----------------------
Chakotay was polite and deferential, restrained, non-reactionary, as he usually was. He held my chair for me, dimmed the lights, had lit candles for our dinner, and asked me to select the music from Computer. I chose Rachmaninoff, and he kissed my bare shoulders as the violins began their first sighs.
The entire ship had been aware, surmised, guessed, that Tuvok and I had done much more than meditate in his cabin for two ship's days. The acuity of my hearing allowed me to hear their whispers of phrases such as 'Pon Farr' and 'fucked like rabbits'.
A remarkable evidence for the existence of human telepathy.
I had fellated Harry Kim for our morning sex, but he could barely restrain himself from asking what Tuvok and I had done for two days. He was excited and jealous at one and the same time. I received little pleasure from our oral coitus, though he tasted bitter, bleachy, warm and delicious as usual. I have come to enjoy the taste.
Pleasure is not irrelevant. But it seems remarkably meaningless now.
The surprise, post Tuvok, was the smile and light caress I received from B'Elanna Torres when she came to the Bridge. She made a bee-line to my Astrometrics station when she exited the turbolift. I did not expect such a reversal of her previously antagonistic attitude.
She smelled sexually excited. My own body immediately responded to that stimuli. I like sex with women.
"Well, Seven, just how is my favorite Borg this morning?"
"I am well," I said, eyeing her smile and stance.
"That's good," she burbled, "because I want to enjoy your company tonight, sometime after shift.
I had already confirmed my 'date' with Chakotay, so I asked if some time after Miral was to bed would be satisfactory. She seemed quite agreeable. This was puzzling, so I asked a question of her.
"Are you not still mad and disappointed over my supposed infidelity with Susan Nicoletti?"
She surprised me by admitting her feelings. "Yes, Seven," she said, "I'm still pissed and hurt, but I'm also busy working my way around that problem. You'll see tonight." She covertly caressed my butt, pinching me and making me flinch in surprise.
"I've got a surprise waiting for you, you'll see." She then quickly flounced from view as she entered the Captain's Ready Room. When she left she gave me a quick leer first. I think B'Elanna was definitely in a Dominant mood. This was acceptable. I could be her bottom, if she wished it.
Yet it was all very confusing.
The Captain called me into the Ready Room next. This I had been expecting, and wondered what would happen. Kathryn was my mentor and savior, and I admired her the many skills and determination she possessed.
But now whenever I saw her I recalled how beautiful she was when partly naked. She was a lovely woman, and watching her in her Command Chair told me how much I wanted to hold her and kiss her. Definitely. I was in love. This is very confusing.
Sex is easy. Love is ... not so easy.
"You wished to see me, Captain." From long experience she knew better than to invite me to sit. She steepled her fingers under her chin, giving me a piercing look.
"Am I going to have trouble with you, Seven?" she asked.
"Pardon?"
"What happened with Tuvok was an unplanned event," she explained. "Exciting. Even satisfying in a way I've not been satisfied for years. But it never went any further than a few attempts at foreplay. Tuvok and I both now understand our encounter was over before it even began.
"In addition I love him dearly, and in retrospect I am pleased to treat our bedside adventure as something ludicrous and easily forgotten, not to mention forgiven."
"Mister Tuvok is my friend," I blurted, knowing it was now true. "We have the deepest respect for each other's mind, logic and honesty. I am proud to have been of assistance to him when he was most in need. He is my friend."
The Captain paused, staring up at me. "He is my friend as well," she added. "He is also proudly married, and I am positive I shall never find him at my doorstep some night, seeking to engage in inappropriate behavior with me, simply because once we had a little adventure.
"You, on the other hand, are a problem," she stated. "Though you are not properly an officer, we, I, treat you as one, and we expect appropriate behavior from you.
"I do not expect to find you at my door one night, seeking to toss me in bed and have your way with me."
"Didn't you enjoy my touch? I love you," I begged.
Her face flushed, but she set her jaw grimly and continued.
"I am your Captain, and I expect, no, DEMAND that you forget you ever encountered me in that way. Pretend it never happened, DAMMIT!"
"It did," I replied. "To deny it would be illogical."
"Pretend. You know what a pretend is, don't you?" With her face softening, she went on with a note of pleading in her voice.
"Leave me be, Seven. I love you but I can't love you that way. Do you understand? Try it for me." She paused, her gaze level.
"Dismissed."
I left, re-examining her words. Realizing she had never said she did not wish to have sex with me. Rather the opposite.
I might be very wrong, but I deduced that when she saw us as lovers, she saw a situation prejudicial to ship's discipline. Perhaps. I determined to think on this and observe.
Now, sitting opposite Chakotay, I knew he too had guessed what Tuvok had done with my more than willing body. He now saw me as the paradigm of the lusty woman.
Part of the difficulty between myself and Janeway's husky male First Officer had been the deep distrust he held for me. Now that I was simply another woman who 'fucked around', I sensed a thawing in his reserve towards me. My mind was still as supernally sharp and incisive as it had ever been, but he saw me now as both simplistic and attainable.
I settled down to eating a little of the Key Lime pie Chakotay had dialed up for us, and the clear lemon-tinted water. Very little to eat, but what he served was pleasing to my newly developing taste buds. He was trying very hard to be thoughtful with me. Someone had told him of my new acceptance of sweet flavors.
I politely tasted the pie and water, though my system needed very little of this repast. When he invited me to dance, I was careful not to step on his toes. During the second dance he began to kiss me and I knew he was now mine. I can now think in terms of human clichés.
BASS-----------------------------
My dress was somewhere against the side wall, but the table cloth provided me with sufficient cloth to prevent damage, and to facilitate my movements. I enjoyed gazing out the windows, letting my mind wind down into insanity as my come began to ride up inside me.
When Chakotay came inside me, I deliberately triggered my own orgasm. We came together, the air full of whimpers and cries and grunting as his belly swiftly slapped against my buttocks. The sound of our fuck had been exciting, the feel of him inside me was gratifying, the wash of his warm sperm inside electrified me.
Sex is good. It may not be an end all and be all, but it was still good.
I had hoped we might now repair to his bed, but it was not to be. He prompted me to get on my hands and knees on the cabin floor, kneeling behind me. As he caressed my buttocks and spoke many intimate and probably romantic words to me, I had time again to wish StarFleet had used a deeper, more elegant carpet on board the VOYAGER. Something with color, and a thick knapp. Something where I wouldn't get rug burn on my ass so easily.
From somewhere Chakotay found a tube of sex gel, and as soon as he again touched my bottom I knew what he wanted. He was still gratifyingly erect and he wanted to plug my 'back hole'. My anus. My 'Hershey highway'.
As his finger pushed gel inside me I had a few seconds to adjust to what was about to happen. I called a second's halt, and retrieved my shoulder bag from off the couch. I sprayed a good sheath on his erection, and then lubricated it with his gel. He enjoyed my masturbating him. In a second we had again repositioned ourselves.
It was different than with a butt plug. This was living flesh opening me up, and it gave in ways complodoidal plas couldn't. Yet for all that, once begun, it had smoothly slid all the way inside me until his smooth skinned belly banged against the soft giving fat of my buttocks. Chakotay said I had a wonderful ass.
I had, over the recent years aboard ship, ingested enough solid food that occasionally I needed to use the dumper. This is what it felt like to have him up my rear, my 'heinie'.
Yet as Chakotay warmed up to his anal invasion, I accustomed myself to the intrusion. It too had it's pleasurable aspects.
If nothing else being penetrated in such close proximity to my outward sexual parts, teased and pleasured my vagina and clit. Not a great deal, but some. The greatest pleasure, however, was giving Chakotay pleasure, giving him my ass. Apart from anal toys in the hands of Susan Nicoletti, Chakotay was the first to plunder my backside, to take my ass cherry. I told him that, and he was quite pleased by the honor.
He came soon after, and I was surprised to feel a mild warmth inside me as his sperm collected at the end of his sheath.
Anal sex was acceptable. Not preferred, but allowed.
After he pulled out, I stripped off his sheath and fellated him. He tasted much like Harry Kim -- delicious but bleachy. He enjoyed me cleaning him off in that fashion, and he kissed me many times afterwards.
In a short time our 'date' was over, and we were trading endearments at his cabin door. Chakotay was an acceptable lover. Why then did I tell myself the Captain would be much better?
It was only a short walk to B'Elanna Torres cabin. I realized the prospect of having sex with this female excited me more than actual sex with Chakotay had.
PROFUNDO FURIOSO-------------------------
B'Elanna's surprise was indeed exactly that.
The lights were both red and slightly dim inside her cabin, and an edgy thin techno-music throbbed softly in the background. B'Elanna was dressed in a black leather bustier which bared her nipples. Her neck was adorned with a spiked dog collar. She had no panties. Susan Nicoletti was in a similar shiny red leather midriff piece which pushed up her naked breasts. She was wearing a pair of nipple clips. Below, lace-up high heel boots reached above her knees. Her shiny bald groin also lay bare beneath her stiff garment. Both had excessive make-up on their faces and fluorescent scarlet reddening applied to their nipples.
Quite erotic if you were into leather and fetish wear. I had previously ascertained that leather and fetish pleased me. I am not entirely sure why. Nonetheless it excited me. I shall have to obtain my own quarters so that I might have someplace to store leather wear for myself.
I have very long legs. Perhaps I shall also obtain a set of hosiery and garter belts such as Susan once wore for me. Perhaps I shall enjoy my new appearance wearing them. I wish to be attractive for my sexual partners. I am assimilated.
Both women were waiting for me, lounging on the couch. While they were waiting B'Elanna was leisurely masturbating Susan with the handle of her riding crop. Susan crooked a finger at me and bade me come closer to them.
Logic told me Miral was with her father tonight, otherwise we should have been more subdued concerning noise generation. Also logic told me Lieutenants Torres and Nicoletti had resolved their sexual differences with a new sexual rapprochement.
It was lesbian orgy time tonight. This was satisfactory. I was to be the bottom for them both. This might be painful. It remained a satisfactory situation. I enjoyed sex with both women.
There was also a device hanging from the ceiling which appeared to be a type of leather swing. Observation told me it was large enough to comfortably hold me in mid-air, with both legs spread wide open when caught in a pair of loops. Logic told me this was where I was going to be placed, so that either female would have ready access to my body. Especially my breasts and sexual parts.
I was to be the 'party favor' in this orgy. I presumed it involved more pleasure than pain.
B'Elanna began the scenario by telling me to strip, then get to my knees. I hastened to obey, ignoring the caresses and pinches Susan lavished on my flesh.
When kneeling before B'Elanna, both women fondled my groin, marveling at my excessive lubricity. Whatever their original plan, they interrupted it by forcing me to the carpet and masturbating me to orgasm. Their lips and fingers also teased, hurt and loved my breasts and nipples.
The riding crop makes a satisfactory dildo.
They both licked my groin after my first come. They enjoyed my flavor. I could only hope I would soon be able to savor the taste of their own wet pussies. Immediately B'Elanna sat on my face while Susan worked my vulva and clitoris with her talented mouth. B'Elanna was quite wet tonight. She was delicious. B'Elanna always is. Susan raved over my own taste during my second come.
B'Elanna ate me next, and Susan sat her hairless groin on my eager face. Both women squealed and shouted in the throes of their pleasures. Loud orgasms are good.
Susan turned around so that she could pinch my nipples as I cleaned her entire bottom. She liked my tongue in her ass.
I was ordered to continue this duty as B'Elanna kissed her and masturbated her to another shaking and screaming orgasm.
Then B'Elanna exchanged places with Susan. Susan masturbated B'Elanna while I serviced the passionate Chief Engineer. B'Elanna has a small trim ass. Firm, soft, perfect. Much like Kathryn Janeway's. I would gladly let the Captain sit on my face and do whatever she wished me to do.
Afterwards there was a pause while all three of us fondled and caressed each other, taking special note of how hard our nipples remained. However, I continued to think of how Kathryn had looked and tasted during our brief time together.
Susan and B'Elanna both have extraordinarily sensual bodies, and both are beautiful in their own fashion. Yet I kept mentally comparing each to the Captain.
I fear I am becoming obsessed with my Captain. I am definitely in love.
That is good.
The Captain wishes to have nothing further to do with me on an interpersonal sexual level.
That is bad.
I must think on this more. I will somehow seduce my Captain. I needed to seduce her. I need her.
Distracted by thoughts of Janeway's beauty and sensuality, I was raised up by Susan and B'Elanna to begin the next stage of my night's journey into mildly aberrant sexuality. Their hands kept spanking my rear until my buttcheeks were lakes of fire. I was continually excited by their lewd and pinching caresses, their bare handed spankings of my butt cheeks. This was acceptable.
This far the pain had been minimal and the sex excellent. The strangely built sex swing was now explained.
It was indeed designed to hold me in mid-air. Upright, with my legs spread and pulled apart to allow easier access to my sexual area. Straps led away at angles, and my wrists were tied to the restraints that also kept my arms outspread and helpless.
Both women took turns slapping and paddling my buttocks, breasts and groin. Sparks of fire seemed to fall from my vulva as Susan spanked my clit and a riding crop penetrated me at the same time.
The entire swing was gauged to leave me in mid air, and my groin at exactly the right height for Susan Nicoletti to stand in front of me and service me with a dildo. My legs were bent and my knees were to the side and slightly back against my body. The swing was meant to leave me helpless, open and vulnerable.
It was uncomfortable being suspended as I was. I might have broken free in seconds, but we were, after all, playing a game. I dampened my sensations of pain and awaited my hopefully orgasmic fate.
Susan mounted a thick "Frantic Ferret" in her groin, and caressed it as she lubed it to the point where even it's notable girth should slide into me easily and without pain. As expected she next lubed my groin, fingering some gel inside my waiting vagina. It was cold, and I shivered as much in reaction to the sexual odyssey awaiting me as to the chill of the lubricant.
B'Elanna had put on a much longer model of the "Spastic Squirrel", and lubed it in the same manner as Susan. This Risan toy appeared to be covered in coarse hair and small ugly growths. I anticipated many orgasms when it was used on me. Before B'Elanna's gel-covered fingers found my rear hole, I knew their intent was to penetrate me simultaneously with their dildos. I anticipated much pleasure. I growled at Susan and B'Elanna.
Susan stood in front of me, probing my teeth with her tongue as B'Elanna held and caressed my hips from behind. She was the first one to enter me.
She did not do so in a rush, but in stages, allowing my anus to adjust to the intrusion of her long 'hair' covered dildo. It was difficult for her to be patient and gentle, and I mentally thanked her. Then I could only stare vacantly at Susan as B'Elanna bottomed out.
Then B'Elanna turned on the 'twisting' and 'climbing' motions on the "Spastic Squirrel". It was an incredible feeling, having that living animal inside my rectum. It felt alive.
Then Susan took me from the front. I was so involved with the sensations in my ass I almost missed the smooth motion of her thick dildo sliding inside me. Fortunately the lube coupled with my relaxed vagina left me without pain or tearing.
Then Susan turned on her animal, and I had two living creatures inside me, fighting, twisting, bending, turning, vibrating, breathing in and out. They seemed to be trying to either get deeper or get out of me or something equally incredible. The most breath-taking part was feeling both of them flailing at each other with only a few thin layers of my bodies tissues between.
Susan and B'Elanna somehow kept slamming their small animals in me, fucking me with their small animals, screwing me with their small animals, working me with their small animals until I was in a state of sexual confusion I do not think I had ever achieved before. I tried to kiss Susan as my thighs corded in my first come. B'Elanna kept teasing my nipples from behind as she maintained a steady screwing motion.
They did not cease their dual penetrations after my first orgasm, nor after my second. Or my third. Data is insufficient after that, because my personal sensory net went off line, though intermittently.
I think I cranked into my fourth and firth and more, from the peak of my third. Perhaps I enjoyed as many as ten. But I am not entirely sure.
Eventually even B'Elanna's stamina flagged, and Susan begged for an end of it. They both withdrew from me, leaving me dazed. Both my holes winked open and shut, both wanting again to be filled. I had forgotten to blank out my pain centers, and I hurt terribly. Both women leaned against me for long minutes, heaving and panting from their marathon sexual performance. I also had to labor to find sufficient oxygen to quiet my jittering body.
"Please," I begged. "Enough." By the clock on B'Elanna's wall, I had been suspended in mid air and subject to an extraordinary sexual assault for two hours and thirty-two or three or four minutes. I don't know exactly.
I couldn't recall.
B'Elanna found the control Padd for the swing, and soon had me sprawled on the carpet. The ankle, knee, thigh, elbow, arm and hand restraints were still attached, but they were now played out to their limits. I could lay on the deck of B'Elanna's cabin and contemplate the spiritual and physical effect of sexual excess.
I lay in a puddle of my own sex juices and the sweat that had poured off all three of us females. Susan and B'Elanna lay helpless on the carpet for long minutes, until B'Elanna crawled over to me and began releasing me from the restraints.
Klingon strength and stamina allowed her to assist Susan Nicoletti to stand erect, and my own Borg strength brought me to my feet. I did not know what to say next.
"It's been fun, Seven," B'Elanna panted. "Lots of fun. You've been one hell of a thorn in my side all these years, and now I can also see you're one incredible fuck." She began releasing the binds, and Susan joined her in this task.
"Fucking aside, Seven, you're in the way now.
"Susan and I are committed, and this is a single last one night stand for both of us. So please leave."
"This is your farewell fuck," Susan added. "We shouldn't have done it, but we both had to have one last night with the Ice Queen.
"It's selfish, and maybe we're deluded, but we wanted to have one last screw as a send off. Were we wrong? We didn't want to hurt you but, but, somehow end things not with a scream but with a smile." Susan caressed my hip as she spoke.
They were dismissing me. I had discovered sexual near-perfection in their arms and they were sending me away.
"From now on, just stay away. Go. Please go. Before we throw you back into this thing and fuck you to death," Susan sighed.
This had been not an assignation, but a going-away party. Their thinking was certainly muddled and unclear, but they had somehow reached the conclusion that I was to be loved and used tonight. One last time.
Oddly enough the thought comforted me. Now I was free to concentrate on the Captain.
I turned and immediately walked out the cabin door. I would walk the halls naked. My own usually precise thinking was muddled and unclear. My emotions were once more in control. I had to leave B'Elanna's cabin. Immediately.
In seconds I was once more standing in the corridor outside B'Elanna's cabin door, bereft of all clothing this time. My Communicator Badge was inside B'Elanna's cabin, along with my clothes. My emotions were hurt, my body hurt, and I felt both liberated and oppressed. How irrational it is to be a human.
I would proceed to SickBay. Site to site transport was unavailable to me. Computer would have freely done that for me, but I was not thinking properly. All I knew was that I wished to see the EMH. He was my friend.
I began walking. As I strode down the corridors I reverted to an illogical pride. My pride sustained me in my rejection. I have a beautiful body. As a side benefit I hope this stroll will prove once and for all that my breasts and butt are not enhanced. Humans are irrational. I am human. I shall be irrational.
A single male crew member came towards me, then abruptly flattened himself to the wall as I walked past him. I passed three couples in my deliberate journey to Sick Bay, but ignored their looks. I clothed myself in the knowledge I was beautiful.
Ensign Chell was in the Turbolift when I entered. He offered me his tunic if I wished, attempting to be courteous and helpful. He is a large individual, and his tunic covered most of my nudity satisfactorily.
I was not embarrassed by my nudity, but I knew it bothered most of the crew members who saw me in this state. With sanity returning I did not wish to cause them pain. B'Elanna and Susan had given pain. I did not hate them, but I was very confused. Wondering what had prompted this particular reaction on their part.
The Doctor came to me as I entered his domain. I gave Mister Chell back his tunic and placed a small kiss on his cheek for his gentlemanly actions. I had badly needed his small gesture.
Once on the BioBed, I had my sexual parts repaired. Then he replicated a new bio-catsuit for me with one of the Sick Bay machines. His presence and aid comforted me. I ignored his few questions until he decided to remain a mostly silent but sympathetic ear.
It would be illogical to cry.
I felt like crying, even though I felt as if I had done little wrong. I would miss Susan and B'Elanna. They were singly or together a damned good fuck. Now they were part of my past.
No one explained how painful assimilation into the human collective might be.
I wished I could go to Captain Janeway and seek comfort from her.
I wished we could sleep together as innocents, and she might hold me until my hurt was not so jagged. She was not my long-vanished Mother, but I wished she might comfort me as a mother might. Yet I also wanted to copulate with her.
If this be love, it is painful and confusing.
I missed Kathryn and realized I had never had her. Only her body for a few minutes, and for years her assistance and guidance as I joined the crew of VOYAGER. I felt sure it had been her who had left that poem stuck to my catsuit these few days past.
How to use this new information and determination? How to gain Kathryn for my mate?
Mate. Not lover. Mate.
I did not feel Susan and B'Elanna's rejection was based in enmity. But perhaps I did. I must think on this. But first I must regenerate. I left a confused EMH behind me and sought my own burrow to hide in. There is much more to sex than copulation. I wanted Kathryn to hold me and comfort me.
Thinking of Mister Kim, I realized humans seem to believe you have promised them unsaid things if you have sex with them. I had promised nothing. Yet all assumed that I should live up to promises which only existed in the recipients heads.
I wondered now if I wished to be so completely assimilated by the human collective? It was now too late to question the process.