Title: MUD SPORTS
Author: Ventura33 ( feedback@ventura33.com )
Series: TNG/VOY
Pairing Code: Ro/Torres/Seska
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A mud bath at an alien spa turns out to be more relaxing than Ro had expected.
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by Ventura33
The mud bath bubbled and stank beneath my feet. I handed my clothes to the cheerful young attendant and did my best to smile as if there were nothing I'd like better than an afternoon of getting my skin toned and rejuvenated in these amazing, health-giving minerals. Which reeked like a pile of dead elephant turds, by the way. But this small colony had become an important Maquis supply base, so it wouldn't be prudent to risk offending the inhabitants by refusing their hospitality.
Well, it couldn't be put off any longer. I descended the three wide stone steps into the rectangular enclosure and sloshed through the hot, blackish goo as I made my way toward the two mud-covered figures on the far bench. Seska and B'Elanna weren't members of my cell, but I knew them slightly from previous missions. They lounged on the stone bench, looking comfortable enough -- or perhaps, I figured, they just had better acting skills than I did.
The three of us were, at the moment, the only women among the Maquis on the planet. The hospitality lavished upon our male comrades included a sampling of the colony's best ale and loveliest whores, not necessarily in that order. Unfortunately, the colonists had a rather narrow, conservative view of gender-appropriate activities. I wouldn't have minded an opportunity to get to know one of those whores a bit better, myself. Damn, I didn't even want to think about how long it had been since I'd last gotten laid. Ro Laren, the galaxy's most hopeless loser when it came to matters romantic. Damn.
I glared at the retreating backside of the attendant as she left the room, carrying my clothes away to be laundered and perfumed. Kind of a nice-looking backside, actually. I reminded myself that this was definitely not the place to be caught leering at other women. Although I wasn't quite clear as to what doom the colonists' holy scriptures ordained for homosexuals, it had something to do with large rocks, sharpened stakes, and some kind of snake resembling an oversized viper.
"Come on in, the water's fine." Seska gave me an evil smirk as I hesitated before sitting down in the muck. I swear, it seemed like every time I saw that woman, she was smirking. Maybe this time, her overly pleased expression had something to do with B'Elanna's right hand, which couldn't be seen very clearly beneath the grimy surface but had started to move around rather vigorously in the general area of Seska's crotch.
Just my luck, the two of them would decide to go at it like targs in rut when I was horny as hell and thoroughly unlikely to find a partner any time soon. Stupid inconsiderate bitches, both of them.
"That's it, baby," Seska panted, sliding her hips closer to B'Elanna and bucking against her lover's hand. "Give it to me real good."
B'Elanna snarled, baring her teeth, and bit Seska on the neck, stopping just short of leaving any incriminating marks. "And why would I want to give you anything, you filthy little . . ."
My implanted universal translator soon got overmatched by the lengthy string of Klingon vulgarities that followed. Something to do with copulating vermin squirming in the dung of a vulture that fed on plague-carrying rodents, or so it sounded.
Seska threw her head back, thrashing and moaning in very vocal delight. Obviously, she loved it when B'Elanna talked dirty to her.
I cast an apprehensive glance at the closed door through which the attendant had disappeared. What if she chose this moment to return? I didn't particularly care for the idea of a close encounter with an alien snake pit.
"Not to interrupt your fun," I finally put in, "but you do know that our God-fearing hosts consider stoning homosexuals to be one of their civic duties, don't you?"
Apparently, the thrill of danger excited Seska all the more. She arched her back, lifting herself far enough out of the mud for me to get a brief view of B'Elanna's hand working away, and shrieked in what was evidently a very satisfying climax.
The noise didn't bring the attendant running in, though. Probably too busy chanting her daily devotionals on her prayer beads to have heard a thing.
"Even if she did happen to come in," B'Elanna informed me, following my gaze toward the closed door, "it's not as if there's anything wrong with giving a friend a massage to help her relax, now, is there? You can see how stressed out Seska has been; why, just since we've been in here, poor Seska's ghastly war experiences have made her talk to herself, scream at the unbearable memories, and thrash around . . ."
B'Elanna's creative explanation was rudely cut short as Seska grabbed her by the hair and dunked her. The two of them struggled in the mud for about a minute before they ended up on the bench again. Seska, now firmly on top, held B'Elanna's arms pinned in front of her.
"I'll give you some unbearable memories of your own, you see if I don't," Seska threatened, raising a grimy, dripping fist above the surface of the mud. "How'd you like this all the way up your nasty cunt?"
Not much to my surprise, B'Elanna's half-snarl, half-moan made it plain she would like that very much indeed. The moaning got quite a bit louder as Seska's fist disappeared beneath the mud again. What with all the noise B'Elanna was making, I almost expected the entire colony to burst in upon us, sharpened stakes in hand.
I closed my eyes and tried to ignore Seska and B'Elanna's very animated antics, which wasn't easy, considering how long it had been since I'd gotten any. The Maquis leader who had picked this wretched planet as a supply base obviously had to be a man, no doubt about it.
B'Elanna bellowed and thrashed about like a demented water buffalo in its death throes. Mud splashed everywhere. I opened my eyes cautiously as the noise subsided. Still no sign of any rock-throwing, stake-wielding villagers. I speculated that maybe the thick stone walls of the building didn't allow sound to travel very far.
Seska still had a smirk as she glanced from me to B'Elanna. "I'd say there's still someone here who needs relaxation, wouldn't you?"
B'Elanna responded with a quick nod and a grin as the two of them moved in unison to pin me against the back wall of the bench. Their smooth, coordinated motions suggested that they had initiated other women into their preferred mud sports many times before. I struggled, but not too vigorously, as B'Elanna's hand began to explore my nether regions. My legs parted to give her skilled fingers better access to their willing target.
"Yes, you like that, don't you? Dirty little slut, you like it in the mud." Seska released my arm and started pinching and twisting my nipples with both hands, just hard enough to be mildly painful without leaving any marks that the bath attendant might later notice. Meanwhile, B'Elanna let go of my other arm so that she'd have another hand free to pinch my ass cheeks. Most of her attention was still focused on my clit, though. Right where it ought to be.
As much as Seska and B'Elanna had already gotten me aroused with all of their cavorting in the mud bath, it didn't take me long at all to get off. And damn, but it felt good. I had enough presence of mind left not to scream, though. Well, not as much as they did.
Afterward, the mud bath felt warm and comfortable, and I found that I didn't even mind the smell that much. In fact, I had almost drifted off to sleep by the time the attendant returned to lead us to the showers.
"And did you enjoy your time here in the spa?" the attendant chirped.
"Um, yes. I did. Very much." I felt myself blushing as I climbed out of the mud, being careful not to look at Seska and B'Elanna, both of whom, I was sure, had very similar smirks on their faces at the moment. "It was, um, very relaxing."