BEST VOY STORY, ROUND III
Title: Tempest
Author: R.Schultz (cousindream@aol.com)
Series: VOY
Pairing Code: T/7/Tu
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: After my own previous story, "Tesseract". B'Elanna Torres has been volunteered for another hard job.
Spoiler 2: Events take place after "Day Of Honor" and "Barge Of The Dead".
Disclaimer: Trek-universe belongs to ViaBorgCom. I'm playing with the Trek for fun, not for money. All the critters go back scrubbed clean and smiling. Story is mine under common-law copyright. May, 2001. 8200 words long.
Summary: A Captain's responsibility includes maintaining a smoothly-operating vessel. Continuity is essential. Sometimes someone else must make sacrifices so that the ship may continue. Meaning that it's B'Elanna Torres' turn in the barrel.
Warning: Love (?) between (fictional) adult consenting men and women is part of this story. If this makes your power conduits catch fire and melt, why not go somewhere else? According to USA law underage humanoids are not allowed here. Nor is this a place for those living in nations or locales which disapprove of TrekSmut. Goodbye. You won't be missed. Go away.
Posted to the Femme_Fuhq_Fest group, later to the ASCEM. May be archived, but please notify.
Comments to: cousindream@aol.com
by R.Schultz
The second time Tuvok bounced me off the padded wall, I began to realize I'd over-estimated my part-Klingon abilities. The third time I was absolutely sure of it.
I also realized I was beginning to respond to Tuvok's crazed courtship. Or whatever you called it when you were in Pon Farr. And it was probably all the fault of his .... infectious madness.
Okay, so I'm not your average human OR Klingon. But when we circled, looking for advantage, I had the time to look over his physique. And his erection. When he'd been mostly sane, it had looked rather appealing. Exciting. Intriguing. Looking at him created that hot rumble inside my belly. A large, naked, and erect Tuvok would be no problem, I had thought. I am a Klingon woman -- partly -- and I am strong. I am invincible. Yeah, right.
I'd had a little rough Klingon sex in my time, and I thought I could handle an over-eager sex-crazed Vulcan. Error, error, major error...
The trouble being my selective memory, of course. I remembered when Vorik had decided I was a suitable mate. I remembered how unbelievably hot and randy I became. I remembered how I wanted to screw Tom Paris so hard and so often that he would have come out of our encounter in that cave looking like a castrated pudding. Yeah, I remembered the heat. B'Elanna Torres, sexual superwoman.
Okay, so I sort of failed to remember how close Tom and I came to disaster. When I was infected with that blood fever I got from Vorik. When I got leveraged out of my skull.
A girl just wants to have a little fun, okay? The thought of helping Tuvok through his Pon Farr seemed like an ultimate sexual experience. The thought of being beaten senseless and then raped seemed like a whole lot less fun. B'Elanna Torres, sucker for her own delusional scenarios.
"How do I keep volunteering for these assignments?" I asked myself. The answer was my stupidity. And the way I kept losing myself in those gray-blue eyes of the Captain's. I had a partiality for blue eyes. Ask my Bang'wI, Annika Hansen, late of the Borg Collective.
Whoa! Fast grab -- Tuvok almost had a good grip on my arm that time. This was NOT shaping up like a fun date.
I tried to flip Tuvok when he made another grab for me, and the best result was both of us landed on our rear end's, a few meters apart. We both bounced up and started circling again. The damned Pah'tk was faster and stronger than I was.
How the hell had I gotten the notion I was faster than he was? Probably from observing those stately progressions through the corridors and during his leisured movements. He wasn't a DAMNED bit slow when he wanted to be!
Of course this wasn't entirely Tuvok. Or more than Tuvok, actually. This was an extraordinary period in Tuvok's life. He was in Pon Farr and far from his wife.
I pivoted past him when he made a grab at my sweating naked body. Gave him a good elbow in the kidney's on his way past. Oooh! Didn't like that, did you, big boy?
At any rate, going through Pon Farr without his wife -- or SOMEONE -- meant he could die. Which meant he needed someone to mate with. To have hours and hours of mad senseless irresistible passionate ultimate sex with. That was the part I thought I could handle. Me, Super-female.
The reality was a crazed convulsive Vulcan who was bounced out of his gourd. And in no condition to provide a few enjoyable-type sexual couplings. No sweet hot memorable madness', no fun games and pleasures over a period of hours or days. Hell, as Annika put it, I was always willing to copulate.
First person I ever knew who could make me feel warm and snugly by whispering in my ear and telling me what a slut I was and how I liked to fuck around.
At any rate, only an hour ago... Kahless, how time flew when you were having fun....
It had sounded logical earlier this afternoon. Tuvok had gone into Pon Farr, the Captain had said to me. Sitting on the edge of her desk, eyes close to mine. Exuding confidence and strength. Gale force six at least, of Command Mask.
This was our own big Deep Ultra Secret, she said. Tuvok could never stand having his madness known to the whole crew. Personally I thought in three weeks or three years everyone on the ship would probably know of his sexual madness. Tuvok was at that moment locked into a Holoprogram where he was in a padded room. Naked and screaming for a mate. Far beyond the point where he could be reasoned with. Right then and there he NEEDED a warm living female to have constant sex with for a few nights and days. Or whatever.
Which meant the Captain pulled me into the Ready Room to tell me how much VOYAGER needed Tuvok. Convincing me. Letting me smell that funny slightly astringent soap she uses. Batting those blue eyes at me. Beautiful eyes. Assuring me Captain Janeway wouldn't ask anyone to do anything she didn't feel they weren't capable of doing.
Gray blue eyes, delicate fingers on my collar.
Pah'tk! Bitch!
Shouldn't blame her -- much. I've got one Borg on my hands now I can't keep up with. And I still get silly between my ears when the Captain plays those touchee-feelee games of hers where it's just us girls and she'd really appreciate my help. Where her thumb is accidentally touching my neck again, or she's lightly brushing my hair with her knuckles.
Pah'tk! Bitch!
Honesty time. it was mostly my own fault. All those years where I'd been playing rough with the mere human male Tom Paris' of the Alpha Quadrant had made me think I was one strong, hard, fast invincible little half-Klingon.
Now I was one hard, fast not-so-invincible little naked half Klingon whose ears were ringing and who knew she was going to need major reconstruction if she ever got out of this alive.
Tuvok made a double-hand grab and I tried to flip him by one arm.
DAMN! DAMN! Was he double-jointed, or what?
I'm going to have to get serious in a minute and do damage to Tuvok. Why did he have to be so FAST?
Why, oh why, do I always let myself get conned into these situations? Obvious answer. I had a thing for blue eyes. And when the blue eyes belonged to Captain Janeway there were few things I'd deny her. And they say it's males that do their thinking with their groin.
I didn't even hear the holodeck doors open.
"B'Elanna Torres, you are incorrigible."
It was my other set of blue eyes, and I hated to think what this tableaux looked like.
One naked Tuvok with a diamond-cutter to end all diamond cutters and one little sweaty naked B'Elanna playing contact games with said crazed Security/Ops Chief.
"It's not what you think, Annika Darlin'!" I cried, backpedaling as Tuvok tried to flank me against a wall. "Parmaq vo' wIj yIn!" Yeah, love of my life, I thought. Please don't kill me before I can think of a plausible excuse for all this.
"What do I think, B'Elanna Torres? Please elucidate." At that point Tuvok made a grabbing motion at my Borg. Her blond loveliness turned and stiff-armed Tuvok right in his collar bone. With any luck it wasn't broken. Not a hair dared move out from it's proper place on Annika's head.
Tuvok responded by folding around Annika and putting a half-nelson on her. Before I could leap on Tuvok's back (and perhaps get myself dismembered), she'd flipped him. It was a clean throw, and even I winced when he hit the holographic-padded wall. This time Annika's hair was slightly disarranged.
She gave him a wrist lock as he tried to hip-throw her, and he flipped in mid-air as he followed the commands of necessity. Flip or get your wrist broken.
This gave me a fine chance to pull his wrist back and hip-throw him. It worked beautifully, letting me give him a head-lock as he tried to rise to his feet. He rose up despite all, and I had to screech and tumble away from him.
Fast, DAMN it!
As Tuvok edged past Annika again, she raised one of his arms and sent him sailing into the wall again.
An idea was desperately crying for my attention.
"B'Elanna Torres, you have yet to give me a reply," Annika stated. "What is it that I am supposed to think is happening here?" I had one upset blond on my hands, no doubt about it. But not now, Annika, not now.
Tuvok was back to concentrating on me, circling me. Seven of Nine, cool, logical, impeccable Borg, attempted to trip Tuvok as he went near her, but he swept her feet out from under her as he dropped to the padded floor and pivoted on his hands.
Her hair was in her eyes after that. Tuvok had committed a grave sin. He'd mussed her perfection-mode appearance. He was in deep Tarq doo-doo now.
GhaH ghaHta, my Annika. She was glorious.
Suddenly the idea that had been nagging at me finally burst forth. Sometimes even I am impressed with my genius.
First to convince Annika to help.
"Dahlin', sweetheart, this isn't what it seems." She raised that brow implant and I knew this wasn't going to be an easy sell.
"I know Tuvok is naked, and I know I'm naked, and I know it looks like we both came down here to Holodeck Two to have some fun and games and sex. But it's not like that, Dahlin'."
Pause while Tuvok makes another grab for me and he earns a bruised hip for his troubles. My blond angel is poised to react if Tuvok makes another move on her. If my blood wasn't already pounding in my ears, I think it'd do so at the sight of her like that. All muscle and soft curves.
"Actually I'm helping out Captain Janeway. I'm here so that I and Lieutenant Tuvok and myself can have sex."
That didn't sound very convincing. Or grammatical.
DAMN he was fast! Oops! There he goes again. Wonder why he's such a sucker for a hip throw so long as it's off my left side?
"What I mean to say is, Tuvok is in Pon Farr right now. He'd hid his condition until he became non-rational. Now it was up to me to let the Lieutenant relieve his emotions until he becomes rational again."
Tuvok came too close to Annika again. Yeah, he's a sucker for a hip-throw off the left hip. Oooh, that must have hurt.
"By copulating with him." Not quite a question.
"By copulating with him," I replied. A definite answer.
"If you copulate with him, this will process him through his Pon Farr?" I nodded a yes. Kahless, she looks gorgeous with her hair down like that. I could imagine running my fingers through it as she licks her way down my belly.
Tuvok wasn't making any fast grabs any more. His erection was gone, but I feared just for the moment. Annika was looking at me with her implant brow arched again. She's beautiful when she's mad.
She's beautiful any time.
"Pon Farr is a catastrophic sexual state to which Vulcan's are periodically subject, usually in seven T-year cycles," she half-asked, half-stated.
"It is also a condition which could be fatal to the male if allowed to progress to a final and unsatisfied state." Statement this time.
Tuvok made another frontal grab at me. I'd had a chance to get my breath. This allowed me to try a fall-back and pull him over me in another flip. It was getting hard for him to grab me, I was so covered in sweat.
"You are attempting to satisfy his unnatural and animal lusts," Annika stated again. Where had she picked up THAT phrase?
"You ARE seeking to copulate with him!" Ouch! Indignant that time. Annika might still be stiff and Borg and not entirely human, but she was learning much too fast how to nuance what she said. I was going to pay for THIS little insight of hers.
"Copulating with a Vulcan in his Pon Farr rut is, according to all available data, the only guaranteed way to help him through his hard times," she stated. Did innocent Annika just make a pun?
"Accordingly, if you are attempting to help Tuvok relieve his frustrated sexuality, why are you not copulating with him? It appears as if the both of you are engaged in a martial arts exhibition rather than copulation." Tuvok made a grab, but drew back when my Blond Goddess made a move in response.
"Or is this what they refer to as 'Rough Sex'. Or is that 'Rough Trade'? No, it is 'Rough Sex'." She gave me another patented look with her brow.
"Klingons are known for enjoying 'Rough Sex'. Is this a Klingon version of satisfying and normal foreplay between male and female?
No wonder Klingons are accounted to be such fierce warriors.
"After enjoyable copulation, armed combat must hold no fears for them."
No doubt about it, my Bang'wI was growing into her humanity much too fast for me to keep track.
I gave her MY patented eyebrow for that one. Where the hell had she learned sarcasm? Surely not off me. Did she?
"No, Dahlin', this is not foreplay. This is me having a problem in altering the insanity portion of Tuvok's Pon Farr to where we can engage the copulation part of his emotional release." We were all catching our breath , I think.
"His processors are malfunctioning?" she asked.
"Major series of glitches in the overall program," I agreed.
"How was the copulation portion of this relief of Tuvok's Pon Farr dilemma supposed to occur?"
"OUR vision was that Tuvok and I would meet here, on the Holodeck, and talk a bit. We'd caress, we'd smile at each other and eventually get to the copulation part of the program."
"Our?"
"Captain Janeway and I," I admitted. I could see yet another item I would have to discuss -- heatedly -- with Annika later. At least she'd learned enough humanity to be able to put off until later some of her questions.
"This .... is romantic the correct term? ....this romantic encounter is not what occurred?"
"This is not what occurred. Shortly after I undressed, he stopped being a slightly disorganized but still a basically lovable Tuvok, and became a serial-murdering Mr. Hyde."
Annika thought a few seconds. "Old Terran fiction. Good and evil parts in the same personality, each one emerging in altering patterns. Our previously well-known Tuvok is submerged and Tuvok is now Mr. Hyde?"
Another hip-throw. Sooner or later, however, I would fail at one of those hip throws.
"Tuvok is far from being as enjoyable as a mere human Mr. Hyde would be," I noted. "He's reached the state of being truly dangerous." Now to what might be the hard part.
"It develops that I need help. Captain Janeway sent me down here to relieve Mr. Tuvok's hormonal pressures. Period. End of job assignment description.
"Accordingly this holodeck is sealed for as long as it takes to calm this damned Ph'tk...."
Tuvok tried a Vulcan nerve pinch on me, and Annika lifted his other arm behind him and flipped him again. Tuvok was beginning to appear frazzled as well as psychotic. Out of touch with the inner him, I guessed.
"Plan A was I'd copulate with him until he became rational enough to where we could end this program and retire to his more comfortable cabin. Where the more leisured segment of his sexual release would be played out."
I observed Tuvok and his open-handed martial arts stance with some distaste. Obviously Seven -- Annika, was not simply viewing this situation as just another emergency to be solved. To me it had appeared as just another Disaster Of The Day, and they'd hauled me in again to resolve it.
Yeah, let B'Elanna Torres, Superwoman solve another disaster. All in a day's work. Yeah, right.
I didn't much like the storm clouds on my Dahlin's face. Our next bout of pillow talk was going to have a few nasty words to it.
"What was Plan B?" my sweetheart asked.
Her eyebrow REALLY arched when she realized why I didn't tell her what Plan B was. There WAS no Plan B.
"Well, NOW I have a Plan B," I tried to smile at her. "You help me pin Mr. Tuvok long enough for me to engage in a few maneuvers that will take some of the sexual edge off his insanity."
I hoped a few good cums would release some of the pressure. Get Tuvok back into partial logic mode. Now would not be the time or place to think of what the alternative might be. I'd been raped too often in the past, and it hadn't appealed to me more now then it had when I was younger.
"Mr. Tuvok, myself and you?" Annika asked. I nodded my head in a yes. She chewed on that two or four seconds.
"Are you propositioning me, Lieutenant Torres? Is it your intention for me to join you in a Menage a'Troi?
"With a MALE?"
Not a good sign when she was using my rank when she talked to me.
"I don't want you to do anything like that, Dahlin'. Just help me control him, restrain him a little so that I can have sex with him."
"Ah, that was unclear," she commented. "You want to have sex with a male and want me to help you." Annika altered her stance when Tuvok neared her, prompting him to back away and commence circling again.
"Is this another segment of my humanization? Now that you have abused my innocent trust and trifled with my delicate affections, are you spurning my love, are you casting me aside for this erect male? Am I now the woman scorned?"
Annika reads entirely too many of the Captain's bodice rippers.
As for myself, I was getting desperate. Tuvok didn't look any more rational than he had for the past half hour. Or tired. And I was definitely getting tired. It was vastly disheartening discovering (once more) that I wasn't the big tough invincible half-Klingon superwoman I wanted to believe I was. I am SUCH a sucker for my own lies.
"Please, Annika, love. Please."
Where had that come from? I don't apologize and I don't beg. I don't. I don't. I don't.
My hand was caressing Annika's human arm, moving the plum cloth of her catsuit, feeling the muscles underneath. Staring into those blue eyes. KNOWING that she would protect me, was already protecting me. My Bang'wI.
Those eyes. I love those eyes. I loved her near me, and I moved to her side. She made me feel sick in my belly, she made my chest tighten, she....
She put her arm around my shoulders, smiling that little tiny hint of a smile that she did.
"Please, Dahlin', help me on this. I'm way out of my depth, and I need your help."
Did I just say that?
It was okay, I rationalized. It was my Bang'wI I looked to for help. My Darlin' wouldn't let me down like all those others did. I could trust this one.
I leaned into her, held her, kissed her large soft breast through the catsuit. I stood on tiptoe and leaned up for a quick kiss from her lips. I felt so warm and tingly all over when she enfolded me in those long arms of hers.
Tuvok bowled the both of us over then. I'd sort of forgot him, he was irrelevant to what I was feeling for my blond.
Tuvok was on top of me, and I could feel his dick searching through my groin hair for the entrance to the magic hidey-hole. Fortunately I had a thick matte of pubic hair and he was a little lost in the jungle. My teeth were bared and I was about to do serious damage to his face and chest.
That was when my Annika put her own version of a full-nelson on our too-amorous Vulcan. When she gets that Borg arm tightly wound around someone's throat, that arm was going to stay there.
Tuvok convulsed upwards, flipping both him and Annika onto their backs, himself on top. The arm stayed right where it was, cutting off his oxygen supply. He started making lack-of-air noises and motions, clawing at that impervious Borg arm clenched across his throat and leveraged against her other arm.
"Do you wish him unconscious, B'Elanna, sweetheart?" Annika managed. I was back to being her sweetheart. That brought a smile to my face. She saw the look and translated it. I blew her an air kiss, and she pouted her lips to receive it.
She looked so lovely there, with a hundred kilo's of naked erect Vulcan sprawled all over her.
"No," I finally managed to reply. "Just slow him down a little, keep him there, on top of you...." Looking around frantically.
"I brought five jars and tubes and spray's of lube with me when I came in here...." Annika frowned a little at that admission.
"Honest Klingon, Annika, it was just to make things more fun..."
Not the smartest thing to say to her right now.
"I'll explain it all to you later. Right now... Hah! There you are, you little sucker!"
I tore the top off and poured the contents on Tuvok's still-erect penis. Way too much, but I wasn't going for cool, minimal and measured response by now. Love and kissing games were finished. This was serious business.
Somehow I straddled Tuvok and Annika, sliding forward on the love grease. My hand grabbed his cock and put it to my opening. The angle didn't want to be right, I tried once - twice - thrice - HAH! That did the trick! He went right inside me. Not a pause or hesitation.
He was large, and the angle still wasn't exactly right, but there was so much lubricant on him that I felt only fullness. No dragging, or pain. Just being filled so suddenly made me gasp out loud.
The effect on Tuvok was instantaneous. He went rigid, then partially relaxed. Then he was thrusting his hips upward in a staccato and rather swift rhythm.
His body said to itself how wonderful it was to finally engage in happy-time. I got a big grin once I'd realized he had crossed over the line between a dangerous and bossy male to just another male inside me. Enjoying the paradise my pussy was when it was wrapped around their stiff dick. Feeling that surge of power, knowing he was now my slave. It's the only time we can smile and enjoy and relax with a man, knowing we have power over them at that moment.
At that moment we were in control. At that moment they would rather die than lose the feeling of a warm, wet tube clasping at them.
Quite literally we were a we. As I matched Tuvok's desperate thrusts inside me, I was staring into my sweetheart's deep blue eyes. Mah 'oH tay', maH 'oh wa'. We are together. We are one.
"Annika, Dahlin'," I said to her, "I'm fucking you right now. This fuck is ours. I'm not fuckin' Tuvok, not really. This fuck, this one is for you, for me, for us." She actually almost smiled. She looked so desirable there, her long blond hair a fan to frame her strong and loving face.
I came.
It WAS for us. I was making love to my Bang'wI. It was an easy cum, it was the first of many I knew I was going to experience. This was no longer about Tuvok and me. This was about Annika and me. Tuvok was just a big packet of meat and flesh we - I - were going to use to make our loving better and different. At that moment I couldn't have much given a damn whether or not Tuvok made it through this alive. So long as I could stare into those big blue eyes.
She closed her eyes as I came, feeling something of what I felt, as I felt it. A flash of a strange reality was inside me then. Tuvok was nothing more than a rather bulky dildo Annika was wearing. Just something for me to impale myself on while we made love together.
Way beyond weird. And glorious, definitely awe-inspiring and glorious.
The second time Tuvok came inside me, I had to stop. Between the martial arts portion of our courtship and this - satisfactory - sexual portion of it, I was quite exhausted. I simply lay, panting, on top of Tuvok, feeling him still stiff inside me.
It was with some surprise I realized he was caressing me, running his hands down my back and arms. Looking into his face, there was still the passions of insanity there. But other passions showed.
I think there was a gleaming sharp edge of sanity there.
I pulled myself off of him, gliding on the lubricants there, some of them dripping out of me. Annika was wary, and it was good she was. Her presence, her arm across his throat, she prompted restraint on his part. Even through the fevers of Pon Farr, she was a limiting factor to his delusions, or his violence.
Relax, her arm said, let your body enjoy what is happening to you. Trust us, it also said, believe we offer you no harm. Accept us. Accept the pleasures we are, accept that we are the antidote to your sickness.
Voq Daq jIH, trust in me, she meant. Voq Daq maH, trust in us, in me and B'Elanna she meant.
Kneeling alongside his dark length, I put first one hand, then both, on his still-stiff penis. There were bumps I did not expect, nodules along two sides, a weave of veins unexpected.
Stupid males were usually inordinately proud of their piece of masculine meat. Minus the stupid males, however, I'd always found a certain beauty in them. They were more appealing than their customary self-centered life support systems called men.
Separate from their egotistical owners, I had always found a beauty in them. This was a new penis for me and I leaned forward to examine it closely. Enjoying it, lightly jacking it, admiring it. It had already been inside me, exploring me, but here it was something new. Something I had never seen before.
I put it into my mouth.
Then I remembered Annika. I forced myself not to jerk my face off Tuvok's member. Appear calm, not guilty. But I did it by force of will alone. My sweetheart had known I'd done this sort of thing before. She must not see me as anything but composed, even, being, me, what I am. I looked up into those blue eyes, expecting the worst.
She was enthralled by what I was doing. Faced with the reality of me taking a male into my mouth, she had gotten past her prejudices about the male of the species. She was intently watching my head bob up and down, my jaw and mouth obviously working the head of this Vulcan penis.
Her arm was loose about his neck, she was hypnotized by his noises and movements as he paid loving homage to what I was doing for him with my face. He couldn't stop caressing me, sanity in every loving fingertip's touch.
"Are you there, Tuvok?" I asked. Wondering if he had already surmounted the insanity of his Pon Farr.
He continued touching me, laying trails of fingertips over my head, back and face. He tilted my head off his penis for a moment, looking me in my eyes. There was more than a wild beast there, but less than the staid stiff stuffy Security Ops that had betrayed my Marquis cell.
It all seemed so long ago. We had been different people then. We were different people now from what we would be. I bent my head to swallow him again, wondering what we would be after this encounter, this sexual Fantasy Park.
When I was much younger, so much younger, there had been a visiting circus that came to where I was living. Back on Faraway, after I had fled my mother. They had something called a roller-coaster, and I would ride it time after time. Even then I knew it represented my future life.
I was lost in this, my head moving, my jaws and tongue coaxing. It was almost automatic by now, I had done it so many times to so many males.
I cried. It had been so .... So many .... So often .... The tears ran down my face.
When Annika lifted my face, she kissed me. Those soft hard lips raced down my cheeks, tracking after each and every briny trail. Her hands strayed through my hair, felt the bumps of my spine in the back of my neck. Her fingertips were everywhere, never more soft and tender than now. Her lips kept returning to my eyes, her tongue kept lingering on the line of my chin, her teeth touched the lobes of my ear, she laid warm wet trails over my chin.
My head found her chest beside her throat, and I cried a long time.
I'm not even sure what I was crying for. Maybe it had just been so long since I had cried. I couldn't remember crying for decades.
It felt so desolate to cry, it felt so warm to cry where my lover was, when her arms were around me. She loved me and didn't mind all the others who I'd taken to my bed. All those others.... She kissed my ear and I remembered my Mother doing that, and I know I snapped..........
It had been such a looooong time since I had let myself bend under the pressure, the stress, the meaningless boy friends and the boring constant sex.
I didn't want to have any more soulless sex with soulless people.
At that time I remembered how I became infected with Vorik's Blood Fever when he went into Pon Farr. How I went insane.
WIs tIq 'oH teblu'ta vo Hegh qun ..... my heart is filled with the death of honor ....
I think it was happening again, only the effects were different. The plague spot was Tuvok this time, and the resultant chemical imbalance .... was different.
- - - - - - - - - - - -
I awoke wearing - rather loosely - Annika's plum catsuit. All was confusion at first, I did not know where I was or what I was doing here. I awoke in stages, looking around, not at first able to see what was happening.
My Darlin' was naked, standing before me, she was all I could see at first. Nearly two meters of blond beauty, every millimeter of her something I wanted to kiss and love. And probably had at some point in the recent past.
She leaned forward to touch my cheek as I rose, a large smile on her face.
"Lay there and sleep, lover, you rest and become better. You're infected, and it's put you under with a form of unusual fever. No bodily temperature rise, but you still collapsed. Rest, Darling. I've got everything under control," she stated.
"Lieutenant Tuvok and I have reached a modus operandi. I fuck him periodically and he remains docile. He remains docile and I let him use my body.
"It is most acceptable to do this with him in this way. Very time and effort efficient."
Fuck?
She saw my face and ....
Giggled????
"I shall thoroughly enlighten you with an appropriate report, when you are fully cognoscente, and sufficient time has been allocated for a comprehensive explanation."
Annika had a spray of lubricant in one hand and her groin looked ... wet?
"Reports have been only marginally sufficient in describing the energy levels obtained in heterosexual copulating techniques. I also had not understood previous to this point in time how a homosexual female might enjoy heterosexual copulation on a purely physical level." She trailed the back of her hand over my forehead crest. She does this when she seeks to soothe me.
"You were unable to continue, due to some physical affliction combined with an emotional overload to your circuitry. I believe the physical adjunct of your indisposition was due to a reaction from Lieutenant Tuvok's Pon Farr.
"Following your collapse, Lieutenant Tuvok obviously needed further copulation in order to overcome his potentially fatal sexual condition. I was available. I was a fully functional female humanoid. It was logical.
"The inescapable force of straightforward logic demanded I copulate with Lieutenant Tuvok. Which I have done.
"On a purely physical level, heterosexual copulation is acceptable." Then my sweet blond innocent stared at me, seeming to ask me if I knew of an alternative that did not involve her and ...Tuvok?
The Tuvok in question was on one elbow now, making words but not fitting them into any reasonable sentence. Annika bent again to kiss me, then she strode to the ... smiling? ... Tuvok.
"Rest," she said, "I do not think many more copulation's will be necessary before we might escort the Lieutenant back to his cabin. I presume more fornication will occur there, but it shall be much more leisured, and gentler."
I think my eyes bugged as Annika flashed that incredible arse of hers at me when she bent over Tuvok. I saw the spray used again, another spray on herself, and then she'd tossed the can aside. Her hands leaned against his hard lean belly and she swiftly straddled him. In a second I could tell from the face she made that penetration had been made.
She was glorious. If both my legs had terminated in stumps, it couldn't have kept me away from her at this moment.
She watched me stagger, shedding the warming comfort of her clothes. My legs were unsteady, my blinking was unsteady, my throat felt like an old abandoned Jeffries Tube, and I knew I was still in my own little insanity confluence. But it didn't matter. My Bang'wI was there and she needed me. If she didn't need me, well, she'd get me in any event.
Hell with it. It felt wonderful to touch and kiss my Darlin' as she sat on Tuvok.
We clasped, moaning, kissing, holding, caressing. Her eyes swallowed me, she owned me.
My hands roamed, sometimes slapping Tuvok's hands away, always finding my sweetheart. Her breasts, those hard red nubbins that were her nipples, the way she squeaked when I lifted her large soft breasts and put them in my mouth. The soft warmth of her belly, the patterns of her many hard bones lying underneath her soft skin, the muscles tying her together. I wanted it all, I needed it all, I had it all.
Then we were REALLY kissing, tongues meeting, leaning into each other. My hand found it's way down the glory of her belly. I fondled her strips of Borg implants, and the navel inexplicably left untouched by the Collective. Finally, I reached the curly marvel of her blond thatch of wet exciting pubic hair. Through that forest until I found where Tuvok was in her. Until I could feel Annika sliding up and down on his maleness. Until my fingers found her clit in the warm wet jungle of her groin.
Until she cried for me, until her hips hurried, until her Borg hand carved trails of blood on my shoulder. Until I growled into her neck and left bite marks. My marks of possession, of bonding, showing my beloved Annika's blood. Then licking it in slow measured swipes. Until my Bang'wI came on my invading fingers.
Until that moment was hers and mine - and Tuvok was nothing more than an instrument used for our loving. She came for me. No one else.
- - - - - - - - - - -
My Bang'wI was looking carefully at herself in the dumper full-length mirror, myself alongside. Then Annika crouched in front of me, immutable in the mirror, watching me behind her. I carefully finished tucking every single hair into her bun, it was now an accepted act of love. Helping make her perfect. My perfect lover.
She stood and surveyed the effect. "It is acceptable," she said.
She had on her old gray-silver style suit. She wore this replicated suit just for me. She knew I liked the way it showed off her fantastic arse. I fondled both cheeks possessively. As if to say this was MY arse, no one else could touch.
Yet someone else had. It did not upset me. It should have. Maybe it did not because Tuvok would never seek to get between my Bang'wI and myself.
My own regulation uniform fitted me loosely, as I wished. I twirled for her inspection. Then we stood facing each other.
I'd no more than begun to raise my arms then she had grasped me lovingly under each buttcheek. Raising me, bringing me to her for a good morning's kiss.
Kissing, slowly and without much passion - yet - was what we were doing when Tuvok rejoined us from the open reception area of his cabin.
He was so very identical to the old Tuvok now. Straight, reserved, slightly bored by everything, the paradigm of Vulcan control. It was as if our Holodeck passions had never occurred.
We remained together as he came to us. Such dominance of the universe he presented to us now. No more the incoherent rage of Pon Farr. No more the deadly foe circling for advantage. No more the epitome of male seeking to rape. He was back to being slow-moving Tuvok, the Vulcan everyone smiled at behind their hands.
He bent to kiss me, a gentle lovers kiss. Then with Annika, a more lingering and loving kiss, his face moving minutely to hers. Then he returned to me, giving me for a second a mere hint of tongue-tip.
"B'Elanna Torres, Annika Hansen, SoH 'oH wIj le' muSHa'tah, you are now my holy wives."
"You are my wives. You are both my Little Wives, this you are beyond any doubt. If both of you might be known as my wives nowhere beyond these walls, you are still my Little Wives.
"Beyond my First Wife, you are precious to me. You I shall always honor, Annika Hansen, and you, B'Elanna Torres. I now am the husband to three of the most beautiful women in two quadrants, and I do not deserve such an honor.
"You are now my Little Wives, and the years shall never change that. I shall never cease honoring you, I shall never cease to hold you dear. As dear as my parents, for you both are bearers of my respect and honoring which shall never halt.
"You are my wives, and I shall honor you both until such moment where time itself should cease.
"You are my wives. You shall forever more be my wives. I shall ever remember you, until time ceases.
"You are my wives and I shall ever love you, though time itself may cease.
"You are my wives and if the last drop of my blood might be spilt, still I shall ever seek to protect you both, though the ceasing of time itself.
"T'zaled. UIH 'oh lIj 'Iw parmaq. And I shall be your blood's love until time shall cease."
On his chest Tuvok now held long ritual scars, given him by both of us in old honored Klingon ritual. He said he would not seek to lose them, but would bear them with honor for the remainder of his life.
We kissed again, a lot more torrid than the previous one. Tuvok's words made shivers race up and down my spine. No doubt about it, Annika and Tuvok shared a genuine toe-curler that time. She shivered at Tuvok's words also.
"Come with me, please. We go to SickBay for a check-up, all three of us, and I would have us travel as one. You are, after all, my dearly beloved and most noble wives."
We stepped out of his cabin door together, Tuvok between Annika and I. Then we were indeed one. His arms went around us, holding us lightly closer, his lips maybe just a hint smiling. Annika and I held hands behind his back. We were wives together.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
Annika unaccountably kept chewing the latest version of Purple Madness from the baleful hands of Neelix. The book said it was nutritious, therefore it was her duty to eat it. Greater love hath no Borg for her StarShip.
I'd had a few spoon's of the stuff, my duty to the ship done. Then finished off my french fries. Annika said french fries had been invented on Terra instead of Q'noros, but I presumed it was all Federation propaganda.
Shamelessly using my wiles on my Seven of Nine, she allowed me her side of fries and continued working on the Purple Madness. As a couple we had a lot of expenses these days. Therefore we had to eat A' La Carte Neelix even when we didn't want to.
Besides which it felt good to be conspicuously a couple, here in the mess hall. I felt like making love to my parmaq on this table.
Then there was our reward for nobly saving our Security/Ops Chief. Personally I thought saving Mr. Tuvok for the good of the ship could have been worth a few hundred replicator points. The personal thank you to both of us, and the pecks on the cheeks were acceptable. But I felt Captain Janeway could have thrown us a few replicator points as well. Glory and Honor (even off the record) were one thing. But I wanted to get new sheets the color of Annika's eyes.
Also, I'd really grown tired of Klingon food when I was growing up. I LIKED other people's food. A nice large Terran style Steak Tartare and some candles for a cozy dinner in my cabin would have been REALLY nice. Annika draped along the couch, clad in some nice new gauzy thing, waiting for me to seduce her.
Or a lobster for two, some Dwarkonian champagne, and another squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup for some hot loving afterwards would have been outstanding.
And I shouldn't have minded a few new outfits to wear. Most definitely I wanted to get that wild leather bustier corset for my baby.
Oh well.
Well, there's Tom, I see he also got some french fries with his Horror. And there's Carey. He looks content these days. Neelix gave him a bag of three or four pears, for his Beta shift. Carey's a lot more fun, now that he's on Beta shift. He no longer gets sensitive about orders - from me - left over from Alpha shift.
Oh-oh, Tom is going to sit with us.
"Hi, girls! What you two been doing lately? Haven't seen either of you for a day or so?"
Giving him my most innocent look, I replied; "Fucking our respective brains out like mad Tarq's, that's what we've been doing."
He seemed to have trouble processing that one.
"Annika and I were wondering whether or not Neelix' Purple Passion here might be any good as a lubricant for anal sex. She pointed out that if it is unsuccessful as an aid to ferocious rear-end copulation we might be able to recover the used Purple Passion and replace it in the pot. I ventured a guess it might improve the flavor.
"What do you think?" Not cracking even a small smile.
Tom left with a few apologies trailing behind him.
I ate all the french fries on his plate, even the ones smeared with a little Purple Passion. Wishing Neelix would present us with a few nice crispy breaded fish to go with the fries. Now THAT'S good old fashioned Klingon food!
Eat those worms and stuff in public. But back behind closed doors it's fish 'n' chips. Practically the national food. Not very warrior Klingon food, maybe. But where do you think Klingon's get those big hips from, that they're always sporting these days?
Annika swears fish 'n' chips were invented on Old Earth, but like I said before, it's just Federation propaganda.
"Now would be an optimal time to discuss some things, B'Elanna, my parmaq, my love," Annika spoke to me in a low voice. She had finished all of the Purple Passion, proving her bravery beyond any doubt. I had also noticed she was using terms of endearment, telling me she was no longer mad at me. Ticked maybe, but not mad.
I started it off. "How in the three Hell's, did you find me?" Meaning how did she find me in that Holoprogram with Tuvok.
"I was supposed to be logged off the ship with Tuvok," I said. "And the Holodeck was supposed to be down for needed maintenance and repairs. The Captain swore we were to be invisible for at least three days."
Annika made a fist with her Borg hand. Four curving needles instantly punched out. Impressing the hell out of me. Then were gone, instantly.
"The ship's computer and I are able to communicate at a level no one else on the ship can achieve. It holds no secrets from me, once I know where to look."
Holding up a single shorter needle, she continued. "It also holds few doors shut against a properly phrased request to open." She smiled at me while my busy little sneaky mind realized this might be a valuable tool to have in the future.
"Once the Computer told me you were not on the ship, but only a Command over-ride said so, I merely had to ascertain where you actually were. Very efficient." Commending herself.
"Now my question," she asked. "Could you explain to me just exactly how it came to be that you were naked in a room with a naked Vulcan in Pon Farr?"
"The Captain asked me to," I admitted. Oh, oh, clouds on that lovely sculpted face. "Tuvok had kept his deadly condition secret too long. By the time Kathryn..." Annika gave me that eyebrow implant look of hers.
"By the time the Captain realized what had happened, drastic measures were the only option available to her." Am I starting to talk a little like Annika? Naw.
"You are a drastic measure?" Annika asked.
"Kat... The Captain thought I could handle a slightly whacked Vulcan without sustaining major damage.
"I mean, all she wanted me to do was to copulate with Tuvok until he became his sweet old lovable self again. The job description did not appear that difficult."
"Instead it was dangerous," Annika stated in that flat tone of hers. She was a very unhappy ex-drone right now.
"Instead it was dangerous," I agreed. "When we were first alone together in the Holoprogram, Tuvok didn't appear all that deranged. We undressed, he seemed almost on point mentally, he could still talk, a little. Than, boom! The roof fell in."
Annika looked a little confused. "Old Klingon saying, means disaster suddenly befell.
"At any rate, I was fighting for my life when you showed up. And saved me."
I HAD to lean over and kiss my Darlin' then. Vowing to myself I'd let her know later tonight how much I appreciated being saved in the nick of time. I giggled, and she almost smiled. Then a frown crossed her face.
"Captain Kathryn Janeway," she said. It didn't sound good the way she phrased it.
"She has toyed with my affections, and put your life at risk." True, the situation had turned out beautifully. It still had been quite risky. To me.
"Her actions might have taken you from me. Permanently. Our Captain has, in my estimation, behaved badly towards both of us. She should be given proof of our displeasure."
I looked at her funny for that one. Still, it might not be a bad idea to tweak the Captain a good one.
What did you have in mind," I asked. Figuring we might have months to leisurely determine some little practical joke to play on her.
"The Captain has been diligently courting the new Lieutenant. The fat one brought here by the Guardian of time. She seeks to engage the Lieutenant in lesbian copulation. Captain Janeway seeks to seduce her."
Personally I thought Tonya was a lovely creature, slender, yet all curves and smile. Quite seducible, if you asked me.
"Even though this Tonya Barrows might be a vanilla straight, at present, the Captain obviously is optimistic. Lieutenant Barrows is scheduled to be entertained on the Holodeck with a rendering of "A Mid-Summer Nights Dream" by no less a personage than the Captain herself."
Vanilla straight? Sometimes Annika accesses too many data banks.
She flashed a Borg conduit needle again. "Tomorrow night. I mean to throw a flummox into her seduction of the well-curved Lieutenant Barrows. And you can help me."
Flummox? I had a bad feeling about this.
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