The BLTS Archive - Escape
by ILuvKate

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The attacking ship had surged into view seemingly out of nowhere, not
even showing up on the ship's sensors. It had begun firing energy
weapons that the shields fortunately were able to protect Voyager
from, but the firing was continuous. They refused to respond to hails,
and when Voyager tried to move away, even at warp, it followed
effortlessly.

Kathryn Janeway stood at the Engineering station on Voyager's bridge,
looking over B'Elanna Torres' shoulder at the displays and readouts
lighting up the screen. "Any luck finding the key to disabling their
shields?" she asked the Chief Engineer whose nimble hands were a blur
over the blue and gold readouts glimmering beneath them. B'Elanna
shook her head impatiently.

"No," she fumed, "and I don't know why I can't find it! It should be
simple!" Kathryn studied the data on the console's screens. She
couldn't get a grasp on it either, and it seemed elusively simple. She
could understand B'Elanna's frustration.

"Keep me informed," she said, and moved back to her command chair.
Chakotay was leaning to the side over his console, his face a mask of
concentration. He glanced up as she sat down.

"I think we can safely say they've got cloaking technology far
advanced beyond anything the Romulans and Klingons have come up with,"
Chakotay told her. "It fooled our sensors completely."

"That's just wonderful," Kathryn grumbled, punching her console up and
looking at it. "That's all we need."

"Probably the reason, too," the First Officer continued, "that we
can't quite crack the code to their shields." Kathryn nodded, chin in
hand as she studied the readout.

"That makes the most sense," she agreed. Suddenly, she frowned. "Well,
I'll be--that would do it!" She was unaware she'd spoken aloud until
she noticed Chakotay looking at her.

"Captain?" he asked.

"We're going about this all wrong," said, shifting in her seat. "We've
been trying to determine their shield harmonics and recalibrate our
weapons accordingly, but what we need to do is create an energy
overload in their deflector shield and weaken their shields from the
inside out. And," she held up her hand, forestalling his obvious
question, "and, we can reach their deflector controls by creating a
tightly focused ionic plasma beam at this spot here." She placed a
finger on the schematic of the enemy ship. "If you will notice how
they keep this spot more or less away from us. I believe it's the weak
spot in their shielding. The reason their shields are so strong
overall is that all of the ships are operating on a shared energy
network. I would guess," she continued, tapping the display for
emphasis, "that this is their Achilles heel." Chakotay was silent for
a moment and then he nodded thoughtfully.

"I agree," he said.

"You have the bridge," she said, rising abruptly. "B'Elanna, come with
me to Engineering." At B'Elanna's questioning frown, she assured, "I
think I've got an idea. Come on." The two women exited the bridge and
stepped onto the turbolift. "Transporter room," Kathryn said. At
B'Elanna's questioning look, explained her idea B'Elanna, who listened
in silence, nodded when she finished.

"I think you've got it," she said as the turbolift came to a halt.
They stepped out and turned toward the transporter room where Kathryn
had said she wanted to pick up a computer component that would help
them create the ionic beam. She retrieved the computer component and
they hurried down the corridor back to the turbolift to go to
Engineering.

Suddenly, a sizzling greenish light filled the corridor and they heard
an earsplitting hum and crack from the transporter room. Kathryn and
B'Elanna vanished.

---

Kathryn came to flat on her back, her throat feeling as though she'd
inhaled warp plasma, her eyes watering. Groaning, she rolled onto her
side and then sat up, coughing, wincing as her throat protested. She
looked around, she wasn't on Voyager. Where was she? She spotted
B'Elanna lying in a crumpled heap of gold and black against a wall and
crawled quickly over to her.

"B'Elanna?" she said. "'Lanna, honey?" she repeated with urgency as
there was no response from her and then B'Elanna gave a painful groan
and rolled over. Kathryn saw that the left knee of her uniform
trousers was soaked with blood that had pooled under her leg. "Don't
move, love," she said. "You're hurt."

"What the hell happened?" B'Elanna rasped as Kathryn moved to examine
the injury.

"I don't know," Kathryn replied. The uniform fabric was raggedly
ripped open and blood seeped from an ugly gash just above B'Elanna's
knee. Glancing up, she saw the protruding edge of a metal brace
smeared with blood. B'Elanna must have hit that pretty hard when they
arrived here. By whatever method that had been. "You've got a pretty
nasty gash here," Kathryn told B'Elanna. "I need to get the bleeding
stopped."

She looked around the barren room they were in, but saw nothing that
could serve as a bandage. She unzipped her jacket and shrugged out of
it. Pulling off her turtleneck, she took a sleeve and ripped it away
at the shoulder, and then hurriedly donned it again. She bound
B'Elanna's knee as tightly as she could, carefully pushing the edges
of the wound together as she did so. "Okay, sweetheart," she said
moving up to sit beside B'Elanna and taking one of her hands. "That
should do it." B'Elanna squeezed her hand back.

"We're not on Voyager," she said, looking around the room. "How'd we
get here?"

"I have no idea," Kathryn replied. "We must be on the of the enemy
ships. Perhaps they transported us here somehow." B'Elanna sat up
carefully. Kathryn glanced at the bandage, relieved to see no new
blood coming through the bandage.

"I just remember some kind of sizzling flash as we were going to the
turbolift," B'Elanna said. "Maybe that was their transporter beam."
Kathryn put her hand to her commbadge and found it to be a melted blob
on her uniform. B'Elanna's was the same.

"Well," Kathryn said, looking at the useless devices. "That's a new
one on me. I've seen lots of things happen to commbadges, and many
things happen during transport, but this is not one of them." B'Elanna
pried the mass off her uniform and turned it over.

"It got it all,too," she said. "Totally fused." Kathryn remembered the
computer component she'd gotten from the transporter room and glanced
around the floor. She spied it and rose to go retrieve it. She walked
back to B'Elanna turning the object over in her hand.

"Odd," she said, musingly. "This isn't damaged at all. Why was it not
damaged and our communicators destroyed?"

"You were holding it in your hand, down by your side," B'Elanna said
thoughtfully. "Maybe your body shielded it from that beam or whatever
it was."

"That makes as much sense as anything else," Kathryn said. "Be
careful," she added as B'Elanna got to her feet. "You don't want that
to start bleeding again.

"It's okay," B'Elanna said. "It just hurts."

"Be careful anyway," Kathryn said in a stern voice. "We need to get
out of here and back to the ship, and I can't carry you." B'Elanna
made a face at her.

"You just watch out for yourself," she retorted, "and I'll take care
of myself." Kathryn rolled her eyes and walked over to what appeared
to be a doorway. B'Elanna came after her, and together they examined
the slab of metal, seeing no knob or handle they could grasp. B'Elanna
studied the wall on either side of the door, looking for a sensor
panel of some sort. Spying a tiny orifice to the right of the door,
she bent forward to peer at it. She held her hand in front of it. When
nothing happened, Kathryn followed suit. The door gave an abortive
movement, but still did not open.

"Stand back," B'Elanna told her, and Kathryn saw that she held a short
metal rod.

"Do you know what you're doi--?" Before Kathryn could finish her
question, B'Elanna had smacked the rod over the small opening. The
wall crumpled, and there was a crackling buzz. The door shifted away
from them slightly, opening a little. Kathryn favored her Chief
Engineer and impetuous mate with a sour glare, and gave the door a
push. It slid silently open. "I have no doubt that someone's display
panel is showing this somewhere on board this ship," she remarked as
they stepped cautiously into a dimly lit corridor.

"All the more reason to get moving," B'Elanna responded unrepentantly.
They crept down the corridor, Kathryn looking back over her shoulder
every few steps, certain that a security team would be on their heels
any moment. They reached an intersection and B'Elanna peered carefully
around the corner. "Which way, do you think?" she whispered.

"This way," Kathryn whispered back, pointing to the right. They
scurried down the right-hand corridor. They passed a room whose door
was open and Kathryn put a hand on B'Elanna's arm. "Look," she said.
"Looks like a lab. Let's take a look." Suddenly there was a
low-pitched whine behind them and they whirled to see five figures
materializing.

"Do not move!" one of the aliens said, "or you will be shot where you
stand."

---

A few minutes later, heavily shackled, Kathryn and B'Elanna stood
before the captain of the ship. She was humanoid, with slanted,
startlingly green eyes, with skin that had a pale gold cast to it. Her
hair was thick, black,and lustrous, falling to her shoulders. Her
hands looked strong and powerful. There was no way to tell if she was
tall or short, as she was seated, but her shoulders were broad, giving
the impression of height as well as strength. She wore a uniform of
unrelieved white, a tunic being all that visible behind the desk.

She stared at her two prisoners broodingly, her eyes narrowed
suspiciously, her mouth a grim line. "Who are you?" she demanded in a
truculent tone, "and how did you get on my ship?"

"I'm the captain of the ship you are attacking,"Kathryn responded in
the same tone. "And I don't know how we came to be on your ship. We
thought you had transported us here."

"Transported you how?" the alien asked. "I sent no craft after you to
pick you up if that is what you mean." Kathryn described what had
occurred on her ship before she and B'Elanna awakened on this ship.
The alien captain frowned and picked up a small PADD-like device from
her desk. "Our detection equipment shows that a scanning beam was
aimed at your ship approximately forty-five micro-cycles earlier.
There was some kind of power disruption that shorted it out." She laid
the pad down and looked at Kathryn, shrugging. "But I fail to see how
a scanning beam could have brought you over here." Her voice was edged
with sharp suspicion. It was Kathryn's turn to shrug.

"A simple scanning beam could not have," she agreed. "You may have
inadvertently triggered some equipment on our ship that sent us over
here."

"A very likely story," the captain said. "We will find out how you got
on this ship. If you will not tell us yourself, we will find out some
other way."

"Good luck," Kathryn retorted. "I wouldn't mind finding out myself how
we got over here. You may be sure we don't come on our own." The alien
captain sneered. Then a crafty look came over her face.

"Perhaps," she said thoughtfully, "I can use you to my own advantage."
She reached out and stabbed a panel on her desktop. "Isma," she said
in a bark. "Come in here." In a minute, the door slid aside to admit a
woman who was short and stocky, similar in appearance to the captain,
wearing a uniform also white, but with a blue banded collar and cuffs.

"Yes, Leader?" she said, coming to stand in front of the captain's
desk.

"Establish communications with the enemy ship," the captain said. "I
wish to talk to whoever is in command over there."

"It will be done, Leader," Isma said, and turned to leave the room. A
couple of minutes later, Chakotay's image appeared on the left wall of
the room.

"This is Commander Chakotay of the Starship Voyager," he said.

"I am Captain Zunar, Leader of the Syxian Alliance, and commander of
this vessel," Zunar said ponderously. "We have your captain and
another person as prisoners."

"Are they unharmed?" Chakotay put in quickly, his voice sharp.

"We're all right, Chakotay," Kathryn said swiftly. "Don't negotiate
with the--" Her words were cut off as one of the guards behind her
struck her with the butt of his weapon and she crumpled to the floor.

"Kathryn!" B'Elanna cried, starting to go down on one knee beside her,
but she was jerked upright by one of the guards.

"You will surrender weapons, supplies, and whatever technology we
request if you wish to see either of them alive again," Zunar said in
a cold voice. "I will transmit a list to be followed by a boarding
party--"

"Don't bother," Chakotay returned. "We will not negotiate with you.
Either return Captain Janeway and Lt. Torres now, or prepare to have
your ship destroyed."

"You will not destroy this ship," Zunar said sneeringly. "You will not
risk their lives."

"You know nothing of our culture," Chakotay said calmly. "For all you
know, it is in my own best interests to destroy Captain Janeway."
Zunar studied his image thoughtfully, noting his hard expression. He
stood, his jaw clenched, arms folded and stared back at her. She
reached out and pressed a button on her desk and ended the
transmission.

Kathryn groaned and stirred. "Kathryn," B'Elanna said. One of the
guards reached down and hauled Kathryn to her feet where she swayed
unsteadily, getting her bearings. Zunar studied both of them for a
minute.

"Take them to a cell," she said to the guards. The guards herded
Kathryn and B'Elanna out of the room and pushed them down a hallway.
They came to a cell, opened the door and shoved them roughly inside.
One of the guards went in to remove their shackles while the other
stood outside the door, training his weapon on them. They slammed the
door and disappeared down the corridor.

Kathryn sat down stiffly on one of the bunks and put her fingers to
the base of her skull where the guard had struck her. Her fingertips
came away smeared with blood. B'Elanna came over and examined the
spot. She swore under her breath.

"Why doesn't Chakotay get a lock on our lifesigns and beam us out?"
she grumbled, sitting down beside Kathryn.

"There must be a reason," Kathryn said, "or he'd have done it already.
They may have shielding that blocks the transporter, something." She
put her arm around B'Elanna's tense shoulders and hugged her lightly.
B'Elanna gave a small smile and leaned over to brush her lips across
Kathryn's cheek.

"We'll get out of here," she said.

"I know," Kathryn said, smiling. B'Elanna got up to the door of the
cell. No forcefield confined occupants of this cell. An old-fashioned,
heavy metal door did the trick. She stooped down to examine the lock,
grimacing as her knee protested. She could see little that would help
her and she muttered to herself.

"Pity Seven's not here," she remarked. "I'm sure she'd have us out of
here in seconds with one of her Borg tricks."

"Don't start," Kathryn said in a warning tone. "You don't need Seven
or Borg tricks. You're quite capable of springing us on your own."

"I hope your faith is not misplaced," B'Elanna muttered, pacing the
cramped cell. Suddenly, the door swung open and two guards stepped in.
One aimed a weapon at Kathryn and fired. Kathryn slumped over
sideways, unconscious. B'Elanna lunged, only to be caught and held in
an iron grip.

"You are coming with us," one guard said, and dragged her out the
door, slamming it shut behind them. The other guard spoke gruffly.

"Zunar wants her unclothed," she reminded her companion. While one
held B'Elanna unmovable, the other quickly stripped her clothes from
her body. Then they propelled her forward down the corridor. They
brought her to a door, opened it and shoved her inside.

She stumbled forward as the door closed behind her, catching her
balance before she pitched face down on the floor.

"Come over here," a voice said to her left and she turned to see the
alien captain, completely naked, sprawled on a small chaise lounge.
B'Elanna balled her fists.

"You're going to be sorry you let me in here alone with you," she said
in a menacing tone. She took a determined step toward the alien.

"I think not," Zunar said lazily. She rose lithely and started toward
B'Elanna who sprang at her. Only to find herself held immobile in an
iron grip, against which she struggled uselessly.

"You are a lively one," the alien said merrily. "You will be sport
indeed." She suddenly seemed to speak to the air. "Is the other one
conscious again."

"She is conscious, Leader," came a voice in response. "She is
watching."

"Excellent," Zunar said silkily. "This shall be fun indeed." She
suddenly spun B'Elanna around to face her, and B'Elanna found she was
still imprisoned in the astonishingly strong grip. Zunar ran her eyes
over B'Elanna's face. "You and the other one," she said. "Are you the
same species? You look different." B'Elanna just snarled at her,
eliciting a laugh from her. "I like your spirit. She had both of
B'Elanna's hands enclosed in her grip behind B'Elanna's back. She
brought her other hand around and fondled B'Elanna's breasts. B'Elanna
writhed to no avail. Zunar held her as easily as she might hold a
small child. "I was delighted when I found that your species was so
similar to my own," Zunar murmured, her free hand kneading B'Elanna's
breasts. She bent and took a breast in her mouth, sucking the nipple
hard.

"Let me go!" B'Elanna cried, trying to twist away from the ravaging
mouth, but failing. Zunar paid her no heed, moving from one breast to
the other, fondling and sucking. Then her hands moved down B'Elanna's
body and slid between her legs. B'Elanna clamped her thighs together,
but Zunar pried them apart with a knee easily and put her fingers
inside B'Elanna. She stroked for a minute, her eyes on B'Elanna's
livid face.

"Pleasure me," she said abruptly.

"I'll kill you!" B'Elanna spat, "if you let me loose." Zunar sighed.

"You would try, I am sure," she said. "And then my guards would kill
the other one." B'Elanna became still, her breathing still labored,
her eyes fixed on Zunar's in a laser glare of hatred.

"You will pleasure me," Zunar said brusquely, her good humor of a few
minutes ago gone. "For if you do not, my guards will cut off a finger
of the other one." She stared at B'Elanna. "Do I need to bring you a
finger to assure you I mean what I say?"

"No," B'Elanna said dully. "What do you want me to do?" Zunar turned
them and moved toward a broad, flat bed sitting low to the floor in a
corner." She lay down on the bed, staring up at B'Elanna.

"Pleasure me," she said.

---

Kathryn lay on the bunk in the cell, rigid, her face a mask as she
watched Zunar and B'Elanna on the transmission screen of the cell's
wall. She would not let the watching guards see that she was affected
by anything she was watching. She made her mind a blank and
concentrating on finding some way to get out of this cell. There were
four guards, all husky, carrying weapons. Her mind darted about,
seeking options. She would not be able to overpower all four of them;
she knew that.

"Open your eyes!" one of the guards shook her shoulder roughly and her
eyes flew open. She was not aware she had closed them. She pretended
to focus on the screen where she could see B'Elanna being... raped was
the only word for it... by Zunar. She could almost feel her lover's
enraged frustration. She could see that B'Elanna was powerless in
Zunar's grasp, and she knew how strong B'Elanna was. She had heard
Zunar's threat and seen the defeat in B'Elanna's face. That was when
she blanked the screen out, concentrating on escape.

---

"They're not on the ship, Commander," Harry Kim told Chakotay as,
after repeated hails and computer queries, neither the captain nor
B'Elanna Torres had responded to calls. "There was some kind of
discharge near the transporter room, and DNA traces show they were
both passing through that location at the time of the discharge," Kim
continued.

"Do those aliens have transportation capability?" Chakotay wondered,
sitting in the command chair and drumming his fingers on the arm.

"No, Commander," Tuvok responded from Security. "They have no
transporter technology or teleportation capabilities." Chakotay
nodded.

"Can you tell if they're over on one of those ships?" he asked.

"I have been attempting to do so," Tuvok told him, "but I have been
unable to locate them so far. I cannot detect their commbadge signals
at all."

"I don't like it," Chakotay said grimly. "Keep looking." The Vulcan
nodded, bending to his console, fingers flying over the displays as
Harry Kim did the same at his station. "Any success getting them to
respond to hails?" Chakotay asked.

"No, sir," Kim responded. "They're ignoring us." Chakotay grimaced.

---

B'Elanna sat back on her heels and watched Zunar writhe in the throes
of the orgasm she'd just brought her, to, wishing she could fall on
her and choke the life out of her. But she had to be careful, for
Kathryn's sake. She shuddered at the thought of Zunar forcing Kathryn
to do what she'd just done, but she had a sinking feeling that that
was going to happen. Got to do something, she thought desperately.

They shoved B'Elanna back into the cell with Kathryn and threw her
uniform in after her. She tensed, waiting for them to drag Kathryn
out, but they only slammed the door closed, leaving them alone.

"Oh, darling," Kathryn said sympathetically, gathering B'Elanna into
her embrace. "I'm so sorry." B'Elanna buried her face in Kathryn's
shoulder.

"I'm the one who's sorry," she said, her voice muffled. "I should
have--"

"And you would if you could have," Kathryn interrupted. "She was far
stronger than you are, darling." B'Elanna shifted restlessly. "Shhh,"
Kathryn said. "I don't want to hear it."

"How are we going to get out of here?" B'Elanna said, frustration
evident in her voice.

"That's how I spent my time while you were gone, trying to come up
with something," Kathryn said. She stroked B'Elanna's hair. "I felt so
helpless, dear."

"Now you told me to stop," B'Elanna said, sitting up. "Now you stop."
Kathryn nodded, smiling. B'Elanna got up and retrieved her uniform.
Zunar had had her medics repair the injury to her knee. She pulled her
clothes on. "Any chance we can lure the guards in here and overpower
them?" she asked as she put her boots on. Kathryn considered
thoughtfully.

"I wonder if we're being observed, listened to?" she wondered.
B'Elanna shrugged.

"I have no idea," she said.

"I have an idea," Kathryn mused, tapping her chin with a finger.
"Let's pretend to get into a fight over your having sex with Zunar."
B'Elanna nodded.

"Yes, she said. "That might do it."

"Follow my lead then," Kathryn said. "And I apologize in advance."
B'Elanna waved that away. Kathryn raised her voice. "You little
whore!" she yelled. "You needn't try to fool me! You liked what she
was doing to you!"

"Damn you!" B'Elanna screamed back at her. "I did not! How can you say
that?"

They were both on their feet, facing each other, fists clenched, faces
contorted. "I can say it because it's the truth!" Kathryn screamed in
turn. "Don't think I didn't know you were enjoying every minute of
that!" B'Elanna took a step toward her.

"I'll kill you!" she screamed. "I'll tear every hair in your head out
by the roo--" She was interrupted as the door to the cell flew open
and two guards rushed in.

Kathryn and B'Elanna moved with lightning speed, fists smashing into
surprised faces, sides of hands coming down hard on backs of necks.
The guards fell to the floor unconscious. Grabbing weapons, Kathryn
and B'Elanna sprinted out into the corridor. B'Elanna took down two
guards in quick succession who sped down the corridor toward them, and
she and Kathryn raced up the hallway, leaping over the crumpled forms.

"We've got to find their control room!" Kathryn said breathlessly as
they ran. B'Elanna nodded. They ducked into a room as they heard the
thud of running feet behind them. The clutch of guards raced past
their hiding place. B'Elanna took a quick look around the room they
were in, at the alien equipment. She activated a console and a wide
grin spread over her face.

"Jackpot!" she exclaimed. "Come on! We're not far!" They peered
cautiously into the corridor and hurried down the hallway until they
came to a door that they found locked. B'Elanna vaporized the lock
with one blast of her weapon and they pushed the door open. Hurrying
over to a huge console, B'Elanna quickly found the controls for the
communications.

"Torres to Voyager," she said. "Emergency beamout!"

"Voyager here," came Chakotay's terse reply. "Stand by. We're trying
to get a lock." B'Elanna swore.

"What the hell?" she muttered. She stabbed more buttons on the
console. "Try it now, Voyager!" Just as the blessed whine and shimmer
of Voyager's transporter enveloped them, guards surged into the room,
firing their weapons. The beams sliced uselessly through the
transporter beam.

As they re-materialized on board Voyager, B'Elanna headed for the
bridge. "I set their engines on overload before we transported," she
said over her shoulder to Kathryn. "We should be able to get away from
them within a few minutes. Just as she and Kathryn stepped onto the
bridge, they saw the enemy ship shudder and begin to wobble crazily.
B'Elanna grinned maliciously and walked over to her console.

"Good work, Lieutenant," Kathryn said in an approving tone. To be
honest, she took a certain malicious pleasure in the sight herself.
"Mr. Paris. Get us out of here. Maximum warp."

"Yes, ma'am!" the helmsman agreed. "Warp eight." Voyager streaked off
into space.

---

That night, Kathryn and B'Elanna lay in bed in a loose embrace. They
were both naked and the sweat from a vigorous bout of lovemaking was
drying on their bodies. Kathryn nuzzled B'Elanna's cheek. "I didn't
like calling you a whore, my love," she murmured, brushing her lips
across B'Elanna's silky skin. "I'm sorry."

"It got us out of there, didn't it?" B'Elanna said, running her hand
over Kathryn's hip and thigh, enjoying, as she always did, the curve
of her lover's body and the smoothness of her skin. She felt the
stirring of passion again, wondering that she could be aroused again
so soon after the shattering, racking orgasm she'd just had. But
Kathryn did that to her. She could never get enough of her. She turned
and kissed Kathryn lingeringly and found an answering ardor in
Kathryn's response.

"Don't you ever get enough, woman?" Kathryn teased, as B'Elanna rolled
over on top of her, bending to take a still-sensitive nipple in her
mouth. Kathryn arched her back.

"Not of you, lady," B'Elanna replied, lifting her head for just a
second, and then lowering it again to suck Kathryn's breast some more.

"Ahhhhhh," Kathryn murmured, throwing her head back, "and I can never
get enough of you, baby. Oh, God," she moaned as B'Elanna put a hand
between her legs, pushing her thighs apart and stroking into the silky
wetness of her sex. B'Elanna found the already hardening clitoris and
teased it, making Kathryn gasp and writhe. "I don't know what you do
to me!" she panted. "I didn't think I could come again for three
days!" B'Elanna chuckled, still swirling her tongue around Kathryn's
nipple, moving from one breast to the other.

Kathryn's hands roamed over the parts of B'Elanna she could reach, but
she could focus on little else but the molten heat between her legs
that B'Elanna was creating, building an unbearable pressure deep in
her belly. Fingers of fire began to spread upward and her body tensed
in anticipation of the eruption to come. B'Elanna held her on the edge
of ecstasy for what seemed a millennium and then sent her crashing over
the precipice as another monstrous orgasm raged through her.

She reached for B'Elanna as her lover crawled back up to lie beside
her again, but B'Elanna stopped her. "Let's rest, love," she said.
"Let's rest." And they fell asleep.

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Copyright 1998 ILuvKate

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The End