The BLTS Archive- Creature
by Suz Voy (suzvoy@tesco.net)

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Date: 26 August 1999

Archive: Go for it!

Disclaimer - Paramount - ha!

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I have never seen the inside of a brig before.

Some may find that difficult to believe; my position helps me to
arrest the guilty and enforce their punishment. The reasoning is
simple -- it is not I who puts the guilty in our brig as we transport
them to the nearest containment camp. It is usually Prax or on
occasion one of his nameless subordinates. I have, infrequently,
watched a particularly difficult prisoner being put into the brig, but
I've never had to physically place someone in there. A benefit of my
position.

So as I sit here, studying the walls that surround me, I consider
myself fortunate. I am not one for creature comforts, but this brig is
far more resplendent than mine ever were. Well lit, a comfortable bed.
This could be someone's quarters.

All this, I know, is a distraction.

She outthought me. Created a contingency plan for my possible
duplicity and it seems to have paid off far better than even she had
planned for. It almost makes me smile.

I wonder what Prax would think of me if he could see me now. He knew
all along of my plan to betray Janeway and rejoin my crew, but I have
not reported in. He will either assume that I am dead or that I have
betrayed my people.

I would imagine that he is not very pleased.

I wonder how he will run my ship with only his monosyllable capacity.

The thought amuses me.

Next to the console opposite from the brig stands a guard.
Aya...something. From what I know of their pip system he is an ensign.
An ensign. She does not even think me worthy of a lieutenant or a
commander. At least, that's what she's trying to say. She planned
this. All of it.

I hear the door to the room opening and soft footsteps padding on the
carpet. Knowing who it is, I remain as I am; seated on the bed my back
pushing against the wall, my right arm resting on the knee that is
folded up onto the bed.

I see her.

Her expression is blank as she studies me; she even manages this once
to hide any emotion in her eyes.

"Dismissed," she says firmly.

I remain seated.

The ensign nods, presses a few buttons on his console, then leaves the
room with an "Aye sir."

She remains silent long after the doors hiss shut.

I know what she's thinking. She doesn't trust me. Not for a single
moment.

Leaning across to the side of the forcefield she presses an
authorisation code into a small padd I can't see. The forcefield
fizzes out of existence and she steps through into the brig, almost
stalking towards me.

I smile.

I know why she's here and I remain still.

"I don't trust you," she tells me, standing two feet in front of the
bed.

Looking up at her, I say nothing.

"I don't like you," she continues.

Finally, I speak. "But you want me to screw you."

Her eyes flash. "No." Leaning down she glares into my eyes and
whispers. "*I* want to fuck *you*."

She does. Quite marvellously.

It is a first for her, I think. In the brig, outside the brig, on the
bed, against the console. She is a creature who has not fucked anyone
for a long time. A waste. But that is how I will always think of her
now -- a creature. No different from anyone else.

She is different from Devore women. More hair, no striations. Her
breasts are far more sensitive and she bruises much too easily, but
she likes that.

She is much louder than Devore women. As we pump against a light
fixture on the wall the part of my mind that has not lost coherent
thought wonders if anyone can hear. Not that I care. They're probably
enjoying the show.

When she comes her face is that of a creature, again.

I smile even as I frown into her neck.

She pulls away from me and I slip out of her, unsatisfied. Barely
moving, she leans against the wall to catch her breath. I reach for a
breast, but she slaps my hand away. Her face still red she slaps me
again, this time on my face. "Don't. Don't ever try that again. I fuck
*you*. Understand?"

Running a hand over my jaw I study her naked form. I don't speak the
obvious reply, instead choosing something else. "Computer: play a
Tchaikovsky symphony. Any one."

As the music begins she glares. "Computer, change music selection.
Mahler's Symphony Number One, Second Movement." Obligingly, the music
changes.

The creature fucks me again.

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The End