The BLTS Archive - Seven Sins by Agincourt (agincourte@geocities.com) --- All characters, ships, planets, technology, sexual positions, as well as ST VOY and all related movies/specials/tv episodes belong to Paramount/Viacom The author is in no way connected to Paramount/Viacom. Please don't sue me. --- Seven stood before the Astrometrics console, her eyes darting from display to display, her fingers moving nimbly across the controls, as she attempted to boost the efficiency of the sensors. She had been at it for several hours, long enough to grow tired and distracted. Distraction was new to her, as Borg drones thought only the thoughts of the collective, and had none of their own. She shook off the feeling. "Sickbay to Seven of Nine " the doctors' voice startled her, enough that she entered the wrong commands into the computer. She fixed the error before responding. "This is Seven. " "You are late for our appointment. I was under the impression that you were to report to me today for our weekly examination. " It was remarkable that the holodoctors' programmers could enable him to exhibit testiness so accurately, she thought. "I apologize. I am in the process of some modifications on the sensor array. I will report to sickbay when they are complete. Seven out. " The Doctor turned to Paris, who was on duty in sickbay as Kes' replacement. " I fail to see why the crew seems to think that tardiness regarding medical appointments is acceptable. I sometimes wonder whether or not you people actually *want* to live long enough to get back to the alpha quadrant. " "Now Doctor, it's not that bad ... you've got me for company, and I'm a brilliant conversationalist. " Paris grinned. "You just keep recalibrating those medical tricorders. If the job isn't done properly we'll have plenty to 'converse' about " He strode into the office, and began working at his terminal. Paris wondered whether the Doctor actually was getting *more* snippy, or if it was just working around him that more exposed him to the doctors' true personality engrams. " Yes, Doctor, whatever you say, Doctor, sir ... " The doors swished, and B'Elanna entered, holding her left wrist in her right hand. She looked at Paris, and immediately stopped halfway through the door. " Where's the Doc? " "What's the matter, B'Elanna, afraid that I'll botch fixing whatever it is you've managed to do to yourself this time? " Paris motioned her in. " The Doctor's busy. Anyway, I'm supposed to handle the minor cases from now on. To give me experience. " He patted the examining table. " Up. " "I just need you to look at my wrist. I think I strained a muscle or something. " She cautiously moved past him and hopped up onto the table. Paris ran the newly calibrated tricorder over her wrist. "Yes, you have. Doing what I wonder. " the shipboard gossip about the chief engineers' relationship with her captain gave him reason to guess. "None of your business, Tom Paris. Fix it before I claw your eyes out. Or something. " B'Elanna held the wrist out defiantly, almost hoping Paris would say something rude so that she could break a few of his bones and give him some practice with the skeletal regenerator. "Okay, okay. " He ran another instrument along the wrist, and the pain faded, the tightness receded. " All better? " She rotated her hand, clenched and unclenched her fist, and then raised an eyebrow. " It feels better. Thanks. " "You're quite welcome. Come back anytime. We also do rug burn. " He smirked, and ducked in anticipation of the coming blow ... which never came. B'Elanna was looking at the door, which had just opened, revealing Seven of Nine. " Hello, Seven, the Doc is in his office. " "Thank you Lieutenant Paris. " She walked through the sickbay and into the alcove where the Doctor was busy studying medical files. " Did you see that? " B'Elanna whispered, while straining to hear what was said in the other room. "See what? Seven? " Tom asked, quizzically. "Her ... suit was ... the top was unfastened. She's walking around with her cleavage showing! " B'Elanna said, still whispering. "I hadn't noticed. " Paris said, which had been true ... he was still somewhat engaged with fantasies about the half-Klingon whose wrist he had repaired. " What's the matter, jealous of the attention she's getting from the men ... from the crew? " He corrected himself, sensing an opportunity to discover more hard data about B'Elannas' love life. "Hardly. " She said, " It's just strange. You know I think something happened recently. She said something to me about having ... erotic dreams, I think. " Paris was intrigued. " About who? " "She didn't say. But I think she's ... been with someone on the ship. Maybe even someone who was on board but isn't anymore. " She thought about the Trill visitor, the woman from the alpha quadrant. " I wonder ... " "So she got laid, and now she's walking around with her tits hanging out. What do you care? " Tom fished some more. She scowled at him. ' Tits hanging out '. How typical of Paris. Of course, when Katherine talked like that to her, in bed, it was one thing ... but somehow when Paris said things like that it annoyed the shit out of her. " I don't. " She hopped down off the table and headed for the door. " But if you happen to hear anything ... let me know. " She could count on Paris' unfulfilled lust for her to motivate him to give her any dirt her came across. The door opened, and shut behind her. "Sure thing, honey. " He raised an eyebrow. --- The doctor ran the tricorder up and down her standing form. He was, of course, unaffected by Sevens' ... new fashion statement, but he noticed it. A good Doctor notices behavioral changes, as they sometimes give a clue to medical problems. " You seem to be in good health. How does sleeping in a bed agree with you? " Seven thought for a moment, as if considering whether or not to relate something, something personal. Another sign. " There were some difficulties at first, but ... I have been able to get sufficient rest. " "Difficulties? Like what? " He sat, and motioned for Seven to sit as well. Something else she had to get used to. Again she hesitated. "There were images ... I believe the human designation is 'dreams'. They ... made me uncomfortable. I could not sleep. " She said, haltingly, as she sat. The feeling of the chair, molded to her form, somehow reminded her of the technological suits that encased borg drones. It only made it more difficult. "What kind of dreams do you mean? Were they nightmares? " The Doctor was fascinated. What kind of dreams would a former drone have? "Some were ... but the ones that were ... are the most distracting are of a ... sexual nature. " Seven could feel her skin blush. A useless human reaction, weak, and that only embarrassed her more. "That's perfectly natural ... you are an adult female human. Your individuality has unlocked parts of your subconscious that were dormant while you were a borg. Sexuality is a large ... very large part of human behavior. You should explore these images in a controlled setting. " The Doctor said. "I am not sure that is an appropriate course of action ... " "I don't mean for you to go and seduce some member of the crew, of course. " of course, that she was considering that at least subconsciously was evidenced by her state of dress ... subtly, but it was there. "What do you suggest? " she asked, incredulous. "Begin with the library computer. Then, you might try the holodeck. If you have any questions, please feel free to talk to me. " The doctor rose, satisfied that he had once again brilliantly handled a mini-crisis. Seven again hesitated, before rising as well. " Thank you Doctor. " She retreated from Sickbay without even a glance at Paris. Tom, meanwhile, having been unable to eavesdrop on the conversation between the former borg and the holodoctor, moved in to see if he could pump him for information ... information that might ingratiate him with B'Elanna. "So what did our new crewmate have to say? " Tom asked nonchalantly, as he packed the medical tricorders back into their protecting casings. "I can't discuss an ongoing case with you, Lieutenant Paris. You should know that by now. Now shoo ... I have work to do. " Sometimes, Paris thought as he escaped the Doctors' wrath, That guy can be a real pain in the ... --- "Ass ... " Seven of Nine stood before the workstation in her new quarters, scrolling through word definitions from the library computer database. The section on Sexuality, which contained nothing but dry descriptions and psychology papers, had led in turn to the section on Pornography. This may be more helpful, thought Seven. But why do humans make up simple euphemisms for bodily parts or functions, and then label them as unacceptable? Some were words she had overheard Voyager crew members using. Expletives. Curses. Used for emphasis. But in this case the same words were used as descriptions ... She examined each file, carefully, in turn. Even some of these were cold, unimaginative descriptions ... but others ... She read entry after entry, watched replay after replay of 'films', or later, 'holovids'. Soon she felt herself becoming excited by the images. The holovids especially had an effect on her ... her nipples became more sensitive under her bodysuit, and she further unclasped the top so that the sensation would not distract her from her purpose. As she watched the holovids, she realized that they seemed incomplete on the two-dimensional display terminal. Perhaps it would be better to upload them to the holodeck. Seven made a mental note of the directory and filenames, and deactivated her terminal. She did not refasten her jumpsuit before walking out into the hall. She ignored the glances and some outright stares as she made her way to the holodeck. --- "Well? " B'Elannas' voice reached out to Paris from the Jeffries tube. " What did you find out? " I feel like a spy, Paris thought. Doesn't the spy always get the girl? " I couldn't hear them, and ... " "Talk louder, I can't hear you! " Torres yelled down at him. Paris stuck his head further through the hatch and was rewarded by a rather entertaining view of the engineers' backside. " I couldn't hear them, and the Doctor wouldn't tell me anything. Sorry ... I did try." Men are so pathetic, B'Elanna mused. Perhaps she would reward him someday by relating exactly what she had done to their Captain the night before. But not likely. "Paris, you are completely useless. " She tightened the last connection in the EPS panel, and closed it. " But thanks for trying. " No sense in putting him off completely. Everybody likes being the object of puppy love every once and a while ... as long as it didn't get out of hand. " Torres to Bridge. " Her lovers' voice manifested from nowhere. " Janeway here. " "I'm done here, ready to resume normal operation. And I'm going off duty now. We'll have to get an early start on the power grid tomorrow. " Of course that was just an excuse. Katherine would be getting off duty in a few minutes, and would no doubt show up at her quarters. B'Elanna had a feast planned ... and her Captain was to be dessert. The Power grid could take care of itself till morning. "Understood. Janeway out." Paris wondered whether the knowing tone in Janeways' voice had something to do with the EPS mains, and doubted it very much. --- "Computer. Activate program Vulcan Nights, Part Three. " Seven stood in the empty holodeck, having closed and locked the door. If anyone overrode the lock, the program would shut down. No sense in revealing to anyone what she was studying ... especially considering the peculiar way that humans seemed to act about sex. The grid on the walls was replaced by a dusty orange landscape, framed by a large set of what a human would call French doors. She looked around. The enclosure she was in represented a room at a traditional Vulcan inn. A bed appeared, a large bed, circular in fact, in the middle of the room. "Computer, run program. " On the bed now appeared three Vulcan women, all naked, and all appearing as young or younger than Seven herself. Their bodies were intertwined, and their hands and mouths interlocked each other, moving in a mass of flesh that was never still. The hot dry air was filled with soft moans and desperate pleas, all in Vulcan. Seven did not speak Vulcan, but the meaning of their sounds were obvious. She stood, unmoving, watching as the women pleasured each other. She had the urge to touch herself in the same way. Perhaps that would ... help her sleep. But for some reason, the thought of touching herself, of ... pleasuring herself ... made her uncomfortable. Seven realized, after a moment or two, that she had forgotten to breath. The sharp intake of breath she then took seemed to get the attention of one of the holographic women, who looked up at her, without pausing the motion of her hands on one of the other women's breasts. She smiled, and then reached out a hand to beckon the former Borg. *join us* .... the meaning was clear. Seven was momentarily panicked. " Computer, freeze program. " She thought for a moment, considering her options. Perhaps another program would be less ... threatening. She was not yet ready to participate. " Computer, end program. Load the next file in the same directory and run. " The Vulcan room and landscape disappeared, and were immediately replaced by something entirely different. The room was now one walled with stone, and there were no windows to allow light to enter, only a few candles. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness, and as they did, she came to realize there were two people in the room. One was young, with light colored hair ... and she was naked. The most interesting thing was that she was standing, arms outstretched, legs spread, appeared to be bound to some sort of metal frame which surrounded her. The look on her face was one of ... concern, if not quite fear. The reason for that concern was obvious from the way the other person in the room was dressed. Her hair was black, true black. As was the leather bodysuit she wore. From the suit dangled tiny metal pieces of indeterminate function, at least to Seven. Most interestingly was that pieces of it seemed to be missing, specifically the pieces which would otherwise have covered her nipples. In her hand was ... a wooden paddle. the Raven-haired woman moved slowly towards the girl tied to the frame, slapping one outstretched palm with the large paddle. They both seemed oblivious to Sevens' presence. That was more acceptable. She found herself leaning against the darkened wall as the black-hairdo woman walked around the blonde girl, so that she was behind her. The paddle drew back, and then swung forward to come in contact with the bare ass before it. Seven was startled by the slapping sound, enough that she almost jumped up in alarm. But it was not her own reaction that fascinated her ... ...The golden haired woman tied to the frame had winced at the paddles' blow, and , and yet ... she also licked her lips as if in anticipation of a delicious feast. --- "Dinner ready yet? " Janeway walked confidently through the door to Torres' quarters, and looked around. There were candles lit on the table, and a remarkable array of food was laid out around them. The smell of the meal was intoxicating. " Wow, you've outdone yourself this time, how many replicator rations did use up for this? " B'Elannas' voice called out from the other room. " I had some saved up ... don't worry. " She appeared presently, carrying two plates for them, but Janeway only noticed the dress she was wearing. B'Elanna was rarely out of uniform ... so to speak ... but now she was wearing the perennial little black dress. The hemline came to about midway down her thigh, and the it's flaring edge twisted as she walked. Very nice, the Captain thought. B'Elanna turned, and smiled. " I hope you're hungry. " "For food or for something else? " "For anything you want ... " Janeway confidently took the Klingon in her arms. If it suited B'Elanna to be ... domestic ... for a while, that was fine. Katherine knew that next week she'd be jumping over furniture and ravishing her again. Her lover did have many moods. B'Elanna's head tilted slightly, and the Captain read the sign correctly and kissed her. " You've already been eating ... " she said after the kiss ended. "I have to taste it to make sure it's seasoned correctly ... some of this I made myself, you know, I'm pretty good in the kitchen. " Torres protested, and smiled. "So are we role-playing now? The little woman waits for her 'man'? Has dinner on the table and afterwards fulfills his every wish? " Janeway couldn't help but tease her. The playful slap on the behind answered Janeways' question. " Every wish, huh? Somehow I don't think we have enough time before I go back on duty ... " They kissed again. " But maybe we can scratch a couple off the list. " "We never have enough time. " but, Janeway thought, when we get home, we'll have all the time in the world. " Dinner? " "Let's " They sat down at the table, and Janeway found herself gazing at Torres as they ate, silently. It had bothered her when Mark and she had not spoken at the table, but somehow, this was different. She didn't feel ill at ease with B'Elanna. She was comfortable here. Safe. And I'll spend all day staring at her in that dress, Janeway thought. The plunging neckline did much to accentuate the soft curves of her breasts ... and I wonder what's pushing them together like that? A new piece of lingerie, perhaps? Something else special for later? God, but this is domestic ... "Do you think maybe ... " Janeway said, between bites, " that we are getting .. routine? You know, too comfortable, too ..." "Hey, I'm the girl in this piece, okay? I'm supposed to be the one asking you relationship questions. " B'Elanna teased. " We are doing traditional human gender roles, remember? " "I'm serious. " But she laughed in spite of herself. She knew B'Elanna was a professional, with a career in StarFleet, and that she would never be content living out this lifestyle on a permanent basis. But it was fun once and a while. I wonder when it'll be my turn to play the ... what did they call it? Housewife ... that's it. " You can pamper me all the time if you want. " "You're just glad I'm letting your bruises heal up. " B'Elanna said. A black and blue Captain would certainly raise some eyebrows. Although if Paris was any indication, some eyebrows were already raising aboard Voyager. Of course it wasn't the inter-racial thing, she knew, and not the same-sex thing either ... simply that officers in the same chain of command don't date each other, at least under normal circumstances. "I told you weeks ago that I like everything you ... " "Sweetheart ... " B'Elanna paused, serious, " I love you. I know you love me too, and I know that you're game for the rough stuff. I have some unhealed bruises too. Paris is beginning to wonder where they're coming from. " She laughed again. " But I'll let him wonder and suffer ... " Janeway chuckled at that. Paris had been after B'Elanna practically from day one " But maybe if he catches on to what's going on he'll leave you alone. " "Maybe I don't want him leaving me alone " B'Elanna teased. "Oh god, " Janeway said in mock alarm, " She's leaving me for a MAN! " a few more bites, and She continued along her original track. "...what I'm trying to say is that if there's anything you want to do to spice up our relationship, I promise I'll think about any suggestions you have. " "Like what? " B'Elanna said, in mid chew. "Well, role playing ... " "We're already doing that. " Janeway balled up her napkin and threw it at her lover. " I'm serious. " "What else. " role playing, at least in a more formal, theatrical style, had never really appealed to B'Elanna. She raised her fork to her mouth, and absent-mindedly licked it. That'll be sure to get Katherine in a state, she thought. "Well ... " "You're thinking about something, and you're afraid to suggest it. " She was already good at reading Katherine, the signs were unmistakable. " What could you possibly be thinking of that I would have a problem with? I've told you all about my checkered past ... " "And you about mine ... but, this is different. " Janeway still hesitated. "What, do you want to bring a guy in or something? " B'Elanna said nonchalantly, wondering if that was it. Well, that wouldn't be so bad. As long as it wasn't ... "Not a man, not exactly ... " B'Elanna said nothing. Another woman? She hid the arousal she felt at the thought by taking another bite of her steak ... and chewing it very thoroughly before responding. " Who did you have in mind? " Janeway procrastinated with the same tactic, until B'Elanna set down her fork, crossed her arms, and gave her a faintly amused look, with one eyebrow raised. " Come on, out with it ... " God this is humiliating, why did I ever bring it up. Fantasies are fantasies, and they should stay that way ... " Nobody in particular, never mind, don't worry about it, I'm not dead set on the idea anyway. " B'Elanna took pity on her lover. " Kathy. " She got up, walked around the table, and knelt beside Janeway's chair. " Is this something you'd like to do? Because ... " she took Janeways' hand in her own " I would. I know it's not that you're dissatisfied with me ... because I don't want to because I'm dissatisfied with you. I want to because the idea turns me on. " "I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else except you ... " Katherine still felt defensive, somewhat. B'Elanna moved up and kissed her, forcefully, this time, and then moved back to her chair. "So who would we let in on this little escapade? " --- Seven, after watching this particular program several times, was in quite a state. As she watched the ritual beating, ( it had to be ritual, no real harm was inflicted, and the subject seemed to get pleasure out of it ... as did Seven.) she began to succumb to the arousal, and found herself kneading her breasts though the opening in her bodysuit. She unclasped it further, so that both hands could cross over each other and onto her naked skin. When her hand moved down to soothe the throbbing between her legs, she felt the wetness even through the material of the jumpsuit. She suddenly wanted someone to do these things to her. The thought of it made her knees weak ... if she had not been leaning against the wall, she surely would have collapsed. When the program ended, she collected herself long enough to consider restarting it for a fourth time. It could certainly be modified so that I could ... participate. Somehow, though, doing these things ... having these things done to her ... by a hologram would not be sufficient. It had to be real. The Doctor had said that these feelings were normal, natural. Who on the ship ... Who could she go to who would do these things to her? Who would she approach? It had to be someone for whom she felt ... attraction. That limited the field somewhat. It also had to be someone who might me attracted to her. That further limited the options. There were few enough that the choice was obvious. --- "That was delicious, thank you, love. " Janeway rubbed her lips with the napkin, and rose, taking a moment to kick off her shoes. "What's for dessert? " B'Elanna gave her a coy look. " Dessert? Aren't you full already? " That was a challenge, Katherine thought. I have a role to play here. I'm the aggressor. That suits me fine ... " No, I think I have room for one more delicacy. " She reached for the engineer, who deftly evaded her grasp. "But I have to clean up! " a feeble protest, but per forma. "The only thing I want you to clean " Janeway said, reaching for the shoulder straps holding the little black dress on B'Elanna's body, " Is me. With your tongue. Now." B'Elanna took a deep breath as the dress fell softly down her body, and to the floor. I hope she likes what's under it. The similar breath that came from Katherine was answer enough. It was a black camisole, satin, delicate and shiny. There was something else under it, a bra, also black, pushing her breasts up and together, and the effect was devastating. The lacy black panties which completed the ensemble were high-cut, and paper-thin. "You are ... gorgeous. " Katherine said, as B'Elanna knelt before her, and reached for her waistband. " How did I get so lucky? " The door did not chime, it merely opened, and both women, startled, snapped their heads around to look. Seven of Nine stood in the doorway, and her bodysuit was open to the waist, revealing a thin streak of skin from her neckline down, between her breasts, to her belly button. She entered, without a word, and the door slide shut behind her. Katherine and B'Elanna were so startled that they had said nothing before the former Borg spoke. "I ..." she said, one hand tugging the bodysuit open further, pulling it down from her shoulders, " Have been a very bad girl. I should be spanked. " --- Janeway was dumbstruck. B'Elanna was not. " Oh ... my God ... "She did not move to retrieve and don her dress, although later she wondered why. Seven pulled the bodysuit completely off and stepped out of it, and stood erect, still just inside the door. She awaited a response from the two women ... ideally it would be the one she had hoped for. They did seem to be preparing for the very activity, or some variation thereof, that she had planned. So much the better. "Seven ... " Janeway turned away from B'Elanna, who simply stood up and crossed her arms in front of her. " You had this planned, didn't you, Katherine? That's what all that talk about 'spicing up our relationship' was about, isn't it? " B'Elanna said, somehow not believing her lover would do this without first making sure it was okay. What made it all the more exasperating was that ... she knew that she would give in. One look at the naked woman at the door made her sure of that. "Of course not ... B'Elanna ... " She looked at Seven. " What on Earth are you doing here? " Seven raised an eyebrow. " Did I not use the correct terminology? It was used in the holodeck program I utilized in my research. " she still did not move. "No, it's not that, the .. terminology was correct. " Janeway could see Torres out of the corner of her eye, looking very amused at her discomfort. " I ... " B'Elanna interrupted. " Seven, why don't you come in and sit down. Are you hungry? " Enough of the submissive act. Janeway glared at her as the tall, languid woman nodded, and walked to the couch, sitting cross-legged. It was a breathtaking sight, despite being so incongruous. "B'Elanna! " Janeway protested. It was apparent that she was no longer in control of the situation, a feeling which is extremely troublesome for Captains ... "Relax. " Torres, still wearing only her underthings, walked to the couch and sat down beside Seven, without taking her eyes off Janeway, and the almost panicked expression on her face. " So, what brought this on? " The question was directed at the borg. "The doctor advised me to employ the holodeck to explore human sexuality. I believe I am ready to further explore it outside the holodeck. I am attracted to both of you, and I suspect, given your current relationship, it is possible that you are attracted to me. Was I incorrect in this assumption? " The question was directed at Janeway, but B'Elanna answered before Janeway had even fully processed it's meaning. "No, you were not incorrect. " Janeway was even further surprised at that. How did B'Elanna know that ... I've been careful not to show any interest in Seven, even when B'Elanna isn't around ... " I think that we should talk about ... " "I think " B'Elanna interjected, still looking at Janeway, watching for signs that she would 'chicken out' " I think that we should go into the bedroom. Wouldn't you say that was a good idea? We can ... talk more comfortably in there. " She rose, and Seven followed suit. "But, " Janeway said, as Seven walked into the other room, leaving B'Elanna and Katherine alone momentarily. She continued in a whisper " *this is not a good idea. We haven't really talked about this* " "Lover. " The half-Klingon took her Captain in her arms, and kissed her. " We've talked enough. You know that you want to do this. I want to do this. Seven ... " she grinned " ... obviously also wants to do this. She's going to have to learn a better pick up line ... " they both laughed at that. " but this is an opportunity we can't pass up. " "B'Elanna, I just ... " B'Elanna silenced her with another kiss, and took her hand, pulling her along behind her, and into the bedroom. Seven sat, back straight, hands clasped in her lap, on the bed. " Shall we proceed? " B'Elanna smiled. " Stand up, Seven. " The Borg immediately complied, and B'Elanna took her place sitting on the edge of the bed. "Now. I want you to undress Katherine. " Seven considered that. " Should I also address you as Katherine? " So much of the protocol for interpersonal relationships were still beyond her comprehension. Katherine, still flustered, but finally coming to terms with what was about to occur, managed a smile. " I think under the circumstances, Captain Janeway would be too formal. " "I agree. " Seven reached out and began pulling at Janeways' trouser clasp. "Wait, " B'Elanna said. " You should kiss her first. You don't just start undressing somebody, you have to get them in the mood. " They would have to guide her through this, probably. No sense in making love to her without Seven having learned something. "Indeed. " Seven leaned forward, hands still on Katherine's waistband, and kissed the woman chastely with closed lips. "No, no. " B'Elanna jumped up, and grabbed Seven, turning her around. " Like this. " She pulled the naked girl against her body, and kissed her passionately. She forced Seven's mouth open with her tongue, and their lips ground against each other. Janeway watched this approvingly, wetting her own lips with her tongue. B'Elanna released Seven, and turned her back to face Katherine. " Now you try it. " Seven, after considering the technique momentarily, grabbed Janeway in much the same manner, and kissed her deeply. Remembering something from her encounter with Dax, of which she had been reminded on the holodeck, she softly bit down on Janeway's bottom lip. That elicited a low moan from Katherine. "I think she's got the hang of it. " B'Elanna said, as she resumed her observing position from the bed. " NOW undress her. And don't forget to touch her body while you're doing it." Seven began unfastening the trousers. She knelt down as she pulled them off with one hand, and slid the other hand up and down Janeway's legs. " That's it. " B'Elanna was clutching at herself as she watched the Borg running her hands along Janeway's thighs. She saw that Janeways' eyes were closed, her mouth still open from the kiss. I wonder what she's thinking .. " Now her top. " Seven stood back up, her face very close to Janeway, wondering how she was going to accomplish this task ... until Katherine raised her arms above her head, and opened her eyes, a smoldering flame of desire resident there. Problem solved ... Seven grabbed the bottom edge of the uniform shirt and pulled it and the undershirt together over Janeway's head. The bra underneath was white, and simple, functional. Seven dropped the shirts on the ground and reached for Katherine's' breasts, kneading them through the bra. "Pinch .. " B'Elanna's hands were on her own breasts, which heaved with heavy breaths. " Pinch them .. the nipples. " God, the power was intoxicating. Seven was so gorgeous, and she was like a puppet ... B'Elanna could command the girl to do anything she wanted to her lover. And Katherine is certainly in a state. Sevens' long fingers clasped around one nipple, and pinched, hard, as she leaned forward to kiss the woman again. Katherine returned the kiss with wild abandon, her own hands reaching around to grasp the fleshy globes of Seven's ass. B'Elanna, behind Seven on the bed, watched as her lover's fingers dug into the girls' skin, leaving white marks when they moved away to slide up Seven's sides and around front to her own breasts. God ... Seven required no further instruction concerning the remaining articles of clothing. She grabbed the front and literally ripped it off, the snap of the breaking clasp immediately followed by a groan of desire from Katherine. B'Elanna almost laughed out loud at the look of surprise that accompanied the groan. " Very nice. " She was about to tell Seven how to proceed when the borg leaned down and took one breast into her mouth. Katherine felt the warm, wet orifice on her skin, and shuddered. For a moment, it seemed to encase her entire body, and she knew that her knees would give out soon. The tongue seemed to touch every part of her body as it circled around a few spare centimeters of skin. Her hands clasped the back of Seven's head, and pushed it into her bosom. Her eyes met B'Elannas, and she watched the engineer's hand emerge from under the camisole and move down between her own thighs, to rub the hot damp ache that burned within her. " I think she's learning. " Seven's lips left her breast long enough to say " My experience is limited, but I have performed these actions once before. " I thought so, B'Elanna mouthed, and Katherine winked. The lips returned, and cold teeth fastened themselves around one nipple, and pulled gently at it. "Oh, God. " Katherine felt Sevens' fingers under the string of her panties, and, with another strong yank, they ripped from her, leaving the flesh of her bottom jiggling and reddened. " Oh, God ... " B'Elanna was beside herself with desire as Seven knelt down before her standing lover and buried her face between Katherine's legs. She reached out and pulled Seven away from Katherine, and literally tossed her onto the bed. She then grabbed Katherine's arm and likewise deposited her unceremoniously beside Seven. " Now " B'Elanna quickly doffed the camisole, and pulled her own panties down and kicked them off. " I believe you said something about a spanking? " She climbed, on her knees, onto the foot of the bed below them. Seven, licking her lips, turned over to lay flat on the bed, as Katherine pulled herself up to the head of the bed to watch, all the while caressing herself. I wish she hadn't interrupted that, she thought, but I'll get mine one way or another ... B'Elanna pulled Seven up onto all fours, and reached through Sevens' legs to cup the girl's womanhood in her palm. She noticed immediately that Seven's swollen labia were wet with her own juices. Her thumb moved back and forth over the girl's clitoris as she inserted one finger into her. Seven began moaning, eyes closed, as B'Elanna's experienced left hand pleasured her, and the right kneaded the flesh of her ass. Soon that hand drew away from the round globe, and swung back at it with a loud smack. "Oh .... " Seven intoned, and dropped her head to look down underneath her to watch B'Elanna's other hand rubbing at her clit. Another smack, and she felt her hands gripping the sheets in a white-knuckled grasp. Another smack, and another .... The pleasure seemed to somehow focus her on, and separate her from, her body, at the same time. Another smack .... Katherine moved to sit in front of Seven, who immediately strained forward to place her mouth between the woman's legs. She saw the sheer delight on B'Elanna's face, as she took out both her desire for and frustration with Seven in the same instant. Each blow to the girl's ass drove her face deeper between Katherine's thighs, which clamped down on her head like a vise. The tongue furiously assaulted her clitoris, the lips sucked on her labia, and soon she was overcome by wave after wave of delirious orgasm. Seven's cries of release followed seconds later, as B'Elanna's one hand rubbed her with utter determination, and with the other landing sharp blows on her behind. She collapsed onto the bed, and shook with spasm after spasm. B'Elanna, drunk with power and desire, reached for Katherine " Now it's your turn. " "Uh-uh. " It was time to regain control. Katherine jumped up from the bed, and reached into a drawer in the nightstand. B'Elanna knew exactly what her Captain intended, and flipped Seven over on her back. The Borg looked up at her blankly, still unrecovered. Torres moved atop her, on her hands and knees, as Katherine fastened the strap-on around her own thighs. B'Elanna leaned down and kissed Seven with surprising gentleness, and felt the girls' hands on her breasts, and rewarded the initiative by sucking the borg's bottom lip with a chuckle. She felt a hand rubbing between her legs, and didn't care whose it was. She knew exactly who was causing the sensation she felt next. Katherine placed the head of the shaft gently between the lips of her lover's vagina, aided by Seven's fingers, and gently leaned forward to push it slowly in. The base of it ground against her own still sensitive clit, and both women moaned in unison as the shaft buried itself in B'Elanna. She paused then, reaching out to run a palm along the Klingon's back, pushing the woman down against Seven's body. She watched, unmoving, as the two kissed, their mouths moving against each other, their hands exploring each other. She began slowly, moving first out, and then back in, until she was sure that there was adequate lubrication. Seven was aiding that, as well, by rubbing gently and B'Elanna's clitoris, and pinching her nipples. " Harder " B'Elanna said softly to the girl, and the fingers in both places became more insistent. Katherine took the request as well. Soon she was pumping her hips against B'Elanna's ass with a vengeance, the slapping sound of their colliding skin achieving a steady rhythm. She saw B'Elanna's head drop to beside Sevens', and her hands grab, as Sevens' had, at the material of the sheets and pillows. Seven turned her own head towards B'Elanna, and soon their two tongues were flicking out to each other, sparring between their open mouths. Katherine fucked her harder, and harder, and every thrust produced a cry. Harder ... "Yes! Yes! " B'Elanna cried out, as Katherine's hands found her shoulders, pulling backwards against each pumping action. Seven gazed up at B'Elanna's tortured face, and felt the sweat dripping from the Klingon's forehead onto her own face. It tasted of salt, and the taste mixed with her own sweat, and that of Katherine's juices. More sweat rained on her face with every thrust of the Captain's hips. Seven placed her free hand between her own thighs, and began doing to herself what she was doing to B'Elanna with the other hand. Soon all three women were crying out in passion, and, when she felt B'Elanna's full weight fall onto her, she knew that the woman had come. Katherine, kneeling behind the two, gasped for breath from the exertion, as she pushed the hair from her face. B'Elanna's face was still hidden against Seven's neck when she began laughing. " Oh my GOD, that was incredible. " She rolled off Seven, after kissing her one last time, and sat up, holding her knees against her chest. She watched Katherine unstrap herself, and lay down on the other side of the girl to catch her breath. "Was that ... " Seven began. "That was. Yes, it was. " B'Elanna said, still chuckling to herself. "Whomever it was that taught you how to do that, I owe them a debt that I can never repay. " Katherine said, moving in to place a kiss on Seven's pouting lips. " You are a very fast learner. " "I am ... glad you enjoyed it. I did as well. " She answered the kiss, and though it was soft, and placid, and gentle, it was not by any means of short duration. B'Elanna sat, looking down at the two women, naked and glistening, lying on the bed with her. I still think you arranged this, Katherine, she thought. But I forgive you. And I also thank you. She smiled. " So what exactly was this program you ran on the holodeck? And why have I never tried it?! " --- Several hours later, B'Elanna was lounging in the bathtub, the warm water caressing weary muscles and aching skin. She felt entirely content, sated in a way she had rarely felt, even since beginning her relationship with Kathy ... who peeked in, and smiled. "She's gone. Back to her quarters. We had a talk. " "Mmmm. " She reached out a hand, which Katherine took, as she sat down on the edge of the tub. "I really didn't plan that. You know that. " "It's all right, I believe you. It was just a hell of a coincidence. " B'Elanna took her lover's palm to her lips, and placed a torturously soft kiss on it. " I love you. " "Me too. " Katherine said, as she undid the knot in her bathrobe and let it fall open. " Can I join you? " "Mmm-hmmm. I wish you would. " "Aren't you tired? " Katherine let the bathrobe slip from her body and stepped into the tub. "I'm never too tired to cuddle with you. Especially if I get to get you all soapy. " "Mmm. I think I need a good scrubbing after that workout. And I'm gonna be sore for days." "What did you say to Seven? " B'Elanna ran the soap over Katherine's back. "Oh, just that this was ... not something she should talk about to the rest of the crew, and that ... she could come back in a few days. I hope that's okay. " B'Elanna's answer was not delivered verbally. "Mmmmm .... " Katherine said, as she slipped down further into the water, and into her lover's waiting arms. --- The End