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| ShatterStorm Productions
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DISCLAIMER: Paramount owns the characters. I just borrow them to work out a few demons I may have. I return them basically unharmed, but maybe a little better for the experience.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This series is NC17 in nature, as it depicts scenes of lesbian lovemaking. It also attempts to follow the course of a mature, caring lesbian relationship. If you are under 18, or feel offended by this type of thing, please do not read any further. Thank you....
"Come on, B'Elanna. You'll enjoy this, I know you will."
"But I look *ridiculous*, Captain," came the reply as she looked down at the long frilly dress she wore. "This is not something a Klingon would wear."
"Ah, but you're half-human," Janeway replied, smiling deviously, "and your human ancestors *did* wear clothes like this."
"I doubt any of *my* ancestors did. We're too proud to degrade ourselves like this," she said with a huff.
Kathryn sighed. "You'll wear the dress and enjoy yourself. And that's an order, Lieutenant."
They walked into the holodeck, found themselves immersed in eighteenth century France, one of Kathryn's favorite programs. B'Elanna gazed at the dark opulence of the manor house they stood in, whistled softly under her breath. "This definitely isn't Sandrine's."
Kathryn chuckled, thought, *You don't even know...* Then she said, "Maybe you'll enjoy it enough to start using my programs instead of Tom's?" It was asked lightly, teasingly.
"Tom's programs are definitely different from this one. Maybe I'll find some merit in these clothes after all."
"That's the spirit, B'Elanna. Just enjoy yourself and go with the flow."
They walked a bit farther before being met by a pair of women in plain dresses. The younger one was crying, struggling to walk as if in pain, and trembled as she was led away by the older one. Kathryn approached the pair, who bowed low before her.
"Marquess, the Marquis is searching for you."
"Is he now?" she asked, then gazed at the younger woman. "Celeste, have you *still* not performed your lessons correctly?" The girl burst into fresh tears. "Hush, child, no need for tears. You must study harder or the Marquis will surely beat you for insolence." She turned to the elder. "Yvette, take Celeste to her room and go over her lessons with her. Make sure she does them correctly."
"No, Marquess! Please, no!" Celeste cried, dragged away by Yvette.
"What was that all about?" B'Elanna asked, following Kathryn down the corridor.
"Celeste had been -- *reluctant* -- to learn her lessons. The Marquis is getting very angry with her."
"But she was terrified at the thought of studying her lessons. Captain, what's going on?"
"While we are here, you will address me as Marquess. Is that clear, B'Elanna?" Her tone of voice was harsher than normal, showed she would brook no dissent.
"Uh, yes, Ca-- Marquess."
"Very good. Now, follow me and we shall go find the Marquis." Silently, they walked down several corridors, then Kathryn suddenly stopped, pulling a handkerchief from her sleeve. Standing behind B'Elanna, she blindfolded the younger woman quickly, efficiently. "There. Now, just relax and let me guide you. The Marquis doesn't like to be disturbed or caught unawares by someone new."
"But--"
"Hush, B'Elanna," Kathryn replied, two fingers over the woman's lips. "Trust me," she murmured in the dark ear.
B'Elanna nodded, submitting herself to her captain's wishes. She listened intently as she was led forward. The sounds of leather againstt flesh reverberated in her head, as did the cries of pain accompanying them. The smell of sweat, blood, and sex hung heavy in the air, teasing her sensitive Klingon nose, making her mouth water.
"So you finally show yourself?" The voice was smooth as silk, a delightful baritone.
"Forgive me, Marquis, but I--"
"And who is this exquisite beauty with you?"
"A new student, Marquis. I guarantee she will prove more worthy of your tutelage than Celeste."
"Celeste? Bah! That girl is too timid for her own good. But this one," he said, a finger tracing B'Elanna's jaw, "this one looks spirited, and well worthy of my tutelage."
"That she is, Marquis, that she is." B'Elanna noted a difference in the captain's voice, but couldn't quite name it.
"What's your name, pet?" he purred in her ear.
"B'Elanna, Marquis."
He chuckled delightedly. "You've begun her training already, my marquess?"
"Anything to regain your favor after bringing Celeste to you, Marquis."
"Very good, Marquess, but I believe you'll need to do more than that to regain my favor. Perhaps a refresher of your own lessons of so long ago?"
"Oh, thank you, Marquis!" she breathed, excitement exuding in her voice, and B'Elanna's sensitive nose picked up the subtle pheromonal increase from her captain.
B'Elanna felt herself being led away by strong but sure hands. Forcing herself to relax, she went placidly, sensing the captain nearby. After a moment, she was stopped and those same hands spread her legs before snapping shackles around them. B'Elanna stiffened at that, wanted to say something, but didn't for some strange reason, trusting her captain.
"My marquess, I believe you should do the honors this first time," came the Marquis' silken voice, almost from nowhere.
"As you wish, Marquis."
"I do. I haven't seen your work in a long time. You have such finesse."
Kathryn smiled, cheeks coloring a bit at the compliment. She moved to stand in front of her friend. "Just relax, B'Elanna," she murmured. "I think you'll like this."
B'Elanna nodded, inhaling the soft scent of Kathryn's hair brushing her cheek. She felt the woman open the ties at the cuffs of her sleeves, then felt her fingers trail up the length of those sleeves. B'Elanna shivered at the touch of her captain's fingers at the nape of her neck. "Ooohhh, Captain," she moaned softly.
Kathryn chuckled softly, murmuring, "Marquess, my dear, not Captain."
"Mm-hmm." B'Elanna could barely speak as she felt Kathryn's fingers begin to slowly undo the buttons and stays along the back of her dress. Despite the heat of the room, B'Elanna shivered as the air caressed her back, whimpering again.
Kathryn slowly pulled the bodice down off the young woman's body, eyes delightedly appraising the lean muscular back. "Such soft, delicate skin," she cooed, fingers dancing along the bony ridge of her spine. "Such a contrast to this sturdy Klingon spine."
"I'm glad you approve -- ooh!" B'Elanna groaned, swearing she felt Kathryn's lips brushing her shoulder blade.
"Oh, I approve, my dear, I approve," Kathryn replied, moving around to face B'Elanna. She took in the sight before her, smiling at the sweat-sheened, erect nipples. Taking one of the dark hands in her own, she locked it in a manacle above B'Elanna head, then did the same for the other. There was no way B'Elanna could escape now.
"Marquess, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were taking extra pleasure from this one."
"At the risk of your wrath, I do enjoy this very much."
"Then continue."
Kathryn smiled and leaned forward. Her lips lightly brushed across the tips of each stiff nipple. She delighted in the sharp breath B'Elanna took at that touch. "Are you enjoying this, B'Elanna?" she asked, moving behind her friend again.
"Oh yes, Marquess."
"I'm glad."
**CRACK**
"Unghh!" B'Elanna cried out as the crop bit into her flesh. She arched her back as the crop landed with a second biting blow. And a third. A fourth. A fifth. Then they stopped, and B'Elanna felt the tip of the crop lightly trace the welts, and she sucked in her breath, letting it out in a small moan.
Kathryn reached up, pulled the blindfold from B'Elanna's eyes. "B'Elanna?"
"Yes, Marquess?" came the soft, ragged reply.
"Would you like me to stop?"
"No, Marquess. I am at your mercy. Teach me all you know. Let me show you that I can learn what Celeste can't."
Kathryn watched the young woman's back for a moment, staring at the welts there, listened to the uneven breathing, then walked around to face her again. "Computer, freeze program. B'Elanna, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Marquess. Please continue."
"B'Elanna," Kathryn asked, staring at the woman, "do you know what you're asking for?"
B'Elanna opened her eyes, smoldering with desire, held the captain's gaze. "I know," she whispered. "Just ditch the old man. I like his work, not him."
Kathryn smiled broadly. "Computer, continue program, but erase the image of the Marquis." Then she leaned in closer, whispered in the woman's ear, "Let me know if I go too far."
Quickly licking the woman's cheek, she returned to her work. The riding crop sang through the air before it snapped against B'Elanna's back, causing an angry red welt to appear. The Klingon cried out, back arching, arms straining against her restraints. Again and again, the crop landed on her back, leaving a mass of bleeding crisscrossed welts. B'Elanna writhed like a wild woman, moaning and snarling in pleasure. When the bites of the crop stopped, B'Elanna's head snapped around. "More!" she growled at Kathryn.
Kathryn stepped back, a malicious grin spreading over her face. "More? Am I mistaken or did I just hear *you* order *me* to do something? That's not how this works, B'Elanna. You do as I say, not the other way around."
B'Elanna whined, her body straining for the touch of the crop again. Kathryn tried to stay strong, but couldn't. The sight of that lithe body writhing before her was just too much. She turned, set the crop aside, then gently eased the dress down to B'Elanna's ankles, exposing the rest of her body. Reaching behind, she grabbed the first thing she touched to continue with the "lesson".
"Yes!" B'Elanna screamed as the barbed ends of the cat-o-nine tails sliced into her back and ass. Then she cried when Kathryn stopped after only two more bloody blows. She was caught between agony and ecstasy as sweat and blood mingled and burned in her various wounds, and she trembled, teetering on the verge of an explosive orgasm. "Please, Marquess," she begged, "I'm so close."
As Kathryn stood there, surveying the quivering woman before her, an idea came into her head. She stepped around to face the Klingon again. It was true that B'Elanna was near her orgasm, the frustration was plain on her face, in her tightly shut eyes. Kathryn cupped her cheek, lightly traced the jaw to the parted lips with her thumb. Then she leaned in and gently kissed those lips for the briefest of seconds before pulling back.
"B'Elanna, look at me," she whispered.
B'Elanna opened her eyes to see Kathryn beginning to undo the stays of her bodice, slowly peeling the garment down off her body. She didn't stop at the waist, as she'd done with B'Elanna, but slid the dress completely off her body, daintily stepping out of the puddle of fabric at her feet. Reaching up behind her in a way that she knew would thrust her chest toward her captive friend, Kathryn pulled the pins holding her bun in place, freeing her long hair to flow about her shoulders. B'Elanna shuddered, mouth watering even more, as she stared at the pale beauty before her.
"Do you like what you see?" Kathryn asked, gently teasing her own nipples, then bit her lip to keep from crying out. This program always made her lose control, but this was different.
"Oh, yes, my Marquess, very much," B'Elanna groaned, straining to free herself from her captive state. At that moment, all she wanted to do was wrap her lips around those perky little nipples and never let go. "Please, Marquess, I'm begging you. Let me loose."
Kathryn smiled and continued to tease her nipples. One hand slid down over her belly and between her spread legs. She knew B'Elanna's eyes were following her every move as a hawk targeting its prey. She groaned softly, sliding two fingers deep into her pussy, twirling them around. Then she slid them out and walked over to the subjugated woman. Knowing what it would do to B'Elanna, she lightly passed her slick fingers under the woman's nose.
B'Elanna growled softly, tongue darting out in an attempt to capture those fingers. At their second pass beneath her nose, her head darted out faster, capturing them between her lips. Her tongue snaked around the slick digits as she sucked them deeper into her mouth. "Mmmm," she moaned, licking every last drop from them, all the while her eyes boring into those of her captain. "Let me loose," she whispered, releasing the fingers. "Let me love you."
Kathryn almost did as she was asked, mesmerized by the exquisite tongue, then she remembered herself and stepped back again. She pulled a chair over to sit in front of B'Elanna, legs hanging over the arms. Her hand went back to her pussy, fingers sinking in effortlessly as she used her other hand to toy with her nipples. "No, my dear B'Elanna. You still have things to learn. For instance, you've no idea yet how to pleasure me, make me happy."
"I'm sure I could figure it out," she managed to choke out.
Kathryn ignored those words, continuing to stroke the inner walls of her pussy. Then her slick fingers slid up to brush across her stiff clit, eliciting a sigh from both women. As she slowly stroked her body toward climax, she took the time to study her friend's body. She noted that each of her own near-orgasmic shudders was mirrored in the darker woman's body. And then she noticed the glistening trail making its way down B'Elanna's inner thigh, the spasming of her various muscles, and the ragged moans issuing from her parted lips. Her eyes were shut again, the dark head resting on one trapped arm. Kathryn quietly stood and went to B'Elanna, reaching up to release her arms.
"No," B'Elanna growled softly. "Not yet, Marquess, please."
"What?" Kathryn was confused now. "But you just said--"
"Let me come this way. Finish what you've started. Let me hear your pleasure as you come, then I'll come. Please?" She opened her eyes again, pleading silently. Kathryn stared at her for a long moment, sighed softly. She noticed B'Elanna's smile as the dark eyes drifted shut again, knew the woman believed she'd comply. But, B'Elanna believed wrong. Kathryn leaned forward, gently kissing the lush lips, then plunged her fingers deep into B'Elanna's dripping cunt. All it took was that simple penetration, and the half-Klingon was over the edge. Her body spasmed and fought her restraints as her orgasm barreled through her. Cries and screams of ecstatic agony ripped from her lips, and her lower lips clamped down, trapping Kathryn's fingers inside.
"Computer, delete restraints and create a bed under us," Kathryn murmured, loud enough for the computer to register, but not loud enough for her trembling friend to even think of hearing. Wordlessly, the two women fell onto the bed, Kathryn atop B'Elanna, who was still shaking in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Finally able to remove her fingers, Kathryn held her close, gently kissing the damp forehead, murmuring soft words of reassurance. When she noticed the younger woman's breathing had finally calmed, she leaned up on an elbow and looked down into the dark eyes, a gentle smirk turning up the corners of her mouth. "Feeling better?"
"Much. Thank you," B'Elanna replied softly.
"You're welcome," Kathryn murmured, gently stroking back a strand of damp hair from her face. "But how do you know I'm finished with you?"
"Because you removed my restraints," came the logical reply. "And because you look nearly as worn out as I feel." Kathryn nodded and sighed, snuggling closer. B'Elanna just held her for a moment, reveling in what had just transpired. Then she realized something. "My marquess, may I request a boon of you?" she asked, keeping with the tone of their game.
"Of course, my pet," came the soft reply, though Kathryn didn't look up. She was suddenly very comfortably wrapped around the lithe body.
"May I demonstrate my lessons? Show you what I learned today?" It was asked softly, almost timidly. B'Elanna really wasn't sure if they were finished with this game or not.
It seemed like forever before Kathryn answered her. "And how do you propose doing that, pet?" It was asked just as softly as B'Elanna's question, though not as timid.
"I had thought of pleasuring you, but it is your choice how I demonstrate my lessons, Marquess."
Kathryn thought for a long moment, debating the alternatives in this question. She looked into the liquid brown eyes, saw the sincerity there, and smiled. "I will grant your boon." Her smile widened as she saw the happy grin spread across B'Elanna's face. "And I will give you a further boon. You may demonstrate your lessons in anyway you choose. I give you control."
****
The weekly senior officers meeting the next morning started basically as usual. Chakotay was the first to arrive after Kathryn. Luckily, he missed watching her limping in and gingerly easing into her chair. B'Elanna had relished in showing off her own prowess with the riding crop, though Kathryn knew she'd held back out of deference to *her Marquess*. The rest of the officers slowly filed in as they usually did, with Tom Paris strolling in just seconds before he'd be considered late. When B'Elanna had walked in, Kathryn stopped what she was saying to Chakotay to watch the young woman slowly, carefully go to sit down in her chair, flashing an unusually warm smile toward her captain. Kathryn knew that B'Elanna's back was still riddled with the painful welts she'd inflicted, just as her own back was. Both had refused a trip to Sickbay, choosing instead to wear their wounds as proud badges of their courage, reminders of their wonderful evening on the holodeck.
The business of the meeting went on as usual as well. There really wasn't anything that drastically required their attention and observation in this particular part of the Delta Quadrant, so they were back to running diagnostics and determining exactly what they should be doing to return home. As each officer went through the report of his or her department, Kathryn listened, but her eyes kept wandering to the figure of her Chief Engineer sitting across from her. And each time she gazed that way, she was met with the warm, amused gaze of B'Elanna's eyes on her, doing the same thing.
And then it was B'Elanna's turn to report. She took a deep breath, then stood, quickly turning away from the group to hide the grimace of pain. She cleared her throat as she reached the wall monitor and activated the diagram of the warp core. "Well, basically we've been doing some tests on the warp drive, trying to determine how we can sustain maximum warp for longer and longer periods of time, enabling us to get home just that much quicker, as well as trying to see if we can exceed what was specified as maximum warp for Voyager."
"And what have you learned so far?" Chakotay asked. But B'Elanna didn't answer. She had her eyes closed, fighting off a wave of pain after brushing her back against the wall a bit too quickly.
"B'Elanna?" Kathryn asked, genuinely worried by the barely disguised grimace of pain on the engineer's face.
"Yes, Marquess?" came the soft reply. Then B'Elanna's features flushed as she realized what she'd said. "I'm sorry, what did you say, Captain?"
"Are you alright?" Kathryn couldn't contain the blush that had crept up into her own cheeks.
"I'll be fine, Captain. I just -- overdid it last night on the holodeck, I guess." She didn't exactly lie, and Kathryn had to give her credit for that. "We really haven't come to any conclusions that would provide us a faster method of returning home yet, but we are still working on it. As soon as we have something more concrete, I will let you know."
Kathryn nodded. "If there's nothing else, I will consider this meeting adjourned. Keep me posted, people. I want to get home just as much as the rest of you." Everyone began to leave, and she noticed B'Elanna hadn't moved from her spot yet. The engineer tried to look as if she was studying something on the monitor, but Kathryn knew she was waiting for everyone else to leave before beginning her slow, painful trek back to her quarters. When everyone had finally filed out, leaving just the two of them, Kathryn went to B'Elanna's side. "B'Elanna? Are you okay? Perhaps you *should* go to see Doc. Maybe we overdid it last night."
"I'll be fine," B'Elanna replied, shaking her head. "I just stood up a bit too quickly, that's all. I just need a day or so for the swelling to really go down, then I'll be as good as new."
Kathryn stared into the dark eyes. "Are you sure?" B'Elanna nodded. "Okay, but don't refrain from getting treatment just for my benefit. I won't be angry if you let Doc heal your back."
"I know," B'Elanna said, leaned forward to brush her lips across Kathryn's. That brush became a kiss, and their arms wound around each other's bodies, holding them closer as the kiss deepened.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean--" Tom Paris's stunned voice pulled them apart. "I, uh, I forgot my PADD." He quickly picked up the item and started to leave, as if ignoring what he'd seen. At the door, he stopped and turned around, smirking a bit. "I'm glad to see that the captain has found a more willing pupil than Celeste."
B'Elanna's eyes widened at that remark, and Kathryn's closed, her cheeks flushing a deep red again. "What?"
"Your little slip-up was all I needed to confirm my suspicions. There's only one program that I know of that requires the use of the title Marquess *and* would make you so stiff you can hardly walk."
"How do you know about that program, Paris?"
"Who do you think helped her program it?" came his quiet quip as he walked out of the room.
B'Elanna turned her gaze back to the captain, shocked hurt in her eyes. "Is he serious?"
Kathryn nodded. "He did help me program it, I didn't think I could program in all the variables I wanted to have, so I asked for his help. I'm sorry. I didn't think to tell you."
B'Elanna suddenly smiled and kissed Kathryn. "It's okay. If he even *thinks* of spreading any rumours about this, I'll be giving Flyboy a little lesson of his own, and I won't be so gentle as I was with you."
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