Understanding  

Seven twitched slightly at the feather-light touch high on her inner thigh. Her body still in the clutches of regeneration, she couldn't make herself move, but her mind struggled to bring herself out of the cycle and back into reality.

Finally the alcove released its grip on her and her eyes opened. Kneeling in front of her, naked, hands hovering in front of Seven's mound, was Captain Janeway.

"Captain?" Seven asked, confused.

The bowed auburn-haired head slowly turned upward, dark, passionate blue-grey eyes meeting surprised blue. "Seven," the smaller woman rasped. "I need you…"

The young Borg instinctively took a step back, pressing her back against the alcove supports. "Captain!" she gasped.

"Please, Seven," she whimpered. "Let me touch you."

"No!"

Seven watched with wide eyes as Janeway's shoulder slumped and she slowly stood up to leave, revealing her body to Seven in the process. With her eyes down turned and head lowered, Janeway didn't see Seven's pupils dilating, or her chest start to rise and fall faster with her breath.

Making a split-second decision, Seven spoke again. "Stop."

Janeway immediately obeyed, freezing in place.

Seven stepped forward and slowly circled the other woman, looking her up and down languidly as she did. "Will you obey everything I say?"

"Yessss," Janeway hissed.

Seven stopped. "Did I tell you to speak?"

Janeway slowly shook her head.

"You will not speak until I tell you. You will do exactly as I say. Understood?"

Janeway nodded again.

"Good. Go over to the far side of the cargo bay. Stand facing the wall, bent at the waist, resting your arms from palm to elbow against the wall. Understood?"

Another nod.

"Go."

Seven watched as Janeway walked slowly across the cargo bay, her head still down, body tense with excitement. When the other woman was out of sight, Seven strode across to the replicator and keyed in a few commands. At the same time, she told the computer to lock the doors with a Borg algorithm and seal off both her and Janeway's communicators.

When everything was ready, she walked to Janeway, finding her exactly as she had told her to be. Keeping her eye on the woman, Seven quickly stripped and redressed in the outfit she had replicated, black leather pants, full corset and gloves. She then picked up a medium length black leather whip and walked over to Janeway.

Holding the whip by both the handle and tip in one hand, she lightly ran the leather across Janeway's back, causing her to shudder, goose bumps breaking out over the pale skin.

"Tell me what you want," Seven whispered, leaning in close to Janeway and letting her breath caress her ear.

Janeway shuddered again, hesitated, then spoke. "I want you."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Whatever you like."

Seven pulled back. "I see. And what if I wish to whip you?" she asked, quickly letting fly with a single lash.

Arching her back away from the sudden stinging pain, Janeway groaned.

"Stay silent!" Seven commanded harshly.

Janeway bit her lip.

Seven picked up another item. "What if I wish to flog you?" She let the flogger caress Janeway's back, bringing a muted, but no less obvious pain.

She switched items again. "What if I wish to beat you?" She swung the rounded paddle hard, catching Janeway in the side, leaving an immediately bruise, and causing the smaller woman to bit her tongue to keep from crying out.

Again, Seven picked up a different item. "What if I simply wish to fuck you?" she asked, pushing the dildo into Janeway, and pulling it back out immediately, making Janeway whimper and clench her muscles, trying to keep the dildo inside her.

"Answer me."

Janeway took a shuddering breath, collecting herself, before speaking. "Everything…"

"You want it all?" Seven asked.

"Yessss…"

Seven lifted her head slightly, looking down at the prone form before her. "Good."

She set the dildo back down and picked up the flogger again, brushing light lashes against Janeway's back, buttocks and thighs. When the skin was red, the body trembling, Seven pulled back, picking up the paddle. She swung it fairly hard against Janeway's ass, tearing a strangled groan from her throat. Seven ignored the sound.

"You like this, don't you, Captain?" Seven asked conversationally, purposely using the other woman's title.

Her answer was a whimper, then a grunt as the paddle connected again.

"Careful, Captain," Seven warned. "If you can't obey the rules and stay silent, I'll have to stop."

Janeway tensed in protest, but managed to choke down her slight vocalizations as the paddle continued to connect with her ass.

Finally Seven pulled away and picked up the whip. She waited.

Janeway stood against the wall absolutely still, waiting for the next sensation. Nothing happened. Slowly she relaxed, then started to sway slightly in a minor show of impatience. Still nothing. An annoyed sound rumbled in the back of her throat, making its way passed her lips, and suddenly pain exploded on her back, and she screamed, then she was flat against the fall, the black whip tight around her throat, Seven's body pressed tight against her.

"When I tell you to be silent," Seven rasped, her voice husky with lust, "I expect you to obey. No. Matter. What. _Understood_?"

Janeway nodded quickly.

"Answer aloud."

"Yes, I understand," she said quickly.

"Good. Now silence." Seven back off, letting the whip slide across Janeway's skin. She watched as the woman repositioned herself in her former stance, then flicked her wrist, the whip connecting against Janeway's back.

She watched as the now sweat-soaked skin blossomed red under her care, the lean back arching at the stinging touch.

Minutes passed, with only the sound of the whip swishing through the air, and the crack of leather against flesh as it connected. Finally Seven stopped, Janeway's back a perfect criss-cross web of tiny red lines.

Janeway trembled. She knew what Seven was going to do next. She had used the flogger, the paddle and the whip… all that was left was the dildo. Janeway felt her inner muscles clench in anticipation. She nearly jumped when she felt two leather-encased hands sliding along her very sensitive back.

The hands slid around to her front and up to her breasts, grabbing them in a tight grip. They roughly massaged and squeezed the breasts, pulling on the nipples, pinching, twisting… Janeway was in delicious agony, panting and arching into the hands at her breasts.

She wasn't expecting the sudden entry of the dildo, and barely managed to bite off her groan in time. Seven didn't give her time to adjust to the intrusion, and pulled the fake penis back out almost all the way before slamming back in, repeating the motion over and over, all the while mauling the breasts in her hands.

"Don't climax," Seven panted, "until I tell you to."

"May I speak?" Janeway groaned through clenched teeth.

Seven's movement stopped dead. Janeway froze as well, terrified that Seven was going to leave. "You may," Seven finally answered, but not resuming her movement.

"Oh, god, Seven, fuck me, please!" Janeway gasped loudly, pushing back against the other woman.

"Hard?" Seven asked, voice low… dangerous.

"God, yes!"

Seven pulled out completely. "Stay where you are," she warned, leaving Janeway for a moment. When was back, she slammed the dildo back into her captain's body, causing her to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. She had exchanged the dildo she had been using for a much larger one. For a moment, Seven was unsure it had been a wise decision, but then Janeway pressed her hips back, taking the mammoth cock in even further.

"Yesss…"

Seven brought her hands back up to Janeway's breasts, playing with them roughly as she fucked her hard. They were both trembling, suspended on the edge of climax. Letting one hand drop down, Seven forcefully rubbed Janeway's clit.

Janeway cried out, her head thrown back as she alternately pushed herself further onto the dildo, then against Seven's finger. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, wound tight, waiting for that moment, that word…

"Now, Captain," Seven whispered into her ear. "Come for me now."

With a wail of pure pleasure, Janeway immediately spasmed round the cock inside her, her clit throbbing against Seven's finger, juices running freely down her thighs. Seven followed Janeway into her pleasure, her own sexual juices released in a flood.

When they both came to their senses, they were crumpled on the floor, Seven's strap-on still buried completely inside Janeway's body. Carefully untangling themselves, they exchanged shy smiles.

"That was different."

Seven raised her eyebrow. "Is that not what you wanted?"

The auburn-haired woman smiled blissfully. "That was *exactly* what I wanted. Thank you, Seven."

Seven smiled back. "You are welcome, Kathryn."

They grinned at each other for a moment longer, before gathering up their "toys" and dressing, hoping that no one would realize just what, exactly, the captain and her wife had been up to.