PART TWO

Kathryn was afraid, she freely admitted that. A spear of panic pierced her heart as she walked into the pitch black quarters she now shared with Seven. It was the kind of fear she loved, though, the kind that left her wet with anticipation. She had no idea what Seven had planned for her tonight but she was certain it would hurt like hell and scare her half to death. A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine at the thought.

Earlier in the day Seven had come to see her in her ready room to make sure she still wanted to go ahead with it. She had admitted she was nervous but told Seven she was also so excited at the prospect that she couldn't concentrate on her work. Seven had treated her to a special tea brew of her own making, saying it would soothe her and allow her to complete her work in good time and thus not be late for their rendezvous. Janeway smiled at the Borg efficiency that Seven employed even in this situation and accepted the tea. It had worked, in fact it had worked so well that she had fallen asleep hunched over her desk, something she had only ever done once before, when she had been drugged by a Cardassian. She awoke refreshed but a little groggy and realised she had slept for two hours and it was time to go and meet Seven.

When she had first explained her sexual proclivities to Seven, the young woman had been unsure, to say the least. She didn't want to hurt Kathryn, the woman she loved with all her heart, and she didn't want to frighten her either; but as she came to understand the nature of Kathryn's sexuality she relaxed considerably and gained confidence. It was not so much the fear and pain that Kathryn craved, she realised, (though they did turn her on to an almost alarming degree), it was the loss of control that was necessary for them to occur. "I want you to control me completely," she had said to Seven, "I am yours to do with as you will, take me, mould me, possess me."
"But how will I know if I go too far?"
"You can't go too far with me, my love."
"Even you must have limits of endurance, Kathryn."

If Janeway had limits then Seven hadn't found them yet. The woman was incredible in what she could stand. They had agreed on a safe word, but Kathryn had never used it, even when Seven had taunted her with it and actively tried to break her by increasingly terrifying means. For as Seven grew into her role and realised that she actually loved it, her creativity let rip. She was a true artist and the holodeck was her palette. Her ingenuity was endless as she pushed Kathryn further and further, harder and harder with each new programme and she felt an incredible power growing in her. Only today, as she had sat trying to create a programme that would push Kathryn even further, had she realised than reality was infinitely scarier and more intense that the holodeck could ever be. In the real world one could really be damaged. When she had informed Kathryn that she had plans for her that didn't involve the holodeck, the brave captain had shivered at the possible reprecussions and that shiver of fear had brought with it a thrill of anticipation and pleasure, but now she was suddenly unsure. She knew that she now had no safety net other than her trust in Seven, and real fear crahsed through her, squeezing her heart and lungs. Was this, after all, her limit?

"Computer, lights" she ordered tentatively as she stepped through the door, but nothing happened. She was about to try the order again when she was shoved violently forward by some invisible force, and landed heavily on the floor. She lay still, panting slightly from the blow. "Seven?" she asked cautiosly, and then cried out as something hard and heavy pushed savagely down on her butt. "Quiet!" came the order in Seven's authoratitive tone, and then she felt a handful of her hair being grabbed and gasped as her head was yanked up harshly. Hot breath and a soft but meancing voice tickled her ear, "You will not speak unless I give you permission! Is that clear?" Kathryn knew enough to keep her mouth shut until her head was given a jerk and Seven's raised voice demanded "Answer!"
"Yes, Seven, I understand" she replied with some difficulty, caused by the angle at which her head was bent back.

Seven let go of her hair with a slight push of her head and she let it fall to the floor. The Borg's next order was given in a softer tone, but still a tone that clearly meant business. "Get up" she said, "and take off your clothes." Kathryn obeyed instantly, as she always did and soon she was standing naked in the middle of the pitch black room. Her eyes had adjusted a little and she could just see the dark shape of her lover hovering around her; Seven, of course, could see much more, thanks to her Borg technology, and she reached out with both hands and grabbed Kathryn's nipples with pinpoint accuracy, pinching them hard. Kathryn responded with a sharp intake of breath between gritted teeth, and Seven smiled wickedly as she stepped nearer and took Kathryn into her arms. She ran her hand through Kathryn's hair, and pulled her head back gently so that the captain's face was angled up to hers. "Can you see anything?" she asked softly and smiled when Kathryn took a breath to answer and then thought better of it. Seven chuckled quietly and felt the power building in her. Kathryn Janeway was the strongest most corageous and powerful person she had ever met and yet she belonged to Seven body and soul, she would do whatever Seven told her to, without protest, without question. Seven still couldn't quite believe the power that Kathryn had given her. She smiled indulgently and planted a soft kiss on Kathryn's neck. "Answer me, Kathryn. Can you see me?"
"Only your shape, Seven."
Seven smiled again and traced Kathryn's lips with her Borg thumb. "And do you like that shape, my love?"
"You know I do, Darling."
"Good, then you may feel me." She reached down to take Kathryn's hands which, since she had not had permission to touch, had been hanging by her sides, and placed them on her own hips. She bent to trace the veins in Kathryn's neck with her tongue, soon adding painfully light kisses, and moved up slowly to her ear. "Caress me, Kathryn," she whispered, "I need your touch." It was an order Kathryn was always happy to obey and she began to run her hands gently up and down Seven's long back, pausing for a while to caress her perfectly formed butt. She wanted desperately to touch the Borg's skin, but as she had been forbidden to speak she could not make the request that was on the tip of her tongue and had to content herself with feeling the shape of the gorgeous body in her arms. Seven let out a long sigh and relaxed into Kathryn's embrace. "Mmmmm...that is so nice" she moaned softly, resting her cheek on Kathryn's naked shoulder. The moment was beautiful and tender, but Kathryn knew that Seven's mood could change at any moment and so she did not let herself go. She was right to stay ready, she had learnt that with Seven she always had to be ready for anything. Suddenly Seven lifted her head and stepped away, "enough!" she said, her voice now hard and authoritative.

Kathryn could see Seven's impressive shape moving away from her and her arms ached with emptiness. Soon however they were being raised over her head and tied wide apart to something above her. Next Seven secured her ankles as wide apart as she could get them so that Kathryn formed a St Andrew's cross. The position was uncomfortable, but Kathryn was used to it, and worse. "Computer," Seven called, "lights, one eighth" and as the blackness receeded Kathryn saw Seven in all her splendour, and gasped. The young Borg was dressed all in black; trousers with a loose shirt tucked in and calf-length leather boots. Her blonde mane was free and fell around her face in wild waves. From her leather belt hung a cat-o'nine-tails and a coiled bullwhip. Kathryn shuddered at the sight but could not tear her eyes away.

Seven regarded her victim with cool blue eyes, circling her slowly and raking her steely gaze over the helpless body displayed before her. Kathryn was already trembling in her bonds in anticipation of what was to come, and she inhaled deeply as she felt the lightest of touches on her back. "Kathryn," Seven whispered in her ear, as her hands crept around to caress Kathryn's breasts lightly. "I have something slightly different in mind for tonight, if you are agreeable to the plan." Her hands became more insistent as they pinched Kathryn's nipples, causing the captain to wriggle and drop her head back onto Seven's shoulder with a gasp of pleasure. Seven continued to molest the captain silently at a maddeningly slow pace, her pinches growing harder as she felt Kathryn melting. The young Borg was careful how much pressure she applied with her left hand, having learnt the lesson early on in their relationship that the enhanced strength that the Borg technology had given it could easily damage her human lover. After a few moments of this sweet torture, Kathryn was almost ready to come. She wanted to beg Seven to allow her the threatened orgasm, but she knew there would be dire consequences for disobeying Seven's order of silence. Seven knew very well the quandry her captain was in and was determined to tease her to distraction. She ceased her ministrations and, never breaking contact with Kathryn's silky skin, she ducked under the upstretched arm and moved around to watch the captain's face, letting her hands rest on the panting chest.

"No, Kathryn," she laughed, "not yet, my love." Then she leaned forward and whispered menacingly in Kathryn's ear "I forbid it." She stood back to observe the look of intense frustration on Kathryn's face and added "but I release you from your silence, you may speak whenever you wish."
"Thank you, Seven" panted the captain as she squirmed under Seven's glare. Seven moved away and sat in her chair facing the helpless captain. She crossed her legs in a gesture she had learnt from her lover, and looked nonchalantly at her writhing captive, a wicked smile playing on her full lips. She had learnt that Kathryn was easily stimulated and that once she was aroused she could not relax until she came, but she also knew the captain's amazing powers of self-control, and her fear of Seven's punishments. It aroused her amazingly to see Kathryn struggle with her intense physical needs, it was an excellent method of torture. "So, my love, do you have something to ask me?"
"yes....you know...I do" gasped the captain, struggling to control her breathing. She raised her head to look pleadingly Into Seven's eyes, "please, Seven.....p..please...let me."
A look of fury came into the Borg's eyes and she stood abruptly and strode over to the captain, seized her already aching nipples firmly and barked, "I said 'no', Kathryn" Janeway cried out and flung back her head at the sharp pain that radiated from her nipples, but rather than dampening her ardour the sudden stimulation only served to highten it more.
"OH GOD...SEVEN, PLEASE!" she sobbed, unable to breathe for the combination of intense pain and even more intense pleasure that coursed through her trembling body.
"You will control yourself, Kathryn," Seven ordered giving a twist to the hard, reddened buds. She licked her lips as Kathryn's response sent shivers of desire down her own spine and asked matter-of-factly "is that clear?"
"Y... yes, Seven.I...I'm sorry."

Seven returned to her chair and waited quietly while Kathryn calmed herself. When she felt that the captain was ready for a coherent conversation she enquired "so would you like to hear my plan?"
"of course" came the slightly breathless reply.
"well then," Seven began, "you know I like to watch your face, to observe your body reacting to my... attentions. That's very difficult to do when I have to concentrate on what I'm doing to you. Watching a hologram work on you is just not the same, so I have come up with a solution. I've invited someone to join us, to take my place so that I may be free to watch you. What do you think of that, my darling?"

Kathryn was horrified. "Seven, I can't... I mean... who have you invited?"
"Who would you like me to have invited, Kathryn? It's all right, you can tell me."
"It doesn't matter...I... I can't, it would be... humiliating."
"maybe that's the point" Seven drawled as she strode towards her helpless victim. "Kathryn, You are mine, are you not? "
Kathryn was suddenly breathless, "yes Seven," she reassured, "completely."
Seven's mouth was now so close to Kathryn's, that the captain could feel the Borg's breath on her lips. "If you are mine, then I may do with you as I will. Is that not so?"
Kathryn was getting flustered, "yes, but...I...I.."
Seven continued undeterred "You are my property, and if I choose to share my property with my friend, that is my right... yes? "
"yes, but...I can't Seven."

Seven reached out and caressed Kathryn's cheek tenderly. "Kathryn," she asked, "Do you think B'Elanna Torres will have less respect for you as captain, merely because she is allowed to see your... needs?"
Kathryn raised her head quickly to look into Seven's eyes. "... B'Elanna?" She asked.
Seven looked knowingly into Kathryn's eyes and a wicked smile crept over her mouth. "Ah, I see my choice does not entirely displease you!" The captain lowered her head and winced, trying to control the spark of arousal caused by the thought of being beaten by B'Elanna. "It's all right Kathryn, I know you are attracted to her, I cannot blame you for that...She is extremely attractive."
Kathryn raised her head tentatively and smiled, "Seven, may I ask you something?"
"Of course, my love."
"Have you... have you slept with B'Elanna?"
Seven looked at her with mild amusement, and asked "does that matter?"
"It's your business, of course, but I would like to know."
Seven moved around her lover slowly, like a great bird of prey circling its victim. She stopped in front of the captain so close that their lips were almost touching but there was no threat in her face, only tenderness as she bent to kiss her captain. "... No, I have not... yet!" she said gently, "but unless I call to stop her, she will be here in 30 minutes." She reached up and released Janeway from her restraints "come and sit," she ordered softly, taking Kathryn by the hand, "and tell me what you think of the plan."

When Seven was back in her throne-like chair with Kathryn sitting in her lap, gently caressing her face, she asked "well?"
"I can't deny the thought excites me," she said, and gasped as Seven stroked lightly on her sex.
The Borg brought her hand away, covered with the evidence of that arousal, and gave her lover a warm smile, "no, you certainly can't!" she affirmed, kissing Janeway's neck, "but....?"
"I..I'm not sure it would be a good idea."
"Because you are the captain and she is your crewman?"
"Yes"
"But didn't you yourself say that when we are here, you are not the captain, you're just Kathryn ....and you are my Kathryn?"
"I know, but..."
"Do you perhaps fear B'Elanna will have trouble distinguishing between this situation and our everyday lives?"
Kathryn had no hesitation in answering "no, I don't think so."
"Perhaps you're afraid she will hold it over you, blackmail you in some way."
"I don't believe she would do that. Her honour is very important to her."
Seven smiled indulgently as she caressed the silky skin of Kathryn's breasts, "Then what is it?"
"I..I don't know...I can't explain..I just.."
"Kathryn, you have nothing to fear. She has agreed to follow my instructions. I will be in control, as I always am," she placed a gentle kiss on Janeway's lips, making her whimper, and added softly "trust me."
"Oh Seven, I do, you know I do."
"Then....? Kathryn, if you really don't want to do this I will respect that, and I won't punish you, or hold it against you, but I think it could be very satisfying for both of us, and I promise you have nothing to fear. So, it's time to decide. Yes or no?"
How could she deny Seven this? How could she deny it to herself? She knew and trusted both Seven and B'Elanna, and the thought of looking into Seven's deep eyes as B'Elanna ......"yes." A broad smile broke over Seven's lips.
"Good" she said, binging Kathryn's mouth down for a passionate kiss, "then I must prepare you. Come."

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Kathryn lay on the couch, panting with arousal. She had screemed when Seven had placed the newly designed and replicated clamps on her nipples, the teeth were needle sharp, drawing blood almost immediately, and the sharp spike that protruded from the pivot where the jaws of the devices met, pierced deep into the nipples from the front. Initially the pain of Seven's new clamps had been excruciating, driving all arousal from her body, after a while it had dulled to agonizing. Now that the pain they caused was merely extreme, however, Kathryn could feel the arousal building again, threatening with every breath, to reach unmanageable levels. By the time she had learnt how to bear the pain, Seven was standing over her with a cat-o'-nine-tails poised over her breasts. The lashing did not stop until the door chimed and Janeway, her breasts red raw, was once again begging to be allowed an orgasm. Seven raised her head towards the door calling out "Come," and for one delerious moment Kathryn thought she had been granted release, but almost immediately the Borg's head snapped around and the icy stare trapped her eyes, "Not you, Kathryn" she commanded with an evil smile.

Seven smiled in welcome as B'Elanna Torres stepped into the quarters. She was also dressed in black, leather trousers and jacket with the same calf-length boots as her hostess, the clothes made her look incredibly powerful and for a moment Seven's breath caught. "Hello B'Elanna" she said softly, "welcome." "Thanks" replied the Klingon, with a smile, "I'm glad to be here....Seven, you look incredible."
"As do you" replied the Borg easily. After holding her guest's gaze for a few seconds she stepped aside, turning to the couch and motioning towards the supine captain.

B'Elanna stood over the captain and regarded her without a hint of trepidation. "Hello Kathryn," she said as she knelt down beside her, raking her eyes over the captain's trim form. Kathryn looked up at Seven, silently asking permission to reply, and when she recieved the nod she moved her eyes back to B'Elanna and said breathlessly, "Hello, B'Elanna...it's..it's good to see you." The young woman smiled and then looked up at the Borg, the appreciation clear on her face.
"Seven, she's beautiful!"
"Thankyou" was the only reply.
"Of course, I always knew she would be."
"Indeed" agreed Seven with a cock of her metal eyebrow.
"May I?" asked the crouching Klingon, her hand hovering over Janeway's flat belly.
"Of course."

B'Elanna's hand bagan to stroke Kathryn's abdomen and she widened her smile, giving Kathryn a glimpse of her sharp Klingon canines. Letting out a sigh of admiration she affirmed "her skin is perfect" as her hand rose to caress the tormented breasts, eliciting a sharp gasp through Kathryn's gritted teeth, "it almost seems a shame to mark it."
"Yes" nodded Seven as she squatted down next to B'Elanna, "I have often thought that, but she heals unusually quickly, and besides..." she took B'Elanna's hand and guided it slowly to Janeway's dripping sex, letting her feel the incredible wetness there, "....she does enjoy it so."
"Mmmmm...." sighed the Klingon, "so I see."
Seven rubbed B'Elanna's hand in Kathryn's moisture, making sure it was covered, and then lifted it to her luscious mouth and began to lick her lover's juices from the engineer's long fingers. Her eyes locked with B'Elanna's and sparkled as B'Elanna whimpered softly at the feel of the teasing tongue. When Seven was finished she regarded B'Elanna's contented expression, the mere hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I wouldn't want the whip to slip out of your hand, B'Elanna."
B'Elanna raised her eyebrow and agreed teasingly "of course not."

"So, what would you like me to do, Seven?" asked B'Elanna, when the Borg had returned to her seat, which she had moved in order to see Kathryn's face better. The Borg seemed to consider the question for a while and then answered, "first I think it is time to remove those nipple clamps, very slowly."
"Alright" agreed the Klingon as she moved her hand up and took hold of the clamp attached to the captain's right breast. As the pressure began to ease the blood flowed back into Kathryn's nipple and the pain increased. She gritted her teeth, her short breaths rasping through them as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. The aching and stinging got worse as the pressure decreased and her breathing became ragged and desperate until B'Elanna thought it would stop altogether. Her entire body tensed when the spike began to withdraw and her fists balled into the sofa, her back arching off the cushions beneath her and a cry escaping her throat at the last parting kiss of the cold, sharp steel. When the device was completely gone endorphins began to kick in and the pain dulled to a throbbing as she gratefully relaxed back into the sofa.

During this proceedure B'Elanna had been lost in concentration, knowing that the removal of such an invasive device from a human body required extreme care, but now the Klingon's nostrils flared at the smell of the blood that seeped from Kathryn's wounded nipple and trickled in rivulets down the sides of her breast. Relieved of her duty of care, however, Seven had been mesmerised by the spectacle, not to mention extremely aroused. Her own chest heaved as she gripped the arms of her chair, only relaxing when Kathryn's body fell back into the cushions of the sofa. B'Elanna examined the clamp with curiosity, "where did this come from?" she asked, dragging Seven out of her open-mouthed trance.
"What?" she asked.
B'Elanna smiled, understanding where Seven's mind had been. "Sorry," she said, a little sheepishly, "Didn't mean to disturb you."
"That's alright. It was just rather....intense."
"Well, I'm not surprised" the engineer grinned perusing the bloodied clamp and stifling a laugh,
"where did this come from, Seven?"
"I designed them myself."
"Seven!" exclaimed B'Elanna, giggling deep in her throat and shaking her head, "you are evil!"
"Is that good?"
"In this case it's very good" the Klingon explained.
Seven looked over at Kathryn, her eyes were half closed and her breath still a little heavy, but she was calm and still. "I can be more evil yet" Seven announced to the Klingon and sat forward a little.
"Really? do tell!"
"Before you remove the other one, tease her with it for a while" she ordered.
"How exactly?"
"Let me show you."

Seven stood and walked over to crouch down by her lover. She took the other clamp between her fingers and began to release it, very slowly, producing the same response as before in Kathryn. When the clamp was half way open, however, she let go of it completely, letting the jaws shut abruptly. Kathryn screemed and arched off the sofa, half sobbing as she reached the end of her breath. Seven then tugged at the clamp, gently at first but as Kathryn's gasps encouraged her, more agressively, adding the occassional twist for good measure. She stopped her ministrations and turned to Torres with a raised eyebrow, asking "You see?"
"I think I get the idea, yes....and I have a few of my own."

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B'Elanna removed her jacket to reveal a black sports bra which gave her all the manouverablity she needed to administer a whipping. She prefered to use her own, well-worn bullwhip, knowing its balance, and almost as soon as Kathryn was again hanging in her restraints it landed sharply between her shoulderblades, with no warmup, no warning, leaving a stinging red stripe on her pale skin. The captain did not cry out, the pain was too intense for that, but she gasped and her head jerked back with the force or the blow. The next stroke was softer but, landing as it did in the exact same place, only intensified the pain. Kathryn let her head drop forward, panting a little and balling her fists. B'Elanna moved the whip expertly down Kathryn's shuddering body, leaving tongues of fire licking her back all over. Kathryn heard Seven's voice break through her pain, "Kathryn, look at me" it ordered gently but commandingly. She raised her head so that Seven could see her face and her reaction to the shocks she was enduring. Through a haze of agony she looked at Seven, saw the ample chest heaving and shuddering with arousal, the full lips wet with anticipation, the depth of passion in the darkened eyes. She kept her eyes open and locked on Seven's face, even as the lashes cut into her back again and again, sending jolts of pure agony through her body and tearing sobs and cries from her throat.

Her gaze was not challenging or defiant or pleading, but rather a gaze of pure love. She gave Seven her pain, asking nothing in return. She gifted her lover with every lash of the whip on her glistening skin, and Seven took the gift, accepting the love with which it was given. Kathryn did not beg for the orgasm she needed more with every stroke, instead she made love to Seven with her eyes, with her screems of pleasure and pain, with her very soul. She was so turned on she could not tell if the shaking of her body was form exhaustion and pain or from arousal, perhaps they were the same. The flames of suffering that licked through her felt the same as the flames of joy that accompanied them.

Seven was transfixed; each stroke that landed on Kathryn's back seemed to send a jolt through her own body and set her on fire. Her whole body was tingling, both the organic and the technological parts, and sparks flicked between her thighs. She had never seen her lover so beautiful as she was right now, never seen her so desperate with arousal, the honey dripping down the insides of her spasaming thighs.

Eventually, when Kathryn could stand neither the pain nor the pleasure any longer, Seven heard her name rasping through the captain's parched lips. "S...Se..ven...please.....let..me,...p.. please!" Kathryn never begged for the pain to stop, but she would often plead with Seven to allow her the release of orgasm; never before, however, had she sounded so deperate. Seven stood on shaky legs and glided to her lover, standing so close she could feel the intense heat radiating from Kathryn's tortured body. The captain let her head fall forward onto Seven's shoulder and sobbed and wailed and murmurred over and over again "Pleeeaaase, Seven!" Seven could see she was at the end of her endurance, she was in terrible pain and terrible arousal and utterly exhausted.
"B'Elanna" Seven said softly, "stop, she's had enough."

The lashing ceased immediately, leaving Kathryn aching for more even as she thanked God for its ending. Before the sound of the last blow had died Seven reached out and grabbed Kathryn's sex, her index finger landing presisely and heavily on the engorged clit. "OH GOD!" Kathtyn yelled, flinging back her head.
Seven dropped to her knees, commanding "Come for me, Kathryn." She jabbed her tongue mercilessly into the throbbing bud of nerves, grabbing and clinging to the thrusting hips with one hand and with the other, raking her nails down Kathryn's tattered back. The orgasm was the most intense Kathryn could remember ever experiencing, she was sure she would die from it but she didn't care. Seven never let up the pressure of her tongue as her own orgasm seared through her, burning her from her throat to her crotch.

Finally, as the spasms abated, Kathryn slumped and hung bonelessly from her shackles, barely conscious. Seven continued to cling to Kathryn, her arms encircling the captain's slim hips and her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her butt. Seven's cheek rested nestled in the soft auburn hair of the captain sex, her tears adding to its own wetness. Her voice was slightly muffled as she murmurred breathily "Computer, end programme."

They lay entwined on the unyielding floor of th holodeck. Kathryn was still floating, almost unconscious as Seven held her close and she did not register the dramatic change in their surroundings or feel the tingle of the transporter beam that took them back to their quarters and deposited them gently on the bed.

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