Title: School Games
Author: Pinkink ( Zeebop3000@aol.com )
Series: VOY
Rating: NC-17
Codes: T/7
Summary: Seven's naughty fantasy.
Archiving: these stories should be archived on the FFF web page and ASCEM archive.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns STAR TREK. This is done for love and not for money.
Warning: Oh, grow up! (Explicit.)
Feedback: Feedback is always helpful and welcomed.
Note: Part of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest -- http://www.svpress.us/femmefuhqfest/
By: Pinkink
Prologue
Captain Janeway could always rely on Tuvok for logical, long term planning. He had recently advised the captain that in the unfortunate event that Voyager should lose essential crewmembers, they must be prepared. To ensure their preparedness, he recommended select crewmembers for training in specific disciplines, engineering being one of the most important.
For obvious reasons and much to her consternation, the responsibility to train a new batch of engineers fell to B'Elanna Torres. Of course she wasn't going to let a bunch of novices near the heart of her ship, although she wouldn't mind letting a couple of the cuter ones inspect her engines. No, her little newbies would have to start exactly where she had, in a lecture hall, reviewing Cochran's warp theory and basically starting from scratch.
For B'Elanna it had been a somewhat tortuous week. She had never, ever envisioned herself as a professor, and why did Starfleet Ensigns have to be so damned inquisitive anyway? She stood at her lectern and answered one final question before dismissing her class for the week. As she watched the Ensigns file out she thought to herself that they had better have finished their assignments and be ready next week or they would quickly learn the consequences of pissing off a Klingon instructor.
As B'Elanna gathered up her Padd and a couple of show and tell items from her desk, the familiar sparkle of an incoming transport shimmered into view at the back of the room. She started to reach for her communicator when the visage of her lover began to coalesce. It was Seven.
Seven…dressed as an Ensign? B'Elanna smiled.
What did her naughty little Borg have in mind? She stepped around and leaned back on her desk. "Computer. Secure entry to lecture room one, security code "Torres Domina Alpha."
School Games
Seven walked hurriedly down the slope of the main isle and placed her Padd on the narrow, long table directly in front of the first row of seats. Her face was flushed. She straightened the shirt of her uniform and spoke.
"I'm sorry I'm late Professor. I hope I didn't miss anything important."
B'Elanna easily slipped into the role of stern and perturbed Professor. She slowly approached her wayward "student". "Everything in my class is important. And you, Ensign Hanson, have missed the entire class. Now what, I wonder, could keep you from attending your most important class?"
Seven lowered her eyes and spoke sheepishly.
"I was…well…a little tied up."
B'Elanna circled until the incline of the floor enabled her to look down at Seven. She took her chin in hand and raised her beautiful face.
"Mmm...a little tied up. I like that, but you'll have to be a little more specific Ensign."
"I was with my…my…" She released her chin and spoke more forcefully. "Speak up Ensign, Don't be shy. We're both adults here."
Seven looked B'Elanna straight in the eye and spoke defiantly. "My lover, I was with my lover!"
B'Elanna smiled darkly and began circling again. Standing behind her now, she barked out an order. Turn around ensign and stand at attention! Seven did a perfect about face. She stood ram rod straight and did not look down at her superior Officer. B'Elanna admired her lover's breasts for a second and then circled again until she stood behind her.
"A little tied up. A little tied up with your lover." She stepped closer… close enough for Seven to feel her presence. "That sounds interesting. She must be quite persuasive and a talented lover to keep you from my class."
Seven spoke teasingly. "She's Klingon."
"Klingon! Klingons are very passionate."
"Yes, she's very passionate, very demanding."
"Mmm. Tell me Ensign, how exactly did you come to be tied up by your Klingon lover?"
"As I was preparing to leave she came up behind me…very much like you are now."
"Yes? And then?"
"And then she lifted my hair and held her open mouth close to my neck…just below my ear…inhaling my scent." Seven's hair was already tied back in a pony tail, allowing B'Elanna easy access.
"Like this?"
She held her mouth open in just the right position, like a cat inhaling a fresh scent; close enough for Seven to feel her warm breath.
"Yes. Yes...just like that."
"And then what did your Klingon lover do Ensign. Tell me."
"She…she took the muscle of my neck between her teeth and held it. She squeezed as if to bite and…and…" B'Elanna whispered softly. "Yes?"
"I could feel her hot breath on my skin." B'Elanna took Seven's neck between her teeth. Seven swallowed hard. She could feel the moister gathering below. "Then she growled…so deep, so hot." B'Elanna growled deep in her throat, deep enough for Seven to feel it.
Seven's breathing stuttered. "Her, her hands…"
"Yes Ensign?"
"She placed her strong hands on my hips…measuring my waist…feeling the top of my hips…pulling my ass closer."
Seven's hot "Professor" held her hips firmly. "And did she bite you?"
"I wanted her to, but no. She pulled my body against hers. I could feel her hot tongue, tasting me. She massaged my neck with her mouth, her lips, her teeth. It was so…so wonderful…so…gentle.
"That's not very Klingon. And then?"
"She moved up my neck, stopping just below my ear. She kissed the starburst implant and then whispered."
"Yes?"
"Jegh!" (Klingon for Surrender. Z)
"That's more like it! Continue Ensign."
"I took her hands and placed them on my breasts."
"You were naked."
"Yes I was." B'Elanna nibbled Seven's earlobe. "I'm not yet convinced of your dilemma."
Seven started to turn around before B'Elanna snapped "As you were Ensign." Seven froze, but protested. "But Professor…"
B'Elanna interrupted.
"You disregard the importance of my class and now you have the audacity to question my authority? You're practically begging to be punished."
Seven swooned. B'Elanna lowered the zipper at the top of Seven's one-piece; Ensign's uniform, until it stopped at the small of her back, just above her ass. She slipped her hands inside and ran them up her torso until she held her breasts. Seven shivered and sighed.
"I will stop if that is what you desire."
"No. Please don't stop. Squeeze them."
"Is that what your Klingon lover did?"
"Yes! Please squeeze them harder."
B'Elanna did so. "And then?"
"She pinched my nipples."
"Like this?"
"Yes. Oh yes."
"Do you like that Ensign?"
"Mmmmm. Yes professor."
"Do you like when your Klingon lover pulls on your nipples?"
"Yes, please pull them."
B'Elanna began to work on her lover's warm breasts in earnest now. She pulled her nipples upward, lifting them until she could feel the weight of her full breasts. Seven was breathing harder now, moaning softly. B'Elanna covered Seven's breasts with each hand, and pulling her close, squeezed hard while pinching her nipples between her knuckles. Seven shivered in ecstasy.
"You should be punished young Ensign. You allowed your lover to tie you up so that would have an excuse to miss my class and indulge your wanton desires."
"Yes Professor. Yes!"
"You showed up though. You did so because you were hoping I'd discipline you. Is that correct?"
"Yes Professor."
B'Elanna released her student's right breast and ran the middle finger of her right hand slowly down Seven's naked back. She slipped her finger beneath the fabric and teased the top of Seven's ass.
"Lower your top Ensign and close your eyes." Seven complied.
B'Elanna peeled down the bottom of Seven's uniform exposing her perfect ass. She encouraged her gently forward, leaning her on the end of the narrow table. Seven reached out, gripping the table's sides, pressing her hot breasts against its' cool surface. She spread her legs slightly, pointing her ass up at B'Elanna.
"Spank me professor. I deserve it. I want it. Please."
B'Elanna chuckled darkly and placed her left hand on the small of Seven's back. She ran her hand over the smooth skin of Seven's round bottom. "Such a lovely ass." B'Elanna wetted her middle finger and toyed with the tight pucker of Seven's asshole. Your Klingon lover must love fucking your ass."
SMACK! "Tell Me!" SMACK!
"Yes Professor! She loves to fuck my ass!"
SMACK! "And you love it when she does it, don't you?" SMACK!
"Yes. I love it! I do!" SMACK! "I love the way she fucks my ass."
SMACK! "And that's why you missed my class, wasn't it?" SMACK!
"Yes! Yes!" SMACK! SMACK!
"You were naked, tied to your bed and begging your Klingon lover to fuck your ass!" SMACK! SMACK!
"Yes Professor. Yes! I wanted it! I needed it!" SMACK! SMACK!
B'Elanna continued to spank her beautiful lover until she felt the sweet spasms of her release. She cupped Seven's pussy with her hand and squeezed, igniting a new tremor of pleasure.
B'Elanna scooped up the warm sweet nectar of Seven's sex and brought it to her lips. The scent and taste of her lover triggered an orgasm of her own.
Seven turned over and sat up, reaching for B'Elanna's mouth with her lips. They kissed passionately. Seven could taste herself on her lover's mouth. She moaned in delight.
B'Elanna gave Seven an evil smile. "That was fun."
Seven answered demurely. "I'm glad you enjoyed it…"Professor."
"You're so bad."
"Yes I am. Now take me home. I want to make love to you."
B'Elanna spoke into the air. "Computer release Doors and site to site transport to my quarters for Seven and I. Security code "B'Elanna Domina Alpha."
The computer bleeped, releasing the doors. <Initiating Transport.> B'Elanna and Seven dissolved into the ether of the transport beam.
The doors to the conference room opened and Tuvok walked down to where B'Elanna and Seven had just been playing. He noticed a Padd, and two small models left behind on the lecture room table. He raised one eyebrow.
"Mmm. I'll have to remind B'Elanna of the importance of safeguarding her equipment."