From rvrendjim@aol.com Wed Jul 16 12:54:51 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: ST:VGR - "Role Reversal" (F/F, bond) From: rvrendjim@aol.com (RvrendJim) Date: 16 Jul 1997 16:54:51 GMT -------- This story contains graphic depictions of sexual intercourse between two women. If you are under eighteen, easily offended, homophobic, pea brained, or otherwise hung up, seek out thy entertainment elsewhere cause this just ain't your bag. ============================================= "Role Reversal" by The Reverend Kathryn Janeway nervously paced her quarters, swallowing the growing anxiety forming in the back of her throat. A droplet of sweat trickled down her temple and she brushed it away with a casual swipe of her hand. The waiting was madness... B'Elanna was up to something, and not knowing what that "something" was had Kathryn going out of her mind. "Computer, " Kathryn muttered impatiently. "What time is it?" "Fifteen hundred hours forty-seven minutes, " the computer replied dutifully. Ten minutes, Kathryn thought. Allowing herself the three minutes it would take to walk to B'Elanna quarters, she had ten minutes to waste. She tried to occupy herself with duty... that was usually her best line of defense against the raging lust she had for her chief engineer. She picked up a PADD from her desk, trying to immerse herself in the tedium of the ship's daily reports. A crewmen had reported to sickbay with a broken ankle. The power conduit on deck thirteen had been repaired. The lateral thrusters needed to be realigned. It was all fascinating, and none of it stopped Kathryn from thinking about B'Elanna Torres. What fiendish plan had the chief engineer concocted? She was capable of almost anything, Kathryn knew, particularly when it came to their romantic relationship. B'Elanna would take her in the ready-room without a moment's hesitation. A mere glance and Kathryn would find B'Elanna's mouth on her breast and two nimble Klingon fingers bringing her to orgasm. Kathryn was convinced that if she sat in the command chair on the bridge and ordered B'Elanna to pleasure her right there in front of the crew B'Elanna would do so without so much as batting an eyelash. It was that kind of unyielding passion that Kathryn had fallen so madly in love with, and while she wouldn't have traded it for anything else in the universe there were times when it played havoc with her nerves... like now. Unable to contain herself any longer, Kathryn tugged her uniform into place and headed into the corridor. It felt good to be out of her quarters, on the move, working off the pent up anxiety welling in her bosom. She had known for several days that B'Elanna was conspiring against her in that wonderful way that only lovers can conspire against one another. Each day heightened her level of apprehension. Then came the invitation... tonight... B'Elanna's quarters, 1600 hours... Kathryn stole a calming breath, stepping past the turbolift doors as they sighed open in front of her. It was all she could manage to order the lift on its way. Her mind reeled and her loins ached in greedy anticipation of the evening ahead of her. She could think of nothing more fulfilling than being in the company of B'Elanna Torres, making love, their sweat drenched bodies rolling across the bed. "Sweet heavens, " Kathryn muttered to herself. "You're going to wet yourself if you don't calm down." The lift came to a begrudging halt and Kathryn stepped out. She hastened her pace down the corridor, wiping sweaty palms on her trousers as she approached the door to B'Elanna's cabin. With trembling hands she pressed the door chime and waited for a response. When none seemed forthcoming, she hesitantly stepped inside. The chief engineer's quarters were dimly lit, the balmy air carrying a faint whiff of some exotic perfume Kathryn didn't immediately recognize, but the effect it had on her bordered on intoxicating. She looked around, eyes narrowed in the murky darkness. "B'Elanna?" Kathryn called. There was no answer. Kathryn cautiously made her way to the bedroom, gasping at what she found there. B'Elanna was on the bed, naked except for a red ribbon draped across her body. If the sash had been designed to cover up any part of her Klingon nakedness then too much had been demanded of the pathetic red swatch of fabric. The sight of B'Elanna so seductively reclined made Kathryn stop dead in her tracks, jaw gaping open as she drank in the sight of her lover looking so adorable... and so very, very inviting. "Happy Birthday, Kathryn, " B'Elanna said. Kathryn raised a dubious eyebrow. "My birthday isn't for five months, love." "I know, " B'Elanna smiled. She shifted her legs, allowing Kathryn a glimpse of her tender, pink Klingon sex. "I missed your last couple birthdays and I thought it was time to catch up." "Better late than never, " Kathryn said. "Exactly, " B'Elanna smiled. "So tell me... do you like your present?" "Mmmm, " Kathryn purred. "Just what I always wanted. Do I get to unwrap you?" "Please, " B'Elanna smiled. "But... do get undressed first, will you? Slowly. You know how much I like to watch." Kathryn grunted hungrily. She kicked of her boots and removed her socks, then with slow, deliberate movements began to undress for her lover. She undid her jacket, pulling her purple-grey turtleneck over her head to reveal her bra covered breasts. B'Elanna licked her lips in anticipation and Kathryn continued with her little show, casually removing her trousers and letting them fall to the floor. She unclasped her bra and took it off slowly, easing one shoulder free... then the other... then shrugged out of it completely to reveal her luscious breasts. B'Elanna panted like a targ in heat, her little pink tongue poking between her lips. Kathryn felt the fire burning between her legs and needed to feel the cool air of freedom against her sex. Slowly, she rolled her panties down over her hips to expose her thick red pubic mound. "Come here, " B'Elanna said hoarsely, motioning Kathryn toward her. Kathryn moved closer, pulling away the red sash B'Elanna so sexily wore. "Do you really want me, Kathryn?" B'Elanna asked. "More than anything, " Kathryn whispered. "Too bad, " B'Elanna said. The next thing Kathryn knew she was face down on the bed with B'Elanna straddling her hips, pinning her against the mattress. It happened so fast that she barely had time to yelp in surprise. "B'Elanna, what are you doing?" Kathryn demanded. "Silence!" B'Elanna roared. She forced Kathryn's arms and legs apart and suddenly Kathryn was aware of a taut, constricting pressure around her wrists and ankles. She looked up, noticing for the first time the small, black boxes anchored on either side of the headboard, and only then did she realize just what kind of trouble she was in. Although she couldn't see what was at the foot of the bed, from the tingling feeling around her ankles Kathryn knew B'Elanna must have installed portable forcefield emitters on the bottom of the bed as well as the top. "I'll be right back, " B'Elanna said, gathering Kathryn's uniform off the floor. With a wicked smile, she added, "Don't go anywhere, okay?" Kathryn gritted her teeth in frustration, struggling against the invisible restraints that held her in place while B'Elanna disappeared into the bathroom. She was sprawled across the bed, spread eagle, helpless, looking for all intents and purposes like a giant "X" marking the spot on the bed where she'd allowed herself to be taken in by the best performance of the season. Birthday present indeed, Kathryn scoffed. The door to the bathroom creaked open and Kathryn strained to look up. B'Elanna stood in the doorway wearing the uniform Kathryn had so seductively shimmied out of only moments before. Given the difference in their builds, the uniform hung sloppily on her Klingon form. Kathryn only noticed this in passing, however. It was a minor diversion that, a curiosity that only caught her attention until her gaze came to rest on the riding crop B'Elanna wickedly slapped into her palm. "B'Elanna.... " Kathryn gulped, the arousal dripping from her voice like morning dew. B'Elanna brought the riding crop down hard against Kathryn's ass, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from her lover. "I am your commanding officer. You will not address me on a first name basis. Is that clear?" "Yes, ma'am, " Kathryn said. B'Elanna brought the riding crop down again, harder this time, leaving a red welt on Kathryn's ass cheeks. "I follow Starfleet protocols to the letter, Mister. You will address me as 'sir' while I am in command. Is that understood?" "Yes, sir, " Kathryn said. B'Elanna narrowed her eyes. "I can't hear you, Mister. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir!" Kathryn snapped. B'Elanna smiled. She ran the tip of the riding crop down Kathryn's back, dragging it between the crevice of her ass cheeks. "Good. You have such a lovely a bottom and I'd hate to do any permanent damage. You like it when I play with your bottom, don't you, Kathryn?" "Yes, sir, " Kathryn said. "You'd like me to kiss your bottom, wouldn't you Kathryn?" "Yes, sir." B'Elanna smiled. "Ask me to kiss your bottom, Kathryn." "Sir, " Kathryn managed to croak. "Please kiss my bottom." B'Elanna leaned down to whisper in Kathryn's ear. "Beg me to kiss your bottom, Kathryn." Kathryn looked up, her eyes smoldering from the passion that burned within her. "Please, sir. Please kiss my bottom. I want to feel your tongue inside me. Please... please.... sir." "Well, " B'Elanna said playfully, "fraternizing with a junior officer *is* against regulations, but you look so delectable that I think I'll make an exception in this case. But... if you make a sound -and I mean so much as a peep- you'll feel my riding crop against your flesh. Understood?" Kathryn accepted the challenge with a grin. "Yes... sir!" "Good, " B'Elanna smiled. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Kathryn's hips, facing the foot of the bed. Kathryn drew in a breath and held it as B'Elanna began licking the smooth round of her ass cheeks. Her lover was obviously determined to make keeping quiet as difficult as possible. B'Elanna covered the entire surface of her bare ass with Klingon spittle, then spread the cheeks open with deft hands to expose Kathryn's puckering anus. She massaged the flesh, pulling the cheeks open wide then closing them again to a manic rhythm that had Kathryn writhing on the bed... but not, as yet, making a sound. "Mmm, " B'Elanna said. "You are a good little girl... you should be rewarded. Not a peep, now." And with that she plunged her voracious tongue into Kathryn's anus, swirling it deeper and deeper into the tight opening. Kathryn writhed on the bed, bucking against the restraints, heart pounding, mind reeling, chewing on her lower lip to keep the sounds of her pleasure from escaping her throat. She held her ground for a long time, but quickly realized B'Elanna wasn't playing fair. While her tongue continue its rhythmic dance inside her lover's pulsating sphincter, B'Elanna reached underneath to fondle Kathryn's clit with her thumb while somehow thrusting two fingers into the other woman's hot, wet sex. Kathryn didn't have a prayer. She twisted against the restraints, pounding her head against the pillow, forcing her eyes shut as if by doing so she could deny the storm raging inside her. The climax began as a slow, rumbling in the pit of her stomach, that quickly built in momentum until she was awash in the most amazing orgasm she'd ever known. Kathryn cried out, whimpering like a hungry kitten. "Oh... B'Elanna... " B'Elanna pulled her face away from between Kathryn's ass cheeks. It took her a moment to catch her breath, a moment Kathryn so desperately needed to catch her own breath. "Oh, dear, " B'Elanna sighed. "And you were doing so well. You realize I have no choice now but to punish you." "Yes... " Kathryn gasped. B'Elanna found her riding crop and smacked her lover's rear end. "That is for crying out in pleasure when I explicitly told you not to." She brought the crop down again. Kathryn yelped in a mixture of pain and extreme pleasure. "And that is for addressing me by my first name. You won't make that mistake again, will you?" "No, sir, " Kathryn said. B'Elanna smiled. "You're going to follow my orders from now on, aren't you?" "Yes, sir, " Kathryn nodded. "Good, " B'Elanna said. She reached over and tapped the controls that would release Kathryn from her restraints. Kathryn sagged against the bed, thoroughly exhausted, her body a formless heap of jelly. She watched as B'Elanna began to strip off her uniform, slowly, seductively. Kathryn found herself breathing more and more rapidly as B'Elanna revealed more and more of her body until at long last her lover was again naked beside her. "You like my body, don't you?" B'Elanna asked. Kathryn nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes... sir." She rolled on top of B'Elanna, finding her mouth and kissing her deeply. B'Elanna mumbled a response, her words lost as Kathryn's tongue passed over her lips. "This insubordination is intolerable, " B'Elanna managed to say between kisses. "Yes, sir, " Kathryn smiled. "You will pay for this!" B'Elanna growled. "Shut up, sir!" Kathryn said. She moved down B'Elanna's body, kissing every inch of her naked flesh. Finding her lover's nipples painfully stiff, Kathryn took one into her mouth and sucked on it like the universe was about to end. B'Elanna squirmed with delight, moaning softly as Kathryn suckled first one breast then the other. Kathryn devoured them wholly, taking as much of the supple flesh into her mouth as she could. Sensing B'Elanna's growing impatience, Kathryn scooted down to the foot of the bed and poised herself above B'Elanna's gaping sex. "Permission to eat your pussy, sir?" Kathryn asked. B'Elanna hissed. "Permission granted, damn it!" Kathryn smiled, parting the folds of B'Elanna's womanhood with two fingers then driving her tongue deeply into her lover's sweetness. B'Elanna cried out and Kathryn continued her loving assault, sucking the Klingon's enlarged clit, thrusting three fingers into her dripping wet sex, doing anything and everything she could think of to bring B'Elanna over the edge. It didn't take long before she felt the fruits of her efforts splashing against her face. B'Elanna exploded with an orgasm that seemed to rock her to her core, her body enduring one spasm after another until she fell back in exhaustion. Kathryn rolled over, welcoming B'Elanna's still trembling body into her arms. For a long time they just held each other, basking in the warm afterglow of their lovemaking. B'Elanna was the first to break the silence. "You're being awfully quiet over there, " B'Elanna whispered, drawing lazy circles around her lover's still erect nipple. "Is everything all right?" "Permission to speak freely, sir?" B'Elanna laughed. "Granted." "I love you, " Kathryn said. "But until now I never realized how difficult this must be for you. No matter how many times I assure you that once the uniforms come off we're equals, in the back of your mind you have to always be thinking that I'm the captain." "That's true, " B'Elanna admitted. Kathryn looked at her. "Why didn't you ever say anything?" "There was no point, " B'Elanna said. "You are always going to be the captain, and since ending our relationship is not even a remote possibility I just have to learn to live with it." Kathryn nuzzled her cheek. "Just promise me you'll let me know when it becomes a problem." "I will, " B'Elanna assured her. The look in her eyes turned to cold steel. "Now, enough of this chit chat, Mister. Are we going to make love again or not?" Kathryn smiled hungrily. "Oh, yes... sir."