Message-ID: <2019eli$9707101717@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2019.txt> From: rvrendjim@aol.com (RvrendJim) Subject: ST:VOY "The Rest Is Silence" (F/F) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <19970710191900.PAA00896@ladder02.news.aol.com> 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. ============================================= "The Rest Is Silence" by The Reverend The silence was deafening. Seven of Nine gazed out the window in the quarters given to her by the captain of this starship... the one called Voyager. The captain said it was a Federation ship, as if that meant something. The captain said it like it should mean something... like it should mean something to her... a Borg... Seven of Nine. The silence was deafening. This place... this Federation starship Voyager... frightened her. She was used to a million voices inside her head, reassuring her and comforting her. She had been a part of a collective... she had been Seven of Nine. There had been others then... always there had been others. For as long as she could remember there had been others. Now she was alone. The silence was deafening. It threatened to overwhelm her. The quiet pressed against her, heavy and ominous. It enveloped her, filling her with a sense of dread. She felt constricted, trapped. Her entire being quested for the feel of other minds touching hers, to once again be a part of a single consciousness working as one for the common good.... to be a part of the collective... to hear the voices once again. A sound broke the silence. Seven of Nine felt a surge of panic. She had heard this sound before yet she could not identify it. Something told her that it meant something important... somebody wanted something from her. When she was a part of the collective there would have been no uncertainty... no confusion. She longed to hear the voices in her head telling her what to do, longed for the voices to bring order to the chaos that surrounded her. The sound came again. Something told her to call out. "Yes?" Seven of Nine cried. The doors to her quarters slid to open to allow a solitary figure to enter. Seven of Nine knew this person. Janeway.... Kathryn Janeway, captain of this Federation starship Voyager. She felt at ease with this person... this woman. There was something about the way she smiled that reassured her... like the voices of the collective. Calming, soothing. "I'm not disturbing you, am I?" Kathryn asked. Seven of Nine nodded. "Or course not, Captain. Why would you think you were disturbing me? Kathryn took a measured step closer. "Well, you didn't answer your door chime right away. I thought you might want to be alone." "Alone?" Seven of Nine gasped. "That is that last thing I want to be." "Oh, " the captain said. "Well, I just finished my shift on the bridge and I thought I'd come by and see how you were doing." Seven of Nine smiled... she didn't know why, exactly. Everyone on board seemed to do it. She didn't quite understand the purpose of a smile, but there was something in the captain's tone of voice that made her lips curl upwards without her knowing it. "That was very thoughtful of you, Captain." "You're getting settled in okay?" Janeway asked. "Finding everything you need?" The one time Borg nodded. "Yes... everyone has be very helpful. Especially Ensign Kim. He has been more than eager to help me get acquainted with my new surroundings." "I'll bet he has, " Janeway smirked. "I see you've been to the ship's store. That outfit looks good on you." Seven of Nine considered that and was suddenly aware of Kathryn's eyes roving her body. She was also aware of how nice it felt to have the captain look at her that way... not as good as it would have been to be a part of the collective again, but still nice. "Thank you, Captain, " Seven of Nine said. She fell silent for a moment... more silence... always silence. It made her quake with fear... she felt disconnected, lost. She began to tremble slightly. "Are you alright?" Janeway asked. Seven of Nine frowned uneasily. "I- I don't... " "Do you want me to call sickbay?" "No, " Seven of Nine said. "No... please... It's just so difficult... the silence is unbearable. On the Borg ship, we were many... yet we were one... a chorus of voices... and now... they're... all... gone." She began to tremble and shake violently. In that moment it all came crashing down around her... she was alone... there would be no more voices... no more collective. And then she felt arms around her, strong and reassuring. A torrent of emotions stirred within her, things she hadn't felt since the voices told her she would be assimilated. "It's alright, " Janeway whispered. "It's going to be alright. I'll take care of you. I promise I'll take care of you." Seven of Nine gazed into Kathryn's eyes, suddenly warmed by the look that she found there. It made her flesh tingle... not the way a nanoprobe made her tingle when her body needed to be repaired... but even better. It made her legs feel like rubber and it made her insides churn. A flicker of a memory from a life she thought had long since been forgotten danced across her mind, telling her that she should press her lips to Kathryn's mouth. Before she could decide whether or not this was a prudent course of action Kathryn did it for her. The sensation of the captain's lips touching hers sent sparks through her body, ravaging her with an intense heat the likes of which she had never known. The heat started on her lips then somehow found its way between her legs. It was the most amazing feeling and she never wanted it to end... but it did. It ended with the captain abruptly pulling herself away. "Oh, God, " Janeway gasped. "Did I do something wrong?" Seven of Nine asked. "Not you.... me!" Janeway exclaimed. "I didn't come here to seduce you. I... I'm the captain. I should know better. For me -for anyone- to take advantage of you in your condition is inexcusable. Please forgive me. I... I think I should go." "No!" Seven of Nine gasped. "No... please, Captain. I want you to stay. I really want you to stay." Janeway frowned. "I don't think that's such a good id- " Seven of Nine silenced her with a kiss, devouring the other woman's mouth with her own, opening her mouth slightly to welcome Kathryn's tongue so she could tease it with her own. She suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to feel this woman's naked flesh against her's. She couldn't explain it. She was confused and disoriented, yet despite the chaos she knew she desperately wanted Kathryn to be close to her. Seven of Nine leaned in, forcing Kathryn's mouth to open even wider under her's. The kiss deepened, mouths opened wide in acceptance of this foray into lovemaking, tongue swirled around and tongue, and it was only the need to breathe that forced them apart a few minutes later. Both women struggled to calm their labored breathing. "Now will you stay, Captain?" Seven of Nine whispered. "Kathryn, " Janeway corrected. "I want you to call me Kathryn." "Kathryn, " Seven of Nine amended. "Yes, " Kathryn smiled. "That's much better." Seven of Nine once again felt herself in the captain's arms, her mind reeling as capable hands roamed her body, squeezing her buttocks, massaging her breasts. Kathryn took her by the hand and led to the bedroom where they took great delight in undressing each other. When at long last the two women stood there naked, both took a moment to admire the other with widened eyes. Neither of them was disappointed by what they saw. When they fell into bed, Kathryn quickly took the initiative. She bathed her new lover in kisses, working her way up and down her lithe body, sucking her breasts, tonguing her nipples, slowly but surely working her way toward the searing heat that burned between the other woman's thighs. "Uuuggghh, " Seven of Nine moaned, rolling her head from side to side as Kathryn wildly licked her sex. Seven of Nine mewed with pleasure, gasping and sighing with every gentle push of the other woman's tongue against her clit. After only a few minutes her body began to jerk violently, thrashing about as wave upon wave of orgasm passed through her and onto Kathryn's face. When it came time for her to pleasure Kathryn, Seven of Nine was more than eager to begin. She kissed her lovely captain all over, teasing her cute little bottom and tonguing the puckered opening between her butt cheeks. Kathryn squirmed with delight and Seven of Nine, encouraged by the sounds her efforts were producing, continued on her thorough exploration of Kathryn's body using her hands and lips and tongue and teeth, groping and kissing and tasting and nibbling every part of her captain turned lover. She devoured Kathryn's breasts, rolling the nipples between her fingers until they were hard... and then she sucked on them, nibbling on them lightly until Kathryn cried out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Seven of Nine then set her sights on the furry red bush of hair between Kathryn's legs. She quickly inserted two fingers into the slick tunnel and was rewarded by a sharp intake of air from her lover. Seven of Nine thrust her fingers in and out, bending down to suck on the other woman's clit while maintaining the rhythm her fingers had taken up. Kathryn writhed on the bed, mussing the sheets, making low sounds in the back her throat as Seven of Nine continued the relentless attack on her sex until the once assimilated Borg fingered her to one glorious orgasm after another. At one point Seven of Nine brought her fingers to her lips and licked them clean, which only stimulated her appetite for Kathryn's musk. She immediately buried her face between Kathryn's legs, slurping up every last drop of Kathryn's essence until Kathryn begged her to stop. Even then she kept licking her lover's sex, unaffected by the other's demands. After several more cries for abatement, Kathryn resigned herself to the inevitable defeat... resistance was futile and all she could do was lie there and surf wave after wave of orgasm until Seven of Nine got her fill. After what seemed like hours, Seven of Nine finally stopped her oral assault on Kathryn's now tender womanhood, though it was more from exhaustion than sated desire. She crawled into Kathryn's arms and stayed there, comforted by the feel of the other woman's body next to hers. Kathryn was asleep in minutes, and once again Seven of Nine was left with silence. But wrapped in Kathryn's embrace, she decided that silence might not be so bad after all. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /