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Uhura was furious. Even though she tried not to let herself be this angry, a part of he couldn't let it go. She was used to sexist men - that descriptor fit most men in the Empire - but this had been too much. Cadet Johnson was her junior, and had absolutely no right to speak to her as if she were garbage. Not when she was the best linguist in all of Starfleet.

She stomped back to her quarters, planning to kick Gaila out as soon as she got there and wondering if she shouldn't go in search of Johnson and make an example of him. When the door to her quarters slid open she froze. Something wasn't right. Quickly flicking on the light switch, she took in the scene, eyes widening slightly in surprise and then narrowing in understanding.

Christine Chapel. A woman who was as skilled at saving life as she was at taking it away.

Cadet Peter Johnson. The man who'd dared to speak to her as if she were trash. Bound and gagged.

A slow smile spread across her face, one inquisitive eyebrow arching. "You brought me a present?"

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Christine wasn't exactly sure why she'd decided to do this. She barely knew Nyota Uhura. She knew her reputation, but she'd only had the opprotunity to meet the woman a small handful of times.

The first of which had been at a Pike hosted "party" an experience she didn't much like to think about.

However, she'd witnessed the exchange between Uhura and Johnson. She'd wanted to put the idiot in his place or at least see it done properly. Considering Uhura was the injured party here, she figured that was the best place to take him.

It was much harder to find him than convince him to come home with her. She'd led him to Uhura's, threatened her roommate to leave, shot him with a paralytic, and waited for the other woman's return.

She didn't answer right away, and Christine didn't move from the chair she was sitting in. She had her long legs crossed and had an large medical kit sitting beside her. "You know, you're roommate isn't going to last long. It took very little threatening to get her to leave..."

She looked over towards Johnson whose eyes were wide and frantic. "But he's yours. The paralytic is wearing off. I was going to give him another dose, but I was unsure if you wanted him to attempt to fight to get away."

She wasn't at all nervous about him getting away. She'd watched McCoy perform surgery without anesthetic. Those restraints she'd borrowed would more than hold.

It wasn't often that Uhura found herself impressed, but the woman before her had managed to both impress and intrigue her. Her love of torture wasn't exactly something she concealed, but it wasn't openly advertised, either. Chapel knew exactly what she was doing - and had managed to crack the extra security measures Uhura had placed on her dorm door.

"Scared little mouse, that one," she said absently when Chapel brought up Gaila; the Orion might be good in bed and half decent with computer programming, but she didn't have what it took to survive in the Empire. With her pheromone suppressors, she was all but useless.

When Chapel confirmed that she'd brought Johnson for her, Uhura's smile widened. "How very kind of you," she said, gliding closer and wondering what she'd done to deserve such a present. Of course, Chapel must have her own angle in all of this. Her eyes flicked appreciatively over the other woman.

"I don't see any reason why he needs to fight - not for round one, anyway - but tell me: what did I do to deserve such a gift?"

Christine finally stood up. She pushed some computer clutter to the side and placed the rather large medical kit on Gaila's desk, flicking the lock quickly to open it. Inside there were compartments and layers. Some of it very important life saving things. Medicines and hyposprays, dermal regenerators...

But this particular case was filled much more with old fashioned scapels and a few archaic needles. Christine's hands danced over the compartments as she prepared another dose of the paralytic.

"He offended me." She said simply as if that was all the explanation Uhura needed even if it didn't explain why she'd brought him here. She finally looked over her shoulder taking her time knowing Johnson's terrified eyes were on her. "Simply by existing he," and all the others like him, "offends me. Call me sentimental," she tacked on dryly, "but I think you're a kindred spirit in that regard."

She pressed the hypospray into his neck and the slight movements Johnson was making stopped as his body once again went limp. "I know you're reputation, but have you ever tortured someone with a medical professional?" She offered up. "There's different toys. Not to mention the fact that I can heal him to start again. Forever a blank canvas."

Uhura didn't move as Chapel stood, but her eyes tracked the other woman's movements and skimmed over the medical kit when it was laid open. The sight of all those scalpels and needles sent a little thrill of anticipation through her.

She didn't immediately respond to Chapel's assertion that they were kindred spirits. Normally the mere idea would've made her laugh, but she sensed something in the other woman. A mutual hate for men, perhaps, or a mutual fury about what passed for acceptable treatment of women in Starfleet.

Or maybe it was just a mutual love of causing pain.

"I've never had the honor of working beside a medical professional before," she purred, voice low and almost sultry. "How could I say no to such an offer?" She slowly shrugged off her jacket and let it fall to the floor before she glided closer, letting her eyes skim over the supine man. "Kindred spirits, indeed," she said, slowly drawing one of her knives and resting it against the man's leg.

"But nothing's free, is it?" she asked, eyes meeting Chapel's as she pressed the knife down, slicing through the man's pants and bringing a thin line of blood to the surface. She needed to know if Chapel expected something from her in exchange for Johnson on a platter.

Christine's lips quirked up when she watched Johnson's eye's frantically flick around the room and begin to tear up. She was a saddened that the paralytic kept him from screaming. Though she figured with the first cut all they would have gotten was a manly grimace.

She'd have to ask McCoy if there's one person in the galaxy who created a full paralytic that kept vocal ability it was that sadistic bastard.

She pondered Uhura's question as she carefully chose a small scalpel. Yes, usually nothing came free in the empire, and having a favor to owe would bite you on the ass. She was just unsure how to word it.

She didn't expect anything from her.

"Let's equate this to... two people finding out they like the same holovid, shall we?"

If this didn't end up being fun, she'd move the fuck on. It was starting out promising though. Chapel traced a pattern with her scalpel down his arm not yet puncturing the skin, enjoying the anticipation and his fear. "I want to decorate his face."

She wouldn't heal those.

Although she would've adored to hear the man scream, the dorm walls were too thin for such a thing to be practical. She didn't want any interruptions, and since Gaila was the only one who knew anything about this, she knew they were in the clear. They could spend all night on Johnson if they wanted to.

When Chapel equated the experience to a holovid, she laughed softly. "It just so happens you've picked my very favorite," she said, flipping the knife to dig the hilt into Johnson's open wound. They could maximize pain by varying sensation, though she was more than a little excited to see what Chapel's bag of tricks could do.

Her eyes tracked the movement of Chapel's scalpel; it looked like such a beautiful, precise instrument that she couldn't help but admire it. "It is rather plain, isn't it? I'm sure we can fix that."

For the first time she addressed Johnson. "You're going to regret causing me trouble," she said, voice so low it was almost a purr. "Unless of course you want to apologize?" She wasn't going to give him the chance - and it certainly wouldn't stop her from torturing him - but giving him a little hope and then taking it away sounded like fun.

Christine couldn't help but grip Johnson's face as Uhura told him he could apologize. She knew the other woman wouldn't let him go, but she couldn't help the shark like smile she gave him as she moved his head so he'd be making eye contact with her.

"You would have to say it. Why don't you give it a try?" She teased knowing full well that there was no way he could vocalize anything with the paralytic in his system. Christine carefully began to trace the scalpel across his forehead.

"What shall I write here?" She mused allowed for Johnson's terror.

It was rare for Uhura to meet someone who was truly on the same page as her, but the way the other woman taunted Johnson sent a little shiver of pleasure through her. It was almost too perfect when Johnson seemed to actually be making some attempt to speak. A dark chuckle bubbled up in Uhura's throat.

"No apology for me? Well, don't say I didn't offer," she purred, emphasizing her words with another stroke of her knife, this when across his knee. She was still just teasing, giving him a hint of the pain she was capable of inflicting.

At the question, Uhura made a considering noise. "You could always leave your signature, or perhaps a descriptor fitting such a milquetoast."

Words couldn't describe the feeling she had at the thought that this idiot would walk around with her name etched on his face. It would definitely be a warning to any other pigs. Though it might put her more on the radar of others wishing to "put her in her place", but did she really care?

"At least it will be clear since he can't move." She said mostly to herself but also for Johnson's benifit. Tears were already leaking out of his eyes as Uhura cut and she couldn't help the grin she shot Uhura as she began to neatly carve a "C" on his forehead.

She didn't really care how much it hurt at the moment. She needed this done.

"You know," she started speaking to Uhura but mostly to further torture the man. "I think suffocation would be brilliant next." Though surprises were good too.

It was almost difficult to breathe as Chapel carved that "C" into the man's forehead. A part of her had wondered if the woman actually had the courage to advertise what she'd done; it seemed there was very little that she wasn't capable of.

"Do be careful; it'd be a pity if you had to heal them and start all over," she said lightly, looking into the man's tearful eyes and smiling.

When Chapel suggested suffocation she pretended to give it serious thought. "Suffocation? That is a definite possibility." Ever so slowly she shifted to be closer to the man's head, dark eyes watching the other woman work. Still moving very slowly and deliberately, she laid her hand over the man's throat. After a few seconds she dug her nails sharply into the side of his neck, just to throw him off.

Christine wasn't exactly sure herself if she actually had the courage to do it. Sure it would prove that she wasn't to be trifled with, but at the same time it would put herself more on the radar.

She grinned at Uhura though and at her statement let the scalpel slip messing up her nicely rounded C. "Now,look what you made me do." She said not sounding angry in the slightest as she went for the dermal regenerator so she could start again.

She paused though when Uhura moved and began to push down on the man's windpipe. Seeing her nails dig into the sides of his neck as Johnson's eyes darted around in gear pushed a rush of excitement through her.

Well, that was just fucking hot.

She just wasn't as easily distracted as all that. She waved the regenerator and started again. Knowing the perfect depth to have something scar and not mess with the muscle underneath.

This carving was less about pain and more about humiliation.

Chuckling darkly, Nyota flicked the botched C on Johnson's forehead with her free hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so distracting." Though now that she thought about it, distraction certainly had its merits. Few things turned her on like torture, and seeing someone as skilled as Chapel in action was a rare treat.

Her hand pressed down more firmly on the wind pipe for a few seconds. "What do you say, Johnson? Shall we end it here, spare you any further pain?" She squeezed a little tighter. "Oh right, you can't say anything at all."

Before he neared unconsciousness she released him, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. "You're going to wish I hadn't stopped." And then, just because she could, she clamped her teeth down on the man's ear hard enough to draw blood. It didn't take much to cause a lot of pain in the ears.

Christine couldn't help but think that Uhura was a bit distracting without even trying. She chuckled when she flicked the botched C, but got back to work.

She had just finished the H when Nyota pressed down harder and taunted him. Christine stopped carving and watched for a moment. She watched as Johnson hovered near unconsciousness and she felt a constant thrumming through her body, and she smiled in anticipation when Uhura bit his ear.

She put the scalpel down and her hand hovered over the chemicals in her case. She loaded two into the hypospray. She gave it a moment to mix before jabbing it in his neck. The effect was instantaneous and Johnson's eyes began to water wildly and tears leaked out of his eyes. "There. He's going to feel like his blood is on fire for a while." She stated simply looking Uhura up and down.

She knew this could be a dangerous thing but she could take care of himself. "It'll keep him in excruciating pain." She said taking the step up to the other woman, snaking her hand around the back of her neck and pulling her to her to kiss her hard pressing her own body close.

Christine thought she may not have ever been so turned on in her life.

Uhura watched, intrigued, as Chapel loaded the hypospray. She'd learned the art of torture from an early age, but she'd never worked beside someone with real medical knowledge. In fact, she'd rarely worked with a partner at all, but it clearly had its advantages.

"Is there an antidote? Or will it simply take time to wear off?" she asked, intrigued. When they were finished here, she would ask which compounds she'd used. Perhaps they'd work together again sometime, but she wanted the knowledge anyway. When she promised the man would be in excruciating pain Uhura smiled, lips stretched back to reveal her teeth.

As Chapel stepped closer she instinctively tensed slightly, muscles coiled in preparation for whatever might come next.

It wasn't really a surprise when the woman pulled her in for a kiss, but it still caught her slightly off guard. For a split second she was frozen in place, and then she pressed her body against Chapel's, tangling a hand in her hair and kissing her all the more passionately to make up for her brief hestiation. She tried to suck the other woman's tongue into her mouth so she could trap it with her teeth. She wouldn't willingly relinquish control.

"Both." Christine muttered distractedly. Of course she didn't bring the antidote. There wasn't a need for it. Especially since she used it as a placeholder so she could do something else. That dosage would last about an hour.

She couldn't help the slight moan of pleasure when Nyota began to kiss back. For the moment she let her lead the kiss, but only so Christine could press herself harder against the other woman's body using Nyota hips roughly to leverage.

This would be interesting two control freaks.

Christine hadn't exactly forgotten about Johnson, but she she found herself wishing that his vocal cords weren't paralyzed. She couldn't even imagine the high she'd get from doing this while listening to his screams.

She broke off the kiss for Nyota's neck. Biting the skin.

Uhura didn't forget about the man bound to the bed, but right now her focus was on the exceptional, gorgeous woman currently fighting her for control of their embrace. She understood battle better than anything else, so the feel of the other woman roughly pressing against her made heat pool between her legs.

The fact that the man was forced to watch silently - and was in excruciating pain - just made it better. And of course Chapel was brilliant enough to put Johnson on Gaila's bed so that her own was available. First, however, she tried to angle the other woman so she could press her against the wall, a soft moan escaping her lips as Chapel bit her neck. She tilted her head to give the woman more access, the slight edge of pain making the pleasure all the more intense.

When Nyota moaned, Christine's breath nearly hitched as she felt herself warm. She actually let herself be pushed into the wall enjoying the sound of the thump her back made with it.

She just didn't let go of Nyota when it happened. She kept her close. She could spy Johnson on Gaila's bed over Nyota's shoulder he looked confused, scared, and in excruciating pain.

Her hand went to the short hem of Nyota's skirt and instantly went under it gripping her thigh hard, leaving little cresent marks with her finger nails. "I need to fuck you." It didn't sound begging. It was a statement of fact. She wanted nothing more that for Nyota to come apart. Or hell herself.

This encounter contained so many things that turned Uhura on: a captive audience, torture, a beautiful woman, pain, and a fight for control. Even the slight edge of danger, the part of her that didn't know if Chapel wasn't after something else, made this better.

When the hand gripped her thigh she groaned, hoping she would leave marks. "Then fuck me," she all but growled, hands gripping Chapel's hips as she bucked against her, looking for friction. Her lips found the other woman's ear and sucked it into her mouth before she bit it, not too hard but hard enough.

The demanding tone did wonders for Christine's already extremely heightened arousal. In most situations with a demanding partner she made them wait and made them beg, but there was something so intoxicating about this whole thing that she found she didn't have the patience, especially when Uhura bit her ear.

Her hand slipped further up Nyota's thigh to the band of her underwear. She didn't even attempt to waste the time pulling them down. Instead her hand slipped inside the material. Uhura was already wet. Chapel had said she needed to fuck her and Uhura had told her to. There was no pretense of slow or sweet. Chapel needed to feel her.

She slid two fingers into her entrance quickly letting her thumb put pressure on her clit as she began to firmly fuck her with her fingers. She pressed her own thighs together tightly for friction, and her other hand tangled in Uhura's hair to pull her head to the side to let her teeth scrape the skin of her neck.

Edited 2012-01-16 01:44 (UTC)

Normally Uhura preferred to be in control of her sexual encounters, and she'd never allow a man to boss her around, but the demanding way Chapel was pressed against her was sexy as all hell. When the woman's hand slid inside her panties she moaned, rolling her hips against the hand in search of more friction. The man tied to Gaila's bed was all but forgotten.

"Fuck," she groaned out, lashes fluttering when Chapel's thumb found her clit. The rough way she pulled her head to the side and nipped her neck was absolutely fucking perfect.

Not wanting to be completely passive, she slid her hand around to Chapel's ass and gripped it tightly, kneading it with her fingers and then pulling her groin flush against Uhura's thigh.

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