11
By Gun Brooke
Seven watched the
pale, glistening skin beneath her hands. Smooth, slightly freckled
in some places, it felt like wet silk to her. She had dreamed,
feared even, to touch another person in this way, but never thought
it would ever be Kathryn Janeway. The captain had moaned six times
now, and each time, Seven had been sure she had erred in her
estimate of how much pressure each muscle-group required. But each
time, Janeway had wiggled almost inconspicuously and not spoken a
word.
Janeway’s backside
was now ready for Seven’s treatment and she let her eidetic memory
scan the physiotherapeutic files for human females she had studied.
There had been a special chapter, involving not only the buttocks,
but also the pubic area as well as the breasts, which of course was
out of reach at the moment. The purpose was not only to soothe sore
muscles and ligaments, but also to invigorate and entice. The files
had stated that such massage was only to be used between consenting
partners or by sexual therapists after discussing it with the
client.
Seven hesitated,
tilting her head as she thought about what might apply during these
particular circumstances. Janeway was supposedly her spouse, her
life-partner, was she not? It was an act of deception, but the
massage session was also part of this act, so logic dictated she
commence with her intentions to invigorate Janeway. Surely the
captain anticipated something like this.
Not about to
second-guess herself, Seven began rubbing Janeway’s buttocks in a
circular movement, firmly, but with as much tenderness she could
muster. The chapter had clearly stated that this was a massage meant
to be pleasurable as much as it was therapeutic. Seven felt Janeway
jerk under her hands and half expected her to object. Instead a soft
moan, the seventh altogether, from underneath the table.
“Oh, Gods,
Seven…what…” Janeway didn’t complete her question.
“Just relax,
Cap…Kathryn.”
It seemed
impossible for Janeway to follow directions. Her body trembled and
she was rubbing her legs together in a way that made Seven loose
focus. Eventually, Janeway pushed herself up on straight arms and
looked over her shoulder. “Seven!” Her eyes a blistering blue, she
bit on her lower lip while breathing hard and fast.
“Yes, Captain.”
Seven quickly moved the small bowl of hot oil out of her way and
then regressed into normal behavior, placing her slippery hands
behind her back.
“I think…it’s my
turn to massage you. I feel invigorated enough.”
“But I haven’t
done your front yet.”
Janeway drew a
deep breath and sat up. “It’s all right. I think that would kill
me.”
“Captain?”
“Kathryn.
Remember?” Looking entirely invigorated, Janeway jumped off the
bench. “Your turn.”
“Then maybe you
should massage my front,” Seven mused and shrugged off the robe.
“That way, we’ll have covered most of the lesson, from our
respective point of views.” She lay down on the massage bench on her
back and looked expectantly at Janeway. “Please proceed.”
To be continued
behind door 12 ...
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