Captain's Yeoman Janice Rand stumbled out of Nurse Chapel's quarters. Looking around she was glad to see nobody was in sight and she could take a couple of seconds to pull herself together.
After a few moments she stood up and, holding her head up and trying not to wince, she walked down the corridor towards the turbo lift. Ignoring the appraising look the Security Guard by the lift doors gave her body, she waited until the doors snapped open, then stepped inside.
As the doors closed and the lift hummed into life she finally gave in and slumped against the wall, holding onto the lift control handle to stop herself collapsing on the floor. Her breasts and nipples ached and her crotch was agony and tears were starting to leak down her cheeks.
The turbo lift started to slow and she looked up in horror realising that it hadn't yet reached the deck where her quarters were. Quickly she pulled herself upright and tried to wipe the tears from her face in case anyone else should see her.
As the doors slid open Lieutenant Uhura walked in. Janice was grateful it was her, Uhura had always been snooty and aloof on the Bridge and paid little attention to her, so hopefully she would do the same now. It could have been worse if it had been one of the male crewmembers who would no doubt be staring at her intently in the closely confined space.
The lift changed direction again, but just for a moment the inertial dampers must have been faulty because it did so with a jerk and Janice couldn't help let out a slight gasp of pain as her tender breasts bounced.
Lieutenant Uhura looked around. "Is something wrong, Yeoman?"
Not looking at her Janice said "No, everything's fine, Lieutenant."
Uhura was about to turn away when, instead, she looked more closely at her face. "Have you been crying?"
"No, it's nothing."
In a voice warmer than she'd ever used on the Bridge Uhura said "Honey, on this ship it's never nothing. Now who's made you cry?"
"Nobody. Please, it's not important." Janice replied, her voice trembling.
Uhura thought for a moment. This was the Captain's Yeoman. If someone had made her cry it might be useful information in the usual power games on the Enterprise. "It's obviously not nothing, now you come with me to my quarters and we'll talk about this in private."
Janice turned to her. "No, I'll go to my quarters, it's ok."
"Honey, I outrank you. You can play nice or I can make it an order and you know that disobeying orders isn't a good idea on this ship, so which would you prefer?"
Miserably Janice realised that she was caught. "I'll come with you."
"Good girl."
* * * * *
Janice gently eased her butt down on the sofa in Lieutenant Uhura's quarters, trying not to jiggle her sore breasts or put pressure on her equally sore pussy lips. The Lieutenant had disappeared into the bedroom after telling her to sit and there were sounds of cupboards and drawers being opened and closed. Uhura's quarters were large in comparison to Janice's, there were two rooms instead of one, and space to have a soft sofa as well as shelves with ornaments on. Maybe, Janice mused, if she got promoted, she'd get quarters like this too.
A few minutes later Uhura walked back in, wearing a long, diaphanous caftan-like dress in a deep red fabric which flowed and clung and hinted at the shadow of the slender body underneath.
"Oh god, it feels good to be out of uniform. Do you like this gown? Algolian spider silk, costs a fortune but feels so wonderful. Would you like to borrow one while you're in here? I think it would look great on you."
"Umm, no, thanks, Lieutenant."
"Ok, please yourself. And forget about that Lieutenant crap in here. I'm out of uniform and you could be too if you wanted. My name is Nyota."
"Oh, um, I'm Janice."
Nyota smiled, "Nice name." She walked over to a cabinet and opened it to reveal a small drinks bar. Without asking she took two mid-sized glasses out and poured something golden and sparkly from an ornate bottle.
"Here, drink this, it will help you relax." She handed Janice the drink and then sat down on the sofa, a little closer than Janice would have liked. "Now why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?"
Janice sipped the drink cautiously, but it didn't seem to be alcoholic, it just had a pleasantly mellow flavour and she found it did help her relax. Shortly she found that she was chatting away freely.
Nyota was nodding and encouraging her to continue and then asked "So, Janice tell me what the problem is. Who made you cry and why? You know you want to tell me"
"Oh, it was Nurse Chapel. She's been forcing me to have sex with her since I came on board, but she keeps hurting me and.." she broke off. "Umm, I didn't want to tell you that!" She stared at the empty glass in her hand. "Did you drug me?"
Nyota smiled. "Pyrenian grass fruit juice. It's a relaxant, but if you're not used to it, it also has a mild hypnotic effect and leaves you open to suggestion. I suggested you wanted to tell me and you did.
"So that bitch Chapel has been using you, has she? Tell me more."
Janice opened her mouth, then forced it closed again. "No. Now I know what you've done I'm not going to let you suggest anything to me."
The other woman chuckled, "I'm glad you're learning, sweetie, but this is going to be for your benefit. You need someone to protect you from Chapel and I'm offering to do that. You tell me what she's done and I'll make sure that she stops. Besides, I've got a few scores to settle with her and this will give me the opportunity to do so all legal and above board." Nyota slid over on the sofa and put her arm around Janice. "So come on, tell Auntie all about it and I'll make sure that that bitch doesn't hurt you any more."
Janice bit her lip but realised that this was the best chance she would have to get out of the Nurse's clutches.
"Ok, well she claims she's doing 'research into the effects of pain on female sexual responses'" she said in a sing-song tone, "but all that really means is that she gets to spank my butt or pinch my nipples or stick her fingers up my pussy until I do what she needs to get her off."
"And does she get off?"
"Mostly, but the more times I see her, the more she needs me to do stuff to get her off and the more she hurts me. That's why I was crying earlier, she couldn't come from me licking her so she kept slapping my tits and my pussy lips. I think she gets off as much from hurting someone as from being licked."
"So that's why you were walking so gingerly. Your pussy must have been really sore. Let me see it." She reached down and started to pull up Janice's skirt.
"What? No!" Janice tried to push the hand away.
Nyota caught her wrist and said "Sweetie, if you want me to protect you from Chapel, you need to do what I say, ok? Now show me!"
Blushing furiously, Janice hesitantly started to lift her skirt, but the black woman just took over and pulled it right up. Even with the girl's legs together she could see the redness and puffiness of the labia.
"Wow, she really did give you a good going over, didn't she? I can see why you didn't put your thong back on. Are your breasts like that too?" Without pause Nyota pulled Janice's top up revealing the pair of bruised and tender breasts.
"Oh honey, a pretty pair of tits like these shouldn't be treated like that. Come on, come with me." She stood up and pulled Janice's hand leading her towards the bedroom. Scared, the girl got up and followed her.
"Now you slip off those things and lie on the bed, I've got some ointment that will make you feel much better."
Janice felt she could trust this woman and a few moments later was lying naked on the bed. Nyota sat down beside her and started to gently massage some cool cream over her breasts.
Although it was tender at first, the cream definitely did help and she found herself relaxing and when the other woman's hand started to stroke between her thighs, Janice willingly spread her legs to allow access.
"Hmm, I can see you like this, don't you?"
"Mmm, yes, Nyota, I do."
"Good." She bent over and gently kissed Janice on the mouth, then pressed her tongue between the young girls lips. This was so different from the way that Nurse Chapel had treated her that Janice eagerly responded in kind.
Nyota lay down beside her and started to run her hands over Janice's body, reaching down to caress her buttocks and sliding her thigh between the white girl's legs, letting the soft silk of her gown caress the sensitive flesh.
Janice gasped "Oh god, that feels amazing!"
Nyota smiled, "it's something about the silk, but it can be even better!"
"How?"
Nyota got up and went over to the closet, taking out a black gown, matching her red one. "Slip this on and I'll show you."
Janice quickly put the gown over her head and caught her breath at the way the material caressed her body.
"That's, good, now come here and hug me." Puzzled, Janice did as she was told and as their bodies met she almost cried out at the sensation. It was as if there was nothing between their bodies and every sensation of skin on skin was magnified in the most incredibly erotic way.
"Oh god, that's amazing!"
Nyota gently pushed her back so she fell onto the bed and lay on top of her, their thighs intertwined and their breasts pressed together. Janice put her arms around the other woman and stroked her back as their thighs pressed into each other's crotches. Kissing deeply they eagerly started to grind their pussies against the other's leg until they were both gasping in the throes of orgasm.
Finally they collapsed in a tangle of exhausted and satisfied limbs and Nyota gently kissed Janice again.
"Now let's go to sleep and the next time that Chapel thinks she can have her way with you, we'll show her just who's the bitch around here."
To be continued...