Too Much of a Good Thing

Posted on Mon Jul 9th, 2012 @ 6:00pm by Lieutenant Commander Dylan Blake & Captain Elsie Halliwell
Edited on on Mon Jul 9th, 2012 @ 6:39pm

1,889 words; about a 9 minute read

Mission: Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
Location: Starbase 116
Timeline: Current

ON:

"Ahhh, this is more like it," Dylan Blake sighed leaning back against the warm wall of the hot tub as the bubbles danced around his skin. He stretched his arms until they rested upon the shoulders of the two women either side and pulled them slightly closer, each uttered a giggle and rolled toward him, their hands happily resting upon his bare torso while another slinked over his hips.

"Drink, sir?" asked a deep male voice roughly above Blake's head.

"Oh, please," Blake tilted his head upward accepted a glass of champagne from the tray and gave the man a wink: "There's room if you'd like to join us."

The tall waiter's eyes glided along the curves the of the three women as he paused to ponder his response. "We'll see," he replied before exiting.

Blake shrugged his shoulders at the answer and took a sip from the glass enjoying the crisp taste even if it wasn't real. And so what he was in fact in a holosuite rather than a sunny resort on Risa - all that mattered was the company, three Orion women, were real and willing for a fun night.

"Dylan," the one calling herself Crystal said maneuvering herself on top of his hips. "We've decided Ruby, Emerald and I, that you're Captain won't be having you back any time soon. We'll going to keep you here for ourselves."

Blake smiled, "You know very well you can't do that,"

"Oh but we can," Emerald injected curling her fingers into his hair. "We'll not some holo characters, unlike this tub and that tasty waiter we'll as real as you are," she breathed. "We have a ship you'll easily stowaway for later enjoyment."

He laughed nervously not quite certain what she'd meant. "Really, now girls there's no need for that, you have me for the next five days to have you're wicked ways with."

"But five days isn't long enough," Ruby purred pressing her lips against his cheek while Emerald eased the glass flute from his hand. "We each have a long list of thing's we'd like to do... each as wicked as the last."

Crystal shifted her weight, while Ruby sealed her lips over his and Emerald hands gripped his shoulders fiercely tight, Blake felt his face flush and his body respond to their increasing pressure, he moaned out loud.

The women smiled knowingly.

"Hmm, good boy," Crystal smirked obliviously pleased by the reaction she was receiving.

"Ruby, let him breath," Emerald chided, then bought the glass flute back round again. "Dink up my love before it goes flat or worse warm."

With his face flushed with desire, his brain jammed Dylan took the glass without question and threw back its contents in one mouthful. He coughed slightly was the bubbles tickled his throat, then with a renewed passion he pulled Ruby closer bringing their lips roughly together.

He felt alive sharing company with three beautiful and real women - a pure stroke of luck and for now he was glad Sehra wasn't here. He enjoyed her company a great deal, but the primal part of him felt disappointed and starved for a different kind of action. One of which he could satisfy with these three lovely creatures.

The thousands of nerve ends throughtout his body were tingling with enjoyment as the woman pawed his warm skin and pulled at his hair, it was like having fireworks going off in his brain, a mass of colours, noises and pleasant sensations. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had so much fun.

Ruby pulled back allowing them both to drink in great lung fulls of air like deep sea divers, and as he looked upon her face he felt himself blink profusely as if trying to ease a foreign body from his eye. Indistinctly he rubbed his eyes before he felt someone pull them roughly behind his back.

Something had changed, he noted dully, all the women had ceased their actions and where watching him, expectantly while his eyes continued to itch and burn with irritation. Deep beneath his consciousness he felt a prickle of danger rise to the surface, he thrashed against the arms that held him, weakly his legs kicked in the shallows barley responding to his brain.

"What...." he gasped his mouth feeling like cotton wool. "What have you done?"

"Just what we'd promised," they murmured his vision now to blurry to identify they any longer. "Just relax and go to sleep, everything will be alright..."

---

The first thing his senses noted as they returned to him with renewed vengeance was the cold that seemed to penetrate his entire body. Naturally he began to shiver, his head pounded as he attempted to open his eyes and his mouth felt as dry as Vulcan humour.

Groggily he groaned and peered through slitted eyes. The scene he was greeted to was blurry at first as his vision cleared, slowly, agonisingly slowly everything came into focus. Before him burning as brightly as always hung thousands of star blinking through the windowpane. It felt soothing to see something so still and constant and immeasurably beautifully.

Thank God, he was still on the starbase, neither woman had carried out their threat of stealing him away.

Then tranquility didn't last long however, before too long he saw himself reflected in the glass and instantly saw the reasoning behind his shivering.

He was stark naked, tussled up by his wrists on prime display for passers by.

Dylan Blake cursed softly as he tested the restraints which held fast. He was completely at the mercy of whom ever found him first and he prayed with all his might it wouldn't be any one he knew...

He could hear footsteps drawing closer, feeling a cold sweat break out he fought harder in the restraints desperate to avoid the embarrassment that was bound to follow.

Naturally his luck wasn't forthcoming.

Twisting himself to cover his modesty Blake winced having identified the arrival: "Morning, Captain..."

As Blake turned his head, he would have just caught Elsie's face relax from a muffled smirk into an artificial repose. She cleared her throat and flicked her gaze across Blake's face and down his naked body, her fleeting smile beginning to draw upwards once again. "Lieutenant," she greeted him quietly, clearing her throat a second time and cocking her head to the right. "Been here long?" She now stood back a little, her hands clasped behind her back as she took in the full view.

Feeling sure his cheeks were burning Dylan licked his lips nervously and turned away unable to look her in the eye: "I'm not sure...I woke up like this." His answer sounded as transparent as he felt under her amused gaze.

Her eyebrows shot up in a mock surprised manner as she pursed her lips to regain control over her expression. "Abducted unwillingly from your quarters on 116?" she exclaimed, reaching her hand upwards and tapping her communication badge as it trilled between the space between them. "Halliwell to Station Security..." Her voice was quickly cut short and her face denoted an expectation it would be.

Fearful of the the further embarrassment and harassment that would ensue, Blake looked up sharply, "No, that's not what happened!" He gushed quickly hoping to stop Elise from blowing the whistle. "I wasn't abducted... I... was ensconced." Blake blinked, confused by his own poor choice of words. "No, that's not right... I was... drugged!" he battled with the restraints once more and had unwittingly untwisted himself in an effort to make his point. "They were Orions... and, well, I don't really remember what happened."

Elsie tapped her combadge again and sighed, a little more concerned than previous. The sight of him lay out reminded her of her own Academy days. Naturally, not personally, but the first year students had always been haunted by tales of abduction and torture by the less familiar races, and this was almost always the physical result. But she then reminded herself that Blake was most certainly not a cadet, and that even by a stretch he wasn't even a junior grade officer. "Mr. Blake. If you were eighteen years old and naive to the galaxy then I'd harbour a little sympathy for your current plight." Her gaze fell suggestively to his naked groin as she then straightened herself up and regained the contact of his eyes. "However, you are not. You are an officer of my command and of my responsibility." She could see the look of relief well-up momentarily in his expression, closely coupled with the dread of punishment.

"But that is not currently the case, is it, Lieutenant?" she then quipped, raising an eyebrow and also her smile. "You're on Shoreleave and out of my direct authority. Only your respect for my position would compel you to carry any orders I dole. And in that vein, you have a choice..." Her voice trailed a little as Blake piqued up but she picked up the train of conversation and continued. "I either assist you now as your captain and you fall under my own brutal punishment regime when you return to duty, or I continue on my own merry way and leave you to the wolves to fend for yourself for another hour or so." Elsie crossed her arms and satisfactorily smiled at his predicament. "Up to you, kid."

She cuts a tough bargain, Blake thought mutely. Rgardless the damage had already been done, she'd seen more of him than he had ever wished for; and for the price of whatever punishment she saw fit she would be the only one to see him in this state of vulnerability.

Her 'brutal punishment regime' could mean anything from double shifts for a fortnight, scrubbing ever inch of the ship until it gleamed or becoming her personal slave for a month, surely anything would be better then remaining on prominent position for all. Either way word of this event would escape to all reaches of the Ranger within second of leave ending. Worse still Sehra would hear. By all standards they weren't actually what you'd call serious but this Shanghaiing's would certainly dampen his chances.

"I may regret this later, but I'd like your help, please, Captain."

Elsie nodded as her face attempted to turn stern, but she knew she had failed as her smirk couldn't quite be fully wiped from her lips. She stepped an inch closer and then rounded behind him, looking at his bindings. "I suppose you should choose the easier option." Tapping her combadge, she inhaled. "Halliwell to Ranger's computer. Come in." The small sound of the familiar, autonomous voice replied and reverberated around Blake's own prison. "Computer, initiate a site to site transport. Two to beam over to my quarters. Energise."

As the blue ionised spheres began to glow from their tummies, Elsie looked over to Blake and took pity. After all, she had been young once. She shot him an amused smile and as they disappeared into the ether, the captain made a mental note to erase the transporter logs from the system. She would keep to her vow and try to maintain Blake's dignity from the rest of the crew. Naturally, her endeavours would fail, but the intention of discretion was evident.

 

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