To the Victor

A B'Elanna Torres/Seven of Nine story

Author: Virago
Contact: virago@bayarea.net
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17 for nonconsensual sex.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns them. I borrowed them for a moment in time and had my fun. Thank you.

To the Victor

At first all B'Elanna wanted was to wipe that supercilious smirk off of Seven's face once and for all. She was starting to see it in her sleep which, in her opinion, fell under the category of a nightmare. Lieutenant Torres was in a foul mood and in the interest of keeping the Voyager crew safe from her she was using the Holodeck and one of her favorite combat programs when Seven rudely interupted with another of her interminable questions. Really, you would have thought that Seven would have more sense than to do that when B'Elanna was so well armed...

"Lt. Torres, I must talk to you about these readings,"

Seven of Nine called from the safety of the entranceway waving a PADD. Distracted, B'Elanna turned her head...and then lost it. Fortunately the Holodeck's safety protocols meant that she didn't REALLY lose her head but the Klingon warrior she'd had on the ropes only a moment ago swung his weapon directly through her neck. In real life she'd be dead instead she was pissed, very pissed.

She slammed down her weapon and yelled, "Computer, end program."

Now standing in a completely empty room except for the irritating albeit beautiful Seven, B'Elanna turned to the taller woman and strode up to her as Seven entered the Holodeck and met her halfway.

B'Elanna's breath wafted across Seven's face as the slighter woman looked up belligerently into the passive face of the former Borg, Torres growled.

"Dammit Seven, what the hell do you think you're doing. I'm off duty and you have no right to interupt me here."

Tilting her head to one side, looking down at the smaller, intense woman before her, Seven ignored what she said.

"The data based on these readings is inaccurate. I have recalculated the data and have found the correct answer."

Cocking a metallic eyebrow of disdain she thrust out her arm in an attempt to give the PADD to B'Elanna.

The tactlessness of that statement was too much and it showed. Seven stepped back with some trepidation. She and the lieutenant had never gotten along and while she had a lot to learn about human interaction she did sense that perhaps a little personal space between the two women was in order. Smelling her fear...and liking it, B'Elanna followed her.

Being single-minded and being Borg, perhaps a redundant statement, Seven persevered in her attempts to discuss the data with the woman who's eyes had now narrowed and was slowly approaching her, step by step.

Continuing to walk backwards, feeling somewhat foolish, she remained focussed, "Here, if you look at this equation based on the amount of..."

The curve of her long, lovely neck became more apparent to B'Elanna as Seven's blonde head turned to watch the PADD go flying across the empty room as it was swatted from her hand by Torres. B'Elanna stood there, hands on her hips, breathing heavily and trying to retain some semblence of control. It didn't seem likely.

Seven walked past B'Elanna, heading towards the abused PADD, hips swaying gently in her blue suit as she calmly picked up the equipment and examined it for damage. It had not fared well at all.

"I will get another PADD and return with the information. It is inefficient for me to wait until you are back on duty and destroying the data will not change the fact that an error was made on your part."

Fear was now replaced by irritation, a lot of irritation, thanks to B'Elanna's irrational reaction to a simple fact.

By this time anyone else would have backed down, realizing that pissing off a Klingon, even a half-Klingon was really a bad idea. But Seven was starting to get angry herself. This behavior was illogical, she was only attempting to get a job done correctly and efficiently. Seven ignored the brief thought that she would not have welcomed this kind of correction from the lieutenant either.

In Seven's many struggles to understand and relate to others she found B'Elanna Torres to be the most difficult. With the assistance of Janeway and others she had tried many different approaches, many of them illogical and inefficient, but in the interest of learning something new she had persisted. The time she had wasted with these attempts could have been better spent elsewhere. The chemistry, or whatever one would call it, would never be right between them.

The foul mood and crass questioning of B'Elanna's abilities was to much. Torres was fed up with Seven's perfection, both physical and mental. B'Elanna came at Seven at a dead run, roaring angrily. Seven was ready. She welcomed the hard contact of B'Elanna's body slamming into hers. She allowed the momentum of B'Elanna's charge to push her backwards, taking the growling, clawing Klingon woman with her and throwing B'Elanna over her head as Seven fell to the ground. Rolling swiftly to her feet, Seven of Nine could feel the adrenalin pumping through her as she faced her downed opponent. A small trickle of blood ran down her face below her Borg implant.

Unphased by the slam to the ground which would have knocked most species breathless and broken some species' backs, Torres leaped to her feet as well and spun to face Seven of Nine.

"I am going to beat the crap out of you. I am going to bounce your worthless Borg ass all over this room till you are nothing but a smear of mechanical garbage on these walls!"

"Threats are irrelevant. I will not allow this behavior," sounded cool and detached but the look on Seven's face wasn't.

Anger may have been new to the former drone but she was adapting in her usual quick, efficient manner. The two women threw themselves at each other once more.

Klingon and Borg collided once again, punching and flailing at one other. Seven slammed the back of her Borg-implanted hand across B'Elanna's face once, twice and a third time each blow throwing B'Elanna's head side to side. Seeing the slighter woman fall back with the force of the blows brought on a new emotion that Seven had never felt before. She couldn't identify it, she just knew this overwhelming urge to overpower the Klingon and throw her down to the ground.

Blood poured from B'Elanna's mouth and nose then down onto her uniform. Wiping her face with the back of her hand Torres looked down at her own blood and then back up at Seven, a look in her eye so frightening that Seven even through her own rampaging emotions recognized she was in a lot of trouble. The wise course of action would be to get the hell out of there while she was still could.

The greatest mistake any opponent of a Klingon warrior can make is to show their fear. B'Elanna's nostrils flared and the feral grin on her face was heart-stopping. Any anger Seven might have been feeling was gone and was replaced by stone cold fear. Striding up to the taller, voluptuous woman with two giant steps Torres lifted Seven up into the air by the front of her skin-tight biosuit and threw her against the nearest wall.

Just before the satisfying sound of Seven's body slamming against the wall was the sound of that same skin-tight suit ripping in protest of the undue pressure it had just endured. For a moment Seven's body hung against the wall, her limbs splayed out and an incredible amount of white skin showing beneath the tear of her clothing. As she slowly fell to the floor one perfectly formed breast was exposed as the biosuit started its own gradual decline.

Seven's leap to her feet was more of a stumble. In fact, it would be fair to say that Torres really let Seven get up. Probably because she was looking forward to the prospect of knocking her down again. And that's exactly what she proceeded to do. The biosuit no longer served as a good leverage point so B'Elanna contented herself with lifting Seven off her feet once more by grabbing her under her arms. The palm of her hand grazed the soft, exposed breast and in one brief moment battle rage became blood lust.

As Seven landed once again she was fortunate enough to miss the walls. She lay on the floor, half upright, leaning back on her hands, and looked behind her. There lay the exit if she could just get to her feet one more time. She didn't recognize this new look in B'Elanna's eyes but she didn't plan to wait around for an explanation.

Seven started to scramble backwards, her feet and hands moving in a crablike motion as she attempted to get to her feet but wanting to put any distance she could between her and the enraged Klingon. The blood trickling down Seven's face, the terror and the sway of that exposed breast as Seven moved frantically was the last straw.

Growling ferociously, B'Elanna leaped onto Seven, landing on her and pinning her down at the shoulders with both hands. She looked down at the terrified Borg, blood dripping off her face and onto Seven's irresistible breast. Taking one hand off the trapped woman's shoulder, B'Elanna completed the job exposing Seven's incredible bosom by ripping the suit down to the captured woman's waist.

B'Elanna pinned Seven down with her left hand by holding her throat in a tight grip. Seven feebily hit B'Elanna with her now freed arms. The grip on her throat tightened, no air was coming in, and B'Elanna growled,

"Resistance is futile. Remember, Borg?"

Seven's arms went limp and back down on to the Holodeck floor. With one shake of Seven's slender neck to serve as reminder of the result of any future attempts B'Elanna loosened her grip only slightly. Seven could breath again.

B'Elanna's free right hand began to wander across Seven's gently swaying bust. She leaned into the woman, biting the swell of her left breast till she could taste the blood as it started to flow.

"I claim you as mine!"

B'Elanna snarled as she looked Seven hard in the eye, her blood and Seven's now mingling on her face. The intensity of her gaze was too much for the former drone who averted her eyes in submission.

"Please, B'Elanna....I...you are frightening me. I...."

Seven's pleading was cut off by a gasp as B'Elanna brought her head down once again, this time to put Seven's pale pink nipple in her mouth. Tasting the blood on Seven's breast only stimulated B'Elanna's desire more. Moving back and forth, nipple to nipple, B'Elanna sucked, chewed and sometimes even bit the luscious fruit before her. She showed no mercy because she felt none for the woman beneath her.

Seven's pleading had taken on a new tone, sounding just as desperate but with a great deal of bewilderment. She had never felt anything like this before. She suspected it was the emotion known as desire but it made no sense under these circumstances. B'Elanna was her enemy so how could she desire this woman? There was no romance, no softness, none of things she had read about in the computer database yet she could feel her body reacting to B'Elanna's mouth as it trailed further down her body with more kisses, licks, and nips.

As B'Elanna moved down the slender frame of her captive the soft flesh she felt beneath her hands and tongue became ever more intoxicating. There was no stopping, she would have this beautiful woman now. Raising her body off of Seven's she grabbed the blue ruins of the biosuit once more and ripped it down to the narrow ankles of the now gasping woman. Surprise, surprise, the ever cool and remote Seven wore no undergarments of any kind.

Being so exposed, so abruptly, panicked Seven and she attempted to fight once more. She heaved B'Elanna off her completely and rolled to her knees to get up and run. The shreds of suit at her ankles foiled her escape causing her to fall hard, back on to the floor. Lying on her stomach she looked back at B'Elanna who had already recovered and was moving toward her.

Reaching one arm out B'Elanna grabbed the biosuit material between the woman's long legs and dragged her back towards her. Lying full length across the floor, her arms above her trying to get a grip anywhere, Seven felt herself drawn back down into her predator's arms. B'Elanna flipped her over and flattened her back down onto the floor beneath her.

"No! You cannot escape me. I will take you, with your help or without it," she snapped.

"Please, I...I do not understand....what am I feeling? Why are you doing this? I...."

This time Seven was cut off by B'Elanna's mouth on hers. How could such soft lips dominate so? Seven tried to resist, instinctively knowing that to open her mouth to this would-be invader would be her downfall. But the insistent pressure of that mouth and tongue, the barely gentle biting of her lower lip wore away what little resistance she mustered. When her mouth finally opened and allowed Torres entrance the triumphant growl that echoed through B'Elanna's chest reverberated throughout Seven's body.

Seven began to whimper, a mixture of fear and desire, as B'Elanna's tongue slowly and throughly explored the soft, moist interior of the young woman's mouth. At first Seven's tongue lay passive and unmoving but then as desire began to overcome fear it moved to join B'Elanna's in a dance of exploration. Tentatively her arms moved up behind B'Elanna's shoulders, pressing the Klingon warrior closer to her. Suddenly the weight upon her was no longer oppressive.

When Seven attempted a bolder move, going into B'Elanna's mouth with her own passionate tongue Torres abruptly broke off the kiss.

Breathing heavily from desire rather than exertion now B'Elanna whispered, "Uh-uh, Seven. Make no mistake, I will have you but I will have you on MY terms."

"I do not understand." replied Seven who was feeling an unfamiliar ache throughout her body that seemed to center in her groin and radiate out.

"There is more than one way to conquer. Killing isn't always necessary. When we are finished here today, I will be the victor and you will be mine."

"What you are doing is giving me pleasure. This is illogical. I feel your desire for me. How will that conquer me?" asked Seven, truly puzzled.

"Because I am in control. I determine how much pleasure you receive," and at this point B'Elanna licked Seven's pink nipple once more then breathed softly on it, bringing it to a hard point as Seven gasped fiercely with desire. "And how much pain," biting down hard on that same nipple enough to bring another gasp from the Borg, this time of pain.

"Before we are through you will beg me for what I can give you. And if you beg nice enough I might just do so," threatened B'Elanna.

Seven looked deep into B'Elanna's eyes and saw that what she said was true. There would be no escape and she was completely at the mercy of this warrior woman's hands and desires. B'Elanna looked down at the woman she held in her hands and felt another rush of desire run through her body as she saw the reaction these words had on Seven.

Once again B'Elanna covered Seven's mouth with her own, at first fierce and hard to remind her of who was in charge and then soft, ever so soft, lifting and pulling at Seven's emotions and desires until Seven was on fire and blind with need. Afraid that B'Elanna would stop what she was doing Seven made no sudden moves towards the Klingon although she could not stop her body from writhing beneath B'Elanna's. Every movement was heaven and hell at once, being out of control and in front of B'Elanna of all people, yet not wanting it to stop.

The sensuous movements of the body below her compelled B'Elanna down once more. Pausing briefly once again at those beautiful breasts she could not resist but then moving again down, down to her ultimate destination and Seven's downfall.

The first brush of her hand across the damp, blonde curls made Seven rise up off the floor with a cry. Pushing her back down firmly with one hand, B'Elanna used the other to separate the pliant legs before her. The musky odor that rose up made B'Elanna want to howl.

Separating the soft, moist lips of below B'Elanna spied the treasure she sought and moved in to capture it. First, with her hand she slowly moved up and down, feeling the soft flesh engorge quickly. Again, Seven attempted to rise from the floor, completely out of contol now.

Seven had become unintelligible, panting and moaning, her face red and burning with the need for release. But B'Elanna would not let her off that easily. Backing slowly out she softly kissed, licked and nipped the soft, white flesh of Seven's inner thighs. Seven was still panting and moaning but was no closer to release.

Swiftly B'Elanna moved in once more, this time with her mouth, seizing the clitoris she had so recently stroked with her hand and sucking it as hard as she could. Seven screamed and arched high off the ground. Just as quickly B'Elanna eased the pressure and went back to a slow leisurely pace of licking the small piece of flesh she claimed as hers.

"Please, please, B'Elanna I cannot take any more of this.....of this pleasure. You said I would beg and I am." moaned Seven in a raw whisper. "Take me."

Rewarding her prisoner's words with more pressure B'Elanna raked her teeth slightly across the edge of Seven's clit. Seven's ability to speak disappeared but her body spoke volumes as moisture pooled around B'Elanna's mouth. Lapping it up, B'Elanna growled in an endless monotone.

Once more Seven spoke, complete capitulation in her voice, "I am yours, B'Elanna. I do not deny it. P-please have mercy on me and finish this."

B'Elanna's head lifted and she shifted slightly upwards towards Seven's face. Brokenly Seven pleaded, "No, please, do not stop. I could not take it."

"I have no intention of stopping. I will claim all of you, I swear." B'Elanna's harsh whisper promised.

She leaned into Seven and plundered her mouth once more. Seven tasted herself for the first time and moaned with the flavor and the woman who brought it to her. Suddenly she felt something start to enter her below. Her eyes flew open in shock as she tensed.

"Don't resist me, Seven. You'll only hurt yourself. I won't be denyed"

B'Elanna tried to sooth her in her own way. The finger moved in and out slowly, exploring every ridge and nuance in the cave it found itself. As her juices flowed Seven felt another finger and another. Slowly, steadily they moved in and out, the rhythm building along with the feelings inside her.

Harshly, B'Elanna spoke, "Look at me, Seven!"

Seven obediently turned her electrifying blue eyes on her captor showing B'Elanna the desire that was welling up within her. Her whole body trembling now, Seven would have done anything that B'Elanna commanded her to do.

B'Elanna went on, "Do you feel me...inside of you?"

"Yes, yes, I feel you. Do not stop, please." Begging seemed to come natural now.

"I hold your very center in my hand. You are MINE. To take or not. You are mine to do with as I please. SAY IT."

She would not be denyed this submission. Frantic for release, knowing that everything B'Elanna said was true, not caring, Seven obeyed.

"I am yours. I submit to your will. I can refuse you nothing nor can I expect anything. I am at your mercy."

This last sentence was said in a bare whisper but Seven's eyes did not flinch from the hard, possessive gaze that held hers.

B'Elanna accepted Seven's submission with another feral grin and began to increase the depth and thrust of the strokes that had never stopped in the moist realms of Seven's interior.

"Look at me. Don't take your eyes off me. When you come I want you to know it's because I allowed it and I was the one who brought you there," B'Elanna spoke intensely.

"Yes....B'Elanna Torres....I-I will comply." Seven replied.

As the strokes went deeper and faster, Seven watched B'Elanna, never breaking her gaze as she felt herself rise, rise, every nerve screaming for release. When it came, Seven fell into an abyss of exploding pleasure and completion. As she fell farther and farther down, those eyes followed her to the bottom.

Staring down at the unconscious, sated form below her, B'Elanna smiled and realized today wasn't such a bad day after all.

She leaned forward once more, biting Seven's cheek till she drew blood, licked it and whispered into her unresponsive Borg's ear again, "You are mine." and swaggered out of the Holodeck.