Chapter 11-
"Agreeing to the challenge was pure ego." Marisetta was telling the Enterprise crew. "She knows you cannot possibly win against her. But even upon this development, I am sure she would not send Charles to the hermitage until she was through with him."
"If you have the ability to drop that magnetic field," Archer said, controlling his temper. "Then why the hell don't you just do it now and let us get Trip the hell out of here?"
T'Pol watched her captain closely. He was upset, that she knew, but he was also angry. In combination those two emotions could prove highly irrational. She was not going to let that happen.
"Captain," Marisetta tried to project calm in her voice. "I know you do not understand, but Treianna has strength you can not even begin to imagine."
"Even over you?" T'Pol asked.
"Yes." Marisetta admitted. "Not in the way her wiles affect Charles, but she can weaken any of our people with a mere thought. I would be of no use to you if that were to happen."
"Is that part of the overactive drive, too?" Archer asked.
"Yes." Marisetta looked at all of them thoughtfully. "I could lower the magnetic field and in a matter of minutes Treianna would be alerted. What she might do in desperation to the rest of you is unknown. She is not acting at all the way I would have hoped."
"Sir," T'Pol turned to Archer. "We must stay with the original plan. We have to leave now."
Archer looked at all of them. He was not about to let Trip suffer anymore at the hands of that woman. But he also didn't feel he was doing enough by not charging over to Treianna's and dragging him out of there. He sighed heavily and said, "You're right. Let's go."
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Zale peered into the backhouse from the half opened door. He could see Charles on his knees, slumped over a crate with his head resting on it. The young man walked slowly over to the off worlder and knelt down next to him.
Trip had heard the door open, but was not in any hurry to see who it was. He was feeling weak and tired from Treianna's pheromone blast. And the earlier stinging on his backside was now replaced by full fledged pain. He opened his eyes and looked into the face of Zale.
"Wha'dya want?" Trip managed to ask even though his mouth felt like it was full of cotton.
"Mistress Treianna says I should bring you to her now." Zale replied.
"Round two?" Trip saw the look on Zale's face and decided it was curiosity. "What?"
"We learn of the ancient ways at the hermitage." Zale told him. "But I have never known anyone who was subjected to this form of punishment. Does it hurt much?"
"I'm not gonna be your source for entertainment, Zale." Trip told him. "Don't ya think ya better get goin' here? Wouldn't want the mistress to get after your tail."
Zale jumped up and stood over Trip. Trip drew in a deep breath and pushed off of the crate to stand. He grimaced and bit his lower lip, trying to straighten. Zale, wide-eyed, stared at him.
"I think ya just got your answer." Trip told him as he started to walk, stiffly, toward the door.
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Treianna stood by the window in her chambers looking at the afternoon sky painted in purple and orange hues. A gentle breeze blew the light curtains and filled her sense of smell with her garden's riches. A soft knock on the door interrupted her peace.
"Enter." Treianna called out.
Zale opened the door and Trip shuffled in. Once inside, Zale backed out and closed the door. Treianna remained looking out her window as Trip stared at the floor.
"I don't think you understand yet that you have no choices here." Treianna finally said. "You
speak when allowed to speak and do as you are told."
"Within reason, ma'am." Trip wondered if he had just had an out of body experience for the living. He heard himself speaking out, but instantly knew it was a bad idea.
Treianna slowly turned, expressionless, and walked over to stand in front of Trip. Suddenly, without any warning she backhanded Trip across the face.
"A visit to the backhouse, then a few hours alone to reflect and you still have learned nothing?" She asked.
Trip felt his anger building. "I learned that embarrassin' you gets me a bottom full of bruises. And that talkin' back or out of turn gets my face slapped. So what's the point?"
Again Treianna slapped Trip's face, but this time open-handed and on the other cheek.
"So what's the point...ma'am?" Trip defiantly replied.
"I studied your Earth's history about the "woodshed" prior to leaving Enterprise." Treianna told him. "I felt that would be effective. Was it?"
"Yes, ma'am, it definitely made a lastin' impression on me." The warmth was coming up the back of his neck again. He could feel his stomach starting to twist. She was at it again, he thought.
Treianna began to rub Trip's shoulders, moving her hands down his arms and then grabbing hold of his shirt, lifting it up. Trip pulled back, staring at her.
Treianna allowed him that one act of resistance, but she would not allow anymore. She reached for his shirt again, and lifted it up once more. This time she could see Charles was not becoming successful in fighting back. His eyelids were starting to slowly blink and his face was glistening. She removed his shirt and threw it off to the side.
Trip stood there trying to clear his head. He started to think of the warp reactor. The way Jon had tried to get him to name the major components on that sand blasted planet. But he was having no more luck this time as then.
Treianna sat back on her bed and watched Charles. He was staring boldly at her. As if he felt he could subdue her with his thoughts. She had to chuckle a bit.
"Remove your pants." Treianna instructed.
Inside Trip was sure his mind was at least trying to fight her off. But outside, his body was playing right along. His fingers took hold of the drawstrings on his pants and, the next thing he knew, he felt them fall around his ankles.
What followed after that was blurry and in slow motion. Trip felt himself being pulled and pushed on to the bed. Treianna was all over him like the bitch in heat that she was. And all the while her pheromones pummeling him and absorbing his every sense. But even if his body would betray him, he wouldn't let his mind.
Treianna kissed him but he did not kiss back. She stroked and caressed him, but he would not touch her. She slapped him across the face several times to get him to respond to her in those ways, but he would not. But in the end, his primal instincts below the waist succumbed to her. His body could not fight off her potent pheromones and it's need for feeling good sensations, any good sensation, was too great.
As Trip lay there on his back, feeling her weight pressing his sore backside into the mattress, he closed his eyes and felt the tears run down the sides of his face.
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TO BE CONTINUED
"Agreeing to the challenge was pure ego." Marisetta was telling the Enterprise crew. "She knows you cannot possibly win against her. But even upon this development, I am sure she would not send Charles to the hermitage until she was through with him."
"If you have the ability to drop that magnetic field," Archer said, controlling his temper. "Then why the hell don't you just do it now and let us get Trip the hell out of here?"
T'Pol watched her captain closely. He was upset, that she knew, but he was also angry. In combination those two emotions could prove highly irrational. She was not going to let that happen.
"Captain," Marisetta tried to project calm in her voice. "I know you do not understand, but Treianna has strength you can not even begin to imagine."
"Even over you?" T'Pol asked.
"Yes." Marisetta admitted. "Not in the way her wiles affect Charles, but she can weaken any of our people with a mere thought. I would be of no use to you if that were to happen."
"Is that part of the overactive drive, too?" Archer asked.
"Yes." Marisetta looked at all of them thoughtfully. "I could lower the magnetic field and in a matter of minutes Treianna would be alerted. What she might do in desperation to the rest of you is unknown. She is not acting at all the way I would have hoped."
"Sir," T'Pol turned to Archer. "We must stay with the original plan. We have to leave now."
Archer looked at all of them. He was not about to let Trip suffer anymore at the hands of that woman. But he also didn't feel he was doing enough by not charging over to Treianna's and dragging him out of there. He sighed heavily and said, "You're right. Let's go."
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Zale peered into the backhouse from the half opened door. He could see Charles on his knees, slumped over a crate with his head resting on it. The young man walked slowly over to the off worlder and knelt down next to him.
Trip had heard the door open, but was not in any hurry to see who it was. He was feeling weak and tired from Treianna's pheromone blast. And the earlier stinging on his backside was now replaced by full fledged pain. He opened his eyes and looked into the face of Zale.
"Wha'dya want?" Trip managed to ask even though his mouth felt like it was full of cotton.
"Mistress Treianna says I should bring you to her now." Zale replied.
"Round two?" Trip saw the look on Zale's face and decided it was curiosity. "What?"
"We learn of the ancient ways at the hermitage." Zale told him. "But I have never known anyone who was subjected to this form of punishment. Does it hurt much?"
"I'm not gonna be your source for entertainment, Zale." Trip told him. "Don't ya think ya better get goin' here? Wouldn't want the mistress to get after your tail."
Zale jumped up and stood over Trip. Trip drew in a deep breath and pushed off of the crate to stand. He grimaced and bit his lower lip, trying to straighten. Zale, wide-eyed, stared at him.
"I think ya just got your answer." Trip told him as he started to walk, stiffly, toward the door.
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Treianna stood by the window in her chambers looking at the afternoon sky painted in purple and orange hues. A gentle breeze blew the light curtains and filled her sense of smell with her garden's riches. A soft knock on the door interrupted her peace.
"Enter." Treianna called out.
Zale opened the door and Trip shuffled in. Once inside, Zale backed out and closed the door. Treianna remained looking out her window as Trip stared at the floor.
"I don't think you understand yet that you have no choices here." Treianna finally said. "You
speak when allowed to speak and do as you are told."
"Within reason, ma'am." Trip wondered if he had just had an out of body experience for the living. He heard himself speaking out, but instantly knew it was a bad idea.
Treianna slowly turned, expressionless, and walked over to stand in front of Trip. Suddenly, without any warning she backhanded Trip across the face.
"A visit to the backhouse, then a few hours alone to reflect and you still have learned nothing?" She asked.
Trip felt his anger building. "I learned that embarrassin' you gets me a bottom full of bruises. And that talkin' back or out of turn gets my face slapped. So what's the point?"
Again Treianna slapped Trip's face, but this time open-handed and on the other cheek.
"So what's the point...ma'am?" Trip defiantly replied.
"I studied your Earth's history about the "woodshed" prior to leaving Enterprise." Treianna told him. "I felt that would be effective. Was it?"
"Yes, ma'am, it definitely made a lastin' impression on me." The warmth was coming up the back of his neck again. He could feel his stomach starting to twist. She was at it again, he thought.
Treianna began to rub Trip's shoulders, moving her hands down his arms and then grabbing hold of his shirt, lifting it up. Trip pulled back, staring at her.
Treianna allowed him that one act of resistance, but she would not allow anymore. She reached for his shirt again, and lifted it up once more. This time she could see Charles was not becoming successful in fighting back. His eyelids were starting to slowly blink and his face was glistening. She removed his shirt and threw it off to the side.
Trip stood there trying to clear his head. He started to think of the warp reactor. The way Jon had tried to get him to name the major components on that sand blasted planet. But he was having no more luck this time as then.
Treianna sat back on her bed and watched Charles. He was staring boldly at her. As if he felt he could subdue her with his thoughts. She had to chuckle a bit.
"Remove your pants." Treianna instructed.
Inside Trip was sure his mind was at least trying to fight her off. But outside, his body was playing right along. His fingers took hold of the drawstrings on his pants and, the next thing he knew, he felt them fall around his ankles.
What followed after that was blurry and in slow motion. Trip felt himself being pulled and pushed on to the bed. Treianna was all over him like the bitch in heat that she was. And all the while her pheromones pummeling him and absorbing his every sense. But even if his body would betray him, he wouldn't let his mind.
Treianna kissed him but he did not kiss back. She stroked and caressed him, but he would not touch her. She slapped him across the face several times to get him to respond to her in those ways, but he would not. But in the end, his primal instincts below the waist succumbed to her. His body could not fight off her potent pheromones and it's need for feeling good sensations, any good sensation, was too great.
As Trip lay there on his back, feeling her weight pressing his sore backside into the mattress, he closed his eyes and felt the tears run down the sides of his face.
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TO BE CONTINUED