Chapter 13-
Trip hung over the side of the bed, gagging and spitting up. His body was severely stressed from Treianna's assaulting pheromones to the physical abuses at her hands.
Treianna slowly moved toward the bed and stood there silently. She had control over this one's body, but his mind was fiercely protecting that strong will.
Trip's mind was racing with possibilities and probabilities of what had just transpired and what could happen next. For the first time in a few days he was aboard Enterprise, but not safe. His body was out of reach from Treianna, yet still being tormented by her. Then he was back in her lair.
"Why can you not give all of yourself to me," Treianna whispered with a hint of anger.
Trip felt the bed sink as Treianna sat next to him. He still hung his head down, heaving and moaning occasionally. He felt her rubbing his back between the shoulder blades. She moved her hand down to his lower back and then rested it on his rear. Trip pushed himself up on one hand and swiveled his upper body so his head was now resting on the pillow.
"Why, Charles?" Treianna asked again, this time squeezing Charles' bruised buttocks.
Trip let out a pained moan. "Never," was all he could manage to say through clenched teeth.
"Why." Treianna insisted, this time giving him a quick slap on his behind.
Trip buried his face into the pillow. His mind was swirling with confusion. He no more knew what this woman wanted from him, then he knew whether her next touch would be gentle or hostile.
"I--I don't..." Trip's guttural response was forced. "I don't...love you."
"Love?" Treianna began to laugh. "Charles, you are naive. Who ever said I was seeking your love?"
Trip turned to look at her, rubbing his eyes on the pillow. It didn't help to clear his blurred vision at all. She was laughing at him. He felt the heat burning inside of him, but it wasn't from her pheromones. This time it was pure anger. His anger, boiling inside. She had humiliated him, degraded him and now she was laughing in his face. He gathered up all the strength he could and ripped the pillow out from under himself, flinging it at her.
Treianna, caught by surprise, was knocked backwards as the pillow slammed into her face. She nearly fell off the bed, but caught herself. She pulled the pillow from Trip's grip and jumped to her feet.
"You idiot!" Treianna screamed at him.
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Marisetta pushed through the door, causing Zale to stumble.
"Get Treianna at once." Marisetta barked at the young man.
Zale quickly rushed to the bed chamber. But Treianna's angered voice screaming at Trip launched Marisetta in pursuit, overtaking Zale at the door.
Treianna turned abruptly as Marisetta burst through the door.
"Leave us!" Marisetta ordered Zale. Once he was gone she glared at Treianna. "You have made me ashamed to have blindly followed your orders."
"He needs me!" Treianna pleaded for understanding.
"Needs you?" Marisetta asked, confusion furrowing her brow. "He needs to be who he is, Treianna. Not who or what you want him to be."
"No," Treianna turned and looked down at Charles. She tried to brush back his bangs, but he flinched at her touch.
"Look how he resists you still." Marisetta told her.
"He is tired!" Treianna countered in excuse. She knelt down and tried to gently caress Trip's behind, but he nervously wriggled about trying to move away.
"By the gods that we worship," Marisetta said, astonished. "You have twisted our ancient ways to use against this one in anger. Simply because he would not submit to you."
"Silence!" Treianna turned on Marisetta.
Zale's voice was heard from the other room. He was shouting and there were several footsteps entering the hut. Within a matter of seconds the door was ripped open and Captain Archer charged through followed by T'Pol, Travis, Hoshi, and Liz. All had phasers drawn.
Treianna frantically searched for the control box in her gown, but Marisetta lunged at her. The two struggled for the box, but Treianna knocked Marisetta down. T'Pol holstered her weapon and tackled Treianna. With one hand on Treianna's wrist of the hand that clutched the box, T'Pol hauled off with her clenched fist and connected with Treianna's jaw. The control box and Treianna hit the floor, separately, and T'Pol picked the box up. She threw it to her captain. Treianna turned and began to crawl toward Trip.
"Don't you touch him!" Archer screamed, turning to Travis. "Take Liz and Hoshi out." Travis nodded and the three left the room.
Marisetta grabbed hold of Treianna's arm and pulled her up, allowing Archer access to Trip. The captain knelt down next to the bed, placing a hand on Trip's shoulder. But when Trip recoiled from the touch, Archer became incensed.
"What have you done to him?!" Archer turned to Treianna.
"Nothing he did not allow me to do." Treianna answered.
"Bull!" Archer barked. He then produced the hypospray and injected Trip in the arm. "You took advantage of your ability to render his body weak in your presence. That's all you did."
"You cannot take him from me." Treianna raised her voice.
"Let them go, Treianna!" Marisetta told her. "It is over."
"Captain, Lieutenant Reed is waiting," T'Pol reminded him.
Archer carefully wrapped Trip up in the blanket snuggly, then wearily pulled out his communicator. "Archer to Enterprise."
"Yes, Captain." Reed's anxious voice answered.
"Get ready to beam Trip back." Archer instructed, as he tucked the control box into the blanket.
"No..." Trip's raspy voice croaked.
"Trip?" Jon placed his hand on Trip's forehead. "We're sending you home."
"Need to ask..." Trip forced out. "Ma'am..."
Marisetta released her grip on Treianna and the latter slowly moved forward. Jon was not about to move from Trip's side and just slightly moved so Trip could see her.
"Did you ever..." Trip swallowed and licked his lips. "...care, at all...what I wanted or how I felt?"
"Our female ancestors' wants or how they felt never were a consideration in past history." Treianna told him. "When the roles reversed, it was an absolute."
"Why?" Trip pleaded, his eyes watering and his lip quivering.
"I simply wanted you." Treianna told him. "Am I suppose to apologize? What do you want me to say, Charles?"
"That what I went through..." Trip's voice began to tremble. "...meant something."
"I enjoyed the challenge that you brought, Charles. Nothing more." Treianna coldly said.
"Get him out of here, Malcolm." Archer said into his communicator. He watched Trip's body shimmer and then disappear. "We never interfered with your culture or your people." Archer told Treianna. "We rescued you and, although we weren't looking for thanks, we didn't expect this."
"I told you, Captain, you would either accept us or detest us." Treianna said.
"Did you tell him the truth?" Archer asked her. "About never feeling anything for him?"
"I did feel something for him." Treianna admitted. "But it's beyond his or your comprehension."
Archer rose to his feet and stared at Treianna in utter disbelief.
"Captain," T'Pol spoke up. "Your technology is far below the Alejians. But their inferiority lies in their lack of compassion. I believe Humans have the 'upper hand', as you put it."
Archer managed a weak half-smile, turning his back to Treianna and Marisetta. "Are you ready to go?"
"Quite," T'Pol responded with her characteristic raised eyebrow.
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TO BE CONTINUED
Trip hung over the side of the bed, gagging and spitting up. His body was severely stressed from Treianna's assaulting pheromones to the physical abuses at her hands.
Treianna slowly moved toward the bed and stood there silently. She had control over this one's body, but his mind was fiercely protecting that strong will.
Trip's mind was racing with possibilities and probabilities of what had just transpired and what could happen next. For the first time in a few days he was aboard Enterprise, but not safe. His body was out of reach from Treianna, yet still being tormented by her. Then he was back in her lair.
"Why can you not give all of yourself to me," Treianna whispered with a hint of anger.
Trip felt the bed sink as Treianna sat next to him. He still hung his head down, heaving and moaning occasionally. He felt her rubbing his back between the shoulder blades. She moved her hand down to his lower back and then rested it on his rear. Trip pushed himself up on one hand and swiveled his upper body so his head was now resting on the pillow.
"Why, Charles?" Treianna asked again, this time squeezing Charles' bruised buttocks.
Trip let out a pained moan. "Never," was all he could manage to say through clenched teeth.
"Why." Treianna insisted, this time giving him a quick slap on his behind.
Trip buried his face into the pillow. His mind was swirling with confusion. He no more knew what this woman wanted from him, then he knew whether her next touch would be gentle or hostile.
"I--I don't..." Trip's guttural response was forced. "I don't...love you."
"Love?" Treianna began to laugh. "Charles, you are naive. Who ever said I was seeking your love?"
Trip turned to look at her, rubbing his eyes on the pillow. It didn't help to clear his blurred vision at all. She was laughing at him. He felt the heat burning inside of him, but it wasn't from her pheromones. This time it was pure anger. His anger, boiling inside. She had humiliated him, degraded him and now she was laughing in his face. He gathered up all the strength he could and ripped the pillow out from under himself, flinging it at her.
Treianna, caught by surprise, was knocked backwards as the pillow slammed into her face. She nearly fell off the bed, but caught herself. She pulled the pillow from Trip's grip and jumped to her feet.
"You idiot!" Treianna screamed at him.
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Marisetta pushed through the door, causing Zale to stumble.
"Get Treianna at once." Marisetta barked at the young man.
Zale quickly rushed to the bed chamber. But Treianna's angered voice screaming at Trip launched Marisetta in pursuit, overtaking Zale at the door.
Treianna turned abruptly as Marisetta burst through the door.
"Leave us!" Marisetta ordered Zale. Once he was gone she glared at Treianna. "You have made me ashamed to have blindly followed your orders."
"He needs me!" Treianna pleaded for understanding.
"Needs you?" Marisetta asked, confusion furrowing her brow. "He needs to be who he is, Treianna. Not who or what you want him to be."
"No," Treianna turned and looked down at Charles. She tried to brush back his bangs, but he flinched at her touch.
"Look how he resists you still." Marisetta told her.
"He is tired!" Treianna countered in excuse. She knelt down and tried to gently caress Trip's behind, but he nervously wriggled about trying to move away.
"By the gods that we worship," Marisetta said, astonished. "You have twisted our ancient ways to use against this one in anger. Simply because he would not submit to you."
"Silence!" Treianna turned on Marisetta.
Zale's voice was heard from the other room. He was shouting and there were several footsteps entering the hut. Within a matter of seconds the door was ripped open and Captain Archer charged through followed by T'Pol, Travis, Hoshi, and Liz. All had phasers drawn.
Treianna frantically searched for the control box in her gown, but Marisetta lunged at her. The two struggled for the box, but Treianna knocked Marisetta down. T'Pol holstered her weapon and tackled Treianna. With one hand on Treianna's wrist of the hand that clutched the box, T'Pol hauled off with her clenched fist and connected with Treianna's jaw. The control box and Treianna hit the floor, separately, and T'Pol picked the box up. She threw it to her captain. Treianna turned and began to crawl toward Trip.
"Don't you touch him!" Archer screamed, turning to Travis. "Take Liz and Hoshi out." Travis nodded and the three left the room.
Marisetta grabbed hold of Treianna's arm and pulled her up, allowing Archer access to Trip. The captain knelt down next to the bed, placing a hand on Trip's shoulder. But when Trip recoiled from the touch, Archer became incensed.
"What have you done to him?!" Archer turned to Treianna.
"Nothing he did not allow me to do." Treianna answered.
"Bull!" Archer barked. He then produced the hypospray and injected Trip in the arm. "You took advantage of your ability to render his body weak in your presence. That's all you did."
"You cannot take him from me." Treianna raised her voice.
"Let them go, Treianna!" Marisetta told her. "It is over."
"Captain, Lieutenant Reed is waiting," T'Pol reminded him.
Archer carefully wrapped Trip up in the blanket snuggly, then wearily pulled out his communicator. "Archer to Enterprise."
"Yes, Captain." Reed's anxious voice answered.
"Get ready to beam Trip back." Archer instructed, as he tucked the control box into the blanket.
"No..." Trip's raspy voice croaked.
"Trip?" Jon placed his hand on Trip's forehead. "We're sending you home."
"Need to ask..." Trip forced out. "Ma'am..."
Marisetta released her grip on Treianna and the latter slowly moved forward. Jon was not about to move from Trip's side and just slightly moved so Trip could see her.
"Did you ever..." Trip swallowed and licked his lips. "...care, at all...what I wanted or how I felt?"
"Our female ancestors' wants or how they felt never were a consideration in past history." Treianna told him. "When the roles reversed, it was an absolute."
"Why?" Trip pleaded, his eyes watering and his lip quivering.
"I simply wanted you." Treianna told him. "Am I suppose to apologize? What do you want me to say, Charles?"
"That what I went through..." Trip's voice began to tremble. "...meant something."
"I enjoyed the challenge that you brought, Charles. Nothing more." Treianna coldly said.
"Get him out of here, Malcolm." Archer said into his communicator. He watched Trip's body shimmer and then disappear. "We never interfered with your culture or your people." Archer told Treianna. "We rescued you and, although we weren't looking for thanks, we didn't expect this."
"I told you, Captain, you would either accept us or detest us." Treianna said.
"Did you tell him the truth?" Archer asked her. "About never feeling anything for him?"
"I did feel something for him." Treianna admitted. "But it's beyond his or your comprehension."
Archer rose to his feet and stared at Treianna in utter disbelief.
"Captain," T'Pol spoke up. "Your technology is far below the Alejians. But their inferiority lies in their lack of compassion. I believe Humans have the 'upper hand', as you put it."
Archer managed a weak half-smile, turning his back to Treianna and Marisetta. "Are you ready to go?"
"Quite," T'Pol responded with her characteristic raised eyebrow.
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TO BE CONTINUED