Part 22
Seven and Mara had been sleeping when the door to their cell opened. Mara immediately sat up, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Her Force abilities may have been weak compared to those of Sith or Jedi, but they were more than enough to give her instincts that had kept her alive in situations that should have been certain death. She knew something was wrong.
"Good morning," Ms. Danoob said as she came in, accompanied by the guards. She always seemed careful, always taking some kind of precaution. She was a very competent opponent, and despite Seven's insistence that they had to work together, that fact still never changed for Mara. She wasn't on the same side, she was just an enemy she hadn't gotten around to dealing with yet.
"That depends," Mara said suspiciously as Seven stood up beside her. "What do you want?"
"You, I'm afraid," Ms. Danoob said.
"Try not to be afraid, it's unbecoming in a warden."
"Ah Mara, sometimes you can be very amusing... and then there’s now."
"What's going on?" Seven asked, getting straight to the point.
"Noting terribly sinister," Ms. Danoob said. "Kara and Lara-"
"Wait, you have a Kara and a Lara?" Mara said. "And you have a Mara? Is that why we're here?"
Ms. Danoob paused. "I hadn't realized that," she said. "What an interesting coincidence." She turned to Seven. "Perhaps we'll rename you Jara."
"Sometimes you can be very amusing," Seven said, "and then there's now."
"Quite. In any event, Kara and Lara are a bit strained and need someone to help them let off a little steam."
"That is not our problem," Seven said firmly, stepping protectively in front of Mara. "We had an agreement."
"Yes, we did," Ms. Danoob said. "And where's my reactor?"
"It's coming," Seven said. "It is not my fault that your technicians are so stupid."
"True," Ms. Danoob said. "But I do need the reactor, and I do need to do something for my two other guests. Mara will help ensure that both needs are met."
"No," Seven said in a tone that would cow even a minor deity.
Ms. Danoob, however, stood her ground. It seemed she feared nothing, despite the presence of the guards. "You work for me," she said flatly. "You make no demands."
"If you take her the work stops," Seven said back in the same tone.
"Don't play chicken with me, Seven," Ms. Danoob said. "I still have one more jump left. I can find another cyborg if you force the issue."
"I'll go," Mara said, but Seven grabbed her and pushed her back. With her strength, it felt like Mara was just a child. Seven stood her ground, and Mara could see her tensing. She was getting ready to fight, and while Mara wouldn't mind taking a poke at them, it wasn’t a smart move. "Seven, you told me we need to cooperate."
"Not when they refuse to honor our bargain," Seven said, eyes never leaving Ms. Danoob.
"Seven, you do the work that you need to do. I'll do this, all right." Seven still didn't move, so Mara slipped up to her ear and whispered. "I can endure anything so long as I know you're safe. Do this for me, sweetie... please." Seven's glare could have knocked a squirrel out of a tree, but eventually she turned away, squeezed Mara tight, then turned back to her captors.
"If she comes to harm I will kill you," Seven said. The way Seven spoke, it wasn’t a threat, or even a promise, but rather as if the one would follow the other as naturally and unstoppably as two following one.
"She will be returned to you unharmed," Ms. Danoob assured her.
"Yes," Seven said, and this time the threat was unmistakable, "she will be."
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Lara and Starbuck were escorted into a room; Mara was waiting, strapped down spread eagle on a horizontal X cross. There was also a ballgag in her mouth. "Hey, it's my old friend, red," Starbuck said. "How are you doing, red?"
"Mara's volunteered to participate in a little healthy recreation," came the voice of Ms. Danoob.
"Ah, it's our turn to be the tormentors," Lara said, "Is that how the game is played?"
"Would you rather be the one on the table?" Ms. Danoob asked.
"I just find this entire situation quite humiliating," Lara said. "This woman's done nothing to me."
"Well she has to me," Starbuck said. "And I don't care how crass it may sound to all you civilized people, but a little payback is fine by me." Starbuck walked up to Mara and didn't so much as look things over; she just dropped her nails straight onto Mara's ribcage. Immediate Mara began squealing and struggling, but Starbuck was only getting warmed up. After a bit of this she began rapidly digging her nails in, wriggling, and moving on to a nearby spot, so that her hands were flying over Mara's ribs very quickly, and leaving Mara shrieking from the effect. "Oh yes, I've been looking forward to this," Starbuck said slowly, in contrast to the quick tickle attack she was performing. "Let's see how well you take it, red."
"Lara," came the voice of Ms. Danoob. "Don't leave all the work for Kara." Lara uncrossed her arms, came over, and began kneading Mara's knees. Despite the intensity of the rib tickling, Mara still noticed and was quickly trying to shake her loose, but while Lara's heart may have not been in it, she was still good at this, and kept squeezing her knees while Mara laughed into her gag.
"I'd forgotten how much fun this is," Starbuck commented. "I've got to find time to do this more often." She worked further down and began squeezing Mara's flanks. "Maybe it can be with you, red," she said. "You're quite a ticklish thing, I think it'd be a good use for you." She wormed her thumbs in, causing Mara to shake in desperation. "Doesn't that sound like a fun thought? You as my personal tickle pet? I wonder who I'd have to pay off to make that happen."
Lara had grown bored of the knees, and instead slipped down and took Mara's left foot in her hand. She began tracing the nails of both index fingers up and down the sole watching it twitch and scrunch to try and escape her. She liked tickling, of course, but she couldn't get into this as much as Kara. The truth was... the truth was she'd prefer if this were Kara. She had such a beautiful laugh, and the way she looked during their times together had been very stimulating. Compared to her, Mara was a bit of a disappointment.
Starbuck, for her part, was far too distracted to think about Lara. She was having the time of her life playing with Mara's helpless torso. She dropped both hands onto her belly and began squirming into the hard abdominal muscles. She could feel the belly shake from laughter under her grip, which only further encouraged her. She kept at it, working down towards her pelvis, then up towards her ribs. She stayed in the center for the time being, however; she didn't want to get too close to the sides with that, because it was always fun to go back to the flanks. Every once in a while she'd pull her hands away, jab them into Mara's sides, and wriggle them about. Each time Mara would jump and sputter at it, and yet, there was no way she couldn't have known it was coming. She was obviously just too ticklish for this, which suited Starbuck just fine. After the brutal assault she'd had, she wanted Mara to suffer as much as possible.
Lara eventually grew bored with the foot and headed towards a different spot. Since Starbuck seemed to have staked a claim on the torso, Lara went on to the head. She started in Mara's underarms, since they were always a good target. In addition to being quite ticklish, it allowed her to look Mara in the face. With her red hair and flush face, it was quite a sight to behold. She scratched away for a while, then started to think the better of it. After all, she'd probably been tickled more than anyone else here; she should know all those spots to catch someone off guard. She went up from the armpits and onto Mara's neck. Instantly Mara's eyes bugged open and she started thrashing her head to get away. Lara kept at it, until she found a way to get it without Mara being able to escape. The eyes screwed back shut again, and Lara knew she was having an effect. Good, she liked to get new skills down quickly, and in this place being a master tickler would probably prove useful.
Starbuck had gotten tired of playing with the belly and went back to full kneading of the flanks, causing Mara to shift and buck her hips. It was good, but not enough; even as she taunted her, she tried to think of something better. Mara had to be begging her -metaphorically, of course, since she was gagged- for mercy before Starbuck would be satisfied. So she kept at it.
Lara, however, was on the move. She had a camel hair paintbrush and had taken a firm grip on Mara's right breast. Mara's eyes widened as she saw it approach, then squeezed shut as she felt the brush stroking back and forth over her nipple. Having been on the receiving end often, Lara had some ideas on how to do this, and given Mara's reaction, it seemed she had picked that up as well.
"Hey," Starbuck said, finally noticing what Lara was doing. "Where'd you get that?"
Lara didn't miss a stroke. "On the bench," she said, swirling around Mara's nipple while Mara sputtered.
"Oh I have got to try some of those!" Starbuck said, going over to inspect the table. There were all kinds of brushes, feathers, backscratchers, toothbrushes, and other assorted tickle tools. Oh Mara, she thought, I almost feel sorry for you. She took up a feather. "Oh, have I got an idea," she said in a low, wicked tone. "And you are going to love this Mara. " She scooted around Mara's foot and emerged in between her legs. "Got any idea what I'm going to do with this?" Starbuck asked, holding the feather up.
Mara looked up at her, still laughing from Lara's ministrations, but it was obvious Starbuck had her full attention. With a pleading look in her eyes Mara shook her head for no, but all that prompted in Starbuck was a chuckle of enjoyment.
"Oh, so now is when there should be mercy, huh?" Starbuck asked. "Now, when it's you that's helpless, we need to hold back. No, I don't think so."
Starbuck slowly spread the folds of Mara's womanhood open, then gently blew across it, causing Mara to shiver. Starbuck carefully ran the tip of the feather along the exposed flesh, and she could hear Mara's breath freeze at the touch. Another back, and there was a distant snicker. "Oh yes,” she said, still keeping at it, “this is working out nicely."
Mara closed her eyes and tried to fight it. She could feel the subtle, teasing strokes as it worked along her flesh, then slowly swirled around her feminine nub. She couldn’t even shift slightly to escape, it just kept right at it, deftly sliding and twirling over her while Mara felt the laughter force its way out of her. No! she thought desperately. Please, don't tickle me there! Starbuck continued down her sex, then back and rapidly skittered over her clitoris. Please stop! STOP!
But Starbuck could read the reactions, and she grinned evilly. With feather in hand she passed the long hours without moving from the spot, stroking and tickling Mara's pussy while Lara worked her way around the rest of her body. And that night, when she went to bed, she felt vindicated... and a little aroused at the whole affair. And when she slept, she had dreams of feathers exploring herself in much the same way.
Seven and Mara had been sleeping when the door to their cell opened. Mara immediately sat up, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Her Force abilities may have been weak compared to those of Sith or Jedi, but they were more than enough to give her instincts that had kept her alive in situations that should have been certain death. She knew something was wrong.
"Good morning," Ms. Danoob said as she came in, accompanied by the guards. She always seemed careful, always taking some kind of precaution. She was a very competent opponent, and despite Seven's insistence that they had to work together, that fact still never changed for Mara. She wasn't on the same side, she was just an enemy she hadn't gotten around to dealing with yet.
"That depends," Mara said suspiciously as Seven stood up beside her. "What do you want?"
"You, I'm afraid," Ms. Danoob said.
"Try not to be afraid, it's unbecoming in a warden."
"Ah Mara, sometimes you can be very amusing... and then there’s now."
"What's going on?" Seven asked, getting straight to the point.
"Noting terribly sinister," Ms. Danoob said. "Kara and Lara-"
"Wait, you have a Kara and a Lara?" Mara said. "And you have a Mara? Is that why we're here?"
Ms. Danoob paused. "I hadn't realized that," she said. "What an interesting coincidence." She turned to Seven. "Perhaps we'll rename you Jara."
"Sometimes you can be very amusing," Seven said, "and then there's now."
"Quite. In any event, Kara and Lara are a bit strained and need someone to help them let off a little steam."
"That is not our problem," Seven said firmly, stepping protectively in front of Mara. "We had an agreement."
"Yes, we did," Ms. Danoob said. "And where's my reactor?"
"It's coming," Seven said. "It is not my fault that your technicians are so stupid."
"True," Ms. Danoob said. "But I do need the reactor, and I do need to do something for my two other guests. Mara will help ensure that both needs are met."
"No," Seven said in a tone that would cow even a minor deity.
Ms. Danoob, however, stood her ground. It seemed she feared nothing, despite the presence of the guards. "You work for me," she said flatly. "You make no demands."
"If you take her the work stops," Seven said back in the same tone.
"Don't play chicken with me, Seven," Ms. Danoob said. "I still have one more jump left. I can find another cyborg if you force the issue."
"I'll go," Mara said, but Seven grabbed her and pushed her back. With her strength, it felt like Mara was just a child. Seven stood her ground, and Mara could see her tensing. She was getting ready to fight, and while Mara wouldn't mind taking a poke at them, it wasn’t a smart move. "Seven, you told me we need to cooperate."
"Not when they refuse to honor our bargain," Seven said, eyes never leaving Ms. Danoob.
"Seven, you do the work that you need to do. I'll do this, all right." Seven still didn't move, so Mara slipped up to her ear and whispered. "I can endure anything so long as I know you're safe. Do this for me, sweetie... please." Seven's glare could have knocked a squirrel out of a tree, but eventually she turned away, squeezed Mara tight, then turned back to her captors.
"If she comes to harm I will kill you," Seven said. The way Seven spoke, it wasn’t a threat, or even a promise, but rather as if the one would follow the other as naturally and unstoppably as two following one.
"She will be returned to you unharmed," Ms. Danoob assured her.
"Yes," Seven said, and this time the threat was unmistakable, "she will be."
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Lara and Starbuck were escorted into a room; Mara was waiting, strapped down spread eagle on a horizontal X cross. There was also a ballgag in her mouth. "Hey, it's my old friend, red," Starbuck said. "How are you doing, red?"
"Mara's volunteered to participate in a little healthy recreation," came the voice of Ms. Danoob.
"Ah, it's our turn to be the tormentors," Lara said, "Is that how the game is played?"
"Would you rather be the one on the table?" Ms. Danoob asked.
"I just find this entire situation quite humiliating," Lara said. "This woman's done nothing to me."
"Well she has to me," Starbuck said. "And I don't care how crass it may sound to all you civilized people, but a little payback is fine by me." Starbuck walked up to Mara and didn't so much as look things over; she just dropped her nails straight onto Mara's ribcage. Immediate Mara began squealing and struggling, but Starbuck was only getting warmed up. After a bit of this she began rapidly digging her nails in, wriggling, and moving on to a nearby spot, so that her hands were flying over Mara's ribs very quickly, and leaving Mara shrieking from the effect. "Oh yes, I've been looking forward to this," Starbuck said slowly, in contrast to the quick tickle attack she was performing. "Let's see how well you take it, red."
"Lara," came the voice of Ms. Danoob. "Don't leave all the work for Kara." Lara uncrossed her arms, came over, and began kneading Mara's knees. Despite the intensity of the rib tickling, Mara still noticed and was quickly trying to shake her loose, but while Lara's heart may have not been in it, she was still good at this, and kept squeezing her knees while Mara laughed into her gag.
"I'd forgotten how much fun this is," Starbuck commented. "I've got to find time to do this more often." She worked further down and began squeezing Mara's flanks. "Maybe it can be with you, red," she said. "You're quite a ticklish thing, I think it'd be a good use for you." She wormed her thumbs in, causing Mara to shake in desperation. "Doesn't that sound like a fun thought? You as my personal tickle pet? I wonder who I'd have to pay off to make that happen."
Lara had grown bored of the knees, and instead slipped down and took Mara's left foot in her hand. She began tracing the nails of both index fingers up and down the sole watching it twitch and scrunch to try and escape her. She liked tickling, of course, but she couldn't get into this as much as Kara. The truth was... the truth was she'd prefer if this were Kara. She had such a beautiful laugh, and the way she looked during their times together had been very stimulating. Compared to her, Mara was a bit of a disappointment.
Starbuck, for her part, was far too distracted to think about Lara. She was having the time of her life playing with Mara's helpless torso. She dropped both hands onto her belly and began squirming into the hard abdominal muscles. She could feel the belly shake from laughter under her grip, which only further encouraged her. She kept at it, working down towards her pelvis, then up towards her ribs. She stayed in the center for the time being, however; she didn't want to get too close to the sides with that, because it was always fun to go back to the flanks. Every once in a while she'd pull her hands away, jab them into Mara's sides, and wriggle them about. Each time Mara would jump and sputter at it, and yet, there was no way she couldn't have known it was coming. She was obviously just too ticklish for this, which suited Starbuck just fine. After the brutal assault she'd had, she wanted Mara to suffer as much as possible.
Lara eventually grew bored with the foot and headed towards a different spot. Since Starbuck seemed to have staked a claim on the torso, Lara went on to the head. She started in Mara's underarms, since they were always a good target. In addition to being quite ticklish, it allowed her to look Mara in the face. With her red hair and flush face, it was quite a sight to behold. She scratched away for a while, then started to think the better of it. After all, she'd probably been tickled more than anyone else here; she should know all those spots to catch someone off guard. She went up from the armpits and onto Mara's neck. Instantly Mara's eyes bugged open and she started thrashing her head to get away. Lara kept at it, until she found a way to get it without Mara being able to escape. The eyes screwed back shut again, and Lara knew she was having an effect. Good, she liked to get new skills down quickly, and in this place being a master tickler would probably prove useful.
Starbuck had gotten tired of playing with the belly and went back to full kneading of the flanks, causing Mara to shift and buck her hips. It was good, but not enough; even as she taunted her, she tried to think of something better. Mara had to be begging her -metaphorically, of course, since she was gagged- for mercy before Starbuck would be satisfied. So she kept at it.
Lara, however, was on the move. She had a camel hair paintbrush and had taken a firm grip on Mara's right breast. Mara's eyes widened as she saw it approach, then squeezed shut as she felt the brush stroking back and forth over her nipple. Having been on the receiving end often, Lara had some ideas on how to do this, and given Mara's reaction, it seemed she had picked that up as well.
"Hey," Starbuck said, finally noticing what Lara was doing. "Where'd you get that?"
Lara didn't miss a stroke. "On the bench," she said, swirling around Mara's nipple while Mara sputtered.
"Oh I have got to try some of those!" Starbuck said, going over to inspect the table. There were all kinds of brushes, feathers, backscratchers, toothbrushes, and other assorted tickle tools. Oh Mara, she thought, I almost feel sorry for you. She took up a feather. "Oh, have I got an idea," she said in a low, wicked tone. "And you are going to love this Mara. " She scooted around Mara's foot and emerged in between her legs. "Got any idea what I'm going to do with this?" Starbuck asked, holding the feather up.
Mara looked up at her, still laughing from Lara's ministrations, but it was obvious Starbuck had her full attention. With a pleading look in her eyes Mara shook her head for no, but all that prompted in Starbuck was a chuckle of enjoyment.
"Oh, so now is when there should be mercy, huh?" Starbuck asked. "Now, when it's you that's helpless, we need to hold back. No, I don't think so."
Starbuck slowly spread the folds of Mara's womanhood open, then gently blew across it, causing Mara to shiver. Starbuck carefully ran the tip of the feather along the exposed flesh, and she could hear Mara's breath freeze at the touch. Another back, and there was a distant snicker. "Oh yes,” she said, still keeping at it, “this is working out nicely."
Mara closed her eyes and tried to fight it. She could feel the subtle, teasing strokes as it worked along her flesh, then slowly swirled around her feminine nub. She couldn’t even shift slightly to escape, it just kept right at it, deftly sliding and twirling over her while Mara felt the laughter force its way out of her. No! she thought desperately. Please, don't tickle me there! Starbuck continued down her sex, then back and rapidly skittered over her clitoris. Please stop! STOP!
But Starbuck could read the reactions, and she grinned evilly. With feather in hand she passed the long hours without moving from the spot, stroking and tickling Mara's pussy while Lara worked her way around the rest of her body. And that night, when she went to bed, she felt vindicated... and a little aroused at the whole affair. And when she slept, she had dreams of feathers exploring herself in much the same way.
