Three days after taking the hostages, Captain William Riker paid a visit the Enterprise's First Officer he had locked up in a holding cell. Paris was restrained in a chair so the forcefield could be deactivated. There were several monitors spread out on the walls of Paris's cell. They all had one thing on their screens. Deanna Troi. As promised, Riker had made Tom Paris watch as he molested and ravaged Deanna over the past few days.
Riker sauntered over by Paris, grabbed a nearby chair, flipped it around and straddled it. He looked the Starfleet officer up and down, amused by the expression of restrained anger on his face. Riker glanced up at the monitors.
There she was. Will's captive was lying on his bed, waiting for him to return. It excited him to have a Betazoid in his lair. Once he had broken her resistance down, she had become insatiable.
"Nice view." Riker smiled devilishly. "I said you would have the best room on the ship."
Paris' eyes shot death rays at the tall pirate. "What have you done to her?"
"Did they not teach you sex education at the Academy?" Will asked sarcastically. "Would you like me to explain what you've been watching me do to your precious Counselor?"
"What do you want?" Tom shouted. "This has nothing to do with Picard anymore. What do you want?"
"Tell me about her."
Tom sniffed at him. "You two are so chummy, ask her yourself."
"We've been busy." Riker smirked. "Tell me about her. What is she like? Is she always this passionate? Has she climbed on top of you..."
"ENOUGH!" Tom yelled, jerking the chair with his body, moving it towards Riker.
"Ohh." Riker drew out. "You never got that far. You don't know what it's like to be inside Deanna, do you?"
Paris turned his face away. Riker kept taunting him. "Are all Betzoids this wild? Her sexual appetite is amazing."
"You've done something to her, you bastard! She is only willing because there are other lives at stake."
Captain Riker laughed at Commander Paris as he rested his forearms on the back of the chair. "At first, yes. But as you recall, I told her yesterday that I let you and Laforge go."
Tom huffed, but didn't respond.
"She is mine now. You can no longer satisfy her." Riker turned his attention back to the monitors. "I'll prove to you she's mine. I have a connection with her you will never understand or share. Deanna responds only to me."
Will concentrated, not knowing how; he only knew that when he was aroused, Deanna became aroused too. He wanted to test to see if he could do it when they were separated.
Riker sat beside Paris stone still. The two men watched as the exotic empath closed her eyes and ran her hands between her breasts, up her neck and through her hair, her breaths becoming deeper.
Deanna then ran her hands back down her body. Looking around as if she felt someone watching, she slipped one hand between her thighs and began rubbing her smooth mound.
Riker watched Paris out the corner of his eye. The man's gaze was fixated on the screens. With his arms restrained, Tom was not able to hide the growing bulge in his pants.
Will felt when Deanna started to pleasure herself. He turned to the monitors. Two delicate fingers stroked her wet slit as she rolled her head back and forth, moaning.
~Deanna.~ He sent to her.
Troi gasped and sat up, looking around the room. "Yes, Captain." Her voice was fragile and shaky.
