The four of them were herded into a holding bin, all of them looking tattered and worn. First Officer, Tom Paris had and looked as if he'd taken on half of an Alliance squad individually. He surveyed his team. Lt. LaForge was okay. The Alliance knew engineers had key information and were smart enough not to harm him. Ro looked as if she had battled the Klingon Empire and was ready for more. Paris truly admired his security chief.
It was his last shipmate Tom was worried about. She defied his orders to leave the ship when he separated the saucer section. He should have physically removed her himself. Ship's counselor, Deanna Troi, was quite shaken. Her uniform was ripped open at the neckline, her hair was wild and loose from its confines, there were already bruises marring her perfect flesh along her arms, and she was shaking. He wondered how all this chaos was affecting her mentally. Tom maneuvered beside her, whispering, "You okay?"
Troi nodded, trying to calm herself and block the emotions of everyone in the room. It was almost overpowering.
Suddenly, the doors hissed open, revealing a gold tinted android and a fierce looking Klingon leading a band of guards into the bin. Behind them, a tall broad shouldered human entered. Deanna felt his presence before she saw him. When she looked up at the tall, imposing figure, a pair of piercing blue eyes locked with hers. Deanna involuntarily whimpered at the onslaught of raging emotions pouring from him.
Unconsciously, Pairs stepped in front of Troi, blocking the leader's view of her.
"I am First Officer Tom Paris." His lip curled with restrained anger. "What is the meaning of all this? Why are you here?"
"I am Captain William Riker, and you KNOW why I am here, Commander." Riker stated, bringing himself to his full height, looking down at the Enterprise's second in command.
"Why else would you send your captain off in an escape pod by himself?" He asked knowingly with an arched brow.
Tom's eyes flashed, the captain...
"No, we don't have him...yet." Riker smirked. He turned from Paris to examine the others. "Which one of them killed Shelby, Mr. Worf?"
Ro was shoved forward.
"Send her to the Romulan Camp." Riker ordered coldly.
"NO!" shouted all three of Ro's shipmates.
The Enterprize's security chief fought for her life again as she was hauled away. LaForge had to be restrained and Tom was knocked to the ground.
Counselor Troi was frozen in one spot by the icy glare of the dark captain. She knew she was no match for any of them physically and it would not have helped Ro had she tried. Getting into their minds was their only chance at the moment.
Deanna held Riker's unwavering stare preparing herself for invading his mind without permission. Even Commander Paris' outburst did not distract her.
"Picard has escaped. There is no need to hold these two. Let them go." Paris tried to reason with no avail.
Captain Riker pretended to consider it a moment. He was enjoying watching Picard's XO barter for his crew's freedom, but his eyes kept wandering to the Betazoid. She appeared quite calm despite the situation. She was studying him, maybe reading his thoughts. Riker decided to find out.
He pictured her nude body in his mind, then, the two of them together in a very compromising position and mentally shot it right at her.
Deanna gasped and turned several shades of red at the flood of emotions and images she received from her captor.
Tom looked from his flustered counselor to a smug looking Riker and frowned. "Get away from her." He growled.
"Or you'll do what, Commander?" Riker challenged.
The two struggled. Riker grabbed for Worf's Klingon blade, and was about to kill Paris and be done with him when Deanna screamed for him to stop.
Worf secured Paris to the ground. His captain towered over the petite empath. "You offer yourself to save him?"
"Yes." Deanna answered automatically.
"Troi, no!" Paris shouted.
"Shut him up!" Riker barked, turning back to his prize, locking blue eyes with black. He heard Worf slam the Starfleet officer against the wall.
"For his life, you agree to give yourself willingly to me?" He asked again, his voice becoming husky.
Deanna's large eyes widened when she realized what she had gotten herself into. She hesitated...
"Kill him." Riker ordered, still holding her gaze.
"NO...I'll do it." She said meekly.
"Do what?"
"I will...give myself...to you." She bowed her head, trying to block his feelings of sexual desire. It was difficult with him so close. Riker cupped her chin and forced Deanna to look up at him. His touch made her heart race faster.
"Mr. Lore!" The android snapped to attention. "Please escort my new toy to my chambers and prepare her for a quiet evening with her new captain."
Deanna gave her crewmates one last dismal look before Lore dragged her out. Riker turned to his First Mate.
"Commander Worf, tag Mr. La Forge here and send him to engineering. Then make Commander Paris 'comfortable'. Set him up with a viewport. I want him to see me break his beautiful little Betazoid." He pinned Paris with an arrogant smirk with the last statement then left for the bridge.
In the hallway, Lore held Deanna in a tight grip all the way to the captain's quarters.
"Take off your clothes!" he barked as he shoved her in the room.
Slowly, she did what she was told. Deanna was frightened by the android, she couldn't sense anything from him, yet he had a sinister look to him, as if he desired her, or worse.
"Very good." He said menacingly. "Now go clean yourself in the shower. Do a good job or I'll come in and do it for you."
Numb, Deanna stepped in the shower and closed her eyes. She could pretend she was alone since she couldn't sense Lore. Occasionally, she would glance out to see what the android was doing. Once she swore she saw him rubbing his crotch. She finished quickly and stepped out.
Lore leered at her, his gold eyes roving up and down her wet, naked body before telling her, "There is a sonic dryer over there. Make yourself presentable for the captain."
She walked over and stepped into the dryer. Deanna did her best to ignore Lore staring at her while she dried her hair and body. She wondered when the imposing dark haired captain was going to arrive, and what the android planned to do with her in the meantime.
Impatient, he snapped, "Enough!" He walked behind Deanna as she went into the bedroom. She turned waiting to see what she was to do next, but he just continued to stare, slowly walking toward her.
"He will ravage you tonight." Lore whispered. "You will succumb to his every desire."
His cold hands traveled down her body. Deanna stepped back, only to bump up against the bed. Lore pushed her back with abnormal strength and straddled her waist, pinning her arms to her sides with his legs. One hand covered her mouth while the other fondled her breasts. Deanna struggled in vain against Lore's mechanical strength.
Suddenly, his weight was ripped off her. Deanna sat up to see Captain Riker take the android by the back of the neck and throw him out of his quarters. Though the captain wasn't going to treat her any less gently than Lore, she was relieved to see him.
Furious, Riker stood in the middle of the room, his hands clenched at his sides, glaring at the door. He considered throwing Lore out of the airlock, but remembered his captive. Will would deal with that worthless piece of tin later.
He turned to see the most sensuous site; the Enterprize counselor kneeling submissively on the bed, trembling and flushed with embarrassment and fright. Riker found himself wanting to take her in his arms and kiss those pouty lips.
Riker shook his head. Where the hell did that come from? He thought. She is just another Starfleet whore he was going to use for his pleasure until he tired of her. The rebel captain refocused his anger from Lore to the beauty on his bed.
"Come stand before me!" He snapped to her.
Feeling weary, Deanna obeyed. She stood inches from him, looking down. Riker caressed her cheek, running his fingers through her hair.
"Do not worry about Lore or the others anymore. I won't let them near you."
Alarms went off in Deanna's head. His voice was that of a comforting friend, but she sensed underlying deception from him. Before she knew it, Riker had pulled both her arms over her head and bound her wrists together. He easily carried her over to the wall and hung her by a peg so her feet barely touched the ground.
Will ran his hands down her arms, down her sides and thighs, then back up her stomach, firmly grasping the full breasts that jutted out for him. Kneading them with his fingers, he pinched then pulled her nipples to make them stand out more. Deanna's moans excited him. He pushed one leg between hers and opened them wide, forcing her to wrap her legs around him.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you? Can you read my thoughts, my little Betazoid?"
Passion started to consume him and he brought his mouth down on hers. She thought about biting him, but then realized it would not get her anywhere.
As if he sensed her thoughts, Riker pulled completely away, frowning at her suspiciously.
Troi looked back at him, her mind in a whirl. She watched Riker retrieve a thin switch from a table drawer. Deanna whimpered and pressed herself flat against the wall. Without saying a word, he cupped one luscious breast in his big hand and brought the switch down painfully on her open nipple. She yelped as tears of anger sprang in her eyes.
