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Part 28
When Mara returned the four of them were escorted to one of the interrogation rooms, but fortunately it didn't seem like they were all getting punished. Lara and Seven were told to strip, and then both given bizarre bras to put on; there was a set of velcro on them, though their purpose wasn't immediately obvious. The two of them were then told to kneel opposite each other on some padded restraints, and their legs were locked down behind the knee and at the ankle.
Then the bizarre part happened. The guards pulled on the velcro even as they took Lara's right hand, and inserted it inside the left cup of Seven's bra. A restraint was attached around her wrist, so that it was firmly locked to it. The same was done with Lara's left hand, and then with both of Seven's on Lara's chest. No one commented, because nothing seemed appropriate for this bizarre situation. Mara and Starbuck just looked at the two, and then at each other, wondering if something similar was going to happen to them. And as Seven and Lara sat with their hands forcibly gripping the other's boobs, there was a moment of shared humiliation in all this.
The voice of Ms. Danoob spoke. "I'm not really sure why it is that you two take such an interest in the other's breasts," she said. "But you've targeted them at every opportunity. I'm not sure if you feel threatened or what - though I confess that I am a little humbled by you both." Ms. Danoob had a rather full chest herself, though not to the same degree as Lara and Seven. "Whatever it is, it seems it's a part of your little rivalry, so that's what this game will be about."
"You said we were done with these things," Mara said to the ceiling.
"I had hoped we would be, but it's clear that these two have some issues that have to be worked out. So, ladies, this domination game of yours is going to end once and for all. You can both attack, and neither can defend. It's simple strength versus strength; whoever gives first loses."
"And what happens to the loser?" Starbuck asked. "More punishment?"
"Of course not," Ms. Danoob said. "This is merely for you girls to work this out; I have no agenda here. Mara, Kara, since you two are both involved with one of the participants, you may assist her by tickling her opponent as well."
"Lovely," Mara said under her breath.
"Hopefully we won't have any more problems after today," Ms. Danoob said. "You two may begin whenever you're ready."
"And if we refuse?" Lara asked?"
"Nothing. But you won't be let out of those restraints until one of you admits she's been beaten. If one of you can swallow your pride and do so without prompting, it doesn't matter to me. But I really don't expect that to happen, do you?" The two women glared at one another. "Yes, I didn't think so."
Lara and Seven stared at one another; both were simply to full of pride to back down. The seconds wore on, and they considered their opponent. And that same pride that said that they wouldn't back down told them that if this started, they would win. They were the stronger,
In the end, Seven made the first move, and Lara sputtered with laughter. In their current situation, there really seemed only one way to go at it, so Seven had chosen to simply grab hold of her and tickle massage her breasts. Simple but very effective, but Lara almost instantly retaliated in kind, squeezing Seven's breasts quickly. Both were soon laughing , fighting not to but knowing it couldn't be helped.
Mara and Kara both watched, then looked at each other. They both were stuck here until they worked this out, so they might as well get started. Both decided to go for the feet, since they were easily reached under the circumstances. Mara began scratching furiously over Lara's soles, watching her scrunch and flinch under the assault. Kara, who had very ticklish feet, was more deft, working around the toes with inescapable strikes. Both were having an obvious effect, as the two were now squealing and laughing as their fight continued.
Seven was laughing hard now, but she knew she could win this. Lara was very buxom, so Seven decided to take advantage of that. She began changing the places where she was tickling, moving from one spot to the next, to help keep Lara off guard and unable to endure. It was having an effect; Lara's face was already lined with tears and she was shrieking with laughter. Seven kept her attacks small, with little pinches along the sides, then just grabbing and giving a deep tissue tickle. She varied it so that every time Lara thought she had the pattern down, Seven would throw her for a loop. She even found a way to offer some devilish scratching to the undersides, which cause Lara to bellow for a brief time when it first came. Mara backed her up. She began drawing her nails down Lara's feet, starting at the heel and working her way all the way down to the toes. Lara was still shaking and scrunching to escape, but Mara knew she was still having an effect, and any edge mattered. She thought this feud of theirs was stupid, of course, but at the end of the day, she would never allow Seven to lose if she could help it.
Kara was trying hard to help her partner as well, delivering a very effective foot tickling to Seven. Still, as she watched the two, she wondered if she shouldn't try the unexpected. If she threw Seven off, it would probably give Lara an advantage, and she knew just how to distract Seven. Still tickling with her left hand, Kara reached up in between Seven's legs and-
"If you have an ounce of self-preservation," Mara warned, “you won't finish that move." Kara stared hard at her, and Mara stared back. "No one touches Seven there but me."
Kara decided to back down; the last thing they needed was her and Mara getting into it, and she could understand Mara's reluctance. Boy, she thought, what does this place do to you that I'd even think that way, she wondered for a moment. There was a time that touching another woman's privates was the last thing I thought of, now it seems like a good strategy. She just shook her head and went back to Seven's toes. The way they kicked with what little freedom they had showed this was still having a very good effect.
Lara knew it was time to change tactics, so she gave up on the massages and took a chance she hoped would pay off. Instead of the full attack on the breasts themselves, Lara began stroking and scratching lightly over Seven's nipples. The results were immediate as Seven began wailing and trying to bounce her breasts away, even though it was impossible. Lara pushed the advantage, hoping it would keep Seven off balance, teasing and tickling them so much she felt Seven actually stop tickling altogether, she was so overwhelmed.
Seven, of course, was Borg, and thus adapted. The constant tickling had teased Lara's own nipples fully erect, and Seven placed the thumb on the tip of both of them and delicately stroked it while her fingers scratched all along the swollen flesh. Lara shrieked and swore, but was no more capable of bouncing her boobs away from the attacking hands than Seven had been.
Starbuck decided it was now time to change her own tactics, and left the feet for Seven's ample rear end. She ran her nails over the cheeks, and was rewarded with a sudden shriek from the Borg girl. She kept it up, then began digging her nails into the fleshy undersides, causing Seven to shake her ass like some bizarre dance. Starbuck kept at it, stroking and pinching and scratching while Seven kicked her feet within the restraints.
Lara could see Seven was getting it good, and so tried a new approach. She began tracing circles around Seven's breasts randomly, on the sides, around the nipple, on the undersides, occasionally mixing it up with some squeezing and scratching. Seven was completely red now, eyes screwed shut, jaw hung open in silent laughter. Lara grinned inwardly (since she was laughing madly outside) because she knew she had Seven on the ropes. A little longer, and she'd put this girl in her place. So she scratched under Seven's breasts, tweaked her nipples, then began massaging at the worst tickle spots.
Seven laughed and shook, trying to ignore it all but couldn't. The horrible tickling touches on her breasts, the grueling pinches on her behind, it just seemed to be everywhere, and unlike with Mara, this wasn't fun, it was just torture. And as she laughed and sputtered, her logical mind reminded her that the only reason this was even happening was because she insisted on this silly feud with Lara, that if she hadn't she'd be playing with Mara back in their room. She wondered if she shouldn't just give in. Let this end, and- No! She had to be strong! She was Borg!
She opened her eyes, ready to renew the assault, and she saw Mara behind Lara, but it was clear her attention was all on Seven. And their eyes met, and she could see it in Mara's expression. Just let it end, she seemed to say, and we can be together, because I'll always be yours no matter what you do.
Mara had taught Seven how to be soft, and willing to surrender control voluntarily. Seven had become a slave to her own pride, and now she was being tormented because of it. Win or lose, nothing would change... just let this rivalry die. "Enough!" she cried, I yield!"
"All right, that's enough," Ms. Danoob said, and the restraints on Seven and Lara automatically released. Starbuck and Mara helped the two to their feet and to get ready when the door slid open and Ms. Danoob walked in; it closed behind her. "Now," she said, "I trust this matter has been settled, and we can end this silly feuding? Seven? Lara?"
"Fine," Lara said dismissively.
"Very well,” Seven said in the same tone.
"Good, because we all have a great deal-" She paused as the lights went out. Almost immediately the emergency lights came on. She pulled out a communicator. "This is Ms. Danoob, what's going on?"
"Ma'am," came the voice of her assistant, "we had a problem switching systems over to the new reactor. A power surge has compromised many of the systems."
"How long until we're up and running?" she asked.
"Two hours, at least," came the reply. "Until then, everything is shut down even the doors won't work."
Ms. Danoob sighed. "Very well, keep me informed." She put the communicator away.
"What, that means we're stuck in here?" Starbuck asked.
"I'm afraid so," Ms. Danoob said. "The doors are electronic, you see. I'm no happier about it than you are."
"On the contrary," Seven said, "I am most happy about it." They all turned to her, but she was glaring at Ms. Danoob. "We cannot harm you, the same way we cannot harm each other. But..."
Lara seized on the idea. "But there's one thing we can do to each other, and thus... to you," she said, turning to Ms. Danoob. "Seven, I'm taking back some of the things I said about you."
Ms. Danoob took a step back from them. "Now listen," she said, trying to sound firm, but failing. "I run this facility. What happens to you is decided by me-"
"Yeah," Starbuck said. "You'd probably put us in one of those rooms for a while. But after all we've been through, it'll be worth it to see you get a taste of it."
Ms. Danoob swallowed. "Perhaps we can negotiate-"
"No," Seven said, like an iron door slamming home. "The time has come for you to take a little of your own treatment." The four closed in around her. "It's your turn to be tickled."
When Mara returned the four of them were escorted to one of the interrogation rooms, but fortunately it didn't seem like they were all getting punished. Lara and Seven were told to strip, and then both given bizarre bras to put on; there was a set of velcro on them, though their purpose wasn't immediately obvious. The two of them were then told to kneel opposite each other on some padded restraints, and their legs were locked down behind the knee and at the ankle.
Then the bizarre part happened. The guards pulled on the velcro even as they took Lara's right hand, and inserted it inside the left cup of Seven's bra. A restraint was attached around her wrist, so that it was firmly locked to it. The same was done with Lara's left hand, and then with both of Seven's on Lara's chest. No one commented, because nothing seemed appropriate for this bizarre situation. Mara and Starbuck just looked at the two, and then at each other, wondering if something similar was going to happen to them. And as Seven and Lara sat with their hands forcibly gripping the other's boobs, there was a moment of shared humiliation in all this.
The voice of Ms. Danoob spoke. "I'm not really sure why it is that you two take such an interest in the other's breasts," she said. "But you've targeted them at every opportunity. I'm not sure if you feel threatened or what - though I confess that I am a little humbled by you both." Ms. Danoob had a rather full chest herself, though not to the same degree as Lara and Seven. "Whatever it is, it seems it's a part of your little rivalry, so that's what this game will be about."
"You said we were done with these things," Mara said to the ceiling.
"I had hoped we would be, but it's clear that these two have some issues that have to be worked out. So, ladies, this domination game of yours is going to end once and for all. You can both attack, and neither can defend. It's simple strength versus strength; whoever gives first loses."
"And what happens to the loser?" Starbuck asked. "More punishment?"
"Of course not," Ms. Danoob said. "This is merely for you girls to work this out; I have no agenda here. Mara, Kara, since you two are both involved with one of the participants, you may assist her by tickling her opponent as well."
"Lovely," Mara said under her breath.
"Hopefully we won't have any more problems after today," Ms. Danoob said. "You two may begin whenever you're ready."
"And if we refuse?" Lara asked?"
"Nothing. But you won't be let out of those restraints until one of you admits she's been beaten. If one of you can swallow your pride and do so without prompting, it doesn't matter to me. But I really don't expect that to happen, do you?" The two women glared at one another. "Yes, I didn't think so."
Lara and Seven stared at one another; both were simply to full of pride to back down. The seconds wore on, and they considered their opponent. And that same pride that said that they wouldn't back down told them that if this started, they would win. They were the stronger,
In the end, Seven made the first move, and Lara sputtered with laughter. In their current situation, there really seemed only one way to go at it, so Seven had chosen to simply grab hold of her and tickle massage her breasts. Simple but very effective, but Lara almost instantly retaliated in kind, squeezing Seven's breasts quickly. Both were soon laughing , fighting not to but knowing it couldn't be helped.
Mara and Kara both watched, then looked at each other. They both were stuck here until they worked this out, so they might as well get started. Both decided to go for the feet, since they were easily reached under the circumstances. Mara began scratching furiously over Lara's soles, watching her scrunch and flinch under the assault. Kara, who had very ticklish feet, was more deft, working around the toes with inescapable strikes. Both were having an obvious effect, as the two were now squealing and laughing as their fight continued.
Seven was laughing hard now, but she knew she could win this. Lara was very buxom, so Seven decided to take advantage of that. She began changing the places where she was tickling, moving from one spot to the next, to help keep Lara off guard and unable to endure. It was having an effect; Lara's face was already lined with tears and she was shrieking with laughter. Seven kept her attacks small, with little pinches along the sides, then just grabbing and giving a deep tissue tickle. She varied it so that every time Lara thought she had the pattern down, Seven would throw her for a loop. She even found a way to offer some devilish scratching to the undersides, which cause Lara to bellow for a brief time when it first came. Mara backed her up. She began drawing her nails down Lara's feet, starting at the heel and working her way all the way down to the toes. Lara was still shaking and scrunching to escape, but Mara knew she was still having an effect, and any edge mattered. She thought this feud of theirs was stupid, of course, but at the end of the day, she would never allow Seven to lose if she could help it.
Kara was trying hard to help her partner as well, delivering a very effective foot tickling to Seven. Still, as she watched the two, she wondered if she shouldn't try the unexpected. If she threw Seven off, it would probably give Lara an advantage, and she knew just how to distract Seven. Still tickling with her left hand, Kara reached up in between Seven's legs and-
"If you have an ounce of self-preservation," Mara warned, “you won't finish that move." Kara stared hard at her, and Mara stared back. "No one touches Seven there but me."
Kara decided to back down; the last thing they needed was her and Mara getting into it, and she could understand Mara's reluctance. Boy, she thought, what does this place do to you that I'd even think that way, she wondered for a moment. There was a time that touching another woman's privates was the last thing I thought of, now it seems like a good strategy. She just shook her head and went back to Seven's toes. The way they kicked with what little freedom they had showed this was still having a very good effect.
Lara knew it was time to change tactics, so she gave up on the massages and took a chance she hoped would pay off. Instead of the full attack on the breasts themselves, Lara began stroking and scratching lightly over Seven's nipples. The results were immediate as Seven began wailing and trying to bounce her breasts away, even though it was impossible. Lara pushed the advantage, hoping it would keep Seven off balance, teasing and tickling them so much she felt Seven actually stop tickling altogether, she was so overwhelmed.
Seven, of course, was Borg, and thus adapted. The constant tickling had teased Lara's own nipples fully erect, and Seven placed the thumb on the tip of both of them and delicately stroked it while her fingers scratched all along the swollen flesh. Lara shrieked and swore, but was no more capable of bouncing her boobs away from the attacking hands than Seven had been.
Starbuck decided it was now time to change her own tactics, and left the feet for Seven's ample rear end. She ran her nails over the cheeks, and was rewarded with a sudden shriek from the Borg girl. She kept it up, then began digging her nails into the fleshy undersides, causing Seven to shake her ass like some bizarre dance. Starbuck kept at it, stroking and pinching and scratching while Seven kicked her feet within the restraints.
Lara could see Seven was getting it good, and so tried a new approach. She began tracing circles around Seven's breasts randomly, on the sides, around the nipple, on the undersides, occasionally mixing it up with some squeezing and scratching. Seven was completely red now, eyes screwed shut, jaw hung open in silent laughter. Lara grinned inwardly (since she was laughing madly outside) because she knew she had Seven on the ropes. A little longer, and she'd put this girl in her place. So she scratched under Seven's breasts, tweaked her nipples, then began massaging at the worst tickle spots.
Seven laughed and shook, trying to ignore it all but couldn't. The horrible tickling touches on her breasts, the grueling pinches on her behind, it just seemed to be everywhere, and unlike with Mara, this wasn't fun, it was just torture. And as she laughed and sputtered, her logical mind reminded her that the only reason this was even happening was because she insisted on this silly feud with Lara, that if she hadn't she'd be playing with Mara back in their room. She wondered if she shouldn't just give in. Let this end, and- No! She had to be strong! She was Borg!
She opened her eyes, ready to renew the assault, and she saw Mara behind Lara, but it was clear her attention was all on Seven. And their eyes met, and she could see it in Mara's expression. Just let it end, she seemed to say, and we can be together, because I'll always be yours no matter what you do.
Mara had taught Seven how to be soft, and willing to surrender control voluntarily. Seven had become a slave to her own pride, and now she was being tormented because of it. Win or lose, nothing would change... just let this rivalry die. "Enough!" she cried, I yield!"
"All right, that's enough," Ms. Danoob said, and the restraints on Seven and Lara automatically released. Starbuck and Mara helped the two to their feet and to get ready when the door slid open and Ms. Danoob walked in; it closed behind her. "Now," she said, "I trust this matter has been settled, and we can end this silly feuding? Seven? Lara?"
"Fine," Lara said dismissively.
"Very well,” Seven said in the same tone.
"Good, because we all have a great deal-" She paused as the lights went out. Almost immediately the emergency lights came on. She pulled out a communicator. "This is Ms. Danoob, what's going on?"
"Ma'am," came the voice of her assistant, "we had a problem switching systems over to the new reactor. A power surge has compromised many of the systems."
"How long until we're up and running?" she asked.
"Two hours, at least," came the reply. "Until then, everything is shut down even the doors won't work."
Ms. Danoob sighed. "Very well, keep me informed." She put the communicator away.
"What, that means we're stuck in here?" Starbuck asked.
"I'm afraid so," Ms. Danoob said. "The doors are electronic, you see. I'm no happier about it than you are."
"On the contrary," Seven said, "I am most happy about it." They all turned to her, but she was glaring at Ms. Danoob. "We cannot harm you, the same way we cannot harm each other. But..."
Lara seized on the idea. "But there's one thing we can do to each other, and thus... to you," she said, turning to Ms. Danoob. "Seven, I'm taking back some of the things I said about you."
Ms. Danoob took a step back from them. "Now listen," she said, trying to sound firm, but failing. "I run this facility. What happens to you is decided by me-"
"Yeah," Starbuck said. "You'd probably put us in one of those rooms for a while. But after all we've been through, it'll be worth it to see you get a taste of it."
Ms. Danoob swallowed. "Perhaps we can negotiate-"
"No," Seven said, like an iron door slamming home. "The time has come for you to take a little of your own treatment." The four closed in around her. "It's your turn to be tickled."
