2 comments/ 40794 views/ 2 favorites Riker's Captive By: lirpa 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. "What is your name?" He brought down the switch on the other breast before she could answer. Twice more he asked Deanna her name and she remained silent. His eyes narrowed at her refusal to answer a simple question. He padded each breast five more times until she finally conceded. "Deanna. Counselor Deanna Troi." She said breathlessly. A gleam lit Captain Riker's eyes. "Deanna." He repeated slowly. She shivered feeling his gaze rake over her body. At least Captain Picard was able to escape, she noted, trying to block her captor's lecherous thoughts. A shift in Riker's mood brought her back to reality. "I am your captain now." Astonished, Deanna just looked up at him. Will grabbed her chin tightly with one hand, leaning down close. "You are mine Deanna Troi. You now belong to me. There will be no more thoughts of other captains or other men." His other hand started to roam over her soft skin. She gasped when he tilted her head and began to trail soft kisses along her neck up to her ear. "I will make you beg for me, Princess." He whispered hotly in her ear. "Never." She stammered. Chuckling, he slid his wandering hand between her legs. "Hmmm. What is this...nice and wet for me?" Deanna felt the heat rise from her toes up to her cheeks. How could her body betray her like this? It took all of Riker's will power not to react to the sensual Betazoid. He slid two fingers into her moist depth, stroking her clit with his thumb. Deanna moaned and rubbed her hips against his hand, crying in shame. Transfixed, Will leaned in and captured her mouth with his, devouring her. He almost gave into her supple body when he brought himself up and tore away from her once again. Dizzy and confused, Deanna licked her swollen lips, hanging limply while Riker stood like a statue. His chest heaved as he reigned in his out of control emotions. This was Picard's exotic counselor. She was the reason the Enterprize captain was not in his custody right now. He stepped close to her once more. Hands roughly fondled her sore breasts. "Look at me." He commanded. She did not look up. Deanna did not want this man to see how his manipulations affected her. She cringed as she felt his anger flare. Enraged, Riker took Deanna down from the wall and wordlessly carried her across the room and threw her on the bed. Ignoring the ever growing desire to be buried inside the empathic goddess, Riker dragged her across his lap face down so her perfect ass was in position. Whack! Without word or warning, Riker brought his hand flat down on one side of her bottom, leaving a nice red handprint. Deanna yelped in pain and surprise, and struggled to get away. Whack! To the other side. "Be still!" he demanded. Deanna reluctantly obeyed. Two more blows came down on her backside. She whimpered, trying not to thrash about. "I think you enjoy being punished." Smack. "First you refuse to tell me your name." Smack. "Then you refuse to look up at me when commanded." Smack. "Now, you try and pull away from me!" Smack. "I believe you said you'd come willingly." Smack. "Did you not?" Smack. The captain's breath was ragged as he took his fury out on her soft, firm skin. Deanna took a second to compose her self. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. Her bottom was now just as red and aching as her breasts. At that moment, she knew what she had to do. "Yes, my captain." She compliantly whispered. Riker's cock twitched at her submissive answer. He brought her up and she sat back on knees, looking straight at him. Tenderly, her wiped away her tears with the pads of his thumbs, then not so tenderly kissed her full lips. "Do you want to please me?" he asked her when they parted. He untied her wrists. "Yes, my captain." "Then attend me. Undress me." He stood first letting her know it was okay. She hesitated for only a spilt second then climbed off the bed. She stood before him just staring at him, afraid of what she was about to do. Cautiously, she opened her mind to the rogue captain. Deanna tried the equivalent of 'taking a peek' mentally, but it was more like flood gates bursting open. His dominating persona, all of his confidence and arrogance mixed in with his hunger for her coursed through her body. Deanna swayed on her feet. She closed her eyes and put one hand to her chest, panting heavily. "Is something wrong, my slave?" he asked seeing the answer reflected in her black Grecian eyes. She shook her head no, unable to speak. Shaky hands started to unbutton his tunic. Deanna couldn't keep from caressing his well sculpted arms as she slid his shirt off. She ran her hands back up his flat stomach, playing with his chest hair. Looking up into those blazing sapphire eyes took her breath away. The raw passion that radiated from him brought her to her knees. Deanna undid the fastenings of his pants, sliding them down his muscular legs and disposed of the rest of his clothing and shoes. Going on instinct, or subliminal coaching from Riker, she grabbed the base of his manhood with one hand and licked slowly along the shaft. Will hissed through his teeth when she tried to take him all in her mouth. She felt his cock pulse when both his hands held the sides of her head as he began to face fuck her. Deanna had never been forced to perform oral before. She had always been in control that way. This man was taking what he wanted, regardless of her pleasure or comfort. All rationalizing was halted when Captain Riker's grunts grew louder and he shoved his cock down her throat one last time, making her swallow every last drop of him. Deanna sucked in air gratefully when he released her and dropped to the bed. Riker sat back on his hands, taking a few deep recovering breaths. He looked down at her through heavy lidded eyes. She knelt before him obediently, reminding herself her friends lives depended on her pleasing this brute. He reached a hand down to her, silently guiding her onto his bed. He laid Deanna on her back, spreading her legs wide. Riker commanded her to keep still and not to move until he said so. Will bent over her body, only touching her with his mouth. He captured hers, attacking her senses as well as her lips. Deanna couldn't help but respond to him now. How could this human affect her so? It was one thing to be able to sense another's emotions, he shouldn't be able manipulate her feelings as well. She writhed and moaned as the powerful captain trailed wet kisses down her throat to her firm breasts. Fire shot through her center as he nipped and sucked at her throbbing nipples. Deanna arched her back, wanting more of him touching her. Riker grinned when he sensed this and licked his way down her belly, to her inner thighs. She could feel his hot breath. She lifted her hips needing to feel his mouth or fingers, hoping he would relieve the building ache between her legs. She stilled when he growled his disapproval at her movement. "Is there anything you wanted, counselor?" Deanna cried out something unintelligible when she felt his tongue penetrate her wet folds. It was a brief flicker, not nearly enough to satisfy. Her chest heaved in frustration, her whole body trembling. "Tell me what you want, Deanna." His tongue probed again. She cried out and twisted her hips towards his mouth. Aggravated she wasn't giving in, he came up on her, trapping her hands above her head, rubbing his rigid cock against her hot entrance. "Tell me what you want." He demanded. She looked up at his smoldering glare, unable to verbally respond. "I will tie you back up and leave you hanging on that wall all night if you do not answer me, slave." Riker's low voice threatened. Frightened he would do it, she finally conceded. "Please, don't." she begged breathlessly. "I need to feel you inside of me. Please fuck me, captain...do with me what you please, I belong to you." Momentarily stunned by her submission and her beauty, Captain Riker held Deanna's face in his large hands and engaged her in a searing kiss. Without warning or breaking the kiss, he plunged his rock hard cock into her waiting pussy. Not giving her any time to adjust to his size, he quickly pulled out and slammed into her. Again...and again...and again. Overwhelmed by her own desire, Deanna pumped her hips up to meet his brutal thrusts. Her legs flopped helplessly as he pounded her into the bed. For a fleeting moment, Riker considered pulling out, denying his willing toy her orgasm, but there was no way he could tear himself away from her now. He'd never been with anyone as exquisite as Deanna Troi. Suddenly, she went rigid as the first wave of her orgasm washed over her. Deanna arched her body, lifting them both off the mattress. Will grabbed her waist and continued fucking her, grinding his pelvis into hers, stimulating her clit more. She begged him not to stop and wrapped her slender legs around his middle, pulling him in deeper. Riker felt her vaginal muscles contract and tighten around his cock. He came with a guttural roar, collapsing on top of her, crushing her small frame under his weight. Spent, he kept her trapped beneath him a while longer. He enjoyed the way she shuddered from the aftereffects and still clung to him. He rolled to the side allowing her to breathe easier, but continued to hold her possessively close. ~You belong to me now.~ she heard in her head as she drifted off to sleep. Too tired to understand how he was able to send to her, Deanna just thoughtcast back. ~Yes, my captain. Riker's Captive Ch. 02 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. Paris frowned, not understanding what was happening, but continued to watch. ~You know what will happen if you finish what you started and I'm not there, Deanna. ~ He sent of torrent of erotic images along with the threat. Deanna gasped, throwing her head back and arching her back. With a small, sexy groan she brought her hands to her sides and lay back obediently. ~Please, hurry. I need you.~ She sent to him. ~Answer me out loud, Deanna. I want to hear it in your voice.~ "Please, Captain...hurry, I need you here!" She had no idea how sensuous her accent sounded. Riker turned to Paris whose eyes were ablaze with cold fury. "Don't be so angry." Will said mockingly. "I have a treat for you, too." And he signaled to the air. A moment later the cell door opened and a beautiful green Orion woman entered. She walked over to where Captain Riker was now standing and snuggled close, idly fondling his chest. "Kitanna this Commander Paris of Starfleet. Commander, this is Kitanna. I've asked her to keep you company for the remainder of your stay. I explained how your woman dumped you and you've been cooped up in here all alone." Tom curled his lip and the dark haired Captain grinned wickedly as Kitanna walked gracefully to the bound man and knelt before him. Smiling sweetly, she began running her hands over his chest and down his stomach. "He pleases you, Kitanna?" Riker asked the green goddess. She moved her hands down more and stroked Paris's erection through his pants. Tom was panting so hard his chest heaved. He groaned aloud when Kitanna loosened his pants and released his stiffness "I will get you for this!" He swore in a harsh, raw voice. "Feisty. Yes, I like him. He will do." Kitanna purred. Laughing, Riker replied as he left, "Actually, Commander, you may thank me when we're done." Riker entered his room as quietly as possible. He slowly approached, enthralled by the slim, wild beauty pleasuring herself on his bed. She sat up quickly when he let her sense his presence. "Don't stop." His command was a husky whisper. He slowly walked to the high bed standing closet to her. He felt her uncertainty. This bond that had developed between them was mind-boggling. Seeing the passion and hunger in her eyes was one thing, being able to feel her desire for him was an exhilarating experience. Will brought a hand to her face, caressing her cheek and traced her partly open lips with his fingers, allowing a powerful wave of lust to flow between them. Dizzy with arousal, Riker unfastened his trousers and pulled out his fully erect cock and offered it to her. Deanna did not hesitate; she leaned up on one elbow and took his entire length in her mouth. Captain Riker sucked air through his teeth and grabbed onto the bedpost. He almost came right then. The sight of this gorgeous Betazoid on her back, moving her wet lips up and down his shaft while playing with herself was almost too much. Before now, he had only heard of Betazoids wild, sexual nature. He never imagined the reality would surpass the fantasy. He supported her head with one hand which held her hair back. Deanna moaned sending little electric sensations up through his body. Will felt Deanna's excitement heighten and pushed away the hand between her legs. She groaned with disappointment but did not stop her ministrations. "I am the only one that can please you now." He told her, pumping his hips a little faster. "No other man can satisfy you like I can. Your body belongs to me." His soothing voice continued as he pulled away. Deanna looked up at him expectantly as Riker removed his clothes. He stared at her as he undressed, in awe of the hunger he felt from her. Never had he been so consumed by one woman. Will leaned over the bed on his arms and kissed Deanna aggressively. He wanted to draw things out, give Mr. Paris a good show, but she was getting harder and harder to resist. Riker took her mouth with savage intensity. Slowly letting his hands moved down both sides of her body to her thighs. He climbed on top of her, securing Deanna beneath him. He showered kisses along her jaw and down her throat. "Captain, please...!" She gasped in sweet agony. "Say my name." He demanded in a hoarse whisper. "Say it, Deanna. I want to hear you say my name." Her light, silvery voice rewarded him. "Please, Will. Please make love to me." Groaning loudly, he slid into her tight center, gently stretching her inner walls. Riker supported himself on his forearms so he could watch her face while he moved in and out of her. Knowing she was close, he kept his pace slow and rhythmic. Will stopped when he felt Deanna tense with anticipation. Her eyes flew open, blazing with protest. She squirmed beneath him trying to reach that final plateau, but couldn't move. Deanna was firmly pinned to the bed under the well muscled pirate. "Please, Captain..." She begged with unbridled passion. "Please don't stop." "Patience, Imzadi." He kissed her lips. "I want to enjoy my last evening with you." ~Imzadi!~ He heard her question in her mind. Deanna's head snapped up in shock of hearing the ancient Betazed word that she overlooked the last part of his comment. "Why did you call me that? How do you know what Imzadi is?" She demanded as she shoved him off of her. "You called me Imzadi the first night you surrendered to me. I heard it in my head." Will sat up beside her on the bed. Deanna struggled to get away from him. "No! It's not possible. You cannot be Imzadi!" He grabbed her wrists and dragged her back to him so they were face to face, the old, arrogant Riker coming to surface. "I may not be your Imzadi, but you are still my slave!" Curses fell from his mouth as he pushed Deanna onto her back and forced her legs open. He thrust in and out of her wet pussy vigorously, holding her hips tightly for leverage. His rage and lust poured over their bond and rendered Deanna helpless. Her body was weak from his physical and mental assault. "I'm not good enough for you? Is that it?" He challenged. "Just remember, princess. You are bound to me now. No one else will be good enough for you, either. No man will be able to fulfill you the way I can." Riker grabbed her face with one hand and covered her mouth with his. He manipulated her senses so she would stop resisting. Her body relaxed and she gave in to the demands he mentally hurled at her. Her fingernails raked deliciously down his back as she screamed his name both mentally and aloud when she came. He heard the word 'Imzadi' echo in his mind as he lay spent beside her. Captain Riker made arrangements for her release as she lay nestled, sleeping against his side. Wanting nothing more than to lie in bed with her for the rest of the day, Will tore himself from her warm body and got dressed. He heard her emit a soft sigh as she turned in her sleep. Riker had to make a conscious effort not to look back at her as he left the room. The next time his beautiful captive woke up, she would be on her own ship. And though she may return to her old life, his mark on her would be emblazoned on her soul. Riker's Captive Ch. 03 It had been six months since Deanna Troi, Tom Paris and Geordi LaForge had been taken hostage by the pirate Captain Will Riker. Deanna's memories of the last day were fuzzy. She remembered being in Riker's strong arms, collapsing under the overpowering blaze of his emotions. The whole event seemed so surreal. The next thing she knew, the three of them woke up in a hospital on a Farpoint Station. The officers on the station couldn't tell them much. They had followed a faint distress signal that led them to the three, all unconscious aboard an escape pod. Starfleet had been contacted and the Enterprise flew at Warp 9 to pick them up. They didn't return to duty for almost two months. Deanna returned home during that time. Commander Paris had tried to contact her many times while she was planetside, but she refused his communiques. When she returned to the ship it was awkward. Shipmates knew the three had been kidnapped and tortured, but only Picard knew what really happened to Deanna. He was unaware of what Tom had seen. Paris had refused to talk to a counselor. His demeanor became darker as the weeks went on. What made it worse was that Deanna could feel his frustration pounding into her when they were in a room together. He was frustrated for getting his team in that kind of situation, as any good first officer would be. He was frustrated for being so helpless while Deanna was being molested in another room, frustrated for letting Riker get the better of him. One night, after he had a few drinks in Ten-Forward, Paris had cornered her and told Deanna that he wanted their relationship to be like it was before. Deanna politely turned him down, explaining she didn't think it was the right time. Ever the gracious Starfleet officer, Paris agreed, apologized, and swallowed down her rejection. But as the weeks went on, Deanna could feel his resentment and bitterness swell. When she approached him about it, Tom would smile and say everything was fine. Other times he would be blatantly hostile towards her, letting snide comments slip out under his breath. One evening, she walked into her quarters to find Tom sprawled out on her couch quite drunk. He apparently though it was okay to use his pass code to enter her quarters without permission. Deanna stepped into the room cautiously. "You've been trying to find him." He sneered, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees. It was obvious whom he was talking about. "What?" It was true. She couldn't deny it. She wasn't sure how to respond so instead Deanna tried to turn it around. "You went through my computer?! How could you?" Tom launched off the couch. "How could I? How could you?!" Deanna felt trapped. She tried backing towards the door as he came at her. "I was a gentleman. I took things slow like you asked, I never pushed you. That slime marches in, locks you in his room for days forcing himself on you and YOU SEEK HIM OUT!! YOU WHORE!" Paris slapped Deanna with the palm of his hand. She reeled back, putting a hand to her cheek. "Tom, please..." She cried as he threw her against the wall. He ripped open the neckline of her uniform dress and yanked up the skirt. "Please, what?" He sneered and started to undo his pants. "Please fuck me? Huh? Are you begging for me the way you begged for him?" He spat out that last word. "Stop. Don't do this." She pleaded again, but her only answer was to be shoved to the floor. "Why? I thought you like it rough?" Tom spit violently. He ripped off the rest of her dress and pushed Deanna on her back. "You begged him to fuck you, you slut!" Leaning over Deanna, Tom grabbed her upper arms and shook her, shouting again, "I watched it! He made me watch the two of you together." Her eyes widened in horror. Then Deanna felt his erection grow hard as he told her of his captivity. "Your lover kept me in a nice room with a few monitors so I wouldn't miss a thing." His voice became a hoarse whisper. "I saw you drop to your knees for him. I saw how you begged to have that filthy fucking pirate inside of you." Paris started rubbing himself against her. "Tom...please....stop." Ripping off her panties, Paris grabbed his cock and went to shove it in but found she was dry. His lips curled and he slapped her again. "Whore! You get wet for that animal but not for me! I've done everything for you!" With that Paris spit into his hand and rubbed it on his dick and slammed it into a semi-conscious Counselor Troi. Deanna moaned, more from the hard slam of his hips than his size. Even in their few times together, Deanna had known he wouldn't ever be able to satisfy her, not the way Will Riker had. She groaned and tried to push the blond man off but her head was still spinning. "Is this what you want?" He taunted. Paris sat up on his knees so he could grab her breasts with both of his hands, twisting and pulling her nipples the way he had seen Riker do it. Troi cried out. She could feel everything Tom felt. Paris believed that she was actually enjoying this! In his mind, Deanna was responding to him the way she did with Captain Riker, except the image of Riker on top of Deanna kept entering Tom's mind making him more outraged. Deanna tried not to move or make a sound in any way that would encourage his fantasy, but he was gone. "Do you like that?" Tom smacked her pussy with his fingers, exactly like Riker. Biting her lip, Deanna turned her head, letting the tears fall to the side. "Beg me, Deanna. Beg me to let you come." She looked up at him. Tom's eyes were closed; he was lost in his own delusion. In his mind, he was Riker now; he was the strong captain that could make Deanna submit to his will. She struggled with him again, crying out for Will Riker in her mind. Deanna didn't think about why at the time. She had just felt he was her only hope. "You're thinking of him, aren't you?! Aren't you." He thrust faster and faster. "I'll make you forget about him...He is nothing...nothing. I won't let him...ahh" Paris's body tensed then jerked spastically as he came. Deanna held her breath and waited for it to be over. It seemed Paris was thinking more of Riker at his time of release than of Deanna. Tom jerked his flaccid member from Deanna and pulled his pants back up "Do you like that? Do like when crude men take you then toss you aside?" When Troi didn't answer, Paris made a disgusted noise, rose and left. * Six weeks later Deanna woke with a start and sat up in bed, panting. She looked around the bedroom of her Betzed home. No Tom, no one was there. It was a dream. She sighed and flopped back onto her pillows. It had been over a month since she left the Enterprise. Tom's accusations still followed her. He was right. Why did her body cry out for the man who kidnapped her, seduced her and then dumped her off at the nearest space station? Someone she had more in common with, someone who dedicated his life to Starfleet and shared her love of exploring the unknown? But the Tom Paris she had cared for in the beginning was not the same man now. He was jealous and crazed. All of the rage he felt while being locked up by Captain William Riker, he was redirecting at her for succumbing to him. After the rape, Tom barely acknowledged Deanna. She thought he would have come begging for forgiveness, but instead, he ignored her whenever he could, even in meetings. Shifts together were always tense. His mind would drift to her and Riker in throes of passion. The jealousy and resentment started to build. After weeks of ignoring her, Paris started making rude and sarcastic comments when they attended official functions. In his mind, he constantly saw her with Riker. Quietly, Deanna spoke to Captain Picard and explained her need to leave the Enterprise. It was hard. The ship had been her home for the past 5 years. Dr. Crusher and the captain gave Deanna a private send off. Thankfully, she had not heard from Tom Paris since she left. The Enterprise had to be away on a five month mission, and she was grateful it was well out of communications range. Deanna returned to Betazed. She didn't know why, but she needed to be in a place where she could find the person she'd become since the incident with Riker, and perhaps to allow the gods to give her direction in this new chapter of life.