A Counseling Session

Chapter Three
Maelstrom

Ezri Dax closed the door to the inner room, sealing herself in, leaving the lights off so she could focus her mind in the darkness, taking a deep, cleansing breath of her own. Despite her best efforts, she was losing this patient, and that was simply not acceptable! She may be new as a Counselor, but she had three hundred years experience in dealing with people of many races, by virtue of the symbiont Dax that shared her life. Somewhere in those three centuries was the way to get through to this young man!

There had to be! She was not going to lose him!

She had asked for, and gotten, five minutes. In those five minutes she had to find a solution. There had to be an answer, some handle she could get on him; and the clock was ticking.

There was an answer. An obvious and simple one, but one her professors at college would shriek in outrage against. In fact, old Sirus Rambly, her Ethics Professor, would have a fit of apoplexy. But they, and their advice, were not here. She was. And she had to make a decision.

“Computer.” She commanded, her voice activating the lights on the replicator as she pulled at the zipper of her uniform. “Access my physiological records. I want the following…”
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In the outer room, Crewman Tom Wilen stood waiting with mounting impatience. Things were bad and getting worse; he could barely even hold a civil conversation with the young woman he’d been watching from across rooms for months, and could barely work up the nerve to say one word to – though she had haunted his dreams and his thoughts since the day he’d first laid eyes on her!

And she, knowing he was having problems, had come to him! Gotten him alone in this secluded room! She wanted to talk to him. Even if it was about something he did not want to think about, she still wanted to talk to him! And he couldn’t even bring himself to look at her! She was utterly beautiful, as young as he despite the rumors he’d heard; was willing to be alone with him, secluded, and he was utterly screwing it up!

If only she could know that what he wanted to talk to her about had nothing to do with the Defiant or the war or uniforms, but he was screwing it up, and if he did not get himself under control he was going to lose every –

The door to the inner room hissed open, he turned, and his heart leapt into his throat!

Ezri Dax, the most beautiful woman in the sector, stepped out of the dark room wearing a white sleeveless blouse trimmed with blue embroidery, which clung by elastic just under her breasts, leaving her midriff completely bare over a very, very brief blue miniskirt and long, slender legs. Her feet were bare as she stepped silently into the room, the door hissing closed behind her.

Her trim figure, in regulation Starfleet uniform, was stunning. Now she was so incredibly, astonishingly lovely that he could not believe it! He stared at her, completely and monumentally astounded.

This was his dream given form, his fantasy given flesh!

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Ezri came back into the room with a fair amount of apprehension. She was not at all certain this was such a good idea. In fact, all her Professors would be throwing fits if they could see her now; but she had to stand by her decision. Adopting a confident manner, she smiled. “Is this better?”

“B-better.” He admitted, unable to pull his eyes off her body.

“Sit down, please.” She returned to her seat and sat down carefully; very much aware of the brevity of the skirt she barely wore. It rode up, displaying an almost obscene expanse of bare legs, and she held her hands on her lap. Unable to avoid thinking that this was a horrible solution and her ethics professors were correct, she tried to behave exactly as if she were still wearing her uniform. The white blouse tucked under her bare breasts did not help a bit!

Wilen complied with her request, sitting down opposite her. Unlike earlier, this time he did not seem to be able to take his eyes off her! “Tom, I’d like to discuss what happened last week.”

“Last week?”

“Aboard the Defiant.” He drew back, and she realized she was overcompensating for her own discomfort. He was a bit more at ease with her out of uniform, but they could not rush. She had to let things go at his pace. But though she could not press, neither could she withdraw the words.

“The Defiant. We … we were attacked! The Jem’hadar!” The words came out in a rush, but then just as suddenly the rush was over, and he was silent. She let the silence draw out, and it did so for a long time as he started to fidget in his seat. “They …they attacked us. Five, six ships.” It had been six, but only one had survived the encounter. “We … we …” He was suddenly out of the chair, stepping past her. She turned in her chair, but he was facing the wall, the corner, unable to face her. “I’m in the Armory. Did you know that?”

“Yes.” She kept her voice soft, trying to draw him out.

“I’m on the Station; there’s a lot of us. I keep the torpedoes loaded and working, the phasers up, the … there’s a lot of us. It’s a freaking huge station!”

“Yes, it is.” She said as softly.

“I never know; when we’re attacked here, what’s happening. We’re so busy restocking, and only front line battleships would dare to attack this base. I never know if … if the … the one I loaded, if the phaser I serviced, is the one that got through their shields!”

“And on the Defiant?”

He shook his head, still staring at the wall, but his voice trembled with the effort to control it. “On the Defiant, there are two of us. Armory’s too small, the ship’s small, can’t have a big crew; we’d be tripping over each other!” He reached up and pulled the small communicator from his uniform, turned and threw it with great force across the room where it slammed into a durasteel wall, ricocheted into another before falling to the floor. He used the momentum to turn on her, and his furious shout echoed off the walls. “Every shot I loaded blew those sons of bitches out of space! I don’t even know how many were aboard each ship, but five times that many is how many I killed!”

He turned away as quickly, unable to let her see the pain and fury in his eyes, and pounded on the wall once, twice, three times, as if trying to punish himself in that pain. He leaned against the wall, panting heavily, his body trembling from the emotional tidal wave.

Ezri waited, letting him recover until he could say something more, but he did not. He kept leaning against the wall, barely breathing, holding everything inside with all his strength. She could actually watch him repressing it, locking it all down, away from her. After another few moments she stood up and approached him silently on bare feet. She stood beside him, but he did not acknowledge her. She put one hand on his arm, finding the muscles tight, hard as iron, but she did and said nothing more.

After a very long moment he turned his head to look at her, and in his eyes she could see a horrible maelstrom of emotion he would not release. He stared at her for a long time, his eyes then looked down her body from head to feet and back again to her eyes, and what she saw in them then was no better.

He took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You don’t have to.”

“You mean that?”

She nodded. “Yes.” Now that she had the key to his pain, they were under no time limit. They could discuss it the next time, or even the time after. There was no rush.

“I really would rather talk about something else, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course. What would you like to talk about?”

He turned, his right arm slipping under hers to press his hand into her back, his other arm coming about her, holding her pressed against him, his mouth coming down to hers, his kiss silencing her protest.

Ezri was shocked; surprise turning quickly to outrage as she pressed against him, but his strength was so much greater than hers that she could not budge him, and she could barely pull her lips back from his. She was not being crushed against his hard body, but his arms were like steel bands about her and she was completely trapped!

She pushed hard, harder, then shoved with all her strength; that just barely enough for her to lean away from him, her mouth freed from his! “Thomas! Stop!” His hands on her back pulled her again into him, her chest pressed against his as he kissed her again! His left hand came down and actually cupped the cheeks of her ass, forcing her crotch hard against his! She fought against his strength, feeling the full length of his body rock hard against hers, and could barely pull her head back far enough to speak. “You don’t want this!”

“Yes, I do! For months!” She tried to struggle as he held her more firmly, his hand squeezing her ass as she squealed in pained outrage, but couldn’t get away from him as he started to force her backward. Her body writhed against his as he forced her; her bare feet could get no traction on the slick floor, and she thought furiously even as she fought.

She had far greater skill than he did, had lived over 12 times as long and was skilled in not only Trill and Human self defense skills, but more than enough Klingon tactics as well! She could easily break his grip; and his arms and legs as well, but did not want to do so.

She recognized what he was doing, and that she did not have to fight physically. There was a far better method, but she’d better apply it fast! Feeling the edge of the daybed against her bare legs, she shoved as hard as she could; breaking his grip enough to hold him at arms length. Unfortunately, her arms were considerably shorter than his.

“I know what you’re doing, Tom, but its’ wrong!”

“I can make it feel very good!” He promised her.

“No! I don’t want it! If you do anything, it’s not love; it’s rape!”

“No!” He pulled her close again, she couldn’t fight his strength as her held her close, his hot lips at her throat!

Ezri gasped, feeling and fighting the sensations that flashed through her body. She loved to be kissed there! And it wasn’t like she did not have an active sexual life with Julian Bashir, but no matter how good this touch felt to her body, no matter how much her struggles against his strength and hard body were actually starting to feel … good … she was not about to give in. This wasn’t the play-force she sometimes enjoyed with Julian; that made her wet and hot enough to boil; this was the real thing! “Listen to me, Tom, I don’t want this!” She pressed against him, fighting uselessly. “You do anything, its rape!” She tried to force her hips back away from his terrible hardness, but his grip on her ass was like steel!

“No!” He protested against her throat, his kisses sending flares of pleasure she tried hard to deny. “I’ve dreamed of this for -!”

“I haven’t! This is rape!” She hoped that by repeatedly enforcing that fact, she could break through to his better nature, make him regain his self control. He pressed her back and she fell onto the daybed, his body covering hers. His powerful hands held her shoulders to the bed and he got his legs between hers, forcing her bare thighs apart. “Listen to me!” She pushed against him until she could meet his eyes, lust crazed though they were. “You’re using this to escape your pain, but you’re hurting me! You don’t want to hurt me!” She could barely breathe from the pressure of his chest on hers, crushing her firm breasts.

“No, I don’t!” He tried to kiss her, but she turned away and shoved again, forcing him to look at her. “I want to love you!”

“You’re not loving me; you’re raping me! Now I’m not going to fight you! Believe me; I’d win! But I don’t want to do this, so whatever you do to me is rape!” His mouth came down to hers, silencing her with his kiss. She moaned, as much with discomfort as because his kiss did feel good, his body on hers making her feel things she didn’t want to! When Julian did this, they were in full agreement, but now her body was responding to Wilen as it did to Bashir! She could feel herself getting moist between her legs, her body preparing in anticipation for something she did not want to happen!

She was breathing heavily with the hopeless exertion, struggling under him, unable to dislodge his larger body from on top of her, unable to fight his strength. “No! Stop it! You’re hurting me, damn it!”

He brought his legs up, opening her on his hips, spreading her wider and raising her own legs, pressing their crotches together through their clothes – in her case just the thin material of her white panties. When she felt the wetness she could not fight or deny she reached up, grabbing his hair even as his hands pushed her blouse up, baring her high firm breasts. She clutched his hair, pulling hard, bringing his mouth off her throat. “Damn it, that’s enough!” She grated furiously. “I won’t say anything if you let me up, but stop this now! You’re hurting me! I don’t want to be raped!”

She glanced down at herself, her high firm breasts bare past the material of the blouse bunched under her neck, her legs held up and wide by his hips, and in that instant of loss of eye contact he grabbed her wrists, pulling her grip from his hair, resisting the pain. He held her wrists together, crossing them over her head and binding them with one tight hand as his mouth came down to her heaving breasts, his lips sucking in her left nipple as his other hand cupped her right breast, his thumb teasing her nipple to slow erection as his tongue and lips teased her left.

Ezri tried to resist how good his mouth felt on her nipple and strained to free her trapped wrists, but they might as well have been clamped in steel restraints as she struggled under him. She could not help but groan as the sensation of his mouth on her breast, sucking and licking her nipple, made it respond on its own, the sensations in both her breasts wrong! It was feeling good, and she couldn’t stop it! “No, Tom! I’m begging you! Please!” She pleaded, trying to keep from moaning, what he was doing was just starting to feel so good, despite her words! “Please stop! I thought you liked me, but you’re hurting me! This is rape!” He would not listen! It was beginning to look like she was going to have to break one of his arms!

His hand on her breast was driving her crazy, especially the way his fingertips teased her nipple while he sucked and licked the other one! She couldn’t deny it felt good – by now under Julian she would have climaxed already, and her body was responding to him as a moan of ecstasy escaped her lips. “Told you it would feel good.” He said, never moving his lips from her erect, sensitive nipple, the vibrations of his words doing terrible things to her!

“No!” She moaned, trying to resist even as the sensations flared through her, making her cry out with joy she couldn’t hide. Her breaths were reduced to tiny moans which heightened in pitch as her body betrayed her! It was starting to feel so good she would never talk him out of this! Her breasts felt so good, so sensitive; so alive with his every touch that she was sure she was going to climax in just seconds!

His right hand did not ease the pressure on her wrists trapped over her head as she squirmed under him, but his left hand came down, leaving her breast to slip between her thighs, to the crotch of her panties, to the moist heat she could not hide. “No!” She cried desperately, knowing she couldn’t keep the protest up if he touched her there. “Please, Tom, don’t rape me! Please! Please stop! It hurts! Oh God, it hurts!” He gently insinuated a finger under her panties, pulling the material away from her, and another finger stroked the bare, wet lips of her closely shaved vagina.

She gave a loud cry as he touched her, unable to control it. The touch felt so good she could not resist, and as he gently petted her wet labia, his fingertip finding and stroking her clitoris, she could fight no more! Every breath was coming out as a tiny cry of lust, and she knew if she did not do something desperate she was finished! Her movements were no longer struggles; her body was responding to his touches and wanted more! There was only one thing, short of breaking every bone in his body; that she could think of to get him to stop on his own.

Ezri started to cry. She wailed in heartbreaking misery, her body wracked with torrential sobs as she wept loudly. “Please, Tom! Stop it! You’re hurting me! You’re raping me! Stop! It hurts! It hurts so badly! Tom, I’m begging you! I’m begging you! Stop raping me!” His finger, wet with her hot, vaginal cream, stroked her clitoris and she threw her head back, her faux sob lost in a scream of lustful ecstasy as her body betrayed her completely and convulsed in a tumultuous orgasm!