A Counseling Session

Chapter Four
Broken

Ezri Dax opened her eyes, consciousness returning slowly to her overtaxed body. She knew where she was; on the daybed in her office, the one used by her patients in counseling sessions. Her nude body glistened in the bright light from the sheen of perspiration that covered her. She could not have been unconscious for more than a minute or two, her body pressed beyond its limits.

She pushed herself up on her elbows, feeling the pleasurable sensations in her firm, overused breasts even at this small movement. Other parts of her body, as she raised her bare legs from where they hung off the sides of the daybed, testified more intently to her exertions as she brought her thighs together with a groan, an exclamation not of discomfort but the lingering ‘memory’ of the intense sensations she’d been forced to endure.

She could not believe this afternoon had actually happened; despite her trembling body’s insistence on its reality.

Looking about, she saw her small white blouse lying on the floor near the head of the brown daybed; found her blue miniskirt also on the floor, this one beyond the chair she normally sat upon. Casting her eyes more urgently about the small room, she found her white panties thrown into the far corner.

Trying to think of what to do, unable to deny, even in the shame the memory of the last hour evoked, how intense the pleasure, the sensations, had been; she started to push herself upright when Thomas Wilen came from behind her, equally nude, sitting beside her on the edge of the daybed. Her arms behind her holding her at least partially sitting up, she could not prevent his warm hands from covering, from caressing, her breasts, his palms stroking her still erect nipples, making her gasp at the renewed sensations that flared through her body.

“Tom!” She tried to speak but all she could do was gasp as the sensations assailed her body with merciless pleasure. “You have to stop!”

He continued caressing her sensitive breasts, stroking along the lines of spots that flowed down either side of her body, along the outer sides of her firm breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples as she groaned. “No! It’s wrong!” She tried to hold herself up on her trembling arms as his hot lips came down on hers, kissing her passionately. “No, Tom! Please!” She moaned unintelligibly into his mouth, her breaths punctuated with cries of her body’s pleasure even as she tried to beg into his lips as they kissed.

She opened her mouth to his, unable to fight the sensations even as she tried to protest, her words unintelligible against his lips, seasoned with moans of increasing lust that she could not fight. Her body remembered the pleasure he’d forced upon it, and demanded more!

Her hands came up to close on his arms but she could not find the strength to push him away. Her body did not let her fight him as the sensations of his hands on her firm, sensitive breasts did terrible and wondrous things to her body!

She wanted to speak, but her tongue stroked his as it invaded her mouth, her cries of passion the only sounds she could make against his hot lips, the sensations filling her with a lust she desperately wanted to fight, yet could not. Unable to stay partially seated up, she gradually fell back under the pressure of his lips until she was trapped on her back under his merciless assault of pleasure!

As he continued kissing her, their tongues petting sensuously and her cries of mounting passion her only breaths, his right hand slid off her breast, down her stomach, over the small swell of her pelvis toward her mons. His hot hand cupped her feminine mound, lightly petting her.

She wanted to keep her legs pressed together, but the memory of the incredible sensations that had assailed her coupled with those of this hot moment, and need overwhelmed her restraint.

With a hot sigh, moaning into his mouth a plea to her deity, she let her legs slip apart, opening herself to his hand, and his fingers quickly found the soft hot wetness of her labia.

Once more she tried to protest into his invading mouth but his hand, moist with her feminine creams, teased and petted her hot lips and stoked very slowly upward along her labia, running a long, slow, sensuous stroke along her clitoris and her legs opened widely to him as she arched her hips upward for more! Crying loudly into his mouth, Ezri knew she was undone.

He moved down her body, to the base of the bed, raising her legs up onto his shoulders as she reached down, trying to keep him from her. He lay partially on the bed, knees on the floor, her legs spread before him and resting on his shoulders as he brought his mouth down to her and she desperately pushed him away.

He took her wrists, pulling her protecting hands away and down to her sides where he held her firmly as she tried to struggle, weak though her protests were. Before him was her delectable vagina, shaved completely bare, wet and open to him.

His hot mouth came down to her soft, wet labia and he licked her, a long slow sensual lick that ended with a mind-shattering stroke of her clitoris! Ezri cried out, her fingers twisted against the leather of the daybed as her cries of passion loudly proclaimed her lack of control as he licked her again, his tongue delving deep into her hot crevasse, seeking her most secret recesses as he licked her again, his tongue petting her clitoris and driving her mad!

The more she struggled against his grip on her wrists pinned to her sides, the more she writhed against his mouth in an effort to escape his tongue, the more he delved into her, tasting her hot wetness. Her flavor was absolutely enchanting, and he licked her deeply, his tongue delving into her, licking about, seeking her honeyed cream.

Her hips gyrated wildly about his mouth as he sucked at her delicious hot flesh, and when he sucked her sensitive clitoris between his lips she cried out wildly, her shrill scream echoing off the walls as she writhed helplessly on the bed, scalding honey cream flowing from her into his mouth as he drank greedily.

She kept coming in an endless climax that almost threw her from the thin bed, her legs draped over his shoulders kicking his back as she dug her nails into the leather, unable to break his grip on her wrists as she screamed and cried and groaned, her body convulsing. It seemed like hours to the devastated Trill before her body began to still and she collapsed weakly, panting breathlessly, and then crying out for mercy as his tongue delved deep into her tight hotness.

His hands came up around her legs, closing on her high, firm breasts, fondling her as he licked her again, sucking her sensitive labia into his mouth, teasing her with his lips as his arms held her securely and his hands molded her breasts into lustful mounds of pleasure.

He licked deeply into her as she flung her head back, screaming in fiery passion as his tongue again found her most sensitive flesh, driving her mad! Ezri writhed about on the small bed, helpless as his hands and mouth overwhelmed her! She plead, she begged, she screamed but he did not stop! Everything she tried was subsumed in cries of lusty passion. She was going mad on the bed, writhing helplessly as he drove her closer and closer to another devastating orgasm!

She clutched his hair, but not to push him away! She pulled him, unable to keep from guiding his head, his mouth, to just the right spots as his hands on her firm breasts, upon her nipples, drove her out of her mind! His mouth on her clitoris, trapping it between his lips as he licked the tiny nub mercilessly, stroking and licking it as she tried to plead, to beg, to

She shrieked, her body going wild as the climax consumed her, and his sucking mouth drank of her hot cream!

She came over and over again as his mouth assaulted her mercilessly, not stopping for an instant as she begged for mercy, pleading she could not come again, and then her body was wracked in yet another mind-searing orgasm!

Every time she was sure she could not come again he started on her, licking and sucking as her voice rose in pitch and her body went wild on the bed, completely out of her control as she writhed and convulsed as orgasm after merciless orgasm tortured her with mind-rending ecstasy!

She couldn’t prevent him from moving over her again, covering her hot body with his own; his hot hands molding her breasts as he pressed between her spread thighs. She felt him touch her, and prepared herself as he pushed into her, barely managing an inch against her tightness. “Please!” She begged. “Why won’t you stop?!”

“Because you don’t want me to!” He said into hers, pressing hard into her vagina, burying himself deep into her as she arched up; screaming in almost painful ecstasy! She was so tight he had to pull himself out in order to thrust hard into her again, filling her as she screamed, a worse orgasm wracking her body as she writhed under him, feeling him buried deep inside her as her vagina clenched and unclenched about him, making him cry out in ecstatic pain as she crushed him over and over, convulsing so wildly he could barely stay on her, but unable to break her vice-like grip as she screamed and shrieked.

But when she could breathe again, her body collapsing under his, totally spent, she pressed her hands against him even as he drew back and thrust into her tightness again, forcing another high cry from her. “No!” She gasped, struggling under him. “It’s still rape!”

His hands fondled her breasts, his fingertips caressing her nipples, making her moan with pleasure she could not deny as he thrust into her again, forcing another lustful scream from her tortured body. “Can’t rape the willing!” He told her, pulling out and shoving into her tightness again, filling her completely, pressing himself against her clitoris as she shrieked and a flood of scalding cream she could not fight washed over his thick, invading penis as she clutched him desperately within her!

Epilogue

Ezri Dax sat very carefully in her Captain’s office while that worthy read her report. He looked up at her, not noticing how carefully she held herself. “You’re sure you can do nothing?”

“I’m sorry, Benjamin. In this case, I feel that Mr. Wilen deserves more help than we can give him. Certainly he should be distanced from the front lines as quickly as possible. I’m recommending extended therapy at Starbase 6.” Sisko shook his head.

“He’s a good man, I hate to lose him. Certainly we cannot afford one less Armory Officer.”

“Nonetheless, my recommendation stands.” She tried not to sound too firm. In medical matters as they related to personnel, a CMO or a Psychologist, together or separately, can outrank a Captain and he knew it. Best not to rub it in his face, however. “And he’ll get better care at Starbase Medical than I can give him. Sometimes…” She shifted gingerly in her seat, trying not to show how she felt. “…we have to recognize our limitations.”

There was nothing in this official report to indicate what had happened during the botched therapy session, especially since she had to admit she bore considerable guilt for much of it. She had acted outside the regulations of her profession, and the result was as much her fault as his. She had acted unprofessionally in giving in to his ‘need’ for her to wear different clothes. If she had thought it out properly she would have recognized the significance of them as fantasy array more than normal attire, but she had not.

Therefore his assaults upon her, over more hours than she cared to ever recall, well into the night, would forever remain their secret. But through her private recommendation to the therapists at Starbase 6, Mr. Wilen would never again have a female therapist.

He would, she was sure, make a full recovery from the distress that had led to his session with her. Whether either of them recovered from what had actually happened – that was for the future to answer.

She could not.