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[nyota_uhura24]

Uhura was furious. Even though she tried not to let herself be this angry, a part of he couldn't let it go. She was used to sexist men - that descriptor fit most men in the Empire - but this had been too much. Cadet Johnson was her junior, and had absolutely no right to speak to her as if she were garbage. Not when she was the best linguist in

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[chrischapel]

Christine wasn't exactly sure why she'd decided to do this. She barely knew Nyota Uhura. She knew her reputation, but she'd only had the opprotunity to meet the woman a small handful of times

[nyota_uhura24]

It wasn't often that Uhura found herself impressed, but the woman before her had managed to both impress and intrigue her. Her love of torture wasn't exactly something she concealed, but it wasn't openly advertised, either. Chapel knew exactly what she was doing - and had managed to crack the extra security measures Uhura had placed on her dorm door.

"Scared little mouse, that one," she said absently when Chapel brought up Gaila; the Orion might be good in bed and half decent with computer programming, but she didn't have what it took to survive in the Empire. With her pheromone suppressors, she was all but useless.

When Chapel confirmed that she'd brought Johnson for her, Uhura's smile widened. "How very kind of you," she said, gliding closer and wondering what she'd done to deserve such a present. Of course, Chapel must have her own angle in all of this. Her eyes flicked appreciatively over the other woman

[chrischapel]

Christine finally stood up. She pushed some computer clutter to the side and placed the rather large medical kit on Gaila's desk, flicking the lock quickly to open it. Inside there were compartments and layers. Some of it very important life saving things. Medicines and hyposprays, dermal regenerators

[nyota_uhura24]

Uhura didn't move as Chapel stood, but her eyes tracked the other woman's movements and skimmed over the medical kit when it was laid open. The sight of all those scalpels and needles sent a little thrill of anticipation through her.

She didn't immediately respond to Chapel's assertion that they were kindred spirits. Normally the mere idea would've made her laugh, but she sensed something in the other woman. A mutual hate for men, perhaps, or a mutual fury about what passed for acceptable treatment of women in Starfleet

[chrischapel]

Christine's lips quirked up when she watched Johnson's eye's frantically flick around the room and begin to tear up. She was a saddened that the paralytic kept him from screaming. Though she figured with the first cut all they would have gotten was a manly grimace.

She'd have to ask McCoy if there's one person in the galaxy who created a full paralytic that kept vocal ability it was that sadistic bastard.

She pondered Uhura's question as she carefully chose a small scalpel. Yes, usually nothing came free in the empire, and having a favor to owe would bite you on the ass. She was just unsure how to word it.

She didn't expect anything from her.

"Let's equate this to... two people finding out they like the same holovid, shall we?"

If this didn't end up being fun, she'd move the fuck on. It was starting out promising though. Chapel traced a pattern with her scalpel down his arm not yet puncturing the skin, enjoying the anticipation and his fear. "I want to decorate his face."

She wouldn't heal those.

[nyota_uhura24]

Although she would've adored to hear the man scream, the dorm walls were too thin for such a thing to be practical. She didn't want any interruptions, and since Gaila was the only one who knew anything about this, she knew they were in the clear. They could spend all night on Johnson if they wanted to

[chrischapel]

Christine couldn't help but grip Johnson's face as Uhura told him he could apologize. She knew the other woman wouldn't let him go, but she couldn't help the shark like smile she gave him as she moved his head so he'd be making eye contact with her.

"You would have to say it. Why don't you give it a try?" She teased knowing full well that there was no way he could vocalize anything with the paralytic in his system. Christine carefully began to trace the scalpel across his forehead.

"What shall I write here?" She mused allowed for Johnson's terror.

[nyota_uhura24]

It was rare for Uhura to meet someone who was truly on the same page as her, but the way the other woman taunted Johnson sent a little shiver of pleasure through her. It was almost too perfect when Johnson seemed to actually be making some attempt to speak. A dark chuckle bubbled up in Uhura's throat.

"No apology for me? Well, don't say I didn't offer," she purred, emphasizing her words with another stroke of her knife, this when across his knee. She was still just teasing, giving him a hint of the pain she was capable of inflicting.

At the question, Uhura made a considering noise. "You could always leave your signature, or perhaps a descriptor fitting such a milquetoast."

[chrischapel]

Words couldn't describe the feeling she had at the thought that this idiot would walk around with her name etched on his face. It would definitely be a warning to any other pigs. Though it might put her more on the radar of others wishing to "put her in her place", but did she really care?

"At least it will be clear since he can't move." She said mostly to herself but also for Johnson's benifit. Tears were already leaking out of his eyes as Uhura cut and she couldn't help the grin she shot Uhura as she began to neatly carve a "C" on his forehead.

She didn't really care how much it hurt at the moment. She needed this done.

"You know," she started speaking to Uhura but mostly to further torture the man. "I think suffocation would be brilliant next." Though surprises were good too.

[nyota_uhura24]

It was almost difficult to breathe as Chapel carved that "C" into the man's forehead. A part of her had wondered if the woman actually had the courage to advertise what she'd done; it seemed there was very little that she wasn't capable of.

"Do be careful; it'd be a pity if you had to heal them and start all over," she said lightly, looking into the man's tearful eyes and smiling.

When Chapel suggested suffocation she pretended to give it serious thought. "Suffocation? That is a definite possibility." Ever so slowly she shifted to be closer to the man's head, dark eyes watching the other woman work. Still moving very slowly and deliberately, she laid her hand over the man's throat. After a few seconds she dug her nails sharply into the side of his neck, just to throw him off.

[chrischapel]

Christine wasn't exactly sure herself if she actually had the courage to do it. Sure it would prove that she wasn't to be trifled with, but at the same time it would put herself more on the radar.

She grinned at Uhura though and at her statement let the scalpel slip messing up her nicely rounded C. "Now,look what you made me do." She said not sounding angry in the slightest as she went for the dermal regenerator so she could start again.

She paused though when Uhura moved and began to push down on the man's windpipe. Seeing her nails dig into the sides of his neck as Johnson's eyes darted around in gear pushed a rush of excitement through her.

Well, that was just fucking hot.

She just wasn't as easily distracted as all that. She waved the regenerator and started again. Knowing the perfect depth to have something scar and not mess with the muscle underneath.

This carving was less about pain and more about humiliation.

[nyota_uhura24]

Chuckling darkly, Nyota flicked the botched C on Johnson's forehead with her free hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so distracting." Though now that she thought about it, distraction certainly had its merits. Few things turned her on like torture, and seeing someone as skilled as Chapel in action was a rare treat.

Her hand pressed down more firmly on the wind pipe for a few seconds. "What do you say, Johnson? Shall we end it here, spare you any further pain?" She squeezed a little tighter. "Oh right, you can't say anything at all."

Before he neared unconsciousness she released him, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. "You're going to wish I hadn't stopped." And then, just because she could, she clamped her teeth down on the man's ear hard enough to draw blood. It didn't take much to cause a lot of pain in the ears.

[chrischapel]

Christine couldn't help but think that Uhura was a bit distracting without even trying. She chuckled when she flicked the botched C, but got back to work

[nyota_uhura24]

Uhura watched, intrigued, as Chapel loaded the hypospray. She'd learned the art of torture from an early age, but she'd never worked beside someone with real medical knowledge. In fact, she'd rarely worked with a partner at all, but it clearly had its advantages

[chrischapel]

"Both." Christine muttered distractedly. Of course she didn't bring the antidote. There wasn't a need for it. Especially since she used it as a placeholder so she could do something else. That dosage would last about an hour.

She couldn't help the slight moan of pleasure when Nyota began to kiss back. For the moment she let her lead the kiss, but only so Christine could press herself harder against the other woman's body using Nyota hips roughly to leverage.

This would be interesting two control freaks.

Christine hadn't exactly forgotten about Johnson, but she she found herself wishing that his vocal cords weren't paralyzed. She couldn't even imagine the high she'd get from doing this while listening to his screams.

She broke off the kiss for Nyota's neck. Biting the skin.

[nyota_uhura24]

Uhura didn't forget about the man bound to the bed, but right now her focus was on the exceptional, gorgeous woman currently fighting her for control of their embrace. She understood battle better than anything else, so the feel of the other woman roughly pressing against her made heat pool between her legs.

The fact that the man was forced to watch silently - and was in excruciating pain - just made it better. And of course Chapel was brilliant enough to put Johnson on Gaila's bed so that her own was available. First, however, she tried to angle the other woman so she could press her against the wall, a soft moan escaping her lips as Chapel bit her neck. She tilted her head to give the woman more access, the slight edge of pain making the pleasure all the more intense.