"De-Mental Case Masseuse"

[Kansas 0]

Note: this log takes place three days after the events of "The Money Shot"

 

03.12.09

ISS Agincourt ICC-81762

"De-Mental Case Masseuse"

 

Commander Kansas JoNs was purring.

 

The full body massage felt fan-tastic.

 

It had been a trying few weeks as the command team and crew of the ISS Agincourt tracked the Breen and Ferengi marauders responsible for attacking local colony planets in the sector, and of course losing Master Chief Keltex had been an even bigger blow to the Caitian personally. And after the excitement of the other afternoon apprehending at least two of the suspects associated with the attackers, JoNs had finally taken advantage of the shore leave layover at the resort planet.

 

Or rather, she had been ordered to take a few days off.

 

With her lover Zimm off yet again on the golf course (and seriously, the man was going to throw out a rotator cuff if he didn’t quit living on the course for almost six hours every stretch), JoNs had chosen a few less athletic pursuits to relax, taking advantage of the massage programs offered at the resort.

 

The officer who currently held the position as the ships chief medical officer was an odd bird, to quote a human phrase; he was big on the recuperative powers of the body, and chose not to constantly rely on modern medical methods if the injury could be healed with a less intrusive medical approach.

 

Forrest wasn’t sadistic or anything, and there weren’t any old style needles that jabbed into the skin or saws for cutting into limbs hanging about his sickbay. The Human was very good at what he did, which accounted for the fact that he was still alive and enjoyed some measure of professional notoriety. However, Kansas still hadn’t been able to convince him to just ‘poof away’ her injury. Ordering him to do so would have been overkill if not going into military martinet territory, so it was JoNs Zero, Old School Medicine One.

 

The Doc had deemed the small though painful injury as non life threatening, and given her several rounds of antibiotic hypo shots. The gunshot wound was sterilized and cleaned out, and instead of taking a protoplaser to the wounding, had relied on a quaint application called ‘butterfly stitches’ to close it. The natural recuperative powers of her body would do the rest. Besides which, she could tough it out; the feline officer had dealt with worse injuries grabbed in the line of duty over the years.

 

The chief medico had also prescribed rest and to “exercise extreme caution when sitting”. Well, no duh there Captain Obvious.

 

It had been about three days since the feline Ex Oh had taken the shot to the crease where her left ass cheek and upper thigh met, and while the injured area was still sore, it was already well on its way to fully healing since she was actually following the medical orders; the stitches had been removed, and she’d be fully recovered by the time the ISS Agincourt warped back out into the black to continue tracking the mercenary rebels that had started to operate within the sector.

 

The feline laid belly down on a pallet with her arms crossed and her head resting on her forearms while the linen trousers and tunic clad professional massage therapist employed by the colony resort did his thing. The massager was a colony local, but had Trill spotting running down the side lengths of his body. His strong and sure hands worked over her naked - well, as naked as a furred felinoid can be - body, and rubbed in an oil that evaporated as it was used - can’t be having sticky fur now can we? - into her muscles as he did so.

 

A pleasant breeze rolled in from off the distant ocean, and the palm trees located in the outside courtyard area swayed back and forth in time with the gentle winds. The balcony where the private massage area was situated in a secluded building set off the main resort. A private beach and a barrier of local flora further insured that the clients had total privacy.

 

The Trill massager discreetly adjusted the towel draped over the Caitian’s back side so he could start on the lower back and thigh areas of the feline officer’s athletic body. He smirked when he caught sight of the healing injury, but made no outward comment about the state of his client’s rear; today was not a good day to die, no. Instead, he delicately worked his hands way around the “rear guard” injury and moved her tail out of the way when needed. Jona had worked on Caits before, and had become a “tail expert” so to speak.

 

Kansas was in an almost drunken state of relaxed oblivion, but wasn’t fully asleep; her ears would periodically swivel this way or that depending on the Trills movements or if a local bird happened to wing it’s way by the balcony opening on it’s flight path to alight on one of the nearby palm trees.

 

Not that the feline officer felt the need to pounce the local avians, but their chittering chirps were hard to miss if you came from an evolutionary line of predators; let’s just say that she was tracking the movement of the birds by ear and leave it at that.

 

As Jona continued his massage on the relaxed Caitian, another hand slowly crept down his arm softly. When he looked up, he felt the slightly cold feel of a latinum strip fall into his hand. The owner of the other hand smiled at the masseuse making a motion to be quiet and exit. Jona was confused for a moment, but didn't seem to want to argue with the beautiful dark haired woman that just tipped him. As his hands slipped away, hers quickly replaced his in the massage.

 

Slowly, the woman's hands began to work their seductive magic on the Caitian's lower back. A finger gently ran up the base of the tail. The feel of her fur and skin was so soft as the hands moved across it. The woman couldn't resist her urges any longer as she leaned in, blowing slightly along the Officer's ear.

 

Um, Okay.

 

The felinoid fleet officer didn't bolt upright or anything, but she did turn an ear in the general direction of the Trill masseuse - or rather, who she thought was still the masseuse - and snorted through her delicate tawny colored nose. "Easy there Mister Jona; I'm paying for a massage, not you blowing in my ear."

 

"I always said you had a cute tail..." whispered the woman as she moved her hand down ever so slightly. She lowered the towel and gave an ever so soft squeeze to the Caitian's still sore behind, but not enough to cause too much pain. "I missed you."

 

The senior Imperial officer yelped in complete and total shock, both at the physical contact and the voice, which she recognized. Her training and natural reflexes immediately kicked in, and she went to bolt and leap off the massage pallet.

 

A couple pin-point accurate touches to key nerves prevented Kansas from immediately jumping away. "Relax Kitten..."

 

It was like being Agonized but without all the pain; JoNs went dead weight and dropped back down on the flat table. She could see, hear, smell, and feel, but no matter how much she thought about it, she could not make herself move. "Son of a bitch!" Her words were snarled out in an angered tone.

 

Small movements, such as a quiver in her tail, her flattened ears, or the paw that she held onto the edge of the table with were doable. But, for the most part JoNs was splayed flat out on her stomach with very limited movement options. Her growl carried menacingly across the pleasantly scented air.

 

“Now now...No need to be angry. You're on vacation after all," Kairi giggled as she continued her sensual massage, working the lower areas and getting a little close to the sore spots. "You're supposed to relax."

 

A sensual rebel assassin that giggled. Wonderful. JoNs was screwed.

 

JoNs's anger dissipated somewhat as her brain was overloaded with the physical sensations that she was experiencing; besides being appalled at the general circumstances, the pain and pleasure centers of her brain were both getting mixed signals from Kairi's touches - should she be in pain or not?

 

Kairi could sense the Caitian's confusion as she ran her hands along the officer's body. "I didn't come here to hurt you."

 

“So what, mrrph, you came here to grope me instead?"

 

The Assassin leaned in, blowing a little on JoN's ear before whispering "I couldn't let you forget about me now could I?" She pulled back a bit, looking out on the balcony. "I saw your new little play thing. He's quite cute."

 

Kansas flicked the offended and windblown ear. "Want me to call Zimm so we can have a threesome?" The Cait's tone came out sarcastically snarled.

 

Kairi laughed as she ran a finger along the back. "Mmm...you shouldn't tempt me like that. But, I think I will have to pass this time."

 

The feline’s tail curled a bit due to the sensual trace of the finger down her back, as her senses again reacted automatically to the touch. Kansas moaned, but whether the sound was from a reaction to the "petting" or annoyance at her helplessness it was hard to tell; it was probably a bit of both.

 

"Well, good. While you are passing by, why don't you fragging pass on out of here?"

 

"Aw... such tone..." said the Rebel as she playfully frowned. "I just wanted to warn you of things to come..." Walking around so the Caitian could finally see her, she leaned in, giving a small kiss on the cat’s nose.

 

Kansas pinned her with piercing green eyes that had dilated into full hunter mode. "Let me tell you about those things that are to come Turncoat; if you keep showing up and harassing Imperial officers at public resorts let alone showing your face at any Imperial run stations or colonies, you are the one that will catch the fallout!"

 

"You're so cute when you're angry." She gave the Caitian a slight pinch on her butt – the sore area. That got the Caitians full attention.

 

With the limited movement that she did have, JoNs gripped the edge of the massage table even tighter with the one paw while the free paw made an uncoordinated jab out into thin air and her claws popped out in response to the renewed pain. If she was able to do so, she would have leapt about nine feet up into the air and clapped a paw to the spot in response to the pinch; the garbled combination of an angry yelp and a swear word was lost in a growl.

 

"Goodbye Kansas..." Kairi said as she moved towards the door. She stopped, giving one last glance back at the naked Cait. "And don't worry, you'll be able to move soon. Enjoy the rest of your vacation."

 

With that, the assassin was gone.

 

"You should have killed her."

 

Kairi gasped as she stopped halfway down the hall. "Not again..."