Disclaimer: Take a journey back in time to part one
Whack
Slap
Grunt
Paris fell to his knees. The assault last time felt like a square dance compared to this. B’Elanna grabbed his hair and forced him to look at her.
"I told you, don’t come between Cha-kotay and Janeway. You’re just asking for trouble if you do." B’Elanna spit out the sentence.
"He had it coming. Fucking pacifist." Smack
"You are a dumb fuck, do you know that?" She stalked around him. "I guess I’m going to have to call in Tuvok. Maybe between the two of us, you’ll get yourself squared around."
"Why should I worry? Cha-kotay won’t do anything to me," Paris said, his voice betraying nothing.
"I would worry, if I were you. I’ve seen Cha-kotay kill with little or no provocation. Be thankful he is with the captain, or Kes could very well be ripping you open to see what makes you tick." B’Elanna motioned to the guard just inside the door. He nodded and left.
"I’ve sent for Tuvok." She crouched down to his level. "He knows thousands of way to hurt, incapacitate. . . kill with nothing more then his finger, his hand. I hope you learn quickly Paris. Good meat like you is hard to replace." She then came closer and bit his cheek. B’Elanna stood as Tuvok entered the chamber. "That, is for later."
**
Her fingernails scratched at the surface of the briefing room table. Her head tossed at the sensations coursing through her body. One of his hands lie beneath her, pinching and pulling, roughly manipulating her breasts. The other one half cradled her hips while teasing her endlessly. He thrust into her ruthlessly.
"Deeper!" she said breathlessly.
He obliged her, slowing his pace a deepening each thrust. The sensation rushed upon him. He emptied himself into her, bringing her with him as she screamed his name.
He pulled out and began dressing again. She sat up, her eyes simmering with desire, so dark they were almost black. "Very good, Commander. Now I know why I keep you around."
"Who else can quench your thirst?" he said, pulling the black turtleneck over his head and handing hers back to her.
"I’ve heard Neelix is quite good, though I don’t think I want to verify it," Kathryn said, snapping her bra and pulling the black garment over her head.
"Kes has been very descriptive," Chakotay said, pulling on his boots.
"Yes, and she’s also had Doc and Harry as well."
"Paris?"
"I don’t believe so. She says somethings are even too slimy for her."
"How about you?" he asked, pulling her against him.
"Paris. I don’t think so. I don’t take to being fucked by family units." She smiled then. "Besides, I have you."
Your own personal sex slave," Chakotay said, running his hands over her uniform clad body.
"Don’t you forget it." She reached back behind her and found his length, giving it a playful squeeze. "I’m sending you on a mission with Kaplan. Don’t destroy another shuttle or you’ll be paying the price."
"Hmm, would I enjoy it?"
"Probably. But, I want details. Take whatever you find. Make sure it’s supplies we need."
"Yes, sir."
**Five days later**
"We have a verification," Neelix said, double checking his instruments. It’s the Commander.
"Hail him," Janeway said.
"Cha-kotay here."
"You’re late for your check-in, Commander. Mind telling me what has kept your interest for the past two days?"
"I crashed the shuttle in a storm. I was pretty injured as was Kaplan. The people here have been. . . most attentive to our needs," Chakotay replied. Janeway could hear a female voice behind him. It didn’t sound like Kaplan.
"I’m coming down," she said, rising. She shot Paris a dirty look as she cut transmission. "You have something to say, Paris?"
"Looks like the commander found another playtoy."
"You’ll keep your accusastions and your sarcastic remarks to yourself," Janeway said, motioning for Tuvok to follow her.
"I appears that you need to step up your punishment with the commander." Tuvok said, smiling at his captain.
"Apparently. He’ll be sorry this time."
**
"Riley, you don’t want to be here when she arrives."
"I’m not afraid of your captain. I was once a Borg."
Chakotay sighed as he walked away from the blonde. He had been saved by her and her group. Then she had put the moves on him, and he had no choice, his own strength and determination gone.
"Then it was nice knowing you," he said as the transporter beam deposited Janeway, Tuvok and the security team.
"Find the shuttle and effect repairs. We can’t afford to leave it behind. The rest of you, scout around for supplies." Her eyes caught that of her first officer. With purpose she strode toward him.
"Where’s Kaplan?"
"Over there," he pointed to the dark skinned officer.
"Who’s this?" she said, indicating to Riley.
"Dr. Frazier. She saved us when the shuttle crashed."
She stalked over to the blonde. "I suppose I should thank you for saving my first officer, but I can read him like a book." She looked back over her shoulder to Chakotay. "I know that you used him for your pleasure."
"I didn’t make him do anything that he didn’t want to do," Riley said, her voice confident.
"That’s where you’re wrong. Cha-kotay doesn’t just have sex with anyone."
"Then you don’t know him as well as you think," Riley said, her face taking on a smug look.
"You think not?" Janeway said, her voice sounding deadly and sultry at the same time.
"There is nothing you can do, Captain, that I can’t take." The blonde crossed her arms over her chest.
Janeway smiled and breathed through her nose, snorting slightly. "I assume that Cha-kotay told you of the consequences of this little . . . indiscretion?"
"And I said, I’m not afraid of you or your little consequences." Janeway, who even in her heels, stood shorter then Riley. She got right up in Riley’s face.
"Really? See, the commander and I have an understanding. Oh, he gets punished for his little indiscretions, but then again, so do his little flings. You should read the report on how his last little excursion died." She turned, then whipped back around and backhanded the woman, sending her sprawling onto the ground. "I don’t take kindly to whores who use my crew, especially when incapacitated, for their own benefit."
She stared at the woman, then motioned to one of the security men to come closer. Chakotay stood behind, smirking along with Tuvok. "Don’t fuck with the leader, because you’ll only get hurt."
"Bitch!" Riley spat. "You’re not nearly good enough for him."
"As if one little round of mind sex can determine that. And as for being a bitch," She motioned to the guard who threw her the phaser rifle he carried. "I take it as a compliment." She aimed the rifle at the woman. "At least you did one good thing, you saved his life, though I don’t know if he’ll think living is so great after I’m done with him."
"Go to hell," Riley rasped.
"You first, and make sure you give the devil my regards." Then she fired. She tossed the rifle back to the security guard and joined Tuvok and Chakotay.
"I don’t want to hear a word out of you. You’re punishment will be severe, this time. Report to your quarters once were back on board. Tuvok, make sure he can’t override the lockouts." She slapped Chakotay’s cheek.
"You’ll learn, one way or another, to not stick your dick where it doesn’t belong."
**
He was having a particularly erotic dream. Kathryn was on top, sliding up and down, hypnotically. Her long red hair draped over them. As he was about to climax, he was startled out of dream by bright light. And one hell of an erection.
"I told you what would happen if you ever screwed someone other then me." He held up his hand to shield his eyes from the light. He hadn’t seen anyone in over a week. Not even Kathryn.
"Yeah, the punishment would be severe," he said, squinting at the form that was illuminated by the lights in the corridor.
"Well, Cha-kotay. Prepare for your punishment." She stepped into the room, allowing the door to shut behind her. "Stand at attention!" Kathryn snapped. Chakotay stumbled over his own feet to stand at attention.
She walked over as he stood rigidly in place. He noticed she was completely in black, not her uniform. She looked up at him, her cane in her left hand. She took the brass end and put it under his chin and scrutinized him. "You don’t know how hard it is to think of a suitable punishment for you. Nothing fazes you. Nothing. But I got to thinking. There is one thing that will torment you more then anything." Kathryn sat the cane down on his desk.
"It’s amazing that you continue to disobey me. You have such a cushy position. Granted, the only reason you have it is because you’re great in the sack, but for the sake of argument, I’ll say you do your duties exceptionally well."
"Thank you, sir," he said, crisply.
"So, typical punishment doesn’t seem to have an affect on you. It’s the material things that drive you. The rank, the benefit, my body. And the one thing you seem to be most enthralled with; my hair." Kathryn stood in front of him. She pulled off her gloves and tossed them beside the cane on his desk. She raised her hands to her hair and began pulling her arms back.
Chakotay stared as the hair he’d grown to love and covet as his own was revealed beneath a wig. Her once waist length hair was shorn off.
"That, is your first punishment. You can’t covet what you don’t have."
**
Neelix looked at his scanners. "Tuvok, are you reading the transwarp signatures at heading 543 mark 8?"
"I have them on my scanners. Borg."
"Should I hail the captain?" Neelix asked.
"Negative, Ensign. She is momentarily disciplining the commander for his indiscretion on the planet."
Paris looked behind him, noting the smug look on Tuvok’s face. "Face it hedgehog, if the captain isn’t happy, she takes it out on the rest of us."
"You should know," Neelix quipped back.
**
His hands were tied to the headboard with her nylons. After she had added to his tattoo on his forehead, branding him as hers, she had taken to waxing her name into his abdomen. But Kathryn had been right. The worse punishment was her hair. But now, if anything, her hair looked redder.
Now she sat straddling his thighs, admiring her handy work. She hated his high tolerance for pain. She wanted him to squirm.
"Now, do you finally understand? That I own you lock, stock and barrel. I ever, ever hear of you fucking anything other then me, then you will be taking a walk out the nearest airlock."
"What if I say no? What will you do then, Kathryn?" In response to her little question, she bent over the side of the bed and pulled out a whip.
"Then be assured you won't be able to sit or lie down for any long periods of time, because there will barely be a spot on your body that won’t bear my mark."
So intent on her punishment, she never noticed that he had managed to loosen the nylons holding his arms in place. Chakotay rushed her quickly, pinning her to his bed, her whip now in his hands.
"Then let us come to an agreement," he said, kissing every square inch of her face, then returning to her lips to bruise them in a searing kiss. "Then you can’t fuck anyone either, dear. You forget, I equal you in rank. If I ever hear of you being with anyone else, then you can rest assured that I’ll do equal harm to you. You’ll bear my mark, lady. And I will use this whip in ways you can’t imagine." He squared the handle of her whip under her jaw, making her look up to him.
"Deal. Now, let’s get down to business."
"What did you have in mind?" he said, attacking her breasts, biting harder then actually necessary.
"How about you show me what you’d do with that whip."
**
"We’re now entering Borg space," Paris announced. Janeway strode onto the bridge, adjusting her uniform and walking stiffly. Chakotay followed her and took his seat, smirking at her discomfort. Eight hours of continuous sex and games had left their mark on the usual punctual captain.
"Looks like they’re running," Kim said, looking over Neelix’s shoulder.
"You mean something is actually scaring the big bad Borg?" Janeway said, mocking sarcasm in her voice. "Poor dears."
Kes stepped onto the bridge. She crossed over to the captain, then spoke to her in whispers. "It seems, that the Borg opened up a can of worms. Apparently, this species think they’re invincible." Kes consulted with her some more.
"Contact the lead Borg ship," Janeway said.
"We are Borg. Existence as you know it, is over. We will add your distinctiveness to our own."
"This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the warship Voyager. And like hell you will."
"Resistance is futile."
Janeway stood. "So is messing with me. You’re in trouble. You’re being beaten. Work with us, and we’ll give you the means to wipe out your enemy."
Silence.
"State your terms."
"We want four Borg drones. Ones that will work for us."
"What purpose would that serve?"
"Then I can add to my own collective. You’re distinctiveness will reach beyond your wildest dreams."
"Acceptable. Prepare to receive our drones. You will supply the weapon."
"Janeway to Torres. Prepare to receive some Borg drones. Beam them directly to Cargo Bay 2."
"Yes, sir," She heard the Klingon snarl.
"Tuvok, send the weapon." She looked over her shoulder to the Vulcan.
"Momentarily, Captain."
Janeway rolled her eyes then put two fingers to her temple. She shifted, so she wouldn’t have to look over her shoulder. "You know I hate it when you make me wait, Tuvok."
"Of course Captain. Sending the information now," Tuvok said, smiling at his commanding officer.
"Commander, let’s go greet our guests."
**
"I am Seven of Nine."
"I take it then, that you’re in charge of this group."
"Yes."
Janeway stalked around the female drone. "My name is Captain Janeway. You will address me as either ‘Captain’ or ‘sir’. Is that understood?"
"It is."
"Good. You will remain in here, generating, unless we are in need of you. We will hook your system into computer authorization. Only my order or that of my first officer will activate this system. At that time, you will be the only one activated. When your orders are clear, you will activate the other drones and fulfill your obligation. If you work well, I will consider allowing you access to other areas of the ship."
"We understand."
"I hope so. There is only one leader on this ship. And that is me. You will learn quickly if you forget that little rule. And I’m ruthless." She directed a smirk in the direction of Cha-kotay.
"We comply."
"Then come with me. I need information and maps. You will supply them."
**
She stood spread eagle in front of her view port, watching the stars slide by, their reflection plainly visible. She arched her back at the sensation, her arms pulling from the straps that kept them up in the air.
"I hope you’re enjoying this, Cha-kotay, because I’m beginning to cramp."
"Then you shouldn’t have worn those boots."
"They’re the only shoes I own that I don’t have to bend at unnatural angles in to give you your access," she countered his movements with her hips.
"Think our new drones will work out?" he said, getting more forceful.
"Harry took a liking to our new drone immediately."
"Yeah, he’s found someone who likes to hit as much as he does," Chakotay said, holding her hips back against him as he climaxed. She let out a contented sigh.
"Let me out of these restraints, Commander. It’s your turn."
**
"What now?" she asked in an exasperated voice. Janeway punched in random orders to the console she shared with Chakotay.
"It’s the Hirogen," Neelix said. "I hear they’re nasty."
"Are you frightened by rumors, Ensign?" Janeway drawled.
"No, sir. Just stating a fact," Neelix replied.
"Kissing up the captain? Shame on you, hedgehog," Paris said from helm.
"Watch your mouth or you may eat something that doesn’t agree with you," Neelix shot back. Janeway watched the exchange with little amusement.
"Is that a threat?" Paris turned from his chair and began to rise. Janeway saw the upcoming event and stood as well.
"Save it for one of your training drills, boys. I won’t have you messing up my bridge." She sat down hard and looked over the middle section to Chakotay. She recognized the murderous look in the stare he was giving Paris. "That goes for you too, Cha-kotay," she added emphasis to his name to make her point clear.
"Aye, sir," he muttered beneath his breath.
"Hail them."
**
"So, it seems we’re at an agreement," Janeway said, standing on the top step of in her ready room. Even then, she couldn’t look the Hirogen leader in the eye.
"It is rare to find someone who enjoys the pursuit as much as we do."
Janeway gave him sneer in response. "It’s not the pursuit. It’s the material gains that drive us."
"You make the game for fun, Captain. Use of your holodecks, weapons, your crew joining in with us to hunt down and obliterate our common enemy."
"I like beings who appreciate violence as much as we do," Janeway said, moving past the Hirogen to the door. "Just remember; you get the prey, we get passage through your space. You lie to us, and I won’t hesitate to use the deadliest of force."
"Of course."
**
She stood in the real water shower, as hot as she could stand it. The grime and sweat had become too much, even for her. Two weeks of endless holodeck games with the Hirogen while they hunted their prey, was making even Kathryn Janeway tired.
Between herself and Chakotay, they had managed to find all the crudest and most unexpected places to practice their lust. Medieval torture chambers, in which Kathryn had found a new use for the rack. There was the scalping carnage of prairie battle with them, watching from a hillside, while indulging in heated sex.
Her favorite had been the peepshow, in which she and Chakotay had been the main attraction for the Nazi clad Hirogen.
Swish
"What took you so long?" she asked as the shower door opened and Chakotay stepped in. She smiled as she saw the long score marks from her nails, running down his back.
"You missed the excitement. B’Elanna had Paris in the cave, doing some the most ancient Klingon rituals on him. He was actually enjoying it."
"Hmm," she said, turning her back to him, in one of her favorite games. "Sounds if you were too."
Chakotay turned her around and shoved her against the wall. He put both hands on her waist and hiked her up. Her legs instantly went around his waist, pressing her against his arousal.
"I did. Now, I intend to demonstrate what I saw," Chakotay hissed, pulling her head to the side and attacking her neck, drawing blood in some places, as he let the heat of lust overpower him.
"Bastard. I’m not a Klingon," she groaned as he found the erotic area behind her ear. "And I’m nobody's prey."
He slid into her, making her climax immediately. The friction of her back against the shower wall was making her scream, not only with the orgasm that ripped through her body, but the friction, just made it all the more powerful.
"You’re my prey. I’d hunt you to all ends of the galaxy and back, just for a piece of you."
Kathryn took the opportunity to reciprocate his actions. She bit his shoulder, drawing blood, then smiling evilly as she watched the water wash it away. She pushed away from the wall, forcing him threw the door, which hadn’t closed and to the counter, where he quickly turned her around so her back was to the fogged mirror.
"I think you have that wrong."
He quickly pressed his lips to hers, forcing open her mouth and ravaging the inside. Kathryn fought back with equal force, biting at his lips.
He pulled back, continuing to thrust hotly into her, driving her further back. Kathryn arms and hands went to the back of her, pushing counter to Chakotay. He changed his rhythm, allowing him to push deeper into her. Kathryn began screaming as their combined orgasms approached.
They collapsed against each other. "I’m glad they’re leaving tomorrow." Kathryn said breathlessly as Chakotay pulled out of her. "Shit, I’m going to need another shower." She said upon looking at herself.
**
"When diplomacy fails. . . the only alternative, is violence." She turned toward the visiting dignitary. "That’s the Starfleet way."
"I see we understand each other." The saccharine dripped from the man's voice.
"You want me to find your enemy and destroy him. Sounds like a good bargain for you, but what’s in it for us?" She walked over to stand beside the man.
"A way home," he said. Kathryn listened to his babbling, then agreed to help. If it would get them home.
**
She stepped into the turbo lift a short time later on her way to the bridge. She had agreed to take care of the leader, using all methods she knew. She was pushed against the wall of the lift.
"Halt lift," she said and turned in his arms. "You’ve done well, Cha-kotay." He thrust his hand inside her uniform.
"I enjoy serving under you and over you, Captain."
"Yes, but now you have a job to do and I expect you to do it."
"Yes, sir."
Kathryn grabbed onto him and squeezed. "My ready room, half an hour. We have some unfinished business to attend to."
Chakotay pulled his hand out of her uniform and stepped back beside her. He put his hand in the small of her back as she ordered the lift to resume. As they stepped out onto the bridge, he let his hand slide down and between her legs, where he pinched her, making her jump slightly.
"It’ll be my pleasure, sir," he said as the command team stepped onto the bridge, ready to destroy another civilization.
They exchanged wicked grins as they planned the next attack.
**Finis**