I was asked by members of JetC 15 & JetC 16 to write a NC-17 version of my story “Under the Desk”. So, here you go.

Disclaimer: Heaven forbid that Paramount should ever allow Chakotay under the desk of Kathryn Janeway, let alone what I’m going to have her do to him. (wicked grin inserted here)

“Under Duress”

By Mindy

Two weeks had passed since the incident in the ready room. ‘Incident’ being the key word as far as Kathryn Janeway was concerned. It had been a harmless, or so she thought, break from the monotony of duty. All they, they being herself and Chakotay, had been doing, was he was reading her palm. Yet when the door chimed signaling Tuvok and Tom’s arrival, the two had panicked.

Chakotay had dived under her desk to avoid detection, though if Tuvok or Tom had wanted, they could have inquired to the computer just where he had been. At first, it had been fun, sitting under Kathryn’s desk, watching her from just above her waist down. Soon, he had tired of listening to Tuvok’s droll report and had decided to have some fun.

He’d been harmless. At first, just pulling on one of her feet. Eventually, he’d tugged off her boot and proceeded to tickle her feet. When he’d tired of that and was still listening to Tuvok go on and on, he’d gone a little bit further and had drawn his fingers up lightly from the bottom of her feet up to her upper thigh, then traced lighting back down along the inside of her leg.

The more he’d done, the more she’d squirmed. She’d stamped her feet, she’d wiggle. Anything to stop him tormenting her like he was.

What saved her was the fact that Tom had come to very wrong conclusion; that she had been drinking so much coffee, that she had to go to the bathroom. Tuvok and Tom made their exit and when the coast was clear, Chakotay had climbed out from under her desk. She’d pushed off her desk, thumping against the back wall. Kathryn had slapped him a good one and had called him an ass. He’d told her that at least it had gotten Tuvok to shut up.

Two weeks. Kathryn had been formulating what exactly she wanted to do to him for two weeks. She knew she would have her revenge, it just finding the right time and place to do it.

With purposeful strides, she headed toward Chakotay’s office. The computer had confirmed that he wasn’t there, which was all the better. She had left her badge in her quarters, just in case anyone had decided that they wanted to find out where she was. Most certainly, her precaution had also been because of a certain nosy pilot, doctor, ambassador and former Borg which seemed to interrupt at the most inopportune moments.

Kathryn keyed open the door to Chakotay’s office and slipped inside the semi dark room. Without adjusting anything, she slid beneath his desk and waited. All the while, wicked thoughts danced throughout her head. Just what could she do to him? Many things, obviously.

As she waited, her internal clock kept the time. Fifteen minutes. Ten minutes. Seven minutes. Kathryn ran a finger over a miniscule bump beneath the skin at her wrist. It was slightly irritating, but she dealt with it. With any luck, her first officer would never know what hit him.

Soon enough, seven minutes were up and she could hear his voice outside the door. It sounded like he was talking to B’Elanna about something. She heard him say ‘see you later’ and then he was inside.

“Lights at 50%,” he ordered the computer.

The light brightened to half of full intensity and Kathryn sighed silently. She listened to him putter around his room. Kathryn watched his feet. For a brief moment, she had thought that he would finally sit down at the desk. He stepped around and she could see his feet. But apparently, all he was doing was picking up a padd on the desk. As the afternoon progressed, Kathryn fought sleep. She thought of just either announcing her presence or just tapping the transponder and returning to her ready room. Just as she shifted to a more comfortable position, the opportunity presented itself.

~chime~

“Come in,” his voice said and suddenly, the chair was pulled from under the desk and he sat down, pulling himself up.

“Commander,” Seven’s voice said. Kathryn rolled her eyes in her hiding spot.

“Seven,” Chakotay replied. “We’ll begin as soon as B’Elanna arrives.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the door chimed again and Chakotay allowed B’Elanna to enter the room as well. Kathryn could hear her steps and her plop down on the chair without much thought.

“Okay,” Chakotay began, “there’s a reason why I asked both of you here. First and foremost, I’d like to try and resolve this problem before it ends up at the captain’s feet.”

“Agreeable,” Seven said.

“Fine,” B’Elanna replied with a sarcastic tone of voice.

Beneath the desk, Chakotay’s feet moved. Kathryn wanted to get this going and on a more personal note, she wanted to hear what was going on now. ‘Let him get comfortable’, she thought.

“Let’s get something straight. Seven, when you are working with Engineering, in engineering, anything in which engineering is in charge, you will follow orders of the superior officer in charge. Whether it be B’Elanna, Lieutenant Carrey—even Ensign Vorik. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Commander,” Seven replied.

“I want to make sure you understand. You ask before you remove tools from the department. If you do remove tools, I expect you to bring them promptly back when you are through. No more locking them in the Astrometrics lab with you. You clear repairs with B’Elanna. You do specifically what she tells you. No more, no less.”

Kathryn could almost imagine Seven, sitting there with her back straight as an arrow, her head tilted to one side, her eyes open wide in understanding and her lips slightly parted.

“Which brings me to one other item, Seven,” Chakotay began in with the second part of his lecture. Kathryn had never noticed just how he handled situations. Shaking her head, she decided now would be the perfect time to exact her revenge.

“. . .the lab is not your personal area. I don’t want that door locked for any reason, and especially with a Borg encryption sequence. . .” and with that Chakotay stopped in mid sentence.

Though not ticklish on his legs as a rule, he felt something—as if a bug were crawling up his leg. He shook his head, thinking he was off. There were no bugs on the ship. Kathryn slipped her hand away as his reached down to scratch the inside of his calf. A half smile graced her lips. So far so good, he had not a clue of what was going on.

“. . .as I was saying. . .” The tickling started again. Right above his ankle where the boots ended. Kathryn trailed her index up his leg, barely grazing his pant leg. Just enough to distract him. He shifted his leg as he talked, reaching down and scratching. Kathryn was always one step ahead of him; pulling her finger away as soon as he moved back to reach down and scratch the leg.

B’Elanna was watching him with a curious look. Chakotay was not known for squirming, especially when he was serious about something.

“Is something troubling you, commander?” Seven asked.

“No. Just an itch,” Chakotay replied.

“Maybe Neelix washed your uniform with Leola root,” B’Elanna offered.

Kathryn could almost see the look on Chakotay’s face. One that he saved for when he was really annoyed. It was all she could do to keep from laughing out loud.

After a bit, she tired of tickling him. The conversation was getting interesting, but boring. ‘So, this is what he felt like when he was stuck under my desk, listening to Tuvok. Seven is almost as dry,’ she thought. Then something occurred to her, something she wasn’t sure she could pull off, but would definitely be worth it in the long run.

She slid up, so she was almost touching him. Her fingers went to the zipper that was just below the waist band of the jumpers. Kathryn thanked the designers of the uniform for making the zippers quiet, so no one, not even a Vulcan could hear when they were pulled down.

Chakotay, in the midst of explaining what he wanted Seven to try when modifying her scans, became silent. A sudden draft had started below his waist—the feel of his zipper lowering. ‘What the hell?’ he thought to himself. It stopped and Chakotay thought that maybe he was hallucinating the whole thing.

“Onto the next item. The Delta Flyer. . .” Chakotay quieted and squirmed in his chair. Something warm, smooth and strong had surrounded a portion of his anatomy. As he spoke, the thing moved up and down the length of him; squeezing here, rubbing there. He could feel himself becoming aroused by the sensation. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t force himself to look down to see what--who, was doing this to him.

“B’Elanna has. . .full. . .authority on any. . .engineering matters that need to be done,” Chakotay choked out. The action had him hard—harder then he could remember being on his own. What was even harder to believe was that he had no idea who—what was doing this to him.

“I understand, Commander. There is no need to repeat yourself,” Seven answered. Her ocular scanner noticed the changing color in Chakotay’s face…pale to pink to pale to red. It was now bordering on purple.

“Good!” he said quickly as he felt something warm and wet surround his member. There was definitely someone under that desk and that someone was giving him the blow job of his life.

Kathryn, was fully enjoying herself. ‘Revenge is a dish that is best served cold’, she remembered. Chakotay wasn’t soon to forget this. He tasted slightly salty, and smelled of a combination of musk and maleness. She massaged him gently with one hand, the other encircling and moving a counter-rhythm to her mouth. Kathryn’s tongue snaked out to playfully lick at the underside. She quietly growled at the back of her throat to add a vibration to her ministrations.

“. . .then there is the adverse receptor relay. None of my team seems to be able to get an accurate hit on it. . .” B’Elanna was saying. Now, Chakotay was squirming effectively. The delicious sensation of being so completely surrounded and stimulated was getting to him. All he wanted was for the conversation to end so he could find out who was down there and why this was happening to him.

“. ..I don’t care… if you--HIT the broad side of A BARN,” he sputtered out. Seven and B’Elanna looked at each other. While they silently communicated, Chakotay felt himself tighten, then explode into the warm recesses of the persons mouth. He leaned back in his chair and breathed deeply; not feeling this good in a long time. Seven and B’Elanna looked at him with curiosity. As he got himself together, he felt his zipper go back up and he received a playful little squeeze.

“Dismissed,” he said to the two ladies.

Kathryn took her cue and tapped the transponder in her wrist, transporting her back to her quarters. There, she pinned back on her communicator and went to the bridge.

Meanwhile, as soon as B’Elanna and Seven had left, Chakotay had pushed off his desk and hit the wall. He was on his knees and seeing who had given him that mind blowing experience. There was no one there.

“Computer, locate Captain Janeway,” he asked, standing up on his knees, his hands on the table.

“Captain Janeway’s current location is the ready room.”

He sighed. “Computer, has Captain Janeway been in this office today?”

The computer took it’s sweet time answering. The voice on the processor sounded a little off when it finally did. “I’m not programmed to respond in that area, you ass.”

“Kathryn!” he said under his breath.

**Finish**



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