Title: CAUGHT IN THE ACT - Five Vignettes
Author: T'Lin ( LinkyS@aol.com )
Series: ENT, TOS, TNG, DS9 & VOY
Code: (ENT) A/T; (TOS)K/S; (TNG)P/C; (DS9)S/Kasidy; (VOY)J/C
Parts: 5
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Challenge Scenario: Your Captain's love interest catches the Captain doing 
something very embarrassing. What is it? How does the Captain save the 
situation?

Note: written for the Captain's Fuh-Q Fest - 
http://www.geocities.com/five2goboldly/index.html 
http://www.asstr.org/~CaitN/caff/index.html

Archiving: ASC*, the CaFF and my own web page - 
http://www.geocities.com/tlin_s/  - all others, please ask.

Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own all things TREK, I just borrow from their 
universe for pleasure. No copyright infringement is intended, nor do I make 
any money off of this. 
 
Notes: Having asked for ideas for 'embarasing situations' I found myself 
unable to decide on which pairing to use, so I am determined to write 5 
different vignettes, one for each series.  Wish me luck 
 
Vignette One: ENT - Archer/T'Pol [R]
Vignette Two: TOS - Kirk/Spock [PG-13]
Vignette Three: TNG - Picard/Crusher [PG-13]
Vignette Four: DS9 - Sisko/Kasidy [ NC-17]
Vignette Five: VOY - Janeway/Chakotay [NC-17]

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Vignette One - ENT 
Archer/T'Pol [R] 
**********

Jonathan Archer was horny, no doubt about it. Usually, working
in close proximity to T'Pol was not a problem, but in the past
few weeks, it had become increasingly more difficult for him to
get through the day without a boner. 

Today had been exceedingly difficult, as they had taken the
shuttlepod planet side, and upon their return, spent several
hours waiting at the rendezvous spot for ENTERPRISE to return
from a survey mission. At first, discussion of their mission
kept his mind off of her proximity, but as their conversation
moved on to more personal matters, he found himself becoming
aroused. 

He was exceedingly relieved when ENTERPRISE returned. With
great haste, he gathered his things and made his way to his
quarters ... grateful for the native garments he was wearing,
for the voluminous robes hid his state of arousal in a way that
his uniform would not have.

****

As Archer stripped in preparation for a much needed shower, his
thoughts were once again focused on T'Pol. In the months they
had served together, he had grown quite fond of her ... and he
had a feeling that she had feelings for him as well, even if she
would not admit them to anyone, including herself. 

Of course, as Captain, he could not initiate a relationship
with her ... especially with her serving in the capacity of his
First Officer. But then again, she technically wasn't, since she
was not part of Starfleet ... but that was just a technicality.
He *was* her commanding officer; for him to initiate anything
besides a working relationship with her would be highly unethical.

With these sobering thoughts in mind he showered, and slowly,
his erection faded as it had every night for the past week. He
dried himself, and donned a loose fitting pair of shorts and a t-
shirt. He grabbed a couple of data padd's from his desk, and
made himself comfortable on his bed to read the reports from the
various departments of the ship. 

Much to his surprise, the first padd he activated did not have
the engineering report that he expected. His mind was slow in
reacting, but his body was not ...as the image on the small
screen registered, he was instantly hard and aching for the
release he had denied himself earlier. 

Without thought, he took himself in hand, and began to pump ...
the image of a nearly naked T'Pol playfully seducing him from
his padd. Even in his need, a part of him was analyzing the
situation. Obviously, this picture was *not* of T'Pol ...
someone had doctored it ... but who? And how had it gotten on
his data padd?

But in no time, all rational thought left him, as he brought
himself ever closer to his release. He could feel his body
tightening in preparation. Suddenly, his door buzzer sounded. 

He swore. 

Still painfully aroused, yet far from release, he took a few
cleansing breaths, before calling out, "Who is it?" He was
startled by the sound of his voice, altered as it was by his lust.

"It is T'Pol," she said, then there was a slight pause before
she added, "may I speak with you a moment?" 

Archer swore softly to himself, as he pulled himself together.
"Yeah ... just a ... just a moment," he said, as he frantically
pulled on his robe to hide his state from her. 

Sensing that something was amiss, T'Pol hesitantly asked, "is
everything all right, captain?" But as she finished the
question, the door opened. When she saw him, she assumed she had
awoken him, and hastily added, "Forgive the intrusion ... I did
not realize you were sleeping."

"Oh ... I ... um ... wasn't sleeping," he said hesitantly. At
his stammered words, T'Pol gave him a closer look. Perhaps he
was imagining it, but her gaze seemed to focus on his crotch. 

Suddenly her eyes lit up, and one brow slowly crept upward as
she made eye contact with him. Boldly, she crossed the room and
picked up the data padd that he left lying on his bed. As she
looked at the image on the tiny screen, she turned back to him,
and calmly asked, "Captain, do you indulge in this solo sexual
gratification often?"

He searched her face for signs of anger, or disgust, but found
only curiosity. Knowing that nothing less than the truth would
suffice, he said, "Less often than my body demands, yet far more
often than I'd like." With nothing to loose, he continued,
"Personally, I prefer the company of another warm body when
relieving such tensions. What about you?"

She hesitated, and he feared he had gone too far. But then she
took a step closer to him, placing the padd on the desk as she
did so. As she reached out to lightly touch his face, she said,
"Personally, I have had no experience, one way or the other ...
yet I have sensed your need in recent days, and I find myself
strangely drawn to you." 

As she touched his face, she had opened her mind to receiving
his surface thoughts. His need nearly overwhelmed her, as did
her sudden desire to reach out and touch him more intimately.
With one hand still on his face, she parted his robe with the
other, running her hand down his body until she came to his
erection.    

He gasped at her touch. At the sound, she pulled her hand away,
making him moan in protest. He was too far gone now to last more
than a few seconds, he was sure. Realizing that she could read
something of his thoughts, he brought an image to his mind;
T'Pol, on her knees, sucking his cock.

No sooner did he think this, than she was kneeling before him,
both hands under his waistband, sliding his shorts down to his
ankles. His cock was thick and hard and throbbing ... a milky
bead of pre cum leaking from the tip. 

T'Pol was hesitant yet curious. As she looked up into Archer's
eyes, her finger circled the bead of moisture on his cock,
making him shiver all over in anticipation of her tongue
following the same route. 

No words passed between them, yet everything Archer envisioned
her doing to him, she did ... it was amazing! As she opened her
throat to his thrusts, he was surprised by the warmth of her
mouth ... and the incredible things she was doing with her
tongue. When at last he came, she milked him for all he was
worth, and then some.

He was, as they say, fully satiated as he collapsed on the bed.

****

When he awoke several hours later, she was gone. At first, he
wondered if he had perhaps dreamt the whole thing. After all,
there was absolutely no sign that T'Pol had ever been in his
room ... or so he thought at first. But as he looked around, he
noticed that the data padd he had been looking at was now
propped on the shelf next to his bed, with a blinking indicator,
letting him know there was a message waiting for him. 

Activating the small screen, the image he had seen prior to his
sexual encounter popped up, then was quickly replaced with
another ... the only difference being that *this* image of T'Pol
was completely naked. As his body responded to the image before
him, his mind registered the vocal message that was overlying
the image: "Never doubt it ... never hesitate to ask."

Archer smiled, as he prepared for the day ... looking forward
to exploring the night with T'Pol. 

===================

Vignette Two - TOS 
K/S - PG-13 
**********

Spock made his way to the quarters that had been assigned him.
It was, in fact, the first time since his arrival aboard the
ENTERPRISE that he had considered the need for rest. He had only
set foot in these rooms once before, and that was only long
enough to change into the uniform the quartermaster had provided
for him.

Having left Gol, and Vulcan, rather unexpectedly, he had
brought only the clothing he had been wearing ... after all, he
had not intended to stay any extended period of time. There was
only one goal on his mind ... to make a connection with the
entity that had called to him. He *knew* that it would have all
the answers he had been seeking.

How wrong he was.

Not only did V'Ger *not* have any answers, it was asking many
of the same questions ... but ultimately, this encounter *did*
provide Spock with the answers he had been looking for. They had
been before him all along, in the being of James T. Kirk.

/~/ ah, James /~/ Spock thought, as he removed his uniform, and
donned the black meditation robe he had been wearing when he
arrived. Spock knew that his years in the Vulcan desert had not
been entirely kind to him ... especially in the face. The lines
and wrinkles made him appear far older than was normal for a
full-blooded Vulcan of his age, and he could only assume that
his human genes were partially to blame.

But James ... the years had been kind to him. Spock's first
thought upon seeing him on the bridge was that the desk job had
been beneficial, after all. He had obviously been finding time
to exercise, for he seemed to be in far better shape physically
than when the ENTERPRISE had concluded its five-year mission.

Just thinking about his trim physique aroused Spock in a way
that he had not been aroused for many long years. Until this
very moment, he thought he had purged such physical responses
from his life ... once again, he was wrong.

Deciding a cold shower was called for before he attempted to
meditate, he removed his robe, and crossed to the bathroom door.
As he reached out to press the door release, a small sound came
from the other side, and he had a brief thought that perhaps
this ship, like it's predecessor, had shared bathrooms.

But it was too late to retreat. As the door opened, Spock
instantly took note of the bald man standing at the sink, razor
in hand as he shaved the wisps of hair from his chest. Turning
at the sound of the door opening, Spock could see the ponch
hanging over the towel that was loosely tied around his hips.

"Damn," he swore, and turned his back on Spock.

It wasn't until he swore that Spock realized that this
apparition before him was his Captain, so changed was he from
the man he had seen in uniform just hours before. "Jim?" Spock
whispered in mild disbelief.

"Yes, Spock," was the reluctant reply. Kirk grabbed the robe
that was on the hook next to the door, and put it on before
turning once again to face Spock. "Damn, I really didn't want
you to see me like this."

"I do not understand." It was more a statement than a question.
Truth be told, no matter how aroused Spock had been by the 'fit'
appearance of his Captain, seeing him like this was even more
arousing. 

Perhaps it was the vulnerability ...the lack of perfection,
which made Spock more at ease with his own appearance. Whatever
the reason, Spock was becoming more aroused by the minute ...
and was somewhat surprised that Jim had not taken note of the
fact, seeing that Spock was completely naked.

But Kirk had turned away at Spock's words, trying to voice an
explanation. "You see, Spock ... when I heard of the trouble
Earth was in, I knew the ENTERPRISE was the only ship that could
deal with the problem ... but I couldn't let Decker do it alone.
He never would have been able to pull it off." 

There was a slight pause, then he continued, "Since Lori and I
split six months ago, I let myself go a bit ... but I knew I
needed to be perfectly fit if I wanted this assignment, so I
cheated a bit." As he said this last, he reached down and picked
up a corset-like contraption that was on the floor with his
uniform. 

Holding the corset up, he sucked in his gut, and said with a
slight smile, "This thing sure beats the hell out of sucking it
in all day."  He then dropped it once again to the floor and
pointed to the counter beside the sink, saying, "I've been
wearing one of these things for years ... even before our last
mission ended."

At his admission, Spock raised an eyebrow, saying, "Indeed ...
I never realized."

Kirk turned to pick up the toupe from the stand it was on, so
that he could put it back on. But as he lifted it up, Spock's
hand came to rest on his shoulders, his body pressed against
Jim's back, as he said, "Don't ... I find you ... quite
attractive ... just as you are."

There was no denying Spock's words. The persistent erection
pressing against his backsides was proof enough that Spock was
aroused. Jim did not turn, but lifted his eyes to meet Spock's
in the reflection of the mirror. "Spock, do you have any idea
how long I've waited for this moment?"

"Most likely, for as long as I have had these feelings for you,
but had been unable to express them." Spock slipped his hands
beneath the robe, and slid it off of Jim's shoulders, stepping
back just long enough to let it fall to the floor between them.
He then slid his hands down Jim's body, until he touched the
towel tied around his hips, and removed that, as well. He was
pleased to note that Jim was as fully aroused as he was.

Jim was breathing heavy as Spock's hands roamed over his body.
Finding it increasingly difficult to remain standing, he
whispered, "Spock, let's go to bed."

"Yes ... but first ... " and Spock hesitated. Reaching up to
touch Jim's bald pate, Spock seemed to come to a decision,
saying, "If we are to be completely honest ..." and proceeded to
remove his own hair. 

As Jim's smile widened, Spock's brow rose ... "Do not be too
smug over this... *mine* will grow back in time."

And so it would, for it had been shaved off while Spock had
been at Gol. 

==================

Vignette Three - TNG 
P/C - PG-13 
**************


It was good to be home.

Not that Jean-Luc Picard didn't treasure every moment of his
years in space, nor that he wouldn't jump at the chance to
return to exploration. But there was something about those first
few days and weeks when one returned to terra firma.

Of course, his time had hardly been his own since their return
... physical exams, meetings and debriefings seemed to take up
every day for the past week. In the evenings, he had been with
Beverly ... the relationship they had judiciously avoided while
on the mission simply falling into place once they were no
longer captain and subordinate.

He had finally had enough ... he would be spending this weekend
alone.

In a way, he felt a bit guilty, for he had told Beverly that he
had family business to attend to, and would be away until late
the next day. The twinge of guilt quickly subsided as he
contemplated his plans for the weekend ... after all, he didn't
want to hurt her feelings by telling her that he needed some
time to himself.

*******

Beverly was disappointed. With meetings and debriefings finally
over, she had been planning a romantic weekend for herself and
Jean-Luc. His sudden announcement of 'family business' came as a
surprise to her ... but she tried not to show her disappointment
too much.

Resigned to the lack of companionship for the weekend, she
spent her day shopping ... a few sexy nightgowns, teddies and
other such items to entice Jean-Luc. As she was heading home,
she had a brilliant idea. She made a couple of stops on her way
home, so she could surprise him when he got home the next day.

It was a restless night.

By mid morning, she was becoming eager, so she made her way up
to Jean-Luc's apartment.   With champagne, caviar, and other
assorted food items in hand, she then chose the sexiest teddy
she had bought the day before.  She would be lying there,
waiting ... she knew he would be unable to resist her.

******

As the door to Jean-Luc's apartment opened, she could hear the
sound. At first, she did not know what it was, but it was
obvious that it was coming from the livingroom. Carefully
placing her bundles on the counter, she made her way into the
other room. 

She froze at the sight before her. 

Jean-Luc -- dressed only in boxers and a t-shirt, reclining on
his sofa, surrounded by dozens of empty beer cans, bags of
chips, and a half eaten pizza -- was yelling at the rugby match
he was watching on the holovid.  

He had not noticed her, of course. 

Beverly stood there for several minutes, appalled ... how dare
he lie to her! As he continued to yell his encouragement to the
players on the screen, she contemplated her options. At last,
she decided on a plan. 

Returning to the kitchen, she picked up the bag with her teddy
in it, and went into the bathroom to change. Emerging minutes
later, black lace teddy, silk stockings and stiletto's, she
returned to the livingroom and made a b-line for Jean-Luc. 

She was nearly in front of him when he finally noticed her ...
the look on his face was a mixture of horror and lust. Horror
over her seeing him as he was ... lust, just because. He fumbled
with the controls, trying to turn off the game as he frantically
tried to come up with an explanation for his condition. 

But before he could make a coherent statement, Beverly
interrupted. "Had what you told me been the truth, this would
have been waiting for you," she said, indicating herself, as she
stood before him in a sexy pose. "And had you told me the truth,
that you wanted the weekend to yourself, this," she made a
slightly different pose, "would have been waiting for you the
next time we planned to get together."

She then turned and picked up her coat, and putting it on,
added, "But lies do not deserve a reward ... too bad, really,
because there was more where this came from." She turned on her
heal, and left the room, calling back as she did, "Perhaps
Deanna will appreciate me more."

Jean-Luc sat, surrounded by empty beer cans, bags of chips, and
half eaten pizza. "Merde."

===============

Vignette Four - DS9 
Sisko/Kasedy - NC-17 
*********************


Captain Benjamin Sisko had been in a never ending struggle with
Constable Odo since the day he took over command of Deep Space
Nine. That struggle had been over where to draw the line when it
came to personal privacy ... especially where certain civilian
personnel were concerned.

Eventually, they had come to an agreement whereby 'private
quarters' were off limits for surveillance equipment. But today,
the old argument was resurrected. Odo was once again
overstepping his bounds as far as Sisko was concerned, yet Odo
argued that Garak's 'back room' was part of his shop ... no
different than the store room or office.

The fact that it was set up as 'living quarters' was beside the
point, as far as Odo was concerned. After all, Garak *had*
separate living quarters ... to Odo's way of thinking, this room
was obviously used for illicit affairs and shady deals ... there
was no other explanation.

Of course, Odo knew that he would need proof of said
activities, to justify the surveillance ... proof he could not
get without the use of the very same equipment. A lovely
circular argument, if ever there was one. So, Odo went ahead and
used the surveillance equipment to gather the evidence he needed
to justify its use.

Sisko was no pleased. But Odo was adamant about him viewing the
tape he had made. 

Since the day the Cardassians departed from DS9, he had been
convinced that Garak's 'exile' was a front ... that he had been
deliberately left on DS9 by Dukat as a spy. And now that the
Cardassians were allied with the Dominion, he trusted Garak even
less.

He was also finding it very difficult to trust Doctor Bashir
these days. The very thought that there had been a changeling
imitating the doctor for an unspecified period of time without
being detected was galling to Odo. Even now, he was unconvinced
that the *real* doctor was the one that was with them on a daily
basis. So when Bashir started making daily visits to Garak's
shop, spending anywhere from thirty minutes to two hours at a
time in the 'back room' ... well, Odo knew he had to find out
what was going on.

The tape he handed Sisko was a bit more revealing than he
expected ... but for the safety of the station and all aboard,
it was his duty to inform the captain of the situation.

*****

Sisko sat, contemplating the tape Odo had handed him this
morning. He had not been very forthright over the contents,
simply stating that he had been observing some rather odd
behavior between Garak and Bashir over the past few weeks. This
tape was a compilation of several days worth of clandestine
visits. The earlier visits were only recorded in the outer rooms
of the shop, but the last one ... the one that concerned Odo the
most ... included footage from the back room.

As Odo handed him the tape, he added that, although there was
no sound, it was quite obvious by their actions what was
transpiring ... for the safety of the crew, he thought that
Sisko should be made aware of the situation.

Reluctantly, he placed the tape in the viewer. The first image
to come up was of Doctor Bashir entering the shop, and handing
Garak a small package. The smile that lit Garak's face told
Sisko that he was pleased by the transaction. A short
conversation ensued, and Garak slipped into the back for a brief
moment, returning with what looked like a book ... after handing
it to the doctor, they exchanged a few more words, then Bashir
left.

//so far, nothing unusual in this// Sisko thought, knowing that
Garak and Bashir exchanged books on a regular basis, usually
discussing them over lunch in the replomat. 

There was a slight pause in the tape, then the scene seemed to
play over again ... it took a minute for Sisko to realize that
this was a different encounter, for although it started very
much the same, with Bashir giving an item to Garak, it soon took
on a slightly different tone. 

Bashir seemed to be returning the book from the previous
encounter, and as he did so, Garak grabbed hold of his arm, as
if to keep him from leaving. The look on his face was one of
serious intent ... almost sinister in nature. Bashir, however,
did not seem to put up any kind of struggle as he was led into
the back room.

As Sisko watched, he noted that there was a time index at the
bottom of the screen ... every few seconds, there was a 'jump'
in the playback, and the time index jumped ahead by 10 minute
increments. At last, some 40 minutes later by the time index,
Bashir reemerged from the back room, slightly rumpled looking,
and carrying a small parcel. 

There was no sign of Garak.

//curious// Sisko thought. But before he could contemplate the
situation too closely, there was another pause, and a third
encounter between the two started on his screen. Like the first
two, Bashir came into the shop bearing a package of some sort
... Garak's smile was very predatory, as he took the preferred
item, and motioned for the doctor to follow him. 

This time, when they made their way into the back room, there
was a change in perspective on the camera view, and Sisko was
able to 'follow' them ... what had appeared to be a clandestine
exchange of items for an unspecified purpose soon took on new
meaning as Garak pulled the young doctor into a fierce embrace.

Sisko sat, appalled, as he watched the Cardassian tear at the
uniform the doctor was wearing ... there was no denying that the
uniform was in shreds in seconds. He watched helplessly as the
doctor was thrown to the bed, face down. Garak was soon just as
naked as Bashir, and was upon the young man, holding his hands
above his head, as he forcefully spread the doctors legs, and
entered him. 

The lack of preparation appalled Sisko, yet at the same time,
he found the violent act slightly arousing ... there was
something about the power Garak had over Bashir that Sisko found
appealing. He was shocked to discover this about himself, yet at
the same time, he continued to watch. 

That's when it hit him, he realized why he wasn't bothered more
by the image before him. Bashir was not struggling in the least.
Suddenly, Sisko wished there were sound to accompany the images
he was seeing, then he could determine if this was 'rape' or
'consensual' ... he was beginning to think it was the later,
regardless of what his eyes were telling him. 

Now fully aroused by what he was watching, he could see that
Garak had climaxed. Rolling off of Bashir, the young doctor
rolled onto his side, and Sisko could now see that this had,
indeed, been a pleasurable experience for the young man. Bashir
was still aroused, and Garak shifted his position so that he
could offer some relief to the swollen cock. 

Why Odo would assume there was a danger to the station because
these two were lovers was beyond his comprehension. He would
tell Odo as much ... after he was done here. In the meantime,
Sisko had released his own cock from it's confinement and was
jerking off, as he continued to watch the tape. As Garak gave
Julian a blow job, he got ever closer to his own release. 

Just then, he heard the door to his quarters open, and Kasedy
called out, "Ben, are you here? Our rendezvous with the
Captrialian freighter was canceled two days out of port, so we
turned around and ..." 

Sisko swore, fumbling with the remote, trying desperately to
shut off the recording, as her words trailed off. He was sitting
there, pillow in his lap, as she said, "What ...? Is that Garak
and Bashir?"

Caught, he turned and said, "It's not what you think."
Realizing how lame that sounded, he frantically tried to find
the words to explain, but then saw the look on her face ...
apparently, watching the Cardassian sucking on the young doctor
had a similar effect on Kasedy as it had had on Sisko. 

As she sat beside him on the sofa, she turned and said, "You
can explain later ... but first, let me take care of that for
you." Removing the pillow, she bent her head, and proceeded to
imitate what Garak was doing to Julian, adding a soundtrack to
the image on the screen.

=================

Vignette Five - VOY 
J/C - NC-17 
*****************


Chakotay was a happy man. It had taken time, and perseverance
on his part, but he had finally convinced Kathryn that they
belonged together ... regulations and protocol be damned. 

For the past seven months, they had been lovers. They had been
the happiest months in Chakotay's life. The only thing that
would make him even happier, aside from getting home, was if she
would consent to move in together ... but on that issue, she was
adamantly opposed. 

As a mater of fact, her insistence that he not spend the night
with her one night out of every five was also troubling to him,
but he had accepted her terms in order to be with her. At first,
he assumed she needed the 'space'... a night to catch up on her
rest, as it were. 

But after a few months, he started to notice than the mornings
after her night alone, she seemed more listless and tired ...
unable to comprehend the simplest request or comment until at
least her third cup of coffee. It usually only took a cup and a
half for the cobwebs to clear.

Curious, he set out to discover what she did on her 'night off'
... after all, as First Officer, it was his duty to see that the
Captain was fit for duty at all times. Well, that's the excuse
he would use if anyone caught him spying on her.

A simple inquire to the computer informed him that on the
nights in question, she had spent several hours in the holodeck.
Another search told him the program she was using ... the
'title' was less than helpful. A generic code, with a privacy
code number included ... it could only be accessed by Kathryn. 

Luckily for him, there was a Jeffries tube access port almost
across the hall from the holodeck entrance where he could wait
for her to appear. If possible, he would try to sneak in before
the door closed ... although that was highly unlikely. It was
more likely that he would only observe from a distance tonight
... and maybe confront her about it in the morning.

So he sat, and waited. It didn't take long for him to hear
footsteps coming his way. It could only be Kathryn at this hour,
but something sounded different about the step ... as she came
into view, he realized what it was. She was wearing black
leather boots, with very high heals ... the rest of her was
engulfed in a flowing black cloak made of some shiny, shimmering
material. 

He wondered what it concealed.

She stopped at the entrance to the holodeck, and punched in the
code to access her program ... "Program running," said the
computer, and the door opened. From Chakotay's vantage point, he
could see in ... what he saw startled him, and he gasped.

Kathryn turned at the sound. "Who's there?" she asked, as she
whirled around in search of the intruder. Chakotay stepped out
of his hiding place, curious, and highly aroused by what he saw.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, as he came into view.

He noticed that she was blushing, which seemed at odds with the
scenery behind her in the holodeck ... leather, chains and
devices of bondage. Instead of answering her question, he said,
"You're embarrassed. Why? Did you think I wouldn't be interested
in your sexual fantasies?" 

He watched her face the whole time he spoke ... she could not
make eye contact with him. When he realized that she had spotted
his arousal, he smiled. "Tell me Kathryn, if it's a bit of
Dom/Sub you're looking for, I'm willing to play along." Stepping
towards her, he reached out for the front of the cloak, eager to
see her dressed as a dominatrix.

As his hand touched the cloak, however, she stepped back. "You
may want to reconsider your offer," she said, as her blush
seemed to increase. Then, very slowly, she opened the front of
the cloak. 

Chakotay was looking at her face when she did, lust in his
eyes. As his eyes traveled slowly downward, the lust was
transformed to puzzlement and curiosity. The woman standing
before him was completely transformed ... a black leather vest-
like corset was tied tightly enough to render her nearly flat-
chested. The leather boots he had noticed before covered her
entire leg, to mid-thigh. But most startling of all was the
black leather harness, and the large, black dong it held in
place. 

Suddenly realizing they were still in the hallway, Chakotay
stepped forward, grabbed Kathryn and moved them both through the
open doorway beyond the sensor, so it could close. As he did
this, their bodies came together, and he found the strap-on cock
pressed against his own erection, adding to his arousal. He
kissed her, hard ... it only took her a second to react and
return the kiss.

But she was the first to pull away. "No, Chakotay ... you
should go." She knew he would never understand her need to fuck
a man, as a man ... he probably thinks she has a female love
slave in the program, or something. 

"Don't make me go, Kathryn ... I'll do anything you want."
Chakotay was eager to be her bottom, if only she would let him.
Of course, he had never told her about his male lovers, so she
had no way of knowing this. 

"Do you have any idea what it is I want to do to you?" she
asked. 

"Yes," he answered, then dropped to his knees in front of her,
as he continued, "it's been far too long since anyone has
touched me like that. I'd be more than grateful to you for it." 

"Very well." She then turned and walked away. He looked up,
curiosity in his eyes, as she turned back to him and ordered,
"Strip ... and make it fast."

He obeyed, and allowed her to have her way with him, eager to
follow her every command.

*****

Chakotay was a happy man. It had taken time, and perseverance
on his part, but he had finally convinced Kathryn that they
belonged together ... regulations and protocol be damned. 

They had finally 'tied the knot' a few months ago, and all was
right with the world. Four nights a week, they spent in
Kathryn's quarters, tenderly making love. On the fifth, they
were in Chakotay's newly transformed quarters, complete with all
the latest in s/m devices. 

Who could ask for a better life than that.

~ende~

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