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Abuse of Command Disclaimer: Hey, Paramount, if you want this, feel free!! Somehow don’t think you will. Rating: NC-17 Codes: J/Owen Paris. Yes, I know this isn’t a pleasant thought, but please, bear with me! Summary: Commander Janeway fails her Captain’s Exam. Just what would she be prepared to do for that extra pip? “I’m sorry, Katie, I realise this must be devastating.” “But I studied so hard …” Owen Paris considered the defeated young woman seated opposite him. “You realise,” he began, rising and walking around the desk, “that you only have one more chance to pass the Captain’s Exam?” Kathryn Janeway blinked fiercely. “Yes …I really thought I’d done it this time …” Owen sat on the edge of the desk and touched her shoulder. “I know how important this is, Katie. I understand the burning desire that pushes you forward. You’re father was an excellent officer. He’s a hard act to follow.” “I wanted to make him proud of me,” Janeway whispered. “You’re an accomplished scientist …” “It’s not enough.” Her gaze flicked up to meet his. “I’ve worked damn hard for this promotion, sir. I deserve to make Captain.” Owen’s palm moved to massage her collarbone. “Yes, you do. Starfleet needs Captains like you. Intelligent, caring, inquisitive …” He took a breath. “I’ve always had a soft spot for you, Katie. Let me help you.” “How?” she asked, her forehead creased in confusion. “I’m not without certain influence around here.” Kathryn looked up into the craggy face of her mentor. “I’m not sure I follow …” His fingers began caressing the curve of her neck. “Admiral Davies is a personal friend of mine. All it would take is little word over a couple of drinks and you’d have that fourth pip.” Kathryn shied away from his touch. “Don’t be shy, Katie. We can both benefit from this,” he soothed, lightly stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers. Janeway swallowed hard. “I thought I’d earned your respect.” “You have. But you intrigue me. You’re so damn efficient and proper, with your tidy little bun and immaculate uniform. I wonder what you’re really like – underneath all that. I imagine you, wild and abandoned, with that beautiful red hair untamed …” “What do you want?” He trailed a finger over her lips, smudging her lipstick. “My wife has taken Tom and the girls out to the coast. Maybe you’d like to stop by later and keep me company?” Janeway gave him a glare. “Do I have a choice?” Paris laughed and removed a red velvet box from the desk drawer. “Oh, you have a choice, Katie.” He opened the lid and showed her a set of shiny pips. “Captain, or Commander?” * The house was opulent and impressive. Situated well back from neighbouring properties and surrounded by high walls and state of the art surveillance. Kathryn Janeway wryly thought how well Starfleet protected their top officers. Unfortunately, that protection didn’t extend to the lower ranks. Kathryn took a deep breath and climbed out of the hover-car she had borrowed from her mother. She rang the chime and straightened her uniform. Owen Paris opened the door. He was casually dressed in a pale blue shirt and beige pants. “I had hoped you would be wearing something a little less formal.” Janeway stepped inside. “I didn’t realise this was a social encounter.” “Would you care for a drink?” “White wine.” Owen led her into the lounge and gestured for her to sit on the couch while he poured two glasses. “Did anyone see you arrive?” Behind his back, Kathryn rolled her eyes. “No.” He turned and gave her the wine, raising his glass in a mock toast. “To you, Captain.” Kathryn gave him a stony look. “Lets get this over with.” “What’s the hurry? We have all night.” “I can’t stay that long … my mother will worry. She’s expecting me.” Owen chuckled. “My dear, Katie, I hate to disappoint you, but I’m an old man! I couldn’t possibly last all night!” Kathryn tried to suppress her shudder. “Once, right? Straightforward. Nothing kinky.” He nodded. “Yes. And that fourth pip is all yours.” She took a gulp of her wine, as her eyes flicked around the room. It was homely, furnished in soft colours and adorned with family holo-prints. They seemed to be staring at her. Judging her. “Why here?” she asked. Paris shrugged. “Its convenient. Private.” Kathryn fidgeted with one of the pins holding her hair up. “Take it down.” She began slowly untwisting the severe bun, fingering the strands to loosen them. Her gaze was fixed on the plush carpeting. He watched as it fell around her shoulders. “You have beautiful hair,” he admired. Kathryn shrugged uneasily. “Please, lets just do this.” “Follow me.” The master bedroom was traditionally decorated in cream and pastel pink. The oversized bed was swamped with flowery covers and an abundance of pillows, all trimmed in delicate lace. More holo-prints glared disapprovingly from the dresser. “Isn’t there another room? I mean, you share this with your wife!” Owen pulled his shirt out from his pants and started undoing the buttons. “She’s hardly likely to jump out from the closet! Besides, would you rather use Tom’s?” Tom’s young trusting face invaded Kathryn’s thoughts and she fought to banish it. “This isn’t right …” Paris threw his shirt onto a chair. “I figured this might happen so I took the liberty of … bringing a little insurance.” He pulled the little velvety box out of his pocket and placed it on the nightstand. Kathryn stared at the longed-for pips and tried to ignore the nauseating sight of her mentor wearing only his pants and a white vest. “Take your uniform off, Katie,” he instructed. “I’m anxious to see the delectable body it’s been hiding.” Swallowing her pride, she removed her clothing and folded it neatly, placing it on the dresser so that it blocked the view of the family images. She turned to face him. “My God, you’re incredible,” he rasped, leering at her naked body. “A vision …” She visibly squirmed under his scrutiny. “I bet that boyfriend of yours appreciates your stunning figure.” Her eyes flashed dangerously. “With all due respect, that is none of your business!” Owen ran an insolent finger along her breast. “So young and firm.” His fingertips gave her nipple a tweak and Kathryn gritted her teeth as he dipped his head and hungrily latched on. “Beautiful,” he whispered, fondling the neglected breast and twisting the nipple into a stiff point. Kathryn studied the ceiling, refusing to witness the sight of Owen Paris sucking her crawling flesh. Oblivious to her discomfort and clenched fists, Owen lavished her small mounds with wet licks. “I’ve always been a tit man,” he grunted. “Then you must be disappointed,” she retorted. “Not at all,” he replied, squeezing them together and rubbing her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. “Though I’d love to see them swollen with milk …” “Not a chance in hell.” He pulled his attention away from her breasts and looked up. “Are you on boosters?” “Yes.” “Do you let that boyfriend fuck you?” Kathryn wasn’t sure what shocked her the most, his question, or the hand that snatched at her sex. “I bet you’re really adventurous,” he continued. “Do you suck cock? My wife won’t try it …” She entertained the hope that maybe she could bring him off enough with oral stimulation. “I can’t suck it through your pants. Take them off.” Paris quickly shed his remaining clothes and sat on the bed. Fighting her repulsion, Kathryn knelt between his legs and allowed him to slap his erection against her chin and mouth. “Take it,” he ordered. She barely had time to part her lips before he thrust it inside, gripping her hair tightly. “Holy shit!” Kathryn shaped her mouth into an ‘O’ and tried to control her gag reflexes as he pumped her head into his groin faster. “Incredible … sexy little mouth swallowing my prick.” She braced herself for a throat-full of cum and was surprised when he released his hold on her hair. “Get up here on the bed.” “On my back?” Paris thought about it for a moment. “No, on your hands and knees.” “Something else your wife won’t try?” He ignored the comment and knelt behind her, running a rough finger along her slit. “You’re very dry.” “You could always replicate some lubricant,” she answered, peering over her shoulder. His palm stroked the round cheeks of her butt. “And how would I explain that? We’ll just have to do this the old fashioned way.” Kathryn grimaced as he spat into his hand and smeared it over her sex then repeated the action to moisten his cock. “Ready?” “Just do it.” She gave a grunt as he pushed inside and started hammering her unprepared pussy. “Katie … Katie …” he moaned, gripping her hips and thrusting harder. Kathryn picked up the box from the nightstand and stared at the shiny pips. “I’m coming …” His movements became jerky. She tucked her dishevelled hair behind her ears and watched the light bouncing off the pips’ gilt surface, while Owen groaned and roared his release. He sat back on his heels and panted. “You’ve got a lovely tight vagina.” “Thanks,” she deadpanned, continuing to admire her new rank insignia. Paris brushed a finger along her pussy, swirling it in his leaking seed before pushing it inside her and adding another. Kathryn tried to wriggle away. “What are you doing?” “I had the urge to finger you.” “Well stop it!” “Do you take it up the ass?” “Mind your own damn business!” Kathryn heard the hiss of a hypospray and felt him harden again. “What was that?” “Just giving Mother Nature a helping hand. This time I should last longer.” “Great.” He penetrated her again. “You’re so wet and messy down there.” “Because I’m full of your cum!” “Do you like your new pips?” “They’re very bright and shiny.” “Your promotion is effective immediately.” Her grin soon became a snarl when his finger worked its way into her anus. “I don’t want you there!” “If I’m giving you a Starship, Captain, I think you should give me the satisfaction of sending you home with my sperm dripping from every orifice.” He withdrew and pressed his wet cock against her ass, forcing it passed her protesting muscles. She yelped. “Oh, God, this feels so tight!” he hissed. “I don’t like it …” “Beautiful … does your boyfriend do this?” His cock was pulsing in her rectum. “Does your wife?” He laughed and gave her buttock a slap. “God, you’ve got a great ass!” The gold pips were beginning to blur and Kathryn bit her lip as she felt his hands cup her swinging breasts. He squeezed her roughly and tugged on her nipples. “Such gorgeous little tits!” Her anus felt plundered and sore. “You’re hurting me!” It took a moment for his lust-filled brain to register her words. He eased his movements. “Sorry.” “Take it out!” She gave a relieved sob as he withdrew and rolled onto his back. “Perhaps you could fuck me,” he suggested. Kathryn reluctantly straddled him, easing herself down onto his fat prick. She winced as he resumed pulling on her nipples. “I think you’ll find they’re actually attached!” she barked. Giving her a leer, he dragged her towards him. “Let me kiss them better.” This time, Kathryn was forced to watch as his lips sucked her. “You taste so young and fresh,” he mumbled. She gritted her teeth and rocked against him, clenching her internal muscles to bring on his climax. “Oh God, Katie, that feels divine!” His breath chilled her nipples. “Does it feel nice for you?” Kathryn arched her eyebrow. “Talk to me, Katie,” he begged. “Lie to me if you have to!” “Oh, yes, you’re so big … this is the best sex I’ve ever had!” she claimed theatrically. Paris savagely yanked her distended nipples. “Ride me, Katie … you’re so tight and hot …” Kathryn picked up the pace, slamming her body down onto his. His hands left her sore breasts and grasped her hips, bouncing her up and down. “Going to come inside you …” The headboard banged loudly against the wall and Kathryn absently counted the beats. ‘Six, seven, eight, nine … oh, God, hurry up!” “Oh, Katie … Katie … so beautiful … now … yes … now …” He reared up, his face twisted in ugly, crude pleasure and his forehead wet with perspiration. Bile rose in Kathryn’s throat as she felt his semen hotly splatter her cervix. “Wow!” he gasped, falling back onto the pillows. Kathryn climbed off and reached for the throw draped on the footboard. She wrapped it around her naked body. “May I use the bathroom?” she whispered. Paris nodded, too exhausted to speak. Taking her clothes from the dresser, Kathryn stiffly walked into the en-suite and closed the door. She placed her uniform on the marble surround and then threw herself onto her knees by the toilet, vomiting violently. After several moments, the dry heaves finally stopped and Kathryn rose shakily to her feet. “Computer, activate sonic shower.” The cleansing waves hummed gently and Kathryn took a deep breath as they washed over her body, removing every trace of Admiral Paris. She gingerly touched her breasts. They were sore and tender and covered with angry red lines from his scratchy stubble. Shaking her head in disgust, she slipped a palm between her thighs and cupped her abused sex. She gently parted the sticky folds, exposing herself fully to the sonic rays, and felt the dried semen gradually disappear. Ten minutes later, and still feeling dirty, Kathryn stepped out of the cubicle and got dressed. Avoiding her reflection she rinsed her mouth, unsuccessfully trying to shift the bitter taste of vomit and Owen Paris’ sweaty penis. She wiped her mouth and tucked her hair behind her ears then straightened her shoulders and opened the door. Owen was standing in the centre of the room, looking hideous in a pair of over-sized white boxers and a thermal vest. In his hand he held the red box. “You’re not properly dressed,” he said, approaching her. “Kathryn Janeway, I am hereby promoting you to the rank of Captain.” His fingers fixed the pips to her collar, deliberately brushing her neck. “Congratulations.” “Thank you, sir.” Owen’s mouth suddenly slanted across hers in a hard kiss and his tongue attempted to prise her pursed lips open. Kathryn jerked away. “I won’t let you kiss me.” Paris grinned. “Can’t blame an old man for trying!” “You got what you wanted – twice – and now I’m going home.” He opened the bedroom door. “Drive carefully, Katie.” * The mourners sat talking in hushed whispers, their black clothing at odds with the pastel décor. Admiral Janeway suppressed a shudder; it had been almost fifteen years since she had been in this house. Nothing had changed. “Are you okay, Kathryn?” Chakotay asked. “Yes, fine. I should go and pay my respects to Tom,” she answered. “B’Elanna told me he’s taking it badly. All those years fighting with his father … then Voyager returns and it all changes, he’s welcomed back with open arms. One year on and Admiral Paris is dead. Tragic.” Kathryn patted his arm and gave him a sad smile. “Nothing goes how we plan, Chakotay,” she said then walked away. She found Tom in his father’s study. “How are you holding up, Tom?” Her former pilot turned to face her, his red eyes brimming with tears. “Why now? Miral’s going to miss him … I’d finally done something to make him proud …” “He was always proud of you, Tom,” Kathryn whispered. “No … I disappointed him … but you … oh, Captain … you were his favourite, not me, or my sisters. He was so proud of what you did … bringing Voyager home … He left a message for you … it’s here somewhere …” Tom searched the box on the desk and produced a PADD. He handed it to her. “I’d better go and check on mom.” Alone, Kathryn stared at the PADD. She activated it with shaking fingers. “My dearest Katie,” it said. “If you’re reading this I am already dead, but there is something I must tell you. A confession if you like. I love you.” Kathryn caught her breath. “I think I fell in love with you that first day you came into my office and asked me to be your sponsor. You had fire and spirit and I was instantly attracted to you. Forgive me, Katie, but I allowed those feelings to take over. “I knew you would never willingly date an old man like me, so I lied to you. You never failed the Captain’s Test. You passed first time with flying colours, but I manipulated the results so that I could have you. That night remains the best of my life. Sex with you was an unforgettable experience …” The PADD slipped from her fingers and bounced softly on the plush carpet. 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