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Rating: NC-17 Codes: J/Mark, J/C Summary: Sequel to Private Dancer. If you haven’t read it, shame on you! It can be accessed here Prologue “I need to see you.” “It’s raining …” “Please.” “My mother is visiting …” “Walk your dog.” “Molly hates the rain!” “Kathryn …” “Okay. Give me thirty minutes.” “I’ll be waiting.” * Kathryn grunted, she was uncomfortable and in pain. “That’s it … oh, God, you feel good …” Kathryn’s shoulders were hurting, pulled tightly behind her by the bindings around her wrists. Her fingers had gone numb a while back. “Yesss … my captive …” He panted his enjoyment into her face and roughly groped her breasts. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now?” He tugged at her nipples and she gasped in pain. “Enjoying this? Slut?” “No,” she ground out. Her body was aching from his constant pounding. “Stop this … please … you’re hurting me …” “Thought you liked it like rough?” he goaded, grinding his body into her pubic bone. “No …” Kathryn could hear Molly’s whines as the dog anxiously pawed the closed door that separated them. “Shut up!” he yelled. “Or so help me, I’ll fucking phaser you!” “No, don’t,” Kathryn pleaded. “Molly, settle down girl,” she called out. “Be a good girl for mommy …” He laughed, “Maybe I’ll make you a proper mommy.” Kathryn shuddered. No way on Earth would she carry this bastard’s child. Not now. * She’d arrived at his place earlier, soaking wet and accompanied by a drenched red setter. He had taken her coat and begun kissing her neck. She’d tried to shrug him off, feigning headache. Her refusal angered him and he’d quickly bundled her into his bedroom and tied her hands behind her back. Having thrown her onto the bed, he’d straddled her, yanking off her damp clothing and sucking her flesh into angry marks. She’d struggled, but with her arms trapped underneath her, it was impossible. Tears stung her eyes as he’d plunged into her. * “I’m getting close,” he rasped. ‘Thank God!’ she wanted to cry. He gave a deep moan and pulled out of her abused sex. “From behind, I think,” he said, flipping her over and putting a cushion under her belly so that her ass was in the air. In an attempt to avoid suffocation, Kathryn twisted her face from the pillows and tensed, waiting for his intrusion. “You always hated to be taken like this, didn’t you?” he sneered, pulling her legs apart and forcing himself into her tightness. Kathryn bit her lip. “Hated to be taken like a bitch in heat, right? Ass up in the air while your pussy gets fucked! And it’s getting a good fucking now, isn’t it? Can you feel my cock inside you?” Her answer was a painful grunt. “Maybe I should just fuck your ass, God knows I always wanted to …” She found her voice. “No!” His thumb pushed against the tight opening. “Bet it would feel so good …” “Don’t please …” The bed creaked noisily as his thrusting increased. “Oh yesss …” Skin slapped against skin and Kathryn felt as though her body would split in two; every part of her hurt, including her tender nipples as they scratched against the harsh bedding. His pace faltered and she knew he was approaching his climax. “Fuck yes! I’m coming … I’m coming …fuck!” he roared, simultaneously pumping her full of sperm and ramming a finger into her anus. Kathryn cried out. Totally spent, he slumped forwards, squashing her. “Get off me,” she growled. “You’ve had your fun!” He rolled onto his back, panting. “Yeah, for now.” “Let me go,” she insisted, struggling to get up on her knees without the use of her hands. “My arms are hurting, untie me!” He reluctantly did as she asked then settled back, lazily watching her rub her wrists in order to get the circulation going again. “What the hell did you think you’d accomplish by this?” she hissed. “I thought being my captive would get you going,” he shrugged. Kathryn gave him a cold stare. “Yeah, right, Mark. Getting raped was a real turn on!” Mark Johnson sat up, indignantly. “I did not RAPE you, Kath!” “What the hell would you call it?” Kathryn screeched, grabbing her clothing and dressing as quickly as the pain would allow. “You hurt me!” “I didn’t mean to …” “Bullshit!” He reached for her and she recoiled. “Don’t EVER touch me again, Mark. We’re finished.” “You don’t mean that …” She eyed him coolly. “Oh, yes I do. How can I ever trust you after what you’ve done today?” “I was desperate … you’ve rejected me ever since you screwed that Maquis bastard!” “So you decide to rape me?” Mark tugged on his pants and fastened them. “I got a little carried away …” “You forced me,” she corrected, keeping the bed between them. “I thought you’d get excited, role playing … thought I could pretend I was him …” “He didn’t hurt me.” “Don’t you see it? He’s drove us apart!” “No! No, Mark. Chak-o-tay didn’t do anything …” “Oh its ‘Chakotay’ now, is it? Just listen to yourself! You say his name like its sacred!” Kathryn snorted. “This is ridiculous. I’m getting my dog and going home.” Mark slumped on the bed, arms outstretched. “Please, Kath, forgive me, we can work this out …” “No we can’t, Mark, its over. It’s been over since you pimped me out in order to get that promotion.” “I had orders to capture …” Kathryn raised a silencing palm and revealed the purple bruises forming on her wrist. “Yes, I know and you volunteered me, without thinking how it would affect us. You knew what would happen, that’s why you made me wear the cheap underwear. You treated me like a whore … and you’re just done it again. Goodbye, Mark. I don’t want to hear from you again.” She walked stiffly to the door and opened it. “Kath … please …” Mark’s pleading was drowned out by Molly’s excited barks. Groaning softly, Kathryn bent to retrieve the leash. “Time to go home, Molly.” Picking up her coat, Kathryn headed back out into the rain. * “Oh my God, Katie, whatever happened to you? You’re trembling …” “I’m okay, mom. I just need a hot bath.” Gretchen examined her daughter closely. “You’ve been crying, did you have a fight with Mark?” “What makes you ask that?” Kathryn asked, letting Molly off the leash. “He called just a moment ago.” Kathryn jumped as her mother tried to remove her coat. “Come on honey, you’ve got to get out of …good Lord, what are these?” Gretchen gasped, seeing the vicious marks on Kathryn’s neck. “Nothing.” “Don’t you lie to me, Katie!” Kathryn faced her mother and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall open to reveal every bite on her body. “Mark attacked me,” she whispered. * “I don’t give a shit whose golden boy he is, Owen! I want him punished for what he’s done to my Katie.” “Mom …” “Gretchen, I can understand what you’re going through …” “Can you? I wasn’t aware one of your babies has been … brutalised!” “Mom …” Owen looked down into his coffee cup. “We’ve known each other a lot of years, Owen, and you know I’ll protect my family, no matter what. I don’t give a damn whether I have to take on the entire Admiralty … I want that ‘animal’ arrested!” Kathryn jumped up. “Mom! Stop it! Please!” The sudden movement caused her discomfort and she winced, clutching her stomach. Gretchen hurried to her side. “Sit back down, sweetie. The doctor will be here soon.” Kathryn sat gingerly on the couch and took a deep breath. “Mom, I want to speak to Admiral Paris alone.” The older woman looked upset. “Okay, Katie. I’ll go make some more coffee.” Kathryn smiled warmly. “Thank you. Could you feed Molly? She must be starving, poor girl.” “Of course.” Owen Paris waited until Mrs Janeway had left the room before speaking. “Katie, I’m sorry this happened to you, but you understand how this would look within Starfleet? There are enough rumours circulating regarding the botched attempt to capture that Chakotay fellow. This would only add to the flames. A court case could cost you your career …” “I don’t want to press charges,” Kathryn said, softly. Owen patted her hand. “I know it will be difficult, but you should try to put this behind you … throw yourself into your work …” “Yes, Captaining my own Starship …” Owen’s brow creased in confusion. “Starship?” Kathryn raised her chin and stared at her former mentor. “I’ve heard about a new ship, Intrepid Class. Apparently it has state of the art, bio-neural circuitry, fifteen decks … the Fleet’s newest design. I believe its called USS Voyager.” Owen nodded slowly. “Yes, that’s correct.” “I want to be her Captain.” “Are you trying to blackmail Starfleet, Commander?” Paris quizzed. “No sir, not at all. I’m merely suggesting it will be difficult for me to press charges against Mark if my crew and I are assisting the Bajorans …” Paris interrupted. “Ben Sisko has that under control, Janeway.” Kathryn shrugged. “I’ll take whatever assignment I’m given, sir … but I will be Captain of Voyager.” Owen sighed. “So that’s the deal, huh?” “Yes, sir … that’s the deal.” * “Let her in,” Owen Paris instructed his aide. Kathryn Janeway stormed into the room. “Admiral Paris I demand to know whereabouts of my missing crewman!” Paris rose from his chair. “Do I have to remind you Captain that I out-rank you?” he growled. Properly chastised, Kathryn stood stiffly to attention. “I apologise, sir.” “Accepted. Now, I brought you here to discuss Lieutenant Tuvok’s disappearance and to introduce you to Admiral Hayes.” Kathryn glared at the paunchy man occupying the chair in the corner, noticing his presence for the first time. “We’ve already met, sir,” she answered. “Yes, I remember you, Janeway, although last time we met your attire was not nearly as formal.” Kathryn seethed and stared at a point above Admiral Hayes’ baldhead. “Henry, please,” Owen placated. “Kathryn, would you care to sit down?” “I’d prefer to stand, sir,” was her clipped reply. “As you wish,” Owen snapped. “Lets get straight down to business. As you may or may not be aware, the Maquis problem is getting out of hand and as a result, the Federation’s peace treaty with the Cardassians is under threat.” “These outlaws are undermining the democracy of the Federation’s charter and must be stopped!” Hayes roared. Kathryn’s gaze snapped to Paris. “Yes, quite, Henry. Now, Admiral Hayes’ here has specifically asked for your help, Captain.” “Mine?” Janeway deadpanned “Starfleet has managed to infiltrate the Maquis cell lead by Chakotay.” “Who’s the agent?” she asked sharply. “Lieutenant Tuvok. He’s been working undercover for two months. However, he has not communicated with us for the last three weeks. That’s where you come in …” “I don’t see how I can help. Chakotay would surely recognise me!” “You really think he’d remember you, Janeway?” Hayes hissed. “You flatter yourself.” “You flatter me also, Admiral, since you asked for my help,” she retorted. Owen smothered a grin. “Captain Janeway, Admiral Hayes seems to think that you are capable of capturing Chakotay. Apparently his belief stems from something Chakotay said to Agent Johnson during your ill-fated …mission.” Kathryn flushed remembering the feeling of Chakotay’s body between her thighs and the hot words he panted into her earpiece, his warning to Mark; “Give up, you’ll never capture me, your girlfriend might, but you won’t.” Paris coughed to regain her attention. “Your orders, Captain, are for you to take Voyager into the Badlands, to the last known co-ordinates of Chakotay’s ship, Liberty. We need you to find them.” “And if I do?” “Arrest them. Voyager’s brig is capable of holding them until you can release them to Starfleet authorities.” Hayes interrupted. “Arrest! Ha! If I had my way, I’d blast the cowardly bastards out of the skies!” “Fortunately, you are not President of the Federation, Admiral,” Kathryn coolly retorted. “When do I leave?” “Voyager will be ready to leave in three days.” “Permission to enlist the help of Tom Paris, sir,” Kathryn ventured. Owen’s jaw gapped. “My son? What for?” “He’s a former Maquis, it stands to reason he has knowledge of the Badlands.” Hayes answered her. “Permission granted, just bring those terrorists to justice.” Kathryn saluted and turned on her heel. “Before you go, Captain,” Owen called. “You’ll need to read up on what Starfleet Intelligence has gathered regarding the crew of Liberty … and it’s Captain.” Janeway took the case of PADDS and left the room. * Later, in her apartment, Kathryn sat on her couch with Molly nestled beside her. She scratched the setter’s ears and scanned the pile of PADDS. Finding the one she was looking for, she activated it and stared at the image of the man who occupied her fantasies. End of Chapter Two Would you like more of this? If so, tell me! Return to main index |
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