Oh What a Tangled Web

 

 (Also known as:  The Right Way, The Wrong Way and Jane(s)way)

By The Madwomen of JC-Forty Writers Group

    Part One

    by Boz

    Kathryn Janeway leaned back on her couch, watching the tall, cool ex-Borg across from her with some amusement.

    "Well, exploring other people's holo-programs is not something I would necessarily recommend, but I guess if you've had their permission......."

    "I have found it to be an effective way to explore the concepts of leisure time and fun, although I do not believe I have yet come to understand these concepts. Mr Paris's programme lacked colour and once I had efficiently occupied his antiquated robot as he requested, there seemed little else to do."

    Kathryn tried to hide her grin. She certainly had not found 'Captain Proton' fun, but there had been plenty to do to cope with the programme.

    "Naomi's fairy tales were mildly amusing, but I found that the Flotter character seemed to become obsessed with my clothing and imagined that I was some sort of a companion of his. I did not think his behaviour was suitable for Naomi to witness so I deleted the programme."

    "Surely, B'Elanna didn't ..........."

    "I have found her programs to be the most challenging so far. Battling a Targ and a horde of pillaging Klingons has honed my fighting skills. I do not know if the emotions I encountered could be considered to be 'fun' though. I will need to explore further in order to catalogue these feelings"

    "...and Harry?"

    "Mr Kim seemed somewhat discomforted by my request. He muttered something about falling out of a gondola into a polluted canal in Venice, then turned a strange colour, uttered one word, 'Beowolf', and left in a hurry."

    "So, why are you here?"

   "I approached Commander Chakotay and he told me that he knew that several years ago you had been exploring Victorian romance novels in your leisure time and that I might find these illuminating in my quest to explore fun."

    Kathryn shivered slightly. After her encounters with Lord Burleigh she had stored the chips in a box in the back of her drawer and had found other ways of entertaining herself in her limited leisure time.

    "Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt you, and you may find some fun in exploring old English country houses and examining how the aristocracy lived. I'll lend you my Lord Burleigh programme if I can find it. It's a long time since I have used that one."

    She rummaged around in her drawer and found the box. Opening it up, she pulled out the yellow chip, which would set the program in motion.

    "Thank you Captain. I have the holodeck booked. I shall report my findings back to you after I have used the programme."

    Kathryn showed her to the door and shook her head. She wondered if Seven would ever relax enough to truly explore the concept of fun. She set about getting ready for her shift on the bridge.

    *******************

    Seven inserted the chip and entered the programme. She was in a long hallway, lined with heavy oaken doors. She tried the first door but it led into a bathroom with a huge white bathtub in the middle. The second door creaked open into a large, darkened room, which appeared to be a bedroom. The walls were covered in deep red velvet and hung with paintings of horses and dogs gambolling over grassy hills. There was huge bed in the middle of the room, with four wooden posts reaching towards the ceiling. She took a step towards it, her heels clattering on the wooden floor, then stopped short. She realised there was a figure spread-eagled on the bed. With her visual acuity, she could see through the gloom that it was undoubtedly Commander Chakotay. His bronzed chest was bare, his lower flanks encased in tight fitting leather trousers. To her amazement, she saw that he was blindfolded and his arms were handcuffed to the upper posts of the bed. She stepped forward to rescue him from this torture, when suddenly he spoke, his voice dripping out of him like honey.

    "I know that you're there...I want to hear you take your clothes off, then come over here..."

    Seven froze on the spot...

    ****************

    It was a routine day on the bridge; a couple of anomalies on long-range sensors which would have to be dealt with soon and a few minor glitches in Engineering. As she waited for B'Elanna to file her latest reports, Kathryn felt her mind drifting. She wondered how Seven was enjoying her explorations of Victorian England and whether she had found herself in the clutches of Lord Burleigh yet. She glanced down as Commander Chakotay leaned over to input some data. She admired his hands, long slender fingers, reaching across the screen. Suddenly, she felt her heart drop like a stone as she visualised another hand reaching out; she remembered her own hand as she reached into the drawer to pull out the holographic chip to hand to Seven. No, it couldn't be, could it? She distinctly remembered pulling the chip out of the box at the back of the drawer where she had hidden it and she knew with a sudden clarity that it was the wrong box, it wasn't her favourite novel she had handed over. No, it was her fantasy, her most private program and one which went against all protocols.

    She leapt to her feet..........

   

    Part Two
by Delta

    . attempting to mask the sweeping panic of realization before it surfaced completely in her face.

    "Captain?" Chakotay queried, his eyes following her as she quickly moved towards the doors of the turbolift, her hands waving off his question as quickly as her response.

    "You have the bridge, Commander. I. I just remembered a bit of business that I must attend to immediately." Walking swiftly, she lowered her head,  hoping he couldn't notice the deep crimson shade that her face had turned.

    The wrong chip, the wrong storage box. How could she have mistaken it? The boxes were even separated within her drawer; they were even different sizes and colors, one long relegated to a far corner, the other within easy reach; one long out of service, the other well-used in recent years and exemplifying one of the rare breeches of Starfleet conduct to which she had fallen victim.

    Shortly after the ill-fated "Fair Haven" program of Tom's, and her initial foray into interpersonal holo-programming, Kathryn had realized how addictive the activity could be and what a release it could also be for a dark side of her that she never knew existed. Kathryn Janeway, upright, law-abiding, straight-arrow captain of a starship, example and moral pillar to her crew had uncovered a part of her emotional make-up that she dared not even think of in her darkest dreams. This inner demon was completely composed of long-suppressed desire and passion - deep, raw writhing sexual hunger, no longer virginal or naïve at this stage in her life, but ripe and succulent and mature, waiting for a thorough harvest. But it was only physical release in a holodeck atmosphere, always blocked off from any inquisitive program hacker by her top-security coding. Always erased from all the random memory files in the holodeck before she exited. Always run with the privacy lock on, and it allowed Kathryn Janeway's personal inner needs to run rampant with sadistic salaciousness and lascivious wantonness, giving her the total abandonment of release she needed. So it was that within the confines of a most unprofessional, highly sexual program, which she alone had written and designed that she found physical contentment that was denied to her by rank and situation. It was also one, which could alienate her from the one lone person aboard who could serve her in this capacity in real life, if only she would allow him. And, right now, it was a program that could set back the social development of poor Seven of Nine to a place where she would never trust her captain again.

    The turbolift doors whisked open on deck 6, and Janeway ran down the hall, hoping to stop the program before it began.

    ~*~

    Seven's acute vision adapted quickly to the darkened room, but she was too stunned by the scene in front of her to speak. She took three tentative steps towards the splayed figure of Chakotay on the bed, questioning the scene with childlike curiosity but her body becoming rapidly aroused with an adult woman's response.

    Chakotay's smile broadened as he heard her footsteps. "You have on different boots or shoes tonight," he crooned. "They sound less cumbersome than usual." Another two clicks told him that she had taken another step. "No, please stop; stay where you are. I want to hear you peal the layers off, to slowly let your scent to be released and weave a trail in front of you before you come over here."

    Seven's cheeks were on fire as she realized that he actually did want her to get undressed! Was this in the captain's program? Was Captain Janeway physically involved with the commander? Seven knew that the senior couple frequently had meals behind their closed quarters' doors, but there seemed to always be the highest modicum of professional conduct between them at all times. Well, yes, she had heard the stories of years gone by when the commander had seemed to want to pursue his relationship with the captain to a level beyond their Starfleet duties, but she had been quickly informed that Captain Janeway made it clear that duty and responsibility were the only priorities in her life. Why, because of this lack of communication between them, Seven herself had recently decided that she might broach the first officer about the possibility of potential away-from-duty social activities.

    Now, now, here was a hologram of her anticipated object of desire, seductively asking her to remove her clothing, so that he could "hear" her and bask in her scent. Well after all, the captain herself had given her this program; perhaps it was the captain's way of telling Seven that not only was it all right for her to proceed in her pursuit of Chakotay's affections, but that she was also giving the endeavour her blessing, her approval! Yes, that certainly must be the message Captain Janeway was giving her.

    After all, it was only a holodeck program! Perhaps the captain wanted Seven to 'practice' these advanced actions of erotic pleasure before she attempted them in real life. Yes, that had to be why the captain had given her this holo-program chip.

    The tall woman stopped her forward movement, drinking in the sight in front of her. Reflections of the low flames in the fireplace on the other side of the bed rippled across the smooth surface of his chest, their rich flickering reds and oranges lapping at the deep brown of his flesh, their images giving a sense of quivering animation to his taut muscles.

    She licked her full lips, which suddenly seemed hot and dry, huskily whispering her response to the shackled man. "As you wish, commander."

    The figure on the bed tensed with alertness, trying to make out the muffled words of the woman in the room with him. She sounded different, as if she were trying to disguise her voice. That Kathryn! such a tease, always playing games with him! His ears perked as he heard a slight grunt and the rustle of her turning, as if she were reaching behind herself. Hmmm; she must not be in her uniform; it sounded like she needed more effort to disrobe than if she had been in the pull-it-over-the-head uniform tunic. "What color are you wearing?" he asked seductively.

    Her voice was muted by her turn, as she attempted undo the long fastening down the back of her jumpsuit. "Unh. blue." she managed to huff out, her fingers finally succeeding in grasping the opening sequence.

    He smiled. "Ohhhhh, the blue dress; that's my favorite!"

    Seven turned abruptly. Dress? That's the first time her uniform had ever been called a dress! Perhaps the commander was drugged as well as fettered. Ah success at last! The tight garment opened along the full length of her center back, from the nape of her neck to just above the deep fissure between her buttocks. Slowly, she pulled herself out of the long tight sleeves, pealing the elastic material down her shoulders and arms, freeing them from the constraining garment and releasing the full implant-induced orbs of her breasts.

    The warmth of her body invaded the surrounding area, wafting the mélange of scents from her freed flesh into the close air of the room. Her rich perfume reached the man's nostrils; he breathed deeply of its fragrance, as if desperate for life-giving air.

    The top part of the suit was rolled down to her waist. She bent down to dislodge her boots, in order to completely divest herself of this piece of clothing that rapidly was becoming a prison to her. The tight foot pieces took some effort to dislodge, but their muted 'thwacks' as she tossed them aside brought a renewed smile to the face of the waiting Chakotay. Once unencumbered by the boots, she quickly rolled the form-fitting suit down her legs and completely divested herself of its cumbersome constraints. Her nakedness seemed strange to her. She felt vulnerable yet energized, as excitement built, leading her to what her next step would, or should be.

    He sensed that she had completed her disrobing; the surrounding heat was building and her stillness, deafening. "It's not like you to be so quiet," he said softly. "Come on over here; let's see what we can do about that."

    Her steps were now silent as her soft feet padded the remaining distance to the bed. Her breathing had become shallow and it was now coming in short little gasps. With each move she made, the warm muskiness of her body sent tendrils out to engulf him.

    "You seem different," he said, voicing his growing curiosity. "Another new game? Come; lean into me. I want to taste you."

    Seven stood by the edge of the bed. His covered eyes seemed to burn holes through the tight blindfold in trying to focus on her. His lips curled into a smile then slowly opened, his thick tongue slowly licking their surfaces, their wetness an invitation to her.

    She tentatively leaned down, hesitant about kissing him. So lost in her own decision making was she that she didn't notice when he suddenly lunged his body upward, his open lips blindly finding the target for which they searched, quickly grasping the erect tit of her breast as it hung pendulous and full over him.

    His lips came into contact with the large mammary orb and he quickly realized that this was not the flesh he was used to touching. He pulled back with a gasp just as Seven screamed in shocked surprise. Their verbal reactions were joined by the sounds of the holodeck doors opening, revealing the panting form of Kathryn Janeway.

    "Captain!" the naked Seven exclaimed, turning her body from the bed and pulling away from Chakotay.

    "Seven?" asked the man on the bed, the firm roundness that had appeared suddenly, filling and straining against the groin area of his tight leather trousers, now quickly diminishing in size.

    Janeway's tousled hair stuck to her forehead, wet with perspiration from her run, her body alert with shock. Assuming her favored command stance, she glared at them for several seconds before finally speaking..........

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cloud Dancing

     Part 3

    "Computer, delete holographic figure 'Chakotay' authorization Janeway alpha delta four seven" gasped Kathryn, her heart rate still beating at its accelerated pace.

    "SEVEN, get dressed NOW!" she spat, through gritted teeth; hands on hips, the death glare operating on full beam!

    "Yes Captain" squeaked Seven, who found herself feeling unaccustomedly afraid of the diminutive red-haired captain of Voyager. This sudden onset of fear seem to hamper the hapless former Borg drone's efforts to replace the figure hugging one-piece garment which composed her entire ensemble apart from the ridiculously high boots that she invariably wore.

    "Captain I fear I am experiencing some difficulty in replacing my clothing" murmured Seven apologetically.

    Voyager's irate Captain gave a derisory snort, "You managed to get out of the damn thing quick enough, Seven, or was the thought of getting your nanoprobes on 'MY MAN' all the incentive you needed?"

    Still woefully struggling to wriggle back into the over-tight cat-suit, Seven attempted an explanation,

    "The commander….er, I mean the hologram, ordered me to disrobe"

    Kathryn's lip curled, her eyebrow raised itself to heights that even the enigmatic Tuvok would have had difficulty in matching.

    "So you're telling me you're ready to drop your 'drawers' every time a hologram tells you to? How far are you willing to go if a flesh and blood senior officer ever gives a similar order?"

    "No captain, I mean Captain that I er...," began Seven, who had managed to pull her suit up her long legs and past her not inconsiderable ass, but still struggled to put her arms through the sleeves and encase her over-sized breasts.

    "Can it Seven, and for god sake cover yourself up, the men on this ship might salivate at the thought of those bloody 'cantaloupes' dangling in front of their noses but they do nothing for me I assure you." Barked Janeway, her initial fears that her secret had been discovered, now replaced by anger and jealously, that her 'protégé' had even contemplated any form of inter-action with HER holo-toy!

    Kathryn had indeed spoken the truth when she had told Seven that her obvious assets did not push any of her buttons, the sight of the voluptuous ex-Borg had merely rekindled a long forgotten memory of her time at Starfleet Academy. That of another statuesque blonde had replaced Seven’s image. Silke Dressler had been a fellow cadet, six feet tall in her stocking feet, long blonde hair, which for some accustomed reason she wore in pigtails, and breasts that made even Seven's look positively under-nourished. Silke had been quite open about her sexual preferences, she liked women, small petite women, to be precise, and if they happened to have titian coloured locks, then Silke would be in a permanent state of arousal. Consequently Kathryn had spent four months desperately trying to avoid the advances of the blonde bombshell, no amount of saying "NO" having any effect in repelling the unwanted attention. Relief had come when Silke had flunked astrophysics for the third time and she left the Academy.

    Finally Seven managed to slip the remainder of her suit over her upper torso, but once more the long rear faster proved to be difficult, more in exasperation than a desire to assist, Kathryn took three paces across the room, and yanked the closure shut.

    Seven turned around to face Kathryn, while the 'death glare' was no longer apparent, her captain's demeanour was still a long way from friendly.

    "I do not understand Captain, if you did not intend me to avail myself of the er..um.. facility in the program, why did you let me borrow it?" questioned the blonde Borg hesitantly.

    Kathryn gazed at the perplexed former drone, 'Is she really that dumb?' she thought.

    "HELLO.. 'Mistake' Seven, not the right holo-chip, did you really think I'd let anyone, let alone you find out about this program?"

    Seven, gulped, her normally flawless complexion suffused with the obvious signs of acute embarrassment, for indeed she had actually "believed" that Captain Janeway had intended she should not only access the program but also enter into its 'spirit' so to speak. Now, in retrospect she realised that Kathryn Janeway would never have deliberately allowed another member of the crew to be privy to what were quite clearly her own highly developed sexual fantasies. This realisation caused Seven to lose some of her fear, and her active brain soon began to see distinct advantages accruing to herself if she were to 'use' this knowledge to abstract certain concessions and privileges from the captain. Seven was about to put her previously undiscovered talent for blackmail to good use.

    "Indeed Captain, I can now see that it would not be to your advantage to allow others to be aware of this er… side of your nature," began Seven in a tone that could only be described as purring!

    The tone was not lost on Kathryn, who realised that her initial advantage was slipping away, she needed to guard this secret side of herself from everyone else and especially from the tattooed warrior that featured so prominently both in her holo-deck fantasies as well her real-life dreams. Thoughts of airlocks and Seven being thrown out of one entered Janeway's mind, closely followed by a number of other similar scenarios all of which would prove fatal for the now smirking Seven.

    Kathryn decided that she wasn't going to play mouse to Seven's cat, "OK cut to the chase Seven, exactly what have you in mind?"

    Somewhat taken aback by Janeway's abrupt challenge, Seven re-assessed her strategy.

    "There is no need for anyone other than ourselves to know about your fantasy, Captain, however as you know I have no actual experience in sexual matters and practices, perhaps we could use your program to correct this deficiency?"

    Kathryn's lip curled once more, the urge to smack the supercilious blonde in the mouth was almost overwhelming; however she regained some semblance of control and asked.

    "What exactly have you in mind?"

    Seven pretended to think about the question, however her fertile brain had already come up with a number of ways in which her 'needs' could be satisfied.

    "I am unversed in the practicalities of sexual techniques Captain. However I surmise that you are somewhat of an expert in that area, perhaps you can assume the mantle of my 'tutor' once more. The good doctor has of course provided me with material on the theoretical side of such practices however I'm sure 'hands on sessions' from an experienced practitioner would prove invaluable" purred Seven, revelling in the hold she now had over the autocratic Janeway.

    Taking a step closer to Seven, Kathryn growled, "If you think I'm going to teach you how to screw my Chakotay, you really need to GO see the good doctor!"

    "Oh first things first Captain, I'm sure we don't have to progress to that point in the first lesson, I'm sure you could demonstrate some of the preliminaries first," replied Seven before continuing, "Or perhaps I should seek advice from the Commander himself on such matters.."

    Kathryn's unexpected blow caught Seven unawares; she staggered back, as blood poured from her nose.

    "Do not push me too far Seven, I still command here, and there are those on this ship that would be gladly assist in me blowing you out of an airlock and ask no questions as to why," whispered Kathryn, the menace in her voice causing a chill to run down the statuesque ex-Borg's usually ramrod spine.

    "I apologise Captain, but I'm sure that there will be no need for such actions on your part, I only wish to learn more about human activities, perhaps a small demonstration on ..let us say, initial arousal of the male sexual organ might not be too much to ask."

    Kathryn did not reply for a few moments, clearly considering her present options. She finally rapped out an order to the computer,

    "Restore holographic character Chakotay"

    Instantly the recumbent Chakotay reappeared on the bed.

    "Kathryn, are you there my love?" he inquired.

    "I'm here Chak, and Seven is still with me, I have a request to make of you?" answered Kathryn making her way across to the bed.

    "Ah, the whipped cream and melted chocolate again my sweet?" inquired the hologram.

    Kathryn hastily intervened before he could say anything further; the arch look on Seven's face had not passed un-noticed. "Er not today, sweetheart, I need to teach Seven certain things about men and women, would you be offended if I asked you to allow me to demonstrate some of these techniques on you?

    The hologram appeared to think the request over then answered, "You have never introduced another female into our relationship Kathryn, I know I've agreed to share you with other men from time to time and there was that time with Par.."

    "Yes right Chakotay no need to go any further, will you allow this?" interrupted Kathryn hastily.

    "Of course I cannot deny you anything my love." Answered the hologram as he made himself as comfortable as his restraints would allow him.

    "Seven, observe!" commanded Janeway. Kathryn strode purposefully towards the supine Chakotay, she slipped onto the bed beside him, leaning forward so her body barely brushed against his. She brought her head in line with his, lowering her mouth until her lips could gently caress those of the hologram, her tongue making a tentative sweep across the sensual flesh. Her fingers brushed lightly across his jaw, and then crept slowly down towards his abbreviated nipples, her thumb teasing the hardening nub. Never allowing her lips or fingers to do more than tease, she made her way slowly down his muscular torso. She trailed the tip of her tongue down his throat, leaving a faint trail of saliva, her fingers left his nipples and centimetre by centimetre made their way down his flat belly, only to stop as Seven interrupted.

    "Captain, may I make an observation?"

    Kathryn gave an exasperated sigh, her fingers resumed their journey, but she looked up at Seven, "YES what is it?" she rapped.

    "I must remark on the fact that the holographic Commander is not quite anatomically correct Captain"

    "In what way Seven?"

    "I believe that the real Commander is less….er firm in certain areas than the holographic version."

    "Seven, this is my fantasy right, if I want my Chak to be 15 pounds lighter and a bit more 'toned' then that's what I'll have, the Commander is not exactly a youth anymore and he probably could do with an extra workout once in while, all I've done is correct these slight imperfections, OK." Kathryn replied before resuming her trail down the perfect torso of the hologram.

    "I understand Captain, have you altered any other 'part' of the Commander?"

    Kathryn, gritted her teeth, "If you mean what I think you mean, NO! the hologram has an exact replica of the Commander's sexual organ, Chakotay is more than adequately endowed in that area."

    "You are sure of this Captain?" inquired Seven curious as to how the Captain had come by such knowledge.

    "Yes I'm bloody sure of it Seven, I've observed the Commander's cock both at attention and at ease so trust me on this point will you, and for God's sake shut up and watch!" ordered Kathryn.

    Seven said no more, but her imagination was running riot in regards to when and where the captain had made such observations. She stepped nearer the bed as the captain resumed her seduction of the hologram.

    Kathryn's tongue continued its trail down Chak's torso, briefly stopping to lave his nipples. Her fingers were now poised above the opening to his tight leather pants, already beginning to bulge as his member swelled. Slowly she undid the lacing that fastened the front of his pants exposing the steel hard shaft beneath. She heard Seven's intake of breath, a smile flitting across Kathryn lips before she dipped her head and raked her soft moist tongue along the length of the holographic Chakotay's cock. His hips bucked as he moaned, "More my love, show me how much you want me" Kathryn obliged, lowering her mouth to cover the glistening head of his penis, her hands pushing down the tight leather pants over his hips as he raised his buttocks from the bed.

    A strangled moan from beside the bed, brought Kathryn's attention back to Seven, she half turned her head to observe the Borg, while still gently sucking on the head of the holographic cock. Seven was clearly aroused, her face was flushed and her hand involuntarily brushed across her mound.

    "Please Captain, may I try?" begged the blonde former drone, her own sexual desire outweighing any thoughts of making the captain suffer.

    Reluctantly Kathryn allowed Chak's cock to slip from her mouth, he groaned with displeasure at the loss, "Darling please.. ." he begged.

    "Chakotay, will you allow Seven to practice the same technique?"

    "If that is what you want my love?" answered the hologram, a note of uncertainty in his voice.

    Kathryn ushered Seven forwarded, indicating that she should take her place on the bed. Once in position Seven swooped, taking the holo-dick between her thick pouting lips and sucking half its length into her mouth. The hologram screamed in pain, "Aghhh ." Seven abruptly allowed the member to leave her gaping mouth, teeth marks were clearly apparent in the tender flesh of the holographic organ.

    "Computer delete Chakotay" snapped Kathryn, before turning on the puzzled Seven.

    "God damn it Seven you are supposed to be giving him a blowjob not fucking biting it off!"

    "I apologise Captain.." stammered a contrite Seven, embarrassed at her obvious ineptitude. "I believe it is my enhanced Borg strength that is the problem, clearly your version of the commander is not sufficiently robust for my attentions."

    "Well if you think I'm re-programming him to suit your needs think again Seven, its taken me almost two years to perfect this version and he's staying, so you had better come up with another plan." Answered Kathryn, pissed at the fact that one, she'd had to break off from the pleasure of giving Chak a blowjob, and two, at the thought of altering his programming.

    "Perhaps a second hologram of the commander, with enhanced strength" suggested Seven.

    Janeway gave her a withering glance, "Over my dead body, think again Seven"

    Seven remained silent for a few minutes then volunteered a further suggestion, " Perhaps another hologram, but of another crew member, who has greater natural physical stamina."

    "Dear God, Seven are you suggesting we have a group sex session?"

    "It would seem to be an obvious solution, I can see you are not comfortable with the idea of myself and the 'commander'"

    "Or anyone else for that matter Seven, why the hell do you think I've rostered the Delaney sisters on shifts that are totally opposite to the Commander’s, those two trollops would love to get their hands on him," mused Kathryn.

    "Very well Seven, we will need to alter the program to include the new addition, I suggest you go away and think about who you want as 'your' partner then we can work out the details together."

    "Yes Captain, I will do as you ask," agreed Seven turning to exit the holodeck, she glanced back, "Are you not coming Captain?"

    "In a few moments Seven, I need to carry out one or two 'adjustments' here," replied Kathryn, waiving Seven out of the holodeck.

    Once she heard the familiar swoosh of the closing doors Kathryn gave the order to resume the program. Once more the holographic Chakotay appeared on the bed, Kathryn quickly lying next to him.

    "Oh my darling did the nasty Seven hurt you, let Kathryn kiss it better.."

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   

    Part Four

    Turtlewoman

    Fully, if somewhat guiltily sated, Kathryn kissed her sleeping hololover and slipped from the bed. Her body was deliciously relaxed but her mind seethed and churned. Her forbidden, hidden pleasure had been revealed by one moment of inattention. Now her meddlesome, if toothsome, ward, just churning with emerging hormones, had caught Kathryn …well, by the short hairs, so to speak. Not only could Seven compromise Kathryn's position as Captain by the possible exposure of her puerile philandering with a holoreplica of her first officer, but the slut fancied the man herself. Kathryn's mind flung back and forth between counting the number of Starfleet regulations and codes she had broken to the multitudinous ways Seven could be broken if she insisted on pursuing Chakotay. Still, it had been a rather exciting new twist to pleasure her holotoy in front of an audience. Once Seven developed her own holoman, educating the girl might prove most…. stimulating. With these thoughts churning, first pleasure, then pain, embarrassment, then arousal, Kathryn slipped from the holodeck.

    Chakotay stretched after a long and boring shift. He stood. His back felt those twinges and aches that had become the most interesting part of his day. He stood and surveyed the bridge in what seemed intense and piercing attention. He stood until he was sure he could walk without hobbling stiffly the first few steps.

    "Bye old man, see you tomorrow," sang out Paris.

    Chakotay paused for a moment, mid stride, reminding himself again how upset B'Ellana would be if he killed her husband. Once in the solitude of the turbolift he stretched to relieve some of his kinks. Bending, he reached for his toes, huffing a bit, stuck at mid-calf, as he strained. When did he get so out of shape? The turbolift stopped and he stepped out, meeting B'Ellana in the corridor.

    He gave her a quick hug and she returned it as best she could over her swelling belly. Giving his rounded tummy a pat, she said, "Joining me for my afternoon ice cream again? I'd swear you were trying to match me pound for pound."

    He winced. "No, I think I'll pass today. I've got to do a little chore first. You can have my helping," he smiled as he sent her on her way. That was it! Between boredom and having no one to preen for, he'd really let himself slide into some bad habits. He'd take a jog around the decks rather than sit around the mess hall gabbing and eating with whoever showed up. He turned from the mess hall and headed for his quarters.

    Chakotay took a long, cold, hard look at himself as he stripped to change into his running shorts and tee. Jogging the corridors in this shape was no longer an option. His training was going to have to be in the solitude of a holodeck until he didn't jiggle quite so much with every step. Climbing back into his uniform, he decided to change in the holodeck. He wasn't even going to walk the halls in this shape.

    Chakotay was so engrossed in his thoughts, ruing his aging, sagging body, ruminating on his lack of dates lately and generally feeling sorry for himself. It's amazing what details one misses when locked into an internal dialog. He never noticed that the last occupant of the holodeck had failed to close the program. (The last occupant had been immersed in her own interior dialog and had missed that little detail herself.)

    Chakotay had stripped down to his skivvies before he noticed that he was not in a gym, but a bedroom…with a bed…a very large bed…a very large occupied bed. Muffled from the covers came a vaguely familiar voice, "Darling, are you ready for more?"

    Chakotay made a grab for his clothes, attempted to scramble into his pants and fell onto his more than ample posterior.

    "Ah, you've brought another guest. You didn't bring that brute of a Borg again did you?" The feet of the disembodied voice appeared over the side of the bed followed quickly by the rest of the man.

    Chakotay looked up to find himself staring at the family jewels in all their throbbing glory. He was staring at his own family jewels! His gaze continued to slid upward to the demanding voice.

    "Who the hell are you?"

    Chakotay pushed himself to his feet, saying, "I'm…well…I'm you."

    Holochak sniffed in derision. "If you are, you're a pretty sorry imitation," he stated, preening and flexing his wonderfully defined musculature.

    Chakotay stood stunned. The man had his mannerisms, his voice and his body…or at least the way Chakotay wished his body was. He started to seethe. Not only was this holocreation being used without his permission; but who ever designed it had the unmitigated gall to add 'enhancements'! Chakotay did notice, with a certain amount of smug pride, that the 'jewels' were an exact copy though. The 'jewels' responded to the attention by becoming a bit more alert themselves.

    Holochak stopped his preening long enough to ask, "Did she send you? When is she coming? Speaking of coming, are you up to a little foreplay before she arrives?"

    The jewels wilted quickly. "No! I mean, let's save it for her." Chakotay quickly moved to place himself in position for a quick exit. He needed information from this holocreation but knew it could only respond within the parameters its creator had written. That last response had made it clear that this creation of himself was made for one purpose alone. Now he needed to find out just who wrote this without encouraging his holoself to demonstrate his prowess on himself, that is, his real self. This was worse than time travel, Chakotay thought as he rubbed his aching temples.

    "So, she likes to have company when you two play?" The jewels responded to that thought by leaping to attention again.

    "Most of the time, no, but this last time she sent someone ahead first. I must admit that this Seven person was not as much fun as some of the others. She is downright dangerous. Do you know that she almost bit this off?" said Holochak, stroking himself gently.

    The jewels had no idea of how to respond to this, up…down, up, down. Holochak was fascinated by the liveliness of the organ and began to stroke his own a bit more vigorously as he started sidling over to Chakotay.

    This was not going at all well, Chakotay thought and put the bed between himself and the hologram. "Are you always this aroused when you think of her? Do you ever do anything else?"

    The hologram laughed and began to climb over the bed, "I'm always aroused no matter who I'm thinking of. I'm always aroused period. Are you always so shy? True, you aren't the magnificent physical specimen that I am, but I'm sure you have your charms. Why don't you relax a bit and we'll try to find out what they are?"

    That last comment stung. Chakotay decided to take back command of the situation. "That's far enough. Sit! Now!"

    Holochak sat, then leaned luxuriously back against the bed, "Oooooo, dominance! My favorite game. Are you going to tie me up? I love it when she ties me up."

    Chakotay's jewels danced again. He had to know who this woman was! If only Kathryn was so adventurous. If only Kathryn was so…anything, for that matter. Wrong thought. The jewels were at full attention now and throbbing. Even himself, squirming on the bed there, was beginning to look good. With difficulty, Chakotay brought his mind…and other parts…back from his fantasy and tried again to wheedle information out of the holoimage. Sighing, Chakotay thought how much easier it would be if he could just ask who the woman was, but that would cause the whole program to shift into a security subroutine and he'd loose his one chance pump this thing for information. Too bad he couldn't just stick around and see who showed up.

    A light went on. Perhaps there was a way. It was against regulations, of course, but so was this. Whoever wrote it would be in no position to complain. Chakotay couldn't actually access the holochip. That could only be done by the initiator the program, or the author. But he could augment the program with a little twist or two of his own. First he had to immobilize his doppleganger, who was distractingly stroking his leg. Black silken cords dangled at each bedpost. How handy. Holochak seemed to enjoy the whole thing and insisted that he be blindfolded as well. In spite of himself, Chakotay felt a little rush of arousal at the sight of himself lying there all taunt and ready. He looked gorgeous. Refocusing to the task, it just took a little twitch here, a nudge to the programming there and Chakotay had just what he needed. He donned his clothing, untied his fitter image with a promise to come at a later time and headed back to his quarters to set up the last link he needed.

    Chakotay was as ready as he would ever be. His console was set to display and record each time that program was activated. In the mean time, it was calisthenics for him. Now that he saw what he would look like with a little effort, he was determined to buff up his body to outshine even the mystery woman's imagination.

    Kathryn slipped from her bath, still glowing from her recent holotryst. Time to put the disc in a safe place and work on a plan to sidetrack Seven. The disc! She'd left the disc on the holodeck. She'd left the disc active on the holodeck! She threw on the first thing she could grab and went racing out of her quarters.

    A light discreetly flashed on Chakotay's console. He hauled himself to his feet, relieved to get a break from calisthenics so soon. He peered at the screen. There was the Holochak preening and posing and gestering someone forward. There was no audio. Chakotay was torn between watching and trying to access the audio codes. If he fiddled with the program now, it might alert whoever that is. Why didn't she come closer to the bed? But if he didn't do it now, she, at least he hoped it was a she, would take the chip and he wouldn't have access. He'd wait until the couple was more ….involved before he attempted anything. The Holochak was begging now. Occasionally a hand would flash across the screen, a woman's hand. Well, that was a relief. The Holochak walked from the bed and now Chakotay couldn't see either one of them. He had to fix the audio. This was driving him crazy. Suddenly a blue dress was flung on the bed. Damn if that didn't remind Chakotay of something. If only he could remember. He started fiddling with his access. The Holochak was backing into the picture again, pulling the woman with him. Chakotay could see her slender arms. He fiddled again. The video flickered out also. Furiously, Chakotay tried to pull his audio back out of the program. It took a half hour and just as he got the picture of the rumpled bed again, she must have ended the program and the active light on his console winked out.

    All Chakotay had was a quick peek at a rumpled blue dress. He couldn't even see how the dress was designed, but something about the color lurked at the back of his mind. If he could just remember where he had seen a dress of that same color and on whom.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Part 5

    by Falcon

    Kathryn left the holodeck for the second time that afternoon. Next up she thought. (Seven. I might as well do this now. I won't get any more relaxed.)

    "Deck 11," she told the turbolift.

    "Captain," greeted Seven, as Kathryn entered Cargo Bay 2, "I expected you sooner."

    "Something came up that I had to take care of," she smirked. " Now let's find a 'lab partner' for you."

    "I have been doing some research while waiting for you, Captain. In the database for the early 21st century I have found something intriguing."

    "Oh? Do tell."

    "Yes. Look here. In the old country known as New Zealand, the indigenous population reportedly had great sexual prowess. This picture shows a tattooed warrior named Raoul. He was allegedly born with a bifurcated tongue. And here further down is a reference to Jellyfish Wine and Bloo Goo Lubricant. The wine purportedly enhances sexual prowess and the lubricant assists his partners' receptivity. These items were part of a ransom paid to Raoul in June of 2001. I do not understand the reference to roses however. Why would anyone wish to take plants hostage?"

    (Tattooed huh, Kathryn muttered. If she TOUCHES mine again I'll let the air out of her. Never mind.) "Let's just take a good look at this picture, Seven. Hmm. Before we do that, come with me to my quarters. I'm going to give you your first lesson in giving proper attention to family jewels."

    "Your quarters?"

    "That's correct. I'm not taking any chances on someone walking in here. If you don't like it, you're on your own. Know this, if you go near what's mine again, I will space you!!!

    "Yes, Captain. Understood."

    "Computer, is there a holodeck free in one hour?" asked Kathryn.

    "Affirmative. Holodeck 2 is free in one hour."

    "Reserve it for 2 hours in my name. Authorization Janeway Delta 6-14 Alpha." This code would show anonymous user.

    After they entered Kathryn's quarters, she crossed to the replicator. Entering the specifications of Chakotay's family jewels. Kathryn then told the replicator to produce 2 models in a soft, pliant rubber.

    Picking up the new toys, she handed one to Seven.

    "Now, this is a replica for you to practice on. I will use the other to show you what to do. Pay attention and do as I do."

    Stretching out her tongue, Kathryn flattened it against her toy. Leisurely she swept it up one side and down the other.

    Seven pointed her tongue and stabbed it against her toy.

    "No, Seven. Flatten your tongue. Lick it like an ice cream cone."

    Seven tried again. This time she managed to copy what Kathryn had done.

    "Much better. Remember, leave your tongue and lips soft. Don't use your teeth yet. Lick and suck. If it feels good to you, it will feel good to him."

    For the next hour, they worked on technique until Kathryn was satisfied Seven had an understanding of the basics.

    "Now comes the test. Let's head for the Holodeck. We're going to set up your program."

    _____________________________________

    "Computer, create file." These were Kathryn's' second words after entering the holodeck. The first was a command for a secure lock. " First, let's have a bedroom with a large bed. Add 10 firm pillows and a faux mink blanket. Add French doors leading outside to a rose garden in full bloom. Seven, you can fine-tune this later however you wish. Make sure it's a scenario that is pleasant for you. It will enhance your pleasure."

    She continued, "Computer, display image of Raoul. Make him 6'2" and 200 lbs. Make waist/chest/shoulders in proportion."

    There, before them, stood Raoul. He was enough to make even Kathryn look twice. That is until she looked below his waist.

    Oops. Guess we should add something here. " Computer, add male attributes to Raoul, size as of earlier replications in my quarters. Program with standard 24th century sexual techniques and knowledge."

    "Ok, Seven. What do you think? Are you ready?"

    Seven eyed the image in front of her. "Yes Captain, she stated licking her lips as here eyes travelled up and down the image."

    "Well, then. Get out of that catsuit. Computer, animate image with focus on Seven of Nine."

    "Raoul, I wish for you to lie back on the bed. I will taste you."

    "Remember Seven, gently, like an ice cream cone."

    Seven gently grasped him by his male member and began to stroke. As he lengthened, so did her stroking. When it had grown to full length, she leaned over and began to lave it with her tongue. Slowly, she brought her tongue up one side and down the other. Then she nudged the ridge back and forth with her tongue. Slowly, she swept her tongue across the silky head. Hearing him moan, she was encouraged to continue.

    Raoul opened his eyes and gazed at the woman exploring him. He reached down and pulled her up and turned her into a classic position. As she continued, Raoul started to run his hands over her body. He ran them up her sides to her breasts. Seven shivered as he brushed the sides of her cantaloupe-sized melons. Then he ran both hands up her belly and took a breast in each hand. After kneading them for a few minutes, he started pulling and pinching her nipples. Seven moaned and stopped sucking on him. He bucked up into her mouth to remind her to continue.

    Kathryn stood watching and began to get warm and uncomfortable. (Damn, she thought. Maybe I should activate MY boytoy.)

    Then Raoul stretched out his tongue and she forgot all thoughts of HoloChak. His tongue was at least 4 inches long, thick, and split down the middle to about half way.

( Oh sweet spirits, I'm going to die watching this.)

    Delicately Raoul began to sweep his tongue from one end to the other. As he neared Seven's nub of pleasure, he surrounded it, thus intensifying the feelings. Seven screamed and began to apply more suction.

    Raoul shaped his tongue into a cone and began to penetrate her hot center. Stabbing the tongue in, he allowed it to relax. Then he began to stroke both sides of her inner walls. As he stroked with his tongue, he continued to play with her breasts.

    With the continuing sensations, Seven began to rock her hips. She also increased her suction to his member and reached down to fondle his sacs.

    Raoul groaned and brought his tongue out of her. Bringing his hands down, he inserted 2 fingers where his tongue had been and began to pump. Moving his tongue, he swirled it hard over her nerve bundle.

    When she stiffed and began to spasm, he sucked hard and lightly bit down on the nub. This set Seven off and she screamed as she came.

    This was enough for Raoul and, with a roar, he flooded Seven's mouth.

    Kathryn stood there stunned. And VERY hot.

    What, indeed, does a plant have to do with sex?

   

    Part 6

    By PsychLady

    Kathryn headed back to her quarters, tying to bring her arousal under control. To say that she was hot and bothered was certainly no exaggeration. Maybe a bath would help her relax, she thought, as the door to opened to permit her entry.

    As she removed her clothing and prepared for her bath, she found she couldn't suppress her review of the growing list of uncertainties. Would Seven really keep quite about her little fantasy? What if Chakotay found out? What was the bit about roses? Should she destroy the chip and double check that the computer had not record of her ever having used it? How did she ever allow herself to get into such a mess!

    She'd barely managed to lower herself into the vanilla scented haven, when the computer signalled her.

    "Chakotay to Janeway."

    Speak of the devil. Sigh. "Janeway here."

    "Just making sure you are all right, Captain," Chakotay responded smoothly.

    Did his voice convey teasing, or was she being paranoid? "I'm fine, Commander. Any reason I shouldn't be?"

    "No, Captain, just making sure. You were hardly on the bridge at all today, and I wondered if you weren't feeling well or if you needed my help with something," he answered evenly. Forgetting where she was, she shifted her position and sloshed water in the process. Damn!

    "Captain, is that water I hear?"

    "Uh...yes....Commander. Just....ah....washing out a few things in the basin."

    "Umm....if you say so, Captain."

    "Is there anything else," she asked testily?

    "No, Ma'am," he responded with a hint of amusement. "Chakotay out."

    Kathryn couldn't contain the loud huff that escaped once Chakotay had signed off. Relaxing bath, huh! The though that he may have realized that he'd interrupted her bath, that she'd talked to the real Chakotay while stark, naked further inflamed her arousal.

    She really needed some time with her holographic Chakotay. But, she also needed to be strong. When she was on the brink of having her secret revealed was certainly not the time to give prying eyes more ammunition! Okay, this would be the last time. After this time, she'd phaser the chip out of existence, triple check that there were no computer records, and have the doctor erase a certain ex-Borg's memory engrams if necessary.

    "Computer, is there a holodeck open right now?"

    "Affirmative. Holodeck 4 is open for the next 3 hours."

    "Reserve the next two hours in my name, authorization Janeway Delta 6-14 Alpha."

    "Confirmed."

    Janeway quickly donned loose fitting slacks and a shirt, neither of which made it obvious she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Chip in hand, she sped off to Holodeck 4. As she entered the holodeck, she saw the rumbled bed as she had her hololover had left it. But, he was nowhere to be found.

    "Computer, activate Chakotay character." She felt him stealthily approaching from behind her. As she made to turn to greet him, she heard his urgent command, "No! Don't turn." He was close enough now to hold her head so that she could not move it to either side.

    "Why not?"

    "It's your turn to trust. Your turn to be blindfolded, my love." He reached around her to tie a silken scarf around her eyes. "Yes, my love. Let me help you out of these clothes." His velvet voice caressed her as he slid her pants over her hips and down to her ankles. "Oh, you naughty girl. No underwear? You must have wanted me desperately."

    "I did," she answered in a near whisper, as he helped her slip out of her comfortable sandals and step out of her pants.

    Once she could tell he was standing upright again, she made to put her arms around him.

    "No, no, my dear. No touching," he said playfully. "Remember, we're switching roles today. Let me help you out of your shirt, then YOU get to be tied to the bed."

    Kathryn couldn't suppress a shiver of anticipation that ran through her.

    He slowly unbuttoned her shirt, placing light kisses on each newly exposed patch of skin. When at last all the buttons were freed, he lowered his head and licked each nipple in turn. All the while he murmured loving nonsense to her. Kathryn felt a gush of warmth between her legs, and hoped her lover would catch her if her knees gave out.

    As if sensing her state, he scooped her up and carried her in the direction of the bed. As she stretched out, she felt him bind her wrists, then her ankles to the bed frame. She couldn't help bucking her hips in anticipation.

    "Chakotay, I'd like one of our other friends to join us." Since this is the last time, why not, she thought.

    Her lover was silent for a moment.

    "Who do you want, love? Call for him," he said, as he stroked her inner thigh. She felt his hot breath on her crotch.

    "Computer, active the Paris holocharacter."

    Kathryn heard the faint sound of the computer working, then felt a smaller but equally powerful hand stroking her thigh.

    "Hello, my sweet," she heard Paris' voice say. "I'm so glad you invited me. I'm already naked, where do you want me?"

    Spirits, this was going to be good!

    "Come lay beside me, Tom," she requested. She felt him stretch out beside her, pressing his aroused length into her hip. She moaned and turned her head to seek out his kiss. He pressed his lips to hers while caressing her breasts with one hand. His other hand was busy between her backside and the bed, squeezing her gently, but purposefully.

    When the need to breath dictated that she pull away from the kiss, she felt Tom lower his mouth to one nipple. Before the sensation had fully registered, she felt another mouth worshiping her other nipple. She could not have kept from arching into their mouths for all the career commendations in Starfleet.

    She'd selfishly programmed her hololovers to not have any attraction toward each other, just a desire to work together toward her complete satisfaction. My, my, they were certainly playing nicely together today!

    As one tantalizing mouth moved from one hardened nipple to the other, the other mouth gradually moved down to her nether lips. The southern lover spread her legs, and licked her with slow, firm strokes, then nibbled the bud of nerves at the top of her sex. The northern lover continued to make love to her breasts. Kathryn seemed to alternately buck her hips and arch her back to better accommodate her lovers. Finally, she could take their ministrations no more.

    "Please, I need you inside me," she begged.

    "Who do you need?" Chakotay's voice asked.

    "Tom first."

    Tom must have been the one loving her moist center, as she felt that lover move up over her body and swiftly enter her. Her voice joined his is a satisfied moan. But her other lover had not forsaken he. She felt another set of warm hands caressing the outsides of her breasts from above, and planting upside down kisses softly over her face.

    As Tom stroked in and out of her, she felt a familiar and welcomed tingle begin in her groin. She pressed her hips upward, meeting him thrust for thrust. As the wave of her orgasm spread from her center outward, she cried out in ecstasy, vaguely aware that Tom had joined her.

    As she fought to regain her breath, she heard Chakotay's voice say, "My turn."

    Her lovers switched places. Tom apparently stayed upright against the head of the bed, and cradled her head in his lap. He stroked her hair lovingly, told her how beautiful she was, how marvelous she made him feel. The scent of the recent union was almost over powering. All the while, Chakotay was kissing his way down her body to nuzzle her pubic hair with his nose. He then crawled up over her and slid firmly into her center.

    Not having completely recovered from her joining with Tom, Kathryn almost went immediately over the edge again. But, she wanted this to last. Drawing a deep, calming breath, she concentrated on the sensation of her lover thrusting into her. She would be sore later, but this was worth it.

    "Come on, love," she heard Chakotay's voice say, "I know you have one more in there for me. Come for me."

    "Mmmm. Yes, Chakotay. Yes! You feel so good."

    "Then show me, Kathryn," he implored.

    Kathryn wished she could look into his beautiful, dark eyes at that moment. Wished she could let him see the passion she knew must be registered in her eyes. The sensations she felt were so powerful, she had virtually lost her ability to produce coherent speech. All too soon, the sweet torture ended.

    "Ah...Chakotay....Yes!! Yes!! Yes!!!" She felt like she'd exploded into millions of pieces, as though she were at the center of a warp core breach. As she screamed in ecstasy, she felt Chakotay stiffen, then explode inside her.

    Chakotay collapsed on top of her, panting. Audibly trying to return his breathing to normal. Kathryn was making her own attempt are regaining some degree of normality. As she came back to herself she realized that Paris was still there, cradling her head. It occurred to her that if she made good on her pledge of not using this program again, she didn't really want any other participants, just she and Chakotay.

    "Computer, delete Paris holocharacter." Her head bounced back slightly as she shimmered out of existence.

    "Untie me love. I want to hold you for a bit before I have to go."

    Her hololover did not do as she requested.

    "Chakotay? Untie me now, I have to go soon."

    Still no response.

    "What the.....? Computer, end program."

    Kathryn felt the bed disappear from beneath her, along with the soft bindings that had held her there. As soon as her hands were free she reach up to remove her blindfold.

    She saw her hololover with his back to her, hurriedly stepping to his trousers. I wonder if Seven was messing with my program, Kathryn mused.

    "Computer, delete Chakotay holocharacter."

    Instead of shimmering away, he continued securing his trousers, then tuned toward her.

    She immediately noticed that this version of her hololover had a bit more paunch around the middle.

    "Oh, my gosh!" she exclaimed, as realization dawned.

    "Yes, it's me, Kathryn."

    "Chakotay! How did you...."

    "I'll explain how I broke into your holodeck program, as soon as you explain why you created a program with me as your love slave."

    Kathryn's response was stony silence.

    He answered her silence with a demanding glare.

    She sighed. "Okay, I'll explain, but I'd like to ask one question first...why the blindfold and bindings? I wouldn't have guessed that to be your style."

    "Well, I noticed that you fantasy version was a bit more toned that I am. I knew if you could see me or touch me, you'd know right away...." he trailed off, the embarrassment showing through his shaky smile.

    "Ah, I see."

    Part 7 -

    By Digger

    He should have known that backed into a corner, Kathryn could be a dangerous animal. They'd both crossed the line and they both knew it; all that was worth fighting for now, he guessed, was his desire to make this relationship finally work and her desire to keep her private predelictions private and her command presence intact. He'd so far played along with her fantasies, intrigued by this unknown side to her and of course he'd managed to make love to her albeit as her holo-fantasy lover. But he was also annoyed and frustrated in that she'd felt the need to employ a holodick version of him rather than trying to form a real relationship; he'd given her enough opportunities for goodness sake. Now he felt he had some power over her and was determined to use it to his advantage. Posed with the question of how she knew his `private' dimensions, along with the obvious transgression of his privacy through her holodeck programme, Kathryn was left with only one option, to brazen it out.

    "The file Starfleet provided me with was quite…detailed and the rest I implied from long and close observations on the Bridge. Now I have to resume my duty shift if you don't mind Commander."

    *Yeah, one of many shifts that I've been covering for you, without thanks I notice* he thought to himself.

    She made to brush past him in full command mode but he raised his arm to block her exit. She stopped dead in her tracks and without moving her head raised her eyes to meet his. Lesser men would, nay had, crumbled at that sight but he'd learned to weather that stare over the years and so he just matched the look and said, "This is far from over Kathryn and you know it. We need to talk and soon. I suggest tonight straight after shift's end."

    She just managed a slight nod in agreement and then pushed past him without further comment.

    To say that the shift was a tense affair was an understatement. The Bridge crew had gotten used to her prolonged absences and the Commander's quiet acceptance of the situation. Now something had certainly changed and for the worse. The only words the two of them exchanged were strictly functional and kept to a bare minimum. For some reason Paris felt the subject of both the Commander's disapproval and the Captain's embarrassment. He sighed in resignation; there was just no explaining the relationship those two had with each other and he'd long ago given up trying to second guess or even to take bets on them. He would bet though that they'd reached a sort of crisis point and for some strange reason, Seven seemed to have been the catalyst. Paris had noticed the amount of time she'd taken out on the holodeck and that was very unusual for the Borg. She'd also been strangely absent from the Bridge this shift.

    Kathryn left the Bridge first and strode towards her quarters, engaging no one in direct eye contact. Her progress was stopped abruptly by the statuesque form of Seven standing squarely in her path. She was the last person she needed to see or speak to right now and any normal human being would have known that but the ex-Borg's lack of social skills made her oblivious to the icy stare.

    "I wish to continue with our lessons, Captain. I have learnt a great deal so far but wish to extend that learning. I wish to watch more experienced lovers firsthand, you and the Commander for instance."

    Kathryn visibly winced and glanced quickly around. She was relieved to see no one within earshot. Through gritted teeth she said, "I am going to my quarters now, Seven and I advise you to do the same."

    Even this Borg got that hint and she stepped aside to let the Captain pass without further comment.

    In her quarters, Kathryn pondered her next move. It wasn't the first time in this Quadrant that she'd had to operate without the help of Starfleet regulations of course but even in the Alpha Quadrant she doubted there would have been helpful guidance on teaching sexual techniques to one's crew via holograms of her second in command and then mistakenly making love to the real officer! The old adage 'she flies on her own wings' seemed even more appropriate to this situation than the many others she'd had to deal with over the past few years.

    She sighed wearily and began to think about how the real Chakotay had been just as pleasurable as her experiences of her own creation of him, more so perhaps. She began to question her longstanding fear of a real sexual relationship with him. How good it would be to have him pleasure her for real every night! The sudden arrival of Chakotay at her door roused her from her reverie and meant that she opened the door to him with a flushed face that betrayed her recent thoughts about him as clearly as her holodeck fantasies had.

    He smiled his usual charming and totally disarming smile and calmly sat at the dinner table, which was laid for one of their customary meals together. However, they both knew that tonight was going to be far from routine for either of them.

   

    Part 8 By Delta

    Kathryn's invitation for Chakotay to sit at the table was silent; her sweeping arm indicated her intent to him. She turned quickly to cross to the replicator, her eyes barely meeting his in their initial meeting.

    Chakotay nervously settled in his chair. "Good of you to invite me tonight," he finally managed to get out, his breaking voice betraying his underlying anxiety.

    She plopped a steaming casserole dish onto the table between their two place settings and sat down, her eyes not risking his quite yet. She flipped open her napkin and busied herself with placing it in her lap as she spoke. "I really had no choice, did I? It's obvious that we needed to talk privately, and if we had done so in either of our ready rooms, I doubt that either of us would have been in any condition to meet any of our crew upon exiting." Her eyes raised from their demure position, proceeding to pierce his with a chilling glare. "And I would presume the holodecks would not be a logical choice at this point of time…"

    "Kathryn…" he began.

    She raised her hand, interrupting his response. "I know; I know. But we've both broken rules this time… rules that we've ingrained as obligatory and sacred to our crew. However, now that Seven knows about it…"

    "Wha… wha… what?" Chakotay stammered, half choking on the mouthful of food that he was attempting to swallow. "Seven… knows about… your program?"

    Janeway looked up in horror, realizing that she had unwittingly confessed the rest of the secret. "I… I… oh, what the hell," she sighed, pushing back her chair. "I guess I'd better fill you in on the entire story." And with that, she proceeded to tell the tale of horror that only seemed to be getting worse and worse with each chapter.

    The poor man sitting across from her didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Here was the ever-proper captain of Voyager, confessing to a holo-addiction that was as steamy and sordid as anything ever found on Risa. He actually began squirming with pain, growing pale when she described how the poor naïve Borg… um… bit him. However, as the story progressed, his squirms turned into writhing with Kathryn's description of Seven's quick expertise with her performance on the constructed hologram, Raoul. He suddenly realized that his hand was rubbing his stimulated organ, as images of Seven's full, voluptuous lips worked their way up and down and around the hologram's manhood. The heat from his groin rapidly worked its way upward until his face flamed with increased blood pressure.

    "And that's where you came in," Kathryn's far-away voice concluded.

    "Hmm?" he said, dreamily gazing across at her, his eyes glazed with his erotic fantasies.

    "I said…" Kathryn began to repeat, as the sudden realization hit her of what was occurring on his side of the table. She angrily shoved back her chair and got up, banging the chair on the floor to waken him from his sexual stupor. "Chakotay! Don't tell me that you are even daring to think about that Borg slu…" She clenched her teeth and let out a sound that managed to combine a guttural groan and a Banshee scream. She turned on him, seething. "And to think that just before you came here tonight, I was thinking perhaps the time had come for us to stop all of our games… and to finally be honest with each other."

    Her frenzied pace charged the air in the room, the electricity in her voice shocking him back to reality. For a moment, he thought she might actually inflict physical blows on him. Damn those uncontrollable thoughts! Seven? Never in his most dreaded nightmares!

    "Kathryn… please…" he began to plead, but then caught himself. Let's see, Miss High and Mighty… if I recall correctly, you had a certain blond lieutenant in your little dalliance program…

    He righted his stance, taking on a defiance that she seldom had seen in him. His mouth spread into a cruel grin. "My thoughts are my thoughts, Kathryn; you can't accuse me of something that you can't prove. However, if I remember correctly, in the holodeck earlier today, you enjoyed some skills of our ace of a helmsman that would never show up in any Starfleet records. As I recall, you even asked for his 'services' before you considered mine."

    Kathryn stopped her frenetic stride and turned to him. She drew back her right hand, insinuating that, for the first time ever, she was going to hit her first officer. Thinking better of the action, she, too, stood firm and erect, Her lower jaw jutted forward, her eyes aflame with thought as to how she would answer his allegation. Their darting motion told him that she was finding it difficult to rebut his accusation.

    "Cat got your tongue?" he finally said, his smile stating his victory.

    She took a deep breath before nodding back to him. "All right; you got me there." She looked into his eyes. "But the program is now deleted; you can't prove a thing."

    He turned and slowly walked over to the low sofa underneath her wide starscape window. A low laugh echoed back to her. "Hmmm; maybe not. Ever hear of back-up files, Kathryn? As soon as I realized what was going on, just before I entered the holodeck, I made a copy of your program and encrypted it in a way that you can't break. I've got my 'evidence', for anytime I need it." He sank into the cushions, his arms spread across the low back of the sofa, his legs stretched out in satisfied repose.

    Janeway's face reddened with her rising temper as she rapidly strode over to the sofa. "You wouldn't dare!" she seethed at the grinning dark man.

    "I'll tell you what," he said, motioning for her to sit down next to him. "You tell me how you superceded all holodeck forbidden programming protocols to produce holo-images of crew members - specificallyTom and me… exact ones, at that… and I'll consider not revealing any of this. Then again, maybe I should go talk with Seven…" he smirked.

    Kathryn knew that he'd called her bluff. She had started out honestly telling him the entire story, so she's better complete it. She sighed as she began. "All right; I'll tell you. But, so help me, Chakotay… if I ever hear that you've repeated it…"

    He laughed. "I know; I know. You'll put me off at the nearest planet, M-class or not…"

    "You've got that right," she confirmed. She settled back into the sofa, feeling small and vulnerable beside his larger body. "It's this way." She took another deep breath. "After I found out that I could have certain… um… urges satisfied by holographic images, and after the debacle with the holodecks being wiped clean after the 'Fair Haven' incident, I decide that when we reinstalled all the holodeck functions that I would take a little bit of um… captain's prerogative… and allow certain programming capabilities be available to myself only. I know that I was overstepping certain boundaries here, but… oh my god, Chakotay; seven years out here is such a long time…"

    "Why me?" he interrupted. "Why Tom?"

    She flushed with an uncharacteristic blush, lowering her eyes to prevent anything other than words to escape. "Because… you two… are the only ones that I've… that I've…oh, hell, Chakotay; everyone knows that Tom and I have, well, 'procreated', albeit in a rather primitive situation. But, even then, even in a primordial form, he was so sweet and gentle and understanding…"

    Chakotay merely shook his head at this long-forgotten memory. Looking up, he continued. "And me?"

    Now it was time to bite the proverbial bullet. No matter what she said, she would feel the depth of hurt of the past few years… of their repressed pain and sorrow. "You? Well… let's just say that ever since our time together on New Earth, it has been… um… very difficult to suppress what I've really felt about you." She inched closer to him, and braved touching his face. "Do you know what it's been like for me… all these years… to tell myself that I'm a Starfleet captain first and a woman second? It was only through a holodeck program that I finally allowed myself explore the 'other' me. When I found out how I could manipulate the holoprogram images, such as I did with Michael Sullivan, I decided that, if I were going to break the rules, I might as well 'create' images that I found … most pleasing… and stimulating."

    He chuckled. "I guess you liked me better in my 'New Earth' form more than my current one?"

    She patted his rounded stomach, her eyes bright with glee. "Well, we've both changed in physique a little since then. I know that my own… er… um… center of gravity… has shifted a little since then, too."

    "But that blue dress of yours still fits, doesn't it?" he smiled, remembering how good he felt every time he saw her in that favorite piece of civilian apparel from their New Earth days.

    She returned his memories. "Yes, it does. I've always liked it, too…"

    He pulled her close; her head rested on his chest, just below his shoulder; his chin cushioned itself into the silky pillow of her hair. "Now, my dear 'artisitic' captain… tell me; how did you clone Mr. Paris and myself so perfectly?"

    Her husky voice snickered and she shook her head, wondering if she should tell him. Smiling, with renewed bravado, she continued. "When I was a cadet, there was an old adage that made the rounds. It stated that you could determine a male's sexual 'attributes' by taking the measurement of his middle finger from the bottom of the large middle joint to the tip of the finger stretched onto the palm of his hand and multiply by a factor of 1.5 to calculate his flaccid length. If you multiplied by 2.77, you would arrive at his aroused length. For girth, you multiplied either length by 3.12 to get the circumference of his organ at any given time. So, I just applied that formula to known parameters, and voila… an entire picture of my male friends."

    She glanced at his shocked face. "Guess there's a lot of truth to the old saying!" Her hand quickly made its way to the area between his legs, as if to double-check her theory; his body responded immediately to the thrill of her touch. "Now… about that backup program…"

    His hand pressed against hers, allowing her to feel the heat of his growing urgency. "Not so fast. There's something else I came across… something I think we'd better go check out in the holodeck."

    Her hand encircled his pillar of flesh, now fully awakened from its slumbering state. "Do you really think you're in any condition for us to go to a holodeck right now?" she whispered into his ear.

    "I did a little foreplanning," he answered, his voice heavy with hunger for her. He managed to pull himself together enough to say "Computer, site-to-site transport for two to holodeck two."

    The miasma of shattering molecules sparkled in the dimness of Janeway's quarters only to reassemble just as quickly in the gray grids of the holodeck. Janeway was still leaning on his chest, her lower hand unwilling to release its newfound treasure; Chakotay's arm completely encircled her frame.

    "Now, Kathryn Janeway, we're going to find out just how far your depraved imagination has taken you," Chakotay smiled, his eyes brightened by a mixture of eroticism and mischievous curiosity. "Computer, activate program Chakotay beta-one-three-omega."

    Janeway released her hand as the program crackled into being. As in the original holodeck setting with the large four poster bed, the surrounding room was a large one, with plush fabric covering the walls and the floor. Two large candled chandeliers hung heavily from the high ceiling, casting long shadows of the only other objects in the room: a large floor to ceiling post, about fifty centimeters in diameter, and three naked male figures which surrounded the large post. They stood with their faces outward, in all their full frontal glory. The men were bound at the wrists by thick velvety cord, linking each to the other by right wrist to left wrist, forming an unbroken circle like attached paper dolls. Their feet were planted firmly on the floor for balance, although their bound wrists surely held them in place. The flickering candlelight revealed them to be holo-images of Chakotay, Tom Paris and Harry Kim.

    "Now, Kathryn; how about your telling me about this program that I found in a subdirectory identified as 'Threesomes and More'. Want to elaborate some about this particular file? I believe you call it "Tom, Chak and Harry'…"

    Kathryn turned to him, her face aghast that he had managed to decrypt this most secretive file. Her body began to shake as she began her explanation. "Chakotay, I…"

    Their locked expressions were interrupted by the 'whoosh' of the holodeck doors opening. Horror washed across their faces as they turned, realizing too late that, in their site-to-site transfer, they had not called up the security locks.

    There, in the open doorway, stood Seven and Tuvok.

   Part 9

    By Guinan

    Kathryn let her head fall against Chakotay's broad chest, 'Could this day get ANY worse?' With a sigh she pushed herself away and turned to face her Security officer and his companion.

    "Mr. Tuvok, don't tell you've added telepathy to your numerous accomplishments, no don't answer that right now, whatever it is that's brought you here will have to wait a while longer, the Commander and I have an important investigation to complete. "

    Kathryn turned away from Tuvok and whispered to her first officer, "Chakotay, if you still have any feelings for me, just play along, Please"

    Chakotay nodded imperceptibly.

    Kathryn's face showed no emotion, calm and collected, she was in full defence mode now. She was a Starship Captain for Christ sake; thinking fast on her feet was her forte. This was hardly the Kobioshi Maru, although this situation could have it's own set of dire consequences, time to get her fat out of the fire and fry a lil Borg in the process. Striding across the holodeck Kathryn accessed the control console, her brain worked feverishly as her fingers flew across the controls.

    "It's not my damn program!" she hissed quietly to Chakotay. The minutes ticked by, until finally the Captain turned from the control console. A tiny smile passed between her and Chakotay, before she addressed Tuvok. "Now Mr Tuvok perhaps you would like to tell me what has brought you and Seven to this holodeck at this particular time."

    Tuvok surveyed the holodeck with his usual Vulcan stoicism, only the arch of one perfect eyebrow as his gaze swept across the scene before him indicated that anything was amiss. Looking at his superior officers he responded coolly. "Captain, Seven has brought to my attention some serious allegations against you, and the illegal use of crew members as holo-characters. I am here to determine the validity of her claims."

    "Well now that is very interesting." Kathryn seeing the smirk on Seven's face, she fought the impulse to slap her into the beta quadrant. Kathryn had already figured it out, Seven, peeved at her refusal to continue with her tutelage, had decided to change the playing field. By reporting her to Tuvok, she'd hedged her bets. Either, Kathryn would convincingly deny any involvement leaving Tuvok with no recourse but to drop the subject; the issue being her word against the Captain's. However the Captain would know that Seven meant business and next time she might not escape unscathed, so she would have to comply and continue her instruction. Alternatively Kathryn would confess, and be subjected, at the very least, to having her holodeck activities monitored for some time, leaving Seven to explore Janeway's extensive library of holo-images at her leisure. In either case, Seven would come out the winner.

    However, the only thing Kathryn hated worse than losing, was losing to a Borg. She had one more scenario up her sleeve.

    "Yes, very interesting indeed wouldn't you say so Commander?" Chakotay had already decided to play along, knowing that if the truth prevailed here, he would be publicly embarrassed. The entire crew would know that the Captain has been secretly fucking his and lord knows who else's holo-images. He might as well just tattoo loser on his forehead. Oh no, he would play along; if anyone could salvage this situation it was Kathryn Janeway.

    "Yes Captain, extremely interesting." Giving Seven a scathing look for good measure as he suddenly had an idea where Kathryn was headed. "You see Tuvok, it came to my attention earlier today that when Seven was spending all that time in the holodeck that she had been the one engaging in shall we say dubious recreational practices." Kathryn paused briefly, relishing the look on Seven's face before she continued. "As you can see, the Commander and I found this program while we were investigating her alleged indiscretions. From my preliminary findings it is apparently logged under one of my older command codes, but it is not mine. I admit that may have some knowledge of holo-technology, but is it likely that I would devise a program showing the Commander in such an embarrassing scenario and then bring him here to witness it?"

    At this point Seven attempted to interrupt but Janeway would not acquiesce, she had a full head of steam and was going in for the kill. "Upon further examination I think you'll find an engineering signature in the holomatrix of this program, and as we all know only 3 crew members on Voyager have the knowledge, access to my old command codes, AND would leave a engineering signature." Kathryn nodded to Chakotay, seeing his face she realised that he knew exactly where this was heading; she let him finish up, continuing the illusion that their presence on the holodeck had been under the guise of an investigation.

    Putting a stern frown on his face, Chakotay jumped in where Kathryn left off giving Seven no time to chime in. "That's right, 3 crew members; Harry, whom I think we can safely rule out." Chakotay paused to glance at the re-creation of the young Ensign, displayed along side his own well toned image, which was almost gleaming with sexual prowess and that of Paris, while no Adonis, there was nothing to be ashamed of there. No, no man would willingly re-create his own image so woefully lacking in comparison to the others. "B'Elanna? No, she is happily married and lately her idea of a holo-fantasy is an un-obscured view of her feet, so I think we can rule her out. So that leaves only one person. You, Seven are the only one who could have programmed this! You have the knowledge and the skill to access personal command codes; you've done it before. And knowing that the Captain had found you out, you attempted to push the blame on to her!" He finished with flourish giving a triumphant look at Kathryn.

    Tuvok looked at the command team; on the surface he could find no flaw in their logic, it would indeed have been foolish for the Captain to have brought Chakotay to witness the scene of his own humiliation, and Kathryn Janeway was nobody's fool! "Captain, with your permission I would like to interrogate Seven further on this matter. I would request that you not delete this program until I conclude my investigation?"

    Kathryn nodded, and watched with no small feeling of satisfaction as the Vulcan left with a fuming Seven in tow. Laughing, she turned to her first officer; damn even in a mess like this they made a hell of a team. Wordlessly she walked into his embrace, pulling his head towards hers in to a probing kiss. Chakotay broke the kiss, and motioned with his head towards their captive audience. "What about them?"

    "I meant what I said Chakotay; it's not my program. My God think what you might about me but I would never have included Harry! I'm sorry that's just a bit too much like incest!" Then with a wicked grin she added, "Tuvok maybe but Har..."

    "That's NOT funny!" He interrupted harshly, but her wicked grin was contagious; the only way he could suppress the grin threatening to break across his face was to capture her lips with his in a fierce kiss, Kathryn responded by grinding herself against his renewed erection. "Kathryn, " Chakotay groaned against her lips, I'll never make it back to your quarters if you keep this up. That transport was a one way trip."

    Releasing his lips, she met his passionate gaze and made her choice. "I think I've lost my taste for holodeck fantasies. Computer, end program." The surrounding fantasy background disappeared and the standard gold and black hologrid appeared. "Computer, engage privacy lock authorization Janeway Delta 6-14 Alpha. With a quick hand Kathryn unsnapped the closure of his pants as she moved downward, assuming a kneeling position in front of Chakotay, deftly taking his pants & boxers with her allowing them to pool around his ankles.

    "Kath???"

    "Shhhh.. You'll never make it back to my quarters in this condition, besides it might make you more receptive to forgiving me." With a wink she set upon her task. Taking him in hand, her tongue gently swirling the head. He sighed deeply at the sensation, looking at her bent at his feet lovingly caressing him; he tried to steel his resolve, to remember his previous anger from earlier in the day. His body however had other ideas. Her tongue was coaxing responses from him that he hadn't experienced in so very long, he made a last ditch effort to argue.

    "It's gonna take more than a blow jo...OOOH." Chakotay groaned in mid sentence, giving in as her lips encased his hard flesh, teeth scraping gently as she took in his entire length. Sucking him as she withdrew, her hands became as busy as her mouth. One hand pumping his shaft along side her luscious lips, the other alternating between caressing his testes, and probing the space just behind them. He fought the urge to simply grab her by the hair and thrust mindlessly into her until his completion. In the end he settled for entwining his hands in her hair, murmuring endearing words of encouragement.

    Kathryn stole a glance upward at Chakotay; the expression on his face was one of rapture, his hands lovingly caressing her hair. A tightening of her chest and a flutter in her lower abdomen made her realize what all the arguing earlier had not. She loved him, and he could do the one thing a hologram could never do, love her back! With this sudden revelation, Kathryn turned her full attention back to Chakotay. Suddenly his legs tensed, his scrotum pulled up and his hands stilled in her hair. He came with a glorious roar, filling her mouth with his salty sweet fluid.

    Once his breathing was back under control, Kathryn helped Chakotay dress, and they made their way to her quarters. Luck was with them once again allowing them to make the journey with out encountering a single soul. Arriving in record time, they entered making their way to the bedroom without any preamble, lips coming together in a rush of passion, hands tearing at clothing nothing but their moans and soft sighs of passion to distract them. Chakotay's lips had just found the hard pebbled flesh of her right breast when;

    "Tuvok to Captain Janeway"

    Kathryn almost screamed at the ill timing of her Chief of Security. Inwardly cursing Vulcans six ways to Sunday, she took a few calming breaths while she located her com badge and then answered in her best command voice. "Yes Lt. Commander?"

    "I must inform you that upon further investigation I have determined that Seven is not the only Senior Staff member to indulge in illegal use of Holo-imagery..."

   

   Part 10

By Cloud Dancing

    Kathryn cursed silently, before answering the Vulcan. "Very well Tuvok, do nothing further, I suggest you meet myself and Commander Chakotay in my ready room in 15 minutes, and bring any evidence you may have of this illegal use of the holodecks."

    Chakotay groaned loudly, clearly aware that there was to be no prospect of him and Kathryn continuing what they had just started, he pulled himself into a sitting position, his cock still erect, pressed into Kathryn's back. "Don't suppose you'd care to alleviate my problem in the same manner as on the holodeck?" he inquired, hoping she'd say yes, but knowing that the answer would be no!

    Kathryn swivelled around, pulling his head down to hers and kissing him passionately while at the same time her hand slipped over his engorged member, fingers stroking the silken length. As she felt him push his organ further into her caress she pulled away.

    "Not now Mister, we need to find out what Tuvok knows, you'll have to take care of the problem yourself this time, feel free to use my bathroom." Kathryn's voice brooked no prospect of disobedience. She rose and went to pull a fresh uniform from her closet and underwear from the chest of drawers. Sighing, Chakotay followed her instructions, grabbing up his clothes and entering the bathroom, he turned before closing the door, "You owe me Kathryn Janeway and I intend to collect!"

    "Oh I always pay my debts Commander!" she replied sensuously. Chakotay's answer was an anguished cry as the bathroom door closed behind him.

    Ten minutes later both senior officers were dressed and entering the turbo lift and heading for Kathryn's ready room. "Is there any chance Tuvok has discovered your real program?" inquired Chakotay as he lounged against the lift wall keeping his distance from Kathryn; masturbation had solved his immediate physical problem, but he was having considerable difficulty in preventing his mind from straying to thoughts of Kathryn's naked flesh pressed up against his own.

    "I don't believe so, when I deleted the Chakotay-Paris fantasy I deleted all similar files with my command codes attached." Kathryn answered him somewhat distractedly.

    "Similar files! Kathryn just how many programs of this nature did you write?" asked a shocked Chakotay.

    "Do you really want to know Chakotay?" she asked archly taking a step nearer to the Commander.

    "Yes, but keep your distance Kathryn, otherwise one of my fantasies will be fulfilled, and the betting pool will finally pay out to some lucky punter."

    Kathryn gave a hoot of laughter, "Oh god Chakotay not sex in the turbo lift!"

    "Wild abandoned sex in the turbo lift if you don't mind Captain, with you screaming for more!" replied Chakotay.

    "Maybe later Chakotay, maybe later" "But how about you Chakotay, is it possible that your signature may be on some of these files Tuvok has uncovered?" Kathryn continued as she resumed her place against the far wall of the lift.

    "Kathryn, I swear I've never written any programs of that nature, I copied that one of yours and altered it slightly but that's it," replied Chakotay earnestly.

    "Well that's not a problem, as I deleted your copy when I was trying to trace the 'Three Guys' program, and believe me my holo-tech skills have improved by leaps and bounds over the last two years, there is no way Tuvok could have discovered any evidence of that program."

 "Then what the hell has he discovered?" breathed Chakotay as the lift came to a halt.

    "Well we'll soon find out" replied Kathryn as she and Chakotay exited the lift and made their way across the bridge to her ready room, a brief "As you were Mr Kim" stopped Harry from rising from the command chair, which he occupied as temporary Officer of the Watch.

    Moments later Tuvok joined Kathryn and Chakotay in the Ready Room, he carried a Padd, which he immediately proffered to his Captain. "I have had insufficient time to trace all the suspect files, however I have sufficient evidence that the command codes of several officers have been used in connection with inappropriate use of holo images of crew members. As yet I am unable to determine whether the codes were used by their rightful owners or whether in fact they have been obtained illegally by someone else." Tuvok informed Kathryn in his usual efficient and dispassionate manner.

    "Thank you Tuvok, er.. about Seven, did you glean any further information from her?" inquired Kathryn, keeping her voice neutral.

    "I am afraid not, she refuses to say anything at all, in fact if it was any other crewmember besides Seven of Nine I would say she was sulking," replied the Vulcan, whose eyebrow rose a trifle as his Captain hastily smothered a snort of laughter.

    "Well perhaps I may have better luck." Kathryn told him as she downloaded the data from the Padd into her personal computer console. As she studied the information provided by Tuvok the other two officers studiously avoided looking at her or each other. After a few minutes Kathryn stood and walked over to where Tuvok stood almost at attention.

    "I see what you mean, it is mere fragments of files, sub strings, snippets of programs, codes scattered haphazardly throughout, clearly insufficient to confront any member of the crew at this stage." Kathryn informed Tuvok, but clearly the message was for Chakotay also. The first officer stifled a sigh of relief.

    "Quite Captain that is why I'm requesting permission to pursue the matter further."

    Kathryn considered Tuvok's request, she knew that his suspicions would be aroused if she flatly denied permission, but at the same time she did not want her Security Officer uncovering any additional information that might embarrass herself or Chakotay.

    "Given the somewhat delicate nature of this problem and its possible repercussions on crew moral if it became common knowledge, I feel that it is perhaps more of  a disciplinary matter than a security problem Mr Tuvok. There is no evidence that these er.. um.. programs have threatened ship's security. I wonder if it would not be better if Commander Chakotay and myself took over the investigations, as you know we'd already begun our own inquiries when you and Seven interrupted us on the holodeck."

    Tuvok considered what Kathryn had said, his captain noting his hesitancy began again, "Unless you believe that I or the Commander are somehow involved in this?" the challenge was clear, 'Put up or shut up Tuvok.'

    Tuvok realised that he would have to concede the matter, "I have found no evidence, other than Seven's dubious allegations, of yours or the Commander' s involvement. I shall naturally obey your wishes in regards to this problem, however should you uncover any possible threat to the security of Voyager in your investigation, I would remind you it is your duty to inform your security officer of such matters."

    "Naturally Mr Tuvok, if perhaps you could take over command for the next few days the Commander and I can devote our energies to getting to the bottom of this sorry affair."

    "Very well Captain" agreed Tuvok who realised he'd been dismissed and exited the ready room.

    Chakotay and Kathryn breathed out a collective sigh of relief, as they sank side by side on to the couch.

    "That was uncomfortable," stated Chakotay as he slid nearer to Kathryn his arm snaking around her shoulders to pull her closer.

    Kathryn snuggled back against his broad chest, idly stroking his hand as it dipped towards her breast.

    "What exactly was on that Padd?" inquired Chakotay.

    "Just bits and pieces, a jumble of fragments, clearly there is something there but a number of different attempts have been used to erase or alter some of the files, many of the codes were old ones, and not always attached to a source signature that would be normally used by the rightful owners of the codes. However I did manage to uncover a little more about the 'Three Guys' program, you may not like it when I tell you who wrote that damn thing." Kathryn kept her voice free of any implication of censure.

    "Who Kathryn?" inquired Chakotay, as his hand stopped the gentle caress of her breast.

    She turned to him, her hand cupping his cheek, "Belanna" she whispered.

    "WHAT!" exclaimed Chakotay unable to believe that his oldest friend on Voyager, a married woman carrying a child could wrote such an erotic program.

    "Whoa! Chakotay the program was an old one it must have been written in the first few months after we merged the Maquis with Voyager's crew, I've no idea how it got mixed up with part of my program."

    "What will you do? About Belanna, I mean?"

    "Don't worry I'm not about to reveal her secret to Tuvok and certainly not to Tom. However Belanna could prove an asset in tracking down this whole sorry mess, she and Harry are two of the best holodeck programmers on this ship, well not counting me of course!" finished Kathryn with a grin.

    "I'd gathered that, and don't think I've forgotten about those other similar files of yours either!"

    "All in good time, all in good time."

    Kathryn slipped her hand down Chakotay's torso until it reached his semi erect member. She expertly unfastened the closure of his pants and slipped her long slim fingers inside the opening and quickly caressed his cock into full arousal.

    "Computer engage privacy lock, Janeway Beta alpha three six," ordered Kathryn as she manoeuvred Chakotay's pants and boxers over his hips. Chakotay needed no urging as he lifted his hips from the couch to aid the removal of his clothing. At the same time his hands deftly unfastened Kathryn's own pants pushing them over her slim backside to reveal the wispy white lace panties she wore. He plunged his fingers beneath the lace, parting her outer lips in order to penetrate her slick opening. She gasped as his fingers thrust into her, there would be time for finesse later, now they needed to satisfy their overwhelming sexual desire for each other.

    Chakotay rolled her underneath him, as he toed off his boots allowing Kathryn to push off his pants and underwear, his own hand tugged sharply at her pants a ripping sound clearly audible as he removed the lacy panties. Jackets and turtle- necks were hastily removed, tank tops pushed up their respective chests.

    He parted her thighs with his knee; his fingers resumed their rough caress of her inner walls. She gripped his buttocks pulling him closer her fingernails digging into the still firm flesh of his arse. Pushing up her bra Chakotay brought his lips down onto her breast sucking and laving each one in turn until the nipples hardened to tight peaks. Kathryn pushed her hips towards his groin, grinding herself against his steel shaft. She reached between their sweating bodies to grasp his cock guiding it towards her opening, "Now Chakotay I can't wait any longer" she moaned.

    Pulling his fingers from her opening he thrust forcefully into her vagina, penetrating her completely, stifling her cry with his mouth, tongue probing and tasting her sweetness. He stilled for a few seconds allowing her to adjust to his entry. The upward thrust of her hips indicated she was ready for more. His hands reached beneath her thighs raising her legs over his shoulders increasing his penetration.

    "Tell me how you want it Kathryn," he growled.

    "Hot, hard and fast, we can get creative later!" She commanded.

    "Yes ma'am" he relied as he thrust into her, before withdrawing almost completely then thrusting again. His thrusts quickened, each one bringing his pelvis slamming down onto her mound, his balls slapping against her arse. She met each thrust with one of her own, increasing his penetration. He adjusted the angle of his hips rotating them as he thrust, his rigid cock finding her G spot causing her to stifle a scream of pleasure.

    "Open your eyes Kathryn" he commanded. She obeyed with some difficulty, his black dilated pupils met hers; silently they acknowledged it was time. He quickened his pace his strokes shorter and faster as he felt his scrotum tighten painfully, the need to relief the pressure almost unbearable.

    Kathryn felt the familiar heat as her inner muscles began to contract around Chakotay's cock, she bucked her hips upwards impaling herself on the rigid member; her breathing merely ragged gasps for air, her body flushed with arousal as she neared her climax.

    Chakotay slipped his hand between their sweating bodies, fingers homing in on the tiny bundle of nerves at the top of her opening, he pressed down firmly. He watched as her pupils rolled upwards her lower body writhing uncontrollably beneath him as she came harder than she had ever done before; he gave two more violent thrusts before he too went over the edge, pumping his fluid into her tight channel. Finally both stilled, he lowered himself gently onto her, unable to withdraw as she clasped his shoulders fiercely.

    "Well that solves my little fitness problem, at this rate I'll be back in shape in no time, maybe we ought to get the doctor to prescribe regular 'sessions' for the whole crew." He told her, as he fought to gain control of his breathing.

    Kathryn moaned quietly as she relaxed her grip on Chakotay allowing him to roll off her, his softening member slipping out of her opening allowing their combined fluids to flow down over her buttocks onto the cushions of the couch. As she lowered her legs she grimaced slightly as her body reacted to the strenuous activity of a few minutes ago.

    "No I think it should be reserved for the most senior staff only." Kathryn replied as she playfully ran her fingers over his arse, before mentally shaking herself out of the torpor induced by their sexual exploits.

    "Chakotay we have to stop this, we need to clear up this business of the holodecks once and for all." Kathryn told him as she struggled to a sitting position, pulling her bra and tank top back into place.

    "I know, but it's so much more fun than tracing holo programs!" laughed Chakotay, rising from the sofa and making his way to the ready room bathroom. He returned with a damp washcloth and proceeded to carefully sponge Kathryn's pubic regions, when he finished he placed a quick kiss on her mound before handing her the torn panties.

    "Not much use now are they Chakotay, looks as if I'll have to go 'commando'" laughed Kathryn as she pulled on her uniform pants and jacket.

    "Sorry" murmured Chakotay as he too resumed his clothing.

    Once dressed Kathryn returned to command mode taking her seat at her computer console she quickly tapped out instructions to the computer. "I've cancelled all use of the holo decks and its computers for the next three days, we need to have clear uninterrupted access to all the files, I've used my own security code so no-one will be able to delete or alter any files now in the system."

    "So what do we do now?" inquired Chakotay.

    "Belanna!"

    "Ouch!" exclaimed Chakotay.

    "Janeway to Torres"

    Seconds later the voice of Voyager's chief engineer replied. "Torres here Captain."

    "Belanna could you come to my ready room immediately" requested Kathryn.

    "On my way captain" replied Lt Torres.

    Kathryn busied herself at the console until the familiar access request signal beeped. Belanna was admitted to the room, a puzzled look on her face.

    Kathryn rose from the console, ushering the heavily pregnant Torres to a seat, but not on the sofa as Chakotay pushed a cushion over the tell tale stains resulting from his and Kathryn's frantic coupling.

    "Belanna there is no gentle way to say this, and believe me I'd rather not have too, but we need to discover what you know about a holo program named 'Three Guys and More!'"

    Belanna paled, sinking back into the cushions of the chair, her hands covered her face.

    "Captain I er...."

  Boz

Part Eleven

By Boz

Kathryn sensed her distress and wanting to give her time to collect her
thoughts, she asked Chakotay to get her a drink of water.

B’Elanna lifted her head at the sound of the captain’s request. There
was a note in her voice that she had never heard before, but before she
looked at the captain, her eye was caught by something else. She had
been so distracted by the question, she hadn't tuned into her other
senses but her sense of smell was even more acute as her pregnancy
advanced and she instantly became aware of three things..........there
was a cushion on the couch that didn't quite cover a fresh looking
stain; poking out from behind it was a small lace item, clearly torn
down one side............and the smell, well, there was no disguising
that although the captain and Chakotay wouldn’t even know that her
Klingon senses were on full alert.

She grinned inwardly. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so hard after all.

Chakotay came back from the bathroom with the water, and as he handed it
to her he glanced down and saw that his attempts at coverup had been
less than adequate so plonked himself down right on the wet spot.

B’Elanna giggled to herself and took a deep breath.......

“This goes back a long way; we are all different people now and I want
you to know that to my knowledge this programme was run only once. I
thought I had purged it from the holomemory, so I can’t imagine how you
know.” She paused, hoping for elucidation. The captain merely fixed her
with a steely glare, but B’Elanna no longer felt afraid. “You may
remember that planet we visited early in our journey, the one we all
thought reminded us of Risa?” Chakotay and the captain glanced at each
other - how could they forget? They had thought they were going to lose
half the crew and when they had finally scooped them all back on board
again, most of them were so drunk on jellyfish wine that they’d had to
work with a skeleton crew for a couple of days.

“Well, Jenny, Megan and I were just getting to know each other and we
managed to smuggle a bottle of jellyfish wine on board and programme it
into the replicators. One night we decided to have a girl’s night with
the jellyfish wine. I suppose it had a potent effect on us. Jenny kept
going on about the blue goo lubricant that she’d brought back from the
planet with her and we were trying to figure out how we could actually
test its effectiveness. Soon we found ourselves sharing our fantasies
about the ‘guys’ on board and I don’t know which one of us it was who
suggested we write a new holoprogram to see if it would work.”

B’Elanna paused and reddened as her voice dropped. “Um, I guess you
didn't know, Chakotay, but for a long time I’d harboured a secret crush
on you.” The look on her face told her that he had no idea, and she
didn't even dare look in the captain’s direction.

“I apologise, Captain, but in our haste, we altered your Lord Burleigh
programme and added Chakotay, Tom and Harry to the mixture. It didn't
take long for me to realise there was a problem.” She looked at Chakotay
again, her face a deep crimson by now. “I realised that I had such a
deep respect for you, I just couldn’t do it. I was embarrassed, even in
my drunkenness and much to the twin’s disgust deleted that part of the
programme. This left three of us and only two men. Up until then I had
never looked on Tom with anything but disdain. I guess I thought like
everyone else, that he was a lightweight fool, but suddenly, there in
the holoprogram, I found myself lusting after him and even with the
blue goo and the wine, I knew that my experiences were only a shadow of
the real thing. It was from then that I set out to pursue the real Tom
with everything at my disposal.’

“....and the Delany sisters?” Kathryn couldn’t restrain her curiosity.

“Let’s just say Harry, Jenny, Megan, a bottle of blue goo and jellyfish
wine was described to me later as a mind blowing experience!”

There was a short silence as everyone collected their thoughts, then
B’Elanna added her punchline. “Captain, I know what I did was wrong, but
I did try to make amends  by deleting the programme. Tom has no idea
that this ever happened and I would hate for him to find out. After all,
all of us have some secrets that we don’t want everyone to hear about,
don’t we?” and she gestured in the direction of Chakotay who looked
distinctly uncomfortable perched on the edge of the cushion. She could
see that sometime during the conversation he had tried to stuff the
captain’s panties into his pocket, but  a telltale fragment of lace
dangled down the side of his pants.

Kathryn caught the glance and realised that yet again a younger member
of her crew was neatly setting out to blackmail her. She and Chakotay
exchanged a worried look; there was even more to this than B’Elanna
needed to know. She sighed, somehow she just couldn’t feel as pissed
with B’Elana as she could with Seven. She gave a halfhearted shrug.

“Well, I guess this was a long time ago. I’m prepared to forgive your
indiscretions. Your holodeck privileges are suspended for the next three
days.”

“Yes, ma’am.” B’Elanna grinned in relief. They all knew that she never
had time for holofun nowadays.

“....and by the way, things seem very quiet today. On your way out
collect Tom and take him home - you both have the rest of the day off.
Dismissed.”

Neither Kathryn nor Chakotay had any desire to face the real Mr Paris
just yet.

B’Elanna left almost at a run. She couldn’t believe how her bacon had
been saved and just talking about the holoprogram along with what she
knew had transpired in the ready room had made her one hot Klingon. She
stopped behind Tom and slid her hands over his shoulders.

“The captain’s given us the rest of the day off, come home with me now.”

She leant forward and whispered in his ear “...and I mean now....and do
I have something to tell you.......” Then she bit hard on his earlobe.
Tom recognised the note in her voice and shivered. An aroused, pregnant
Klingon was almost too much for one man to handle. He knew better than
to let her hear him sigh, but as they walked past Harry he heard a
chortle, followed by “I'll alert the Doc”.

Back in the ready room, Kathryn slumped into her chair and put her face
in her hands. Chakotay was quickly behind her pulling her back into him,
strong fingers massaging the stress from her shoulders.

“I don’t know whether to laugh or cry! What if Tom should ever find out
about my programme?”

He swung her round onto her feet and pulled her into a hard embrace.

“Well, it seems you and I are the only people who know and I’m sure
you're not going to tell, and I must admit although I did find the
session with Holotom quite....ummm....arousing, from now on you will
have so much on your hands just trying to keep me satisfied that I don’t
think either of us will even want to cast a thought in Tom’s direction.”

His hands started to roam down her body, sliding under the waistband of
her trousers to cup her firm, naked buttocks. With an effort she swatted
him away and stepped back.

“We still haven't solved all of the mysteries.”

“Let it go, Kathryn.” She looked at him, quizzically. “Look at it like
this.....B’Elanna already suspects something is up and Seven knows far
too much. If we involve anyone else, who knows what sort of a can of
worms we might open? No, the way I see it, I’ve overcome your addiction,
B’Elanna has her hands full at the moment and if there was anyone else
involved, well, they haven't harmed anyone, but if we arouse anyone
else’s suspicions, you could be facing more threats you don’t need.”

“But, Seven?”

“Restore everyone's holodeck privileges and I’ll help you deal with that
little madam. She'll never bother us again.” He leaned over the desk and
began to pull up some files onto the computer.

It took longer than they expected, interrupted as it was with a good
deal of ‘interpersonal interaction’ that left them both breathless and
ready for more.

Chakotay grabbed her hands to drag her to the couch.

“No,” she stopped him. “Go and escort Seven here, right now.”

“Kathryn, you can’t do that. Look at me!”

She ran her eyes up and down his body, noting his mussed up hair and
flushed face then licked her lips . “Hmmmm, looks pretty good to me.”

He tried another tack.

“Send Harry to fetch her.”

She glanced at him . “Why are you so reluctant?”, then sent a look that
held a hint of the Janeway glare. “You don’t........you
wouldn’t..........if there’s so much as a hint of attraction there I’ll
blow you out an airlock so fast you wont know what’s hit you!”

He snorted. “Me? Me and the Iceborg? Kathryn how could you even begin
to imagine such a thing? Look at you.....a choice between an Iceborg and
a fiery, red-headed volcano. Nope, that’s no choice in my book. Give me
fire over ice any day.” And he swung his head down and took her mouth in
a long deep kiss as his fingers slid under the waistband of her trousers
and into the slick wetness there leaving her moaning and clutching at
him. When he was sure she was in no doubt and he and brought her almost
to the edge, he was the one who pulled away as she whimpered into his
mouth and tried to drag him back..

“Now, you should have no doubts. I love you Kathryn and today you’ve
fulfilled all my dreams. Apart from anything else, I’ve heard her bite
is worse than your bark!”

He left her standing there, damp, dishevelled and grinning as he headed
for astrometrics.

Kathryn turned to go to the bathroom to try to clean up some when she
noticed a private message on her screen. It was from Tuvok, apologising
for being unable to take over command at this time and requesting a few
days of privacy. It was totally out of character, but she suddenly
realised there was only one reason a Vulcan would ever make this request
and she groaned, All she needed just now, a Vulcan undergoing Ponn Farr,
endless light years from home. She sent an acknowledgement to his
request and a silent hope that his meditation skills were strong enough
to take him through this safely.

Seven was surprised then exhilarated to see Chakotay. He had made the
effort to come to Astrometrics especially to escort her to the captain
and she could tell he was somewhat flustered and aroused. She forgot her
sulks, He was obviously excited to see her; this would be a good time to
approach him. As they stepped into the turbolift, she stepped right up
close to him, not noticing the guarded look in his eyes in her
excitement. She felt her breathing quicken, he really was an incredibly
sexy man and once she had helped him to get back into shape......all her
dreams would be fulfilled. She purred at him.

“Chakotay,  when we have finished with the captain I require your
presence on the holodeck.” She was delighted to see him shiver. “I will
prepare a picnic. This will give us time to get to know each other
better. I believe this is something that we are both desirous of.”

Chakotay spluttered, stepped into the middle of the turbolift, put his
hands on his hips and turned and glared at her.

“Seven, get this right there into that oversexed little head of yours. I
am not interested in you and I never will be. I like my women ripe and
mature for the picking, not over-inflated and underdone!”

Her jaw dropped and she tried to assimilate the information. Since she
had shed her Borg implants she knew that all of the men on board had
desired her, it was something she lived with. How could he not want her?
Just then the door opened onto the bridge and she stalked out, a
slightly amused Chakotay in her wake.

Kathryn stood behind her desk in the ready room and Chakotay took his
place, close behind, leaving Seven in no doubt as to where his loyalties
lay.

“Sit!”

“I prefer to stand”

“Sit, that’s an order.” Kathryn knew how to put an opponent at an
immediate disadvantage. Seven folded herself uncomfortably into the
seat.

“Seven, what you did in involving Tuvok in our holodeck shenanigans was
vindictive and revengeful. You acted like the spoilt child you still are
when you had your toy taken away. Your behaviour was unforgivable and I
will find it hard to ever trust you again. If you ever, EVER pull a
stunt like that again I’ll find the nearest Borg cube and transport you
right back on board. Do I make myself clear?”

Seven had no doubt she meant it. She felt a frissom of fear; she had
seen this woman tackle a Borg queen. When she meant business, she meant
business.

Kathryn strode around the table and began again, punctuating every word
with a hard poke of her finger into the middle of Seven’s not
inconsiderable chest.

“And there’s one more thing. Chakotay is mine, MINE! Do you hear that?
If I ever so much as see you cast a sideways glance in his direction I
will personally pull every one of those pretty little Borg implants from
your body, one at a time with my bare hands, then you’ll be out an
airlock so fast you wont know what’s hit you!”

She walked back to Chakotay and wrapped her arms around him, making it
quite clear that he was her property.

Seven was nonplused. None of this was expected. She had no doubt the
captain meant every word, but her mind began to race, trying to figure
out where her advantage lay. Chakotay interrupted her train of thought,
his voice in sharp contrast to the captain’s fiery tones.

“The captain and I have decided to reward you in advance for your
silence and acquiescence on this matter. This gift comes with
conditions. You will never speak of any of these matters again to anyone
including us. Break these conditions and I’ll back the captain up 100%
in her punishment. Is that clear?”

Seven nodded. Maybe it would be worth their buying her silence after
all.

Chakotay handed her a new holographic chip, then rapidly dismissed her.
The door had scarcely shut when Kathryn threw herself at him with a huge
sigh. Perhaps they had managed to salvage something from this mess after
all.

Seven headed straight for the holodeck and found herself standing in the
doorway to a room she recognised, although some changes had been made to
the decor. The walls were no longer lined in red velvet, they were
draped with pink and purple swathes of material and all around the room
were huge bowls of purple roses, their perfume almost cloying in its
thickness. She looked towards the bed. The light had been dimmed so that
even her senses couldn’t make out the figure clearly, but she thought
she recognised the profile. She was taken aback at first then she felt a
rush of arousal gushing between her thighs. Maybe the captain and
Chakotay weren’t as angry with her as she had anticipated; they had
decided to gift her with the Holochak programme to allow her to continue
to pleasure herself with her fantasy man now that the captain no longer
needed him. She approached the bed, and realised that her olfactory
sensors were working overtime. The roses were by now putting out a
perfume so intense it was as though they were forming a barrier around
the bed, trying to keep her away and it almost required a physical
effort to push through. Suddenly she saw the figure in the bed more
clearly; obviously she had been mistaken. The outfit was the same but
this certainly wasn’t the buffed, younger looking commander; no she had
been gifted with the Raoul programme! She allowed herself a cool smile
and a stab of lust hit her as she remembered the pleasure he had brought
to her with his amazing tongue.

The blindfolded figure heard her heels clattering on the floor and she
heard his voice drifting across to her.

“Sven, is that you my sweet? I have been lying here waiting to feel your
firm buttocks, your strong arms, come closer so I can feel the steel in
those thighs.”

Seven stopped for a moment. his voice had changed, he had developed a
lisp and somehow it sounded very, well, feminine; she could almost
imagine him giggling with delight.

“Take those clothes off Sven, I want to hear them sliding over those
taut muscles. what is it today? a white t-shirt and tight leathers? “

Now this was a request Seven had heard before and she was only too happy
to oblige, although the programmers had obviously made an error in
programming her name into his subroutines. She quickly stripped the
tight suit down her body and stepped over to him.

She remembered her lessons well, and grabbing the zipper of his pants in
her teeth, pulled it down then slid the tight trousers from his hips.
His member seemed much smaller than she remembered it....much smaller,
but she lowered her head, and began to lick around the top, slowly
stroking up and down with her hands. Raoul moaned sensually, causing
more arrows of desire to flood through her as she valiantly stroked and
sucked, but to no avail! There was no reaction from the small, flaccid
member encased in her thick sensual lips. She stopped for a moment but
he sighed “Don’t stop.” The desire in his voice was driving her mad. She
remembered the joys of his bifurcated tongue and swung herself onto the
bed, so that her legs straddled his face. She leant down to take him in
her mouth again, and as she did so pushed herself down hard against his
open mouth as her pendulous globes massaged his stomach. Instantly he
bucked her off with a roar and she rolled off him...

“You’re not Sven......you’re, you’re..........a woman!” he screamed.

Seven sat back on her heels staring in amazement. She still felt the
heat of arousal, and in that moment she realised two things; she had
been totally duped and there wasn’t a single thing she could do about
it.....and sexual frustration could be even more painful than
desire......

Tuvok sat on the floor of his cabin, staring into his meditation lamp
through his steepled fingers. His mind was fighting continually with the
hormones beginning to rage through his body. He dragged deep into his
consciousness to seek out the ancient chants, which would guide him
through this time. As he watched the golden flames of the lamp, they
suddenly turned into flowing waves of golden hair. He battled his mind,
emptying it of all thought, but his hormones fought back and again he
saw the golden waves. The base of the lamp morphed and twisted into
stars and sworls of metal and he saw them settle above eyes as blue as
the Terran seas. He felt the hormones raging deep within him and knew
that meditation alone was not going to work; there was only one way he
would ever make it through this Ponn Farr. Without thinking, his eyes
ablaze, he rose to his feet. “Computer, locate Seven of Nine.”

In the Ready Room, Kathryn and Chakotay clung to each other the tears
running down their faces as they hooted with laughter.

“You are a wicked, wicked man, Mister Chakotay.” She flicked off the
visual which had given them a voyeur’s eye view of Seven’s frustration.

“You’re not so innocent yourself, ma’am!” he threw at her. “Now, I
believe that Seven of Nine’s not the only one around here with
unfinished business.”

She grinned at him. “Not here, though. Let’s go home. I want you all to
myself all night, no interruptions. I’m going to replicate a bottle of
jellyfish wine then blow the top off your skull before the night is
over.” And she ran her fingers along the length of him a few times just
to emphasise the point.
***********************

Harry looked up as the captain and commander walked across the bridge.
Chakotay was very close behind the captain with his hand on her
shoulder, even, and both of them looked, well, kind of hot and bothered.
Harry grinned then he felt the familiar heat spiralling into his groin
as he watched Chakotay’s muscles rippling down his buttocks as he
followed the captain into the turbolift. Thank goodness his shift was
almost over. He let his mind drift as he finished off the last of his
duties.

At first he had been so shocked when Tom had introduced him, early in
the voyage to his very private holograms of various crewmembers in
various combinations that he had ranted and raved and threatened to tell
the captain. He had taken as many of the programmes as he could and
deleted them, trying not to leave any fragments. Then he had become
curious and without telling Tom had reactivated one of the remaining
programmes, ‘A Date with B’Elanna’. He’d explained his bruises and cuts
to the EMH as a fall down a Jeffries tube, but from that moment he had
been hooked, and for nearly seven years had managed to keep his dark
hobby a secret. He knew a lot of the crew members discussed his celibacy
and wondered how he managed it. He also knew if his deep, dark
obsessions were to be found out his career in Starfleet would no doubt
come to an abrupt end but as the best holoprogrammer on the ship he was
certain his secret was secure. He thought of his two favourite chips and
felt a stirring in his groin again as he tossed up which one he’d be
using tonight. The threesome of B’Elanna, the captain and Seven was fun,
but his mind kept turning to his deepest fixation and he knew he
couldn't resist. If only the real Tom and Chakotay knew how he was
planning to spend the evening he’d be a dead man, but that’s what added
the edge of excitement and danger that fed his addiction.

He finished up and stepped over to the turbolift with an anticipatory
grin on his face.  There seemed to be a malfunction in the turbolift; it
was stalled between decks, but no-one had noticed. He put his ear to the
door to see if there were any cries for help. It took him a moment to
register what he was hearing; a series of regular, muffled thumps and a
voice, no, the captain's voice screaming “More, more, give me
more..............” His grin grew wider, So, he wasn't the only one with
secrets on board!

********************
Anyone who had, over the years, observed the adventures of this tiny
ship lost in the unknown reaches of the Delta Quadrant would have asked
themselves how so many good looking, hot-blooded people had managed to
keep their hands off each other and remain celibate for so long. It
seems that even in space, walls have secrets.............and the small
ship of sex-drenched souls sailed on through the unknown seas of
stars............
.....finis......