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The Corrupted Files of the J/C Smut Sisters: 1. PRIVATELY QUARTERED
(NC-17)
April 1998 - May 2001
~*~
Hadn't he understood the invitation? Already, she had gone over her invitation in her head a thousand times, examining the double entendre she dropped as she entered the turbo lift, "Commander, I'll be in my quarter for the rest of the evening if you'd liked to go over ship's functions privately." Certainly he understood!
His answer, "Aye, Captain."
Janeway flounced on the couch, irritably. Maybe this was some sort of payback. They were supposed to have met in his cabin after dinner a week ago, the very evening of... Her body responded as she replayed the session they had shared – first in the briefing room, then her ready room. She remembered waking up in his arms, cramped on the wide couch. She shook her head absently. What had they started?
No, she rationalized. They had prepared, even for any possibilities of any of this affecting their command relationship.
After they dressed silently, they spoke only in whispers. Their intent for these trysts to remain emotionless, with no strings attached, both knowing before the promise was made that the deal had been made null by existing conditions, broken before the seal was put in place – before their palms touched, each other’s fingers closing around the outer hand of the other.
"This is ridiculous." She hadn't realized that she'd put the bowl of fruit down after her third pass. She spoke only to herself, stepping into her bedroom. She removed her satin robe not bothering to change into something more appropriate to sleeping, slipped between the chilly sheets and warm coverlet, the contrasting sensations serving, only to heighten her arousal.
This would be a long night.
~*~
Janeway awoke to the shock of Chakotay's warm muscular body pressed tightly against hers. She tried to turn in bed, but he held her in place. "You are too late, Commander."
Her attempts at trying to sound blasé were lost on him. Currently, he was raking his hands over her naked skin. "Too late, am I?"
Janeway struggled with her emotions, wanting nothing more than to throw him out and open her legs to him… at the same time. But he spoke in soft whispers, his adept fingers already finding a home in the wetness between her legs. Not to be undone, she moaned her disapproval at being made to wait. Chakotay explained his tardiness in tingling murmurs, speaking with his tongue in her ear. For now, that would have to be compromise enough.
Chakotay moved his free hand to her chin. He rolled over on his side, allowing her to turn enough to capture her mouth. The first kiss of the evening confirmed for them both that, in the end, their private doubts that one would be hurt by this… neither knowing that the other shared the hope that 'this' would become something more.
Chakotay guided his hardness into the cleft of her buttocks, matching the patterns he used above to taunt her pebbled nipples as he voraciously plundered her mouth. Janeway struggled mindlessly against him, trying to gain control, but Chakotay had the element of surprise on his side and she had yet to recover.
"How did you get in here commander?" Janeway grabbed the first opportunity to speak.
"How do you think?" His only answer as he turned her completely in his arms, while not relinquishing control of her movements. He saw easily through her attempts at trying to distract him. He smiled inwardly. She had a lot to learn about him.
"Ohhhh... Chakotay... I want to know how," she spoke between sighs as he nibbled across her shoulder, exquisitely licking and sucking along her hair line.
"Trust me; you don't want to know."
"Maquis trick?"
"No, I would never admit to a Maquis trick..." He moved his pulsating sex against her bottom with more urgency.
"No?"
"Um mmmmmm. But I can show you one."
In a singular, fluid movement, Janeway was forced on her stomach. Chakotay sat on his haunches, taking in her lovely posterior. "Don't move."
Janeway turned her face from the pillow. "Commander, this is highly..."
"Don't speak..." Chakotay growled just before lowering himself onto her glistening body. "Don't move." Chakotay rubbed his penis deep into the soft groove, eliciting slight movements of protest from the woman beneath as he tongued his way down her spine.
Janeway floated above her body. Surely this 'Maquis trick' of his couldn't get any better.
"Ohhhhhh, Commander," she giggled, her husky laughter drawing forth the first
premature ejaculate he used to coat himself. His viscid erection trembled as he lowered to taste the roundness of her... "Ahhhh, Chakotay..." Looking over her shoulder, knowing fully what she would see but needing to see anyway, Janeway arched against the bed at what she observed. Chakotay was licking her ass. He was sucking her butt until it glowed a soft pink hue. "Chakotay... ahhhh... don't… " Her throaty plea was enough.
Chakotay seized her by the waist, pulling her to him. He dipped two fingers between her legs; she was slick and trembled at the sudden entry. He moved his fingers in her, creating no pattern until he felt her tight walls contract around the narrowness of his two fingers. Chakotay pulled her closer to himself. Sitting her on his lap, he turned her chin in his hand, taking her mouth once more. Kathryn's tongue tangled deliciously with his, but soon she was overpowered by his intensity and position.
"Chakotay, that was some trick," she panted huskily.
The heat in her bottom remained as he smoothed his palm along her narrow hips to the insides of her thighs. He repeated the infinity pattern twice before answering. "That's not the trick; this is."
Before Kathryn was able to counter his movement, not that the idea ever crossed her mind, she found herself kneeling before him on her hands and knees. Chakotay paused, admiring her womanly curves and her womanliness before him.
Kathryn was still in a state of shock. This man, from whom she had known nothing but the most sensitive nature, was treating her like heowned her… and what's more, she was enjoying it! The heat of his body radiated as he quickly placed himself behind her. His hands reached around her, roughly taking a ripe breast in each one. He pinched each erect nipple with enough force that she felt a scream come from her throat, just as a stream came between her legs.
With the scream, he released one hand, and roughly placed it over her mouth, saying in a voice that suddenly was becoming animal like. "Quiet, Kathryn. This is for your own good." His other hand forced itself into her, all four fingers at once, while his thumb applied itself to her clitoris.
Her anger at his action was quickly rising, but it only managed to make her want him more. His control over her control; was this what she had been wanting all along? As her thoughts were flashing, his fingers were ravishing the soft tissues of her vagina. Their length was enough that he was pressuring her cervix; she had never seemed so filled. She wanted to scream her anger, but all that came out were the moans of her previously untouched pleasure. She longed for him to thrust his penis into her, to relieve this aching desire. She arched her ass further up towards him, as if she were a puppy wagging its tail in his face. He understood. He quickly withdrew his fingers, thoroughly wet with her acceptance. He took his throbbing member and thrust it into her with one push – it, too, met with her cervix, and elicited another scream.
As he withdrew it only to again thrust with even more power, he also slapped her buttock. "I told you – be quiet! You wanted this, and you wanted it Maquis style. That means with me in control, and your being quiet and obeying me." He continued his ravishing of her, the position giving him ample opportunity to go deeper and deeper. Her bruised cervix was crying with pleasure. She could not help herself; she was truly enjoying this, and she swallowed each moan as her muscular walls swallowed him. Again and again, she felt her body tensing itself, only to once more betray its need for him.
He sensed her multiple climaxing, and knew that he was quickly reaching his apex. In his heightening pleasure, he wanted to teach her one more thing. He put his middle finger along side his shaft, as it was entering faster and faster, adding friction and sensation to yet again a rising climax for her, and once more anointing his finger with her hot, rich lubrication. With one last plunge before his release, he took the finger thick with her juices and rammed it up her ass, just as he came.
Her shock... violation... delight ... of the pressure on both sides of her vagina left
her body in a state of overriding sensations. She wanted to throw him out of her quarters... she wanted to have him do it again... but she didn't want him to think that he had control. That would never do; after all, she was the captain...
With his domination act completed, he rolled her over, and lovingly fell on top of her. His dark eyes penetrated hers as he said, "Now… that's more like it!" Even as his member was becoming more flaccid, it was still vibrating between her slightly opened legs. He once more reached in-between their bodies and pinched her clitoris into yet another peak. One last flood from her body released their combined body fluids that now seemed to meld their bodies together. Both of their faces were glistening with perspiration, their shallow, rapid breaths echoing each other. A mischievous smile slowly came over her face, as if the physical act had opened a secret door for her.
"Commander, I now think I know how you got in here. Just watch yourself – you don't know what might be lurking around your closed doors! And you never know what surprises might wake you up some night." She unceremoniously pushed him off her, laughing in a quiet, maniacal manner that he'd never heard before. They both arose from the floor, he quickly putting on the clothing scattered by his quick shedding of them.
She picked up her robe, but didn't put it on. As she walked towards her bathroom, she said, "I think you know the way out, Commander. See you later," and she closed the bathroom door behind herself.
~*~
Chakotay keyed in the code to his quarters after a long shift. A shift made even longer by the constant haranguing of his Chief Engineer to add more crewmen to help out in Engineering. Captain Janeway had given him complete discretion to do whatever ever juggling of crew he felt needed to be done to make B'Elanna a happy camper. After all, Captain Janeway had ordered a complete systems analysis report ready on her desk at 0800 hours.
Chakotay walk through his door entrance with Kathryn in his mind. He thought for days, she would try to retaliate, but hadn't done so in almost a week... "Zsssttt… " Chakotay felt the quick tingle on his neck and turned just in time to she Kathryn grinning just inside his entry way, holding a small hypo-spray.
"Welcome home, Commander."
Chakotay's last coherent thought was simple: "Damn, I'm not going to be awake for it!"
Chakotay's eyes fluttered open to a dimly lit room – his cabin. His bedroom. Somehow or other, he was in his bedroom. How had he gotten here? The last thing he remembered was entering his cabin and...
"Oh..." Chakotay was snatched from his foggy state by the sound of Kathryn's humming coming from the sitting room. He struggle to raise himself from the bed before realizing his hands were tied to the bed with silken material; his arms were pulled to tight angles above his head. He tried unsuccessfully to move his feet; they, too, were bound. His body was drawn so tightly that he could not move a centimeter with out causing considerable pain. He winced, thinking of his vulnerability as he realized Kathryn's humming was getting closer.
"Commander, you are awake!" She stood midways in the threshold of his door, wearing only a silk scarf which held her otherwise loose hair back. Chakotay strained against the ties to admire the long auburn tresses trailing her back. "I thought you'd never wake up."
"What is this, Captain?" Chakotay motioned towards one of his bound wrists, more than a little agitated.
"Oh, I thought I'd show you a trick or two I learned as a cadet. The Maquis didn't corner the market on... interesting tricks, Commander. Star Fleet was not without a few of its own..."
As she entered the room, she revealed a small bowl of heavy whipped cream. "You do like tricks of all sorts… don't you, Chakotay?" she inquired, dipping two slim fingers to their second knuckles. Before sucking the cream from her fingers, she placed a white- tipped finger just on the ridge of his lower lip. "Delicious, isn't it? I'm told it's one of your favorites. Now, why didn't you tell me you liked eating cream? I could have provided you with all the cream you wanted... Chakotay."
Chakotay watched as she raised an eyebrow. "Chakotay, don't tell me you don't like it?" She bent over him, grazing his chest with her breasts, taking his bottom lip between
her own. "Mmmmmm, Chakotay, you don't know what you're missing." Not missing the balls of perspiration forming on his head, she moved back a few paces. "Then again, I guess you do."
Chakotay tried again to sit up. There was no way in hell he was going to enjoy this. Kathryn moved quickly to the bed, sliding on leg over his waist, straddling him. In response, Chakotay bucked beneath her light weight. But he was tied too tightly to throw her off, which was his intent.
Kathryn grabbed the exposed tender skin just outside his armpit. Chakotay howled his response. "Don't move." Chakotay ordered her to get off. She pinched him again, this time much harder. "Don't speak. I think you know this game, Commander." She grinned, satisfied that he recalled their last session. "Don't move, Commander; if you do, you will only injure yourself and I assure you the alternative will be infinitely better." As Kathryn spoke, she rubbed her wet sex across his chest.
Chakotay whimpered at the contact.
"Now, that's better. Would you like to taste the cream?"
His only response was to shake his head.
Kathryn placed the bowl next to her on the bed. Chakotay watched, stricken as she dipped her fingers once again in the bowl, then depositing generous amounts on her
breasts. A glob of sticky cream, white fluff fell from her breast, landing in his navel. Kathryn smile wickedly then bent to lap out his navel, licking it completely clean. "Mmmmm… you sure you won't have any?" This time she motioned towards her hot box.
Chakotay closed his eyes in concentration, determined not to give into this captive seduction.
Kathryn slid her finger into his mouth. "That's a good boy, take it." She laughed
in a husky voice which shattered the last of his resolve. "Oh, but you can't 'take it' tonight, now, can you?" Kathryn slid up his torso, not breaking contact with his skin. Chakotay felt her slick up his chest. There was no question; she had to be as horny as he was… and judging by the amount of natural cream she trailed, she would not be able to play this game much longer.
Kathryn lowered a breast just above his mouth. Chakotay wanted desperately to suck the cream from her breast, but she teased just out of reach. Chakotay flicked his tongue, removing most of the surgery substance, causing Kathryn to gasp. He smiled for the first time this evening.
"You liked that, Chakotay? Was it as good as you had hoped?"
Chakotay nodded.
"Good, have more." Kathryn placed the other nipple in his mouth this time. She applied more to the other breast, moaning above him as he sucked both nipples into a sharp erectness.
Kathryn sat up, never breaking eye contact. She reached behind herself, taking his erect member in her hand. With an one brow raised in approval, she leaned further back in order to accommodate him better with her twisted palm. No amount of concentration was going to help him now. Once she stroked him to his full erectness, Kathryn pushed back below his hips, sliding her way down, riding the length of his sex once before continuing lower down his legs. Chakotay ears started to ring; if she didn't sit on him so, he would have the worse case of blue balls that he'd ever experienced. She watched the expression race across his face as she slide down his penis and abandoning it, allowing him to compose himself.
Kathryn was only beginning. She lowered herself so that she held her mouth just above his penis. Blowing cool air, she watched as his thick shaft leaned towards her open mouth, drawing him to her like a magnet. Chakotay shook on the bed just enough to cause his burning sex to swing like a pendulum. The first movement grazed her lower lip. On the second sway, she licked the head like a lollipop, causing a small droplet to form on its tip. She surrounded his balls with both her hands, easing too little tension, only creating more.
Kathryn watched as he fought for control. When she was sure he'd won, she flicked her tongue around the base of his smooth head, followed by quickly taking his entire length in her mouth. Chakotay groaned after being released. Kathryn smiled, knowing full well his painful struggle.
"Chakotay, would you like some more ‘cream’?" Not waiting for an answer, Kathryn kneeled above him, moving directly over his face. Chakotay's mouth watered involuntarily as she lowered her wet and ready cunt slowly towards his open mouth.
Once in contact, Chakotay sucked greedily… urgently… sending immediate waves throughout her body. Kathryn leaned on the bulkhead above his face for balance; never had she been devoured so skillfully. Chakotay pushed his tongue into her warm tightness, tickling her sensitive walls as they tightened around his tongue.
Kathryn attempted to lift from his mouth, but he lightly bit her labia. She winced slightly before realizing the sensation she assumed would be pain registered as pure pleasure. She moved along his mouth, maximizing his adept tongue which slid in and out and around, easily. He watched an amber glow cover her body as he feasted on the creamy treat that was now mixed with his own saliva, running down the corners of his mouth. He continued to lap up the entire area between her legs.
Kathryn's labia quivered with his animal-like thirst. Each lap drained more of her liquid into his hungry mouth. But she was not about to give herself completely over to his satisfaction. She raised herself, just out of reach of his seeking tongue, listening to his groans turn into kitten-like sounds of need.
She languidly pulled her right leg over his body, making sure that he received the full substance of her aroma as she did so. She slinked off the bed, glancing at his still engorged penis, moving with the wild abandon of a compass out of control,
desperately searching for its stabilizing north pole. She reached for it, and ceased its motion. He moaned, hoping that her skilled hand would at last release him. She stroked him slowly, with fingers and palm that she had moistened with her still warm juices. His member calmed itself, but only because it had once more reached full engorgement. He prayed that she would lower her sweet mouth onto him.
But Kathryn had more ideas. "Chakotay," she called to him in a voice now more husky that ever in its post orgasm tone. He opened his eyes and turned towards her as she stood next to the bed. She had taken the scarf from its position restraining her hair. Now, the scarf was entwined in hair in another part of her body – she had it in between her legs and was moving it back and forth across her still-wet sex. As she moved it back and forth, rubbing her swollen labia and still erect clitoris, she slowly worked herself towards yet another climax. The now-freed hair swung with abandon, as her head fell side-wards, forwards, finally backwards. Her legs began to loose their balance, and her body joined the sensual dance of her hair. Her breasts, full and erect, seductively joined the choreography of her glorious body. The friction of the soft material, drawn taut by her pulls, matched the rigidity of his hard-on. Her moans intensified with each movement of her arms; each moan further intensified the movement of the scarf. She felt the
tell-tale shiver of tenseness as her clit finally gave itself up to the assault of the silk.
Once more, her rich juices poured forth. She let the scarf drop, her legs remaining widely spread, giving him full view of the depths of her desire.
He closed his eyes; he couldn't bear to watch this sight, only to be drawn to open them quickly, mesmerized by her. Her inner thighs began to glisten as they became coated with her essence.
She would not let him succumb to this display, either. Pulling herself out of her own pleasure, she leaned forward and again filled her hand with his tumescence. "Isn't this fun?" she purred, leaning forward so that her lips encircled his ear as she spoke. She let her tongue probe his ear, then spiral outwards to its lobe. Her tongue continued it down his neck, and finally surrounded his lips with hers. He shot his tongue out, desperately trying to forcefully penetrate her mouth, but she forbade him even this much control. "No, no," she said, raising up, still holding into his member. "And you better make Little Chakotay behave, too. We don't want him doing anything before it's time." She gave him several slow strokes before releasing him.
Chakotay breathed deeply, willing himself into a controlled state. The bonds, which he had forgotten in the height of his focused control, began to pull once more. He started moving to relax his very tensed muscles.
She reached up to the silken bonds around his wrists, and slackened them by a few millimeters. She followed the same routine with his ankles. After all, she didn't
want any of his limbs to loose their ability to feel; that would defeat her entire purpose! He whimpered a sigh of his relief; she looked back at him with a smile that promised only more.
She moved away from the bed. His eyes followed her sensual hips swinging, admiring the tautness of her slim but full buttocks, blushing with the continued sexual arousal she had pursued. He remembered her shock but wanton release when he took her in the double entry of both her vagina and ass several days earlier. The thought brought him once more to the place where he started to allow himself a blessed release. But he heard her reprimanding voice, as she looked back at him.
"Commander, you don't do anything until I allow you. Is that understood?" How could she still have that command voice, even now, as she glowed both inside and out from her self-indulged climaxes? He focused inward, once again disciplining himself. When he dared to open his eyes once more, he saw that she was pushing a large upholstered chair over towards the bed.
She sat in the chair, her hair hanging over her shoulders and breasts. Her heavy tresses and glowing body were slightly damp from the physical exertion of moving the chair and her sexual release. "My, it's a little warm, isn't it, Chakotay?" she said, as she pushed her hair back.
She reached down beside his imprisoning bed, and he heard sloshing noises. When she rose, she had a wet cloth in her hand. She used the cloth to sponge herself off. She uttered sounds of satisfaction as the moistness cooled her. She bent over, again to wet the cloth in the container that he surmised was on the floor. Raising it to head level, she slowly wrung the wet cloth, letting droplets run down her face, her shoulders, her breasts. She shut her eyes in delight as they soothed her flushed skin. A third trip to the water again produced an almost saturated cloth. She continue her bath in front of him, this time using cleansing her breasts with a slow spiral wiping motion.
She moved the cloth lower and continued the ritual with her stomach...her abdomen. Yet another bend... her legs spread, as she used the dripping material to clean her pubis and upper legs. She softly moaned once more at the touch of her still-sensitive tissues. His moans matched hers, with the vision of her awakened sexuality. She finally reached down, picking up a towel which she used to slowly dry off her glistening body.
"Mmmmmm... " she murmured, closing her eyes. "I always feel so good after a bath... but you already know that, don't you, Chakotay? Ready for a bedtime story now?" she asked him with a glint in her eye and a wicked smile on her face.
His breath made a quick intake; he silently gulped. He could only guess what was going to follow. But he knew that there was only one acceptable answer. "Sure," he said weakly, perspiring heavily.
"You're such a good little boy," she answered back. Leaning over him, she recited an old nursery rhyme.
"This little pig went to market"… and she took his thumb from the closest bound hand and put it into her mouth. Caressing it with her tongue, she slowly pulled it out of her mouth while surrounding it with suction.
"This little pig stayed home"… she repeated the motion with his index finger. "This little pig had roast beef" brought the action to his middle finger, "and this little pig had none" was his ring finger. "And this little pig cried 'wee, wee, wee,' all the way home" was his little finger. At the conclusion, she pulled up to the bed, and thrust two of his fingers into her once-more wet slit.
She quickly drew back, as he groaned his displeasure at her departure. She sat down into the chair, throwing one leg over one of its massive arms. With her legs spread, she reached down with her right hand and her fingers began caressing her thick thatch of pubic hair. Slowly, lingeringly, she let her two middle fingers work their way through to the awaiting opening. She raised her fingers to her lips, and wet them, using cat-like licks, coating them with her saliva. She again reached down and slowly rubbed the length of her tether lips. She was daring him to keep his eyes open, watching her stroke herself to readiness once more.
He was drawn like a magnet, for she was as masterful at this as she was with anything else she did. As her labial lips became more engorged and open, she let her two middle fingers plunge inside, submerging far as they would go. She slowly swirled them around, allowing them to massage the inner walls so ripe and ready. She felt her moisture again rising to fill the well. She quickly used her index finger and thumb to assault the erect knob at the front of her gaping lips, while her middle and ring finger continued their inside explorations. She alternated these actions with the external stroking of her labia. Again, her moans of increasing satisfaction and his groans of need crescendoed together.
As she felt herself again rising to the crest of her climax, she slithered over to the bed. In four quick moves, she released the torturing bonds. Chakotay's eyes opened with the realization that he was freed, but his limbs were stiff from their restraint. As he was adjusting to the new-found freedom, she once again repressed movement, this time that of his swollen, purpled penis; she lowered herself on it and managed to say, "Now... now you can finish."
She rocked herself back and forth on his firm salute to her talents, forcing him deeper and deeper into her. Her hair was curtaining his face, his arms, his torso, itself as
sensual as her movements. She leaned almost all the way back, and he screamed in spite of himself. As she came forward once again, he had finally regained motion in his limbs. Without breaking their union, he rolled her over.
Now on top of her, he began thrusting, using all of the energy that had been growing over the last hour of her velvet torture of him. He fought for control once more… now, not because of her orders, but because he wanted to have the fullest pleasure for
all she had done. Deeper and deeper he thrust, with each movement wanting her more and more. She still kept pace with him, tightening her vaginal muscles with each invasion of his wonderful fullness. She dug her fingernails into his buttocks; she grabbed the firm muscles; she would definitely be leaving evidence of her ownership of this magnificent man.
Once more, the overwhelming excitement of her climax approached. In their mutual receptiveness, he, too, finally let the sensations overtake him. They both lost consciousness, it seemed, for the next thing either remembered was their wet bodies clinging to one another, his penis still encased within her walls. While his climax eased its way down with decreasing aftershocks, each elicited still more tremors from her.
Their desires for control were now full circle. Satisfied with the draw in their continuing duel, they fell asleep. Kathryn awoke in time to get back to her quarters during the early hours on Voyager.
~*~
The following morning, Chakotay made his way to the mess hall for breakfast. He still felt stiff from the love bonds, but he smiled in spite of himself. Kathryn never ceased to surprise him with her "ideas"! He was ravenous this morning; no holodeck workout could have been better.
He chose some of what was being called "eggs" these days, and joined Tom and B'Elanna at their table.
"Good morning," he said as he sat down. When his tray was in place, he leaned back, and extended his arms in a de-stiffening stretch. As he did so, the sleeves of his jumpsuit pulled back from his wrists a few inches. The other couple just happened to
be watching the material as it receded up his arms, and noticed the residual red marks around his wrists. They looked at each other, and giggled knowingly, as they recognized what they had just seen.
Their commander lowered his arms, and looking at them asked quizzically, "What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing," B'Elanna snickered. She and Tom again looked at each other...yep, they knew who was in control of this relationship! The captain wouldn't allow anyone to pull rank on her…
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