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CHAPTER ONE

"Violence. Force must be applied without apology. It's the Starfleet way."

From the top of her short-cropped auburn hair to the soles of her black leather boots, she believed every syllable. Her razor intellect projected it through her steel-gray eyes. The clenched square jaw and thin lips hinted at the determination in carrying it out. It permeated her total being. Captain Kathryn Janeway was truly a Starfleet officer in every possible way.

It had been less than a week since the warship Voyager's run in with the Vaskans and Kyrians. The Vaskans had promised a way home to the small battalion in exchange for their firepower in securing more Kyrian land. When Voyager defeated the Kyrians, the payment was the coordinates of a cyclic wormhole and the technology to help stabilize it. Knowing Voyager had 60,000 light years ahead of them in their return home, the Vaskans had played them for fools. Surely there was a wormhole and they had helped Captain Janeway and her fighting force stabilize it. But it did not lead anywhere near where they needed to go. The Vaskans certainly had not kept up with their end of the bargain. They had sent out false telemetry. In less than three days, the wormhole ended.

Captain Janeway was more than a little annoyed. She was debating whether or not to go back through the wormhole and show her recent allies the depths of her displeasure when Lt. Neelix at his Mission Ops station informed her of an approaching ship.

"You know the drill. Scan their vessel for anything we can use: dilithium, rations, weapons, technology."

Tuvok looked up from his board.

"It seems they have a few items: seven subspace field generators, a small amount of trilithium and a Class VIII probe."

"Sounds good; hail them."

"Channel open, Sir."

"On screen."

She remained in her chair, one arm draped across the right armrest, the opposite elbow planted on the left, with her black leather clad fingers flexing in the air.

"This is Captain Janeway of the warship Voyager," she said smoothly. "I thought perhaps we could conduct some business," This elicited a collective smirk on the Bridge. "Please, why don't you beam aboard, or perhaps we could come to meet you."

The rather frail-looking man on the viewscreen was pale with a decided lack of cranial ridges. He almost looked Terran.

"I am Janrelius of the Bemaris Community. We are just on our way home. We really do not need much in way of supplies ... and ... your ship is rather impressive. I'm ... sure we wouldn't have anything of interest to you."

So they've heard of us, Janeway thought. No matter.

"Well, I think you'll find we disagree. Please, prepare to be boarded."

"They're raising shields."

"Janrelius," her tone was still light, but it was obviously a warning. "I think this would be easier if you cooperate."

"They've cut transmission, Captain. They are engaging their engines."

She looked over her shoulder at Tuvok.

"They are no match for us."

"Lock on to them with a tractor beam and pull them into the Upper Main Shuttlebay. If they resist further, disable their propulsion systems. I don't want to destroy them. It would be a waste."

"Aye, Sir."

Upon arrival, their ship was immediately dismantled and the spoils distributed. The Bemarisons were escorted to the Brig. Captain Janeway was a little curious about them. They looked like Terrans; Janrelius was close to a Terran name. She thought she would go down to the Brig and pay them a visit.

Through an accident, the warship Voyager had been catapulted into the Delta Quadrant four years before. Their determination to return to the Alpha Quadrant was something every species in these sectors knew either intimately or by reputation. Of the Captain, they heard of her brilliance, her surface of impeccable manners and her brutality.

The corpses strewn along Voyager's flight path were a testament to her leadership skills. However, the details of her treatment of prisoners were speculation since no one got out alive. The individuals in the Brig would soon be privy to that closely guarded secret.

Janeway's interest in her captives was mostly xenophobic. She preferred her own kind to any other. She had learned to trust a few members of other species, but they were more the exceptions than the rule. She never would accept them as equals. So it always piqued her interest when she fell across a Terran-like species. It gave her a little taste of home.

She strolled in through the hatch with an armed guard on each side, the guards flanking the cell force fields standing at attention. As usual, all the prisoners were separated. Of course, due to its priorities, the warship Voyager had no shortage of Brig space. The Captain looked over the wide expanse.

"How many prisoners?"

"Sixty, Sir."

She meandered along the cells looking dispassionately at her human cargo.

"Anything promising?" She didn't really expect an answer. Didn't matter. She would know soon enough.

"They look in relative good health, Sir. The Doctor has yet to complete his analysis."

Janeway knew the Doctor would size them up efficiently, who would live, who would not, workers, drones, the occasional personal slave. She approached the leader's cell.

"Janrelius. You should have listened when I gave you a chance."

He stood with his shoulders back, his arms by his sides, staring at her with no little courage. His bald head with its half ring of short gray hair and his slight frame told her he wasn't long for this world, at least, not Voyager's world. He did not speak. She did not care.

Stepping past his cell, her eyes took in a young woman, blonde hair just past her shoulders, light blue eyes and an impressive physical form. She was slightly taller than the Captain, but again, that did not matter. Janeway certainly could take her down a notch or two.

"After the Doctor is finished with his analysis, make sure he notifies me immediately. I want them integrated as soon as possible."

"Aye, Sir."

With that, Captain Janeway strolled back from whence she had come.

CHAPTER TWO

The Doctor's report was on her War Room desk when she settled behind it the next morning. After the seizing of the Bemarison ship, she had instructed Chakotay to take them back through the wormhole. They were going to pay a social call on the Vaskans. For now, she thought she would focus on other matters. After all, until they arrived, she would have that feeling of annoyance and she wished to work some of it out.

Scanning through the PADD, she found the blonde to be in excellent health. The Doctor had recommended her to the Captain. Janeway smiled. How does he know me so well? She leaned back in her chair and clasped her leather-bound hands on top of her head.

"Janeway to the Brig."

"Brig here."

"In ten minutes, escort the prisoner in Cell 14 Alpha to Chamber 19."

"Ten minutes. Aye, sir."

Still resting back with her hands over her head, Janeway turned up the corners of her lips. It certainly had been a long time. What to do? She rose and started to Chamber 19. She had 27 hours before they reached the Vaskans and she wanted to make good use of her time.

The young Bemarison entered the hatch to the Chamber flanked by two guards. Janeway kept starring out the viewport at the inside of the wormhole passing, her back to her captive.

"Gentleman, wait outside," she said through her normally clenched teeth.

She stood that way for a while, almost forgetting the woman behind her. Eventually she turned and faced her. There was no arrogance on the young woman's face. In fact, it was a rather benign expression. Janeway wondered if she had any idea what she had to look forward to.

The Captain slowly approached the woman. She began circling her, allowing her eyes to roam over the young form. Yes, she did look convincingly Terran. She was dressed in a short-sleeved beige blouse under a sleeveless sienna dress of natural fabric. She wore dark brown leggings and soft shoes. All in Earth tones, Janeway mused.

"I wonder if you'd do me a favor," Janeway said in that dangerous, low voice. "Undress."

The woman hesitated. Janeway could tell she was weighing her options. Plead? Resist? This is where it begins. She chose to resist.

"No."

Good, Janeway thought. It's better that way. The circling woman could feel her hands moisten inside her gloves.

"Very well. Guards!" The hatch opened and the two security officers marched in. "Remove the creature's clothing." They did not hesitate. Shouldering their weapons, they stood on either side of the young woman and roughly tore her garments from her without ceremony.

"You see," the Captain said simply, as she casually pulled up a chair a few meters away, "If you don't do these things for yourself, I can always have someone do them for you. Come here."

Again, the woman hesitated. Janeway looked up at the guards with annoyance motioning with her head. They shoved her in front of the Captain.

"Down."

This time, the woman complied. She knelt before the smaller woman, eyes down, hands behind her back. Her form was stiff, but she was forcing it to obey.

"You may leave us," the Captain said, never taking her eyes off the young woman's face. The guards turned and left. Janeway's eyes again took in the now naked form before her. Beautiful. Full breasts, narrow waist, firm stomach, long legs. The woman was blushing under the gaze in spite of herself. Janeway found that delightful. She took a gloved hand and cupped the woman's chin, bringing her head up to face her.

"We're going to be such good friends," she hissed through gritted teeth. She ran the gloved hand gently up the side of the woman's face and down the blonde hair to her shoulder.

"Bridge to Janeway."

She sighed.

"What now?"

"The wormhole seems to be destabilizing."

The gloved hand dropped.

"On my way."

She looked down at those fine features.

"Looks like we'll do this another time."

CHAPTER THREE

Later that evening, the Captain stormed into her quarters. The wormhole had collapsed and they could not reconstruct it. They were now 150 light years away from the Vaskan homeworld. Her foray into revenge had sent them 648 light years in the wrong direction. It would take a month at maximum warp if they continued toward the Vaskans and more than four months to get back to where they were only a few days before.

"Bloody hell," was all she could manage, as she ripped open her jacket. Had the Vaskans planned for this, that when Voyager discovered the truth of the wormhole, it would collapse before Janeway and her battalion could return? The Ambassador had known how desperately she wanted to get home. Of course, She immediately made the decision to return and punish them. Her rage burned at the wasted time. She wanted immediate relief.

She called for one of the prisoners to be sent to Cargo Bay 2. In the presence of the Borg, she took a macrospanner and in twenty minutes beat the man within an inch of his life.

Upon returning to her quarters, she stripped out of her sweaty uniform and stepped into the sonic shower. She crossed her arms up onto the wall and leaned against them resting her forehead and most of her weight. The blood and grim faded in the vibrations. Her bad mood did not. She was more tired, but the beating had solved nothing.

When she felt purged, she stepped out of the ensuite and climbed into her bed. She drew her forearm over her head and sighed. She laid there for almost an hour before she gave up on sleep. She checked the chronometer. 2320.

"Janeway to the Brig."

"Brig here."

"Bring 14Alpha to my quarters."

"Aye, Sir."

She replicated a clean uniform and groomed herself immaculately. She heard the door chime as she pulled on her gloves.

"Come!"

The door slid open and the lovely blonde was pushed in. She regained her footing and stopped, looking up at the Captain. Her eyes were dark, her features hard.

"I heard what you did to Sireikas," she stated.

"And..." Janeway said as she strolled out into the living area toward her accuser.

"How could you? What kind of a monster are you?"

Janeway slapped her hard across the face. She had picked the wrong night for a fight.

"I think you're about to find out," said the husky voice.

The Captain grabbed the taller woman by the shoulders and shoved her back into the dining table. Before she could straighten herself, Janeway was at her, leaning into her, pushing her back on the table. The Captain kicked a chair out of the way and grabbed the younger woman by the arms. Then she closed one gloved hand around her throat. With the other, she quickly ripped open the front of the woman's blouse. The blood pulsed in her loins as she freed the ample breasts. Without hesitating, she dove on one trying to take it whole into her mouth. The Bemarison twisted beneath her, but could not get away. Whenever Janeway thought she might, the gloved hand tightened its grip around the thin neck. Janeway sucked and gnawed at the young woman's swollen nipple, the fire between her legs growing rapidly. When she raked the blouse aside and descended on the other mound, she felt a groan under her hand.

Janeway glanced up from her feast. Perhaps this woman was not as innocent as she appeared. She looked back down and continued lapping and chewing those heaving breasts with no little greed. She was sure by now they must be aching. She pulled her head back and slapped one with her free hand. The other woman had one hand on the forearm leading to her throat and one hand trying to help push herself up from against the table. The blow was not hard, but Janeway was sure it stung. Now the woman tried to reach up and protect her chest.

"No, you don't," Janeway hissed. She let go of the throat and grabbed the woman by the wrists. In one swift motion, she spun the woman face down against the table. Janeway pressed into that beautiful ass with her mound and let a growl of her own escape. With her left hand, she held the struggling woman down against the table while her right hand reached up the woman's skirt and yanked down the legging and undergarments.

The Captain ran her gloved fingers between the young woman's legs and almost smiled. The copious moisture was a benediction. She played there a while, rubbing the swollen flesh, spreading the fluid liberally. Then, she took her first two fingers and plunged past the tender lips. Janeway let out a deep sigh as if this had been what she was waiting for. The younger woman had slowed her frantic struggle. Janeway couldn't tell if she was acquiescing or wearing out.

The Captain slowly began moving in and out of the Bemarison woman, her desire building at the sounds they were making. She added another finger. The fluid was running down the inside of her captive's legs. Janeway wasn't surprised when the woman slowly pressed back into her hand. She continued pumping her gradually, trying to get deeper inside her with every stroke. She took a chance and withdrew her left hand from the woman's back, not stopping her right hand's motions. The young woman did not use the opportunity. She just kept pushing herself down onto the glove.

The burning between Kathryn Janeway's legs was immense, but she enjoyed this torture. She knew release, if it came, would only be sweetened by its postponement. It's best not to rush these things. She slowly withdrew her fingers. An involuntary moan escaped her companion's lips. Janeway began removing the young woman's clothes. She did not object, stepping and shrugging to free herself from them. Janeway dropped them on the deck beside the table. The Captain ran her gloved hands over that form from neck to ankles. Her hands reached around and cupped the Bemarison's full breasts. The leather gloves were now torturing Janeway as well. She wanted to feel this woman's skin, wanted to feel the swollen flesh, the moisture, but the gloves remained, helping her heat continue its rise.

The Captain squeezed and pulled the large mounds, pressing herself against the woman from behind. Around and around she circled the tips, eventually catching and squeezing them between gloved fingers. Her mouth was terrifically hungry, but she kept her jaw clenched. The sweat was starting to appear on her forehead.

She slowly moved her right hand back down the woman's body, hearing her breathing change in anticipation. Janeway raked her hand over that perfect ass, clawing it, pulling it, all the while twisting a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. As her hand made its way between the rounded cheeks, her companion parted her legs and slowly leaned forward over the table. Janeway almost managed to show teeth with this smile. She smoothly slid her gloved fingers back inside the young woman, a tight fit, using all three at once. She pulled the moisture out and slathered it fully from front to back. In she went, and around. She kept this up, causing the woman to squirm acutely. As she did this, her other hand fondled the aching breasts, one than the other.

Janeway resumed pumping in and out of the woman, slowly at first, then gradually increasing the speed. The sounds of suction were making her teeth grind as she imagined the sweetness her hand enjoyed. She pulled one finger out, leaving the two to continue, and she used the moisture to enter the tight ass. A low groan came from deep in her companion's throat. In and out she pumped, the suction sounds joined by the quiet slapping of the leather-encased hand against her captive's sex. Janeway pulled her hand away from the breast it was occupying and wrapped it around the front of the young woman. Her fingers captured the woman's clit and she heard a gasp. The Bemarison never stopped moving, pressing herself with growing force against the Captain. As Janeway slipped the gloved fingers around and over the swollen nub, the woman's moans began to build. It did not take long before her legs were trembling, her motions more rapid, her breath rasping.

Janeway thought to stop but it truly had been a long time. She pressed the woman harder, increasing her movements, driving the woman off the edge of the precipice. With a final jerk and a loud moan, the Bemarison came violently and wholeheartedly. Janeway slowed and deepened her thrusts, only periodically flicking the slippery clit. The aftershocks gradually subsided. Janeway withdrew her hand and wiped her forehead on her sleeve.

She did feel decidedly better. She stepped back, then retreated to the bedroom, returning with her robe. She tossed it on to the back of the woman who hadn't moved from the table. The woman slowly picked herself up and wrapped herself in the robe. Her blonde hair was thoroughly mussed, her face and chest flushed. She kept her eyes down as she ran her fingers through the hair, trying to give it some semblance of order.

Janeway managed a smile, her face still the closed, clenched thing it always was.

"Would you like a drink."

The woman looked up. Was that surprise? Janeway continued her smile. Now where were my manners?

The young woman nodded.

"A glass of wine, perhaps."

"Yes...thank you."

The older woman strolled over to the replicator and retrieved the two glasses. She returned and handed one glass to her companion. Then with her free hand, she picked up the chair she had kicked aside, indicating for the woman to use it. Janeway walked over and sat in her reading chair. They sipped in silence for a while.

"Do you require medical attention?"

"No."

Janeway's eyes refused to leave the young woman's face. It didn't matter that she didn't look back. It did not matter in the least.

Eventually, she spoke again.

"Come here."

The woman stood and walked the few meters to her captor. Janeway reached up and took the wineglass out of her hand. She took that hand and pulled her down in front of her. The robe parted slightly, giving Janeway a glimpse of the beautiful breasts she had tortured but had not been able to see.

She knew she shouldn't do it, but her mouth was so hungry. She leaned down and seized the woman's full lips with her own. She licked and sucked those lips coaxing them apart with her tongue. For as hard of a woman as she was, her mouth was amazingly soft. The young woman's pause was short-lived. Janeway captured the woman's tongue with her mouth and gently sucked it, causing a moan to escape.

Janeway tried to sate her hunger on that mouth, but it did not work. She broke the kiss.

Still dressed fully in uniform, she draped one leg over the arm of the chair and the other to the side of the kneeling Bemarison. She placed a gloved hand on the back of the blonde head and pushed her down between her legs.

"Now," that voice was unbelievably husky, "Do it."

The young woman did not hesitate. She slid her mouth over the steaming juncture, and Janeway let out a long low moan. The pressure had been building for a long time, long before this woman was dragged aboard her ship. The young woman raked her tongue along the crease of the trousers to Janeway's acute pleasure. She then clamped on and began sucking Janeway through the fabric. The leather-clad fingers pressed through the blonde hair as the Captain's grip started to stiffen. The woman tortured her, thrusting her tongue into her, grating her teeth across the swollen flesh, sucking her, licking, biting. The uniform pants were drenched with her fluid. She felt the wave, saw it coming from a distance. She forced herself into the young woman's mouth, undulating fiercely, profanities hissing through her clenched teeth. The tortuous mouth never stopped; it kept devouring her. At some point, the woman's hands thrust underneath her and lifted her, feeding her to that mouth.

The pressure started in her groin, and grew exponentially. When the explosion came, it flew from its origin, smashing itself into her skull before descending. Her sex was raw and swollen. Sweat was running down her body beneath her uniform. It took her a few moments to come back to real time.

"Guards!"

They entered immediately.

"Clean her up. Return her to her cell."

"Aye, Sir."

Janeway was sure sleep was now an option.

CHAPTER FOUR

After thirty days of thrashing through the Delta Quadrant, Captain Janeway stood in the middle of the bridge monitoring her ship's approach to the Vaskan homeworld.

"Slow to impulse and maintain a high orbit, Ensign."

"Aye, Sir."

She turned and walked up next to Tuvok. She gave him a small smirk.

"Have you found the Ambassador?"

"Yes, Captain. Preparing to beam him aboard as soon I have a lock on him."

"Again, you keep me waiting, Tuvok. What shall I do with you?"

He leered up at her.

"Yes, Captain. I have a lock."

"Energize. Lt. Kim?"

Kim followed her as she stepped into the turbolift.

The Ambassador was waiting in Chamber 19, the same location where he had witnessed Janeway's murder of his opposition, the Kyrian leader, Tedren. With him were an armed escort and the Doctor.

"Well, Ambassador. Are you surprised to see me?" Her eyes were black, her smile hard, the jaw clenched as she walked into the room.

"...Yes, actually. I was thinking you would be most of the way home by now..."

"Were you?" She stood in front of the Ambassador and glanced at Lt. Kim. "Well. It seems your wormhole wasn't all we expected it to be."

"I assure you, Captain. All of our data indicated..."

Janeway waved a gloved hand in the air, slowly walking toward him.

"You know, Ambassador, we had a deal. And Voyager has a reputation to uphold." She stopped, and tilted her head. "I remember warning you about lying."

"Captain, I really think..."

"Ensign?" Janeway gently cut him off with a look to a Kazon guard. The guard knew what to do. He took the butt of his Compression Phaser Rifle and smashed the side of the Ambassador's jaw. The man fell to his knees and grasped his face, the blood spilling on the carpet.

"I didn't call you here for a debate. You're here to witness the consequences." She tapped her combadge. "Janeway to the Bridge?"

"Bridge here, Captain."

"Fire the biogenic weapons."

"Aye, sir."

"What are you doing?" He managed through his damaged mouth.

"I'm destroying your way of life. Doctor, how long will it take for the planet to be infected?"

The Ambassador could not believe his ears.

The transparent eyes of the Doctor showed nothing.

"The planet holds approximately three billion people, Captain. With the pathogen distributed appropriately for the population, they should all be infected within four days."

Janeway looked down at the kneeling Ambassador and raised an eyebrow.

"Congratulations, it seems your name will live forever. Your people not on your homeworld today will be so pleased to know why, exactly, their planet was destroyed. Take him to the Brig. Keep him under constant surveillance. I wouldn't want anything terrible to happen to him before we drop him off and leave him to contemplate his decisions."

The shocked Ambassador was dragged out of the room. Janeway looked down at the carpet.

"Lieutenant, please take care of that. I don't like mess."

With that, she set off for the Bridge. Once there, she got them back on the path to the Alpha Quadrant, then retired to the War Room. She was still rather disturbed at the waste of time. She had wanted to kill the Ambassador, just shoot him outright, but understood the need to have someone left to tell the tale. Who better then the man who had caused all this difficulty?

Janeway leaned against her War Room desk absent-mindedly toying with her phaser. In her annoyance, she thought of her new young friend. Securing her sidearm, she made her way to the Brig. The Captain entered and walked straight to cell 14 Alpha.

"Lower the force field."

"Aye, Sir," and the force field came down with a buzz.

"Come with me," she muttered, as she grabbed the surprised woman by the arm. Dragging her into an interrogation room, she threw her to her to the floor. As the woman began to rise, Janeway knocked her to her knees. Grabbing the long blonde hair, the Captain placed herself in front of the woman and drew her phaser. The woman's eyes grew large. Janeway took the phaser and roughly began forcing it between the woman's lips.

She started to growl in that smoky voice.

"I want you to suck it."

The firing end of the phaser was fat enough to stretch the young mouth as Janeway forced it in. She pushed slowly until she felt the gag reflex, then withdrew it just enough to keep the young woman from choking. Tears were forming, but the pale blue eyes did not move from her captor's, the steel blue filled with an old rage and a sudden lust.

"Suck," Janeway growled again with an intake of breath.

The generous lips enclosed around the phaser barely avoiding the controls.

"Careful, we don't want to push any buttons."

The woman began to gently suck the weapon as Janeway moved it around her mouth. Still holding the woman by the back of the head, Janeway moved in closer, gradually positioning herself over the phaser. The woman continued her sucking as the Captain slid the weapon in between her own legs. She let out a moan and her head fell back as she felt the woman's head moving, heard the suckling noises, felt the firm handle against her engorged sex. With not much room to manipulate the phaser, it was more frustrating then satisfying. Janeway kept it up, moving the gloved hand in firm circles at the back of the blonde head, trying to push the weapon harder into herself, as if to break the barrier of her uniform. Janeway's head was moving of its of volition, her teeth grinding together as she clenched and unclenched her jaw. Through the fabric, she could feel the ridges of the grip grating against her swollen lips. She kept it up as long as she could, undulating, pushing, circling. Her eyes would fall to the head below, watching the woman suck her sidearm, the sight searing into her groin.

When she had had enough, Janeway pulled back, withdrawing the phaser from it's luscious prison, and released her hand from the woman's head. She kept the phaser in hand as she undid her black trousers quickly, stripping herself to mid-thigh.

"I think you know what comes next."

Her captive glanced up at her face, then into the red-tinged curls before her. Leaning forward, she slid her tongue back along the Captain's sopping slit.

"Beautiful," moaned the husky voice.

Janeway, weapon in hand, leaned back against the desk and placed her arms out behind her. She could almost fool herself that the Bemarison was doing this of her own will. Her head fell back, eyes closed, as the kneeling woman licked and sucked her swollen folds. Janeway felt her inexperience and it helped stoke the fire.

"Stick your fingers in my cunt," she hissed, as her head came down, with half-opened eyes to watch the execution. The mouth never left her as her captive reached up with one hand, placed it on Janeway's thigh and pulled to part the legs above the trousers and underclothes. The other hand slid up between the thighs. She looked up at her tormentor, still gnawing and sucking. She pushed two fingers inside.

A smile came to Janeway's lips and she resisted a groan, letting her head roll back again. The woman began pumping her slowly and deeply, licking up the juices that escaped around her fingers. The uniform pants were binding the Captain in place and she strained against them. In and out, the woman pumped until her movements became thrusts. Janeway mused on whether or not it was desire or revenge. The suction noises Janeway loved, as well as the scent of her own arousal as they filled her head. The kneeling woman added another finger, then another. Janeway ground down into the pleasure, increasing her hip's movements to match the pounding she was starting to receive. The woman began stabbing her hand into Janeway 's seething canal. The Captain's grunts became more pronounced and she thrust herself onto the impaling hand. Lips latched on to the front of Janeway's loins, capturing her aching clit. With this, the grunts gave way to profanity: insults, taunts, dares, demands.

The climax tore through her hard and quick, the aftershocks intense. After the last one, the motion below her stilled. The hand hesitantly withdrew. Janeway rested for a few moments and cleared her head. She was not sated. That annoyed her.

Leaving the phaser on the desk, she reached and pushed the uniform trousers further down so she could bend her knees. She put her gloved hands on either side of the blonde head in front of her and bent over it. She looked the frightened creature full in the face for a moment, then pushed her down so the young woman's mouth connected with her angry clit.

"Take it in your mouth," the woman did, "And suck it. Hard."

The woman obeyed immediately. Janeway's hand went back to the phaser.

"If you had done it right the first time, I wouldn't have to make you do it again."

Again came the profanities. This time, the climax was hot and hard causing every muscle in her loins to convulse.

The demanding woman forced her captive until she felt as close to satisfaction as she could. She pushed the young woman away and reassembled her uniform. She wiped the sweat from her hairline with a gloved finger.

Janeway thought briefly of beating her, punishing her for own desire. That was her custom. She had not done it after their first encounter since she had beat that man to death (he had died the next day) immediately before. Now, she looked down at the crumpled form before her and decided against it. She did feel a little calmer, and anyway, the Bemarison was already beginning to lose her fight. Not a good thing.

Kathryn Janeway walked out of the interrogation room with a command to return the prisoner to her cell. She headed to her quarters for a shower and a meal.

CHAPTER FIVE

After the destruction of the Vaskans, the warship Voyager turned back, resuming its course to the Alpha Quadrant. It was rather uneventful, this area of space. Kathryn Janeway felt in the mood for a little diversion. She had the senior staff meet her down in Holodeck 1 for a party.

Ensign Paris had designed this specific program and she knew they all rather enjoyed it. She walked in at 2200 and the party was well underway. Wafts of narcotic smoke filled the dark room which held a stage at the center, illuminated from above. Her officers were seated in chairs around the stage talking and laughing, music pounding from the bulkheads.

On stage were four sets of people in a row, four prisoners surrounded by various crewmembers, two or three with each. The prisoners were in various stages of undress as were the crewmembers abusing them in various creative ways. Janeway smiled when she saw the one furthest to the left was 14 Alpha. Tuvok and Lt. Kim were with her.

Janeway sat down by the stage next to Ensign Paris. He was taking a long drag from his pipe and offered it to her. She smiled and took it between her lips, sucking the narcotic, feeling it float directly to her head. A holographic woman in a short black dress sidled up and offered the Captain a drink. Janeway's eyes were riveted to the stage. She reached over to the barmaid's thigh and stroked up under her skirt to her buttocks. Her husky voice agreed to a whiskey. The barmaid allowed the fondling, then shook her patron off to fetch her drink.

Tuvok stood behind her captive, his dark hands clashing sharply with those ivory breasts. At this point, she was stripped to the waste. Lt. Kim was on his knees in front of her, teasing her through her clothes.

Janeway called up, amidst the noise, "What have I told you, Tuvok, about making me wait?"

He let out a snort and proceeded to finish stripping the young woman. Janeway was mesmerized, the narcotic and the alcohol both working their charms. Kim began lapping at that beautiful body as Tuvok's hands went back to her breasts. Janeway had a perfect three-quarter view. Tuvok's hand went down and he pulled out his cock. He began coaxing his captive with it, sliding it between her legs. She must not have been ready, for when he thrust up into her, the pain showed on her face.

Janeway suddenly wanted nothing more than to push Lt. Kim aside and take his place in those blonde curls. She realized the woman's eyes were on her. Those light blue eyes held her gaze. The young woman slowly reached out and ran her hands through Lt. Kim's smooth black hair, her eyes never leaving the Captain's. Janeway pulled smoke from the pipe and shuddered.

She was overwhelmed with the drugs and the noise and the vision before her. It was as if nothing else existed. Tuvok was thrusting up into her captive as if she were an object, roughly tugging and mashing those beautiful mounds. Kim's face, the Captain could not see, but she watched his head move as he gorged himself. Even as Janeway took in the sight, the Bemarison's eyes never left her face. The young woman began pushing the Lieutenant's head into her. Tuvok's pumping increased and those breasts jiggled between his fingers. His face began to distort. Tom Paris was making a comment to the Captain about Nelix liking exoskeletons, but she did not hear him. She did not see the rest of the stage. She only saw the perfection before her.

The young woman's lips had parted; her eyes were lidded. They still never left the Captain's face. Harry was moving frantically, as was the Vulcan. Suddenly, with a few jerks and a grunt, he came inside her. She looked like she was not far behind, but Kim did not care. He jumped up, pulled out his raging organ and stuffed it up into her, taking Tuvok's place. This broke the contact between the two women. Janeway was suddenly distraught.

Kim did not take long. In a few moments he was screaming and pounding hard. Paris laughed next to Janeway, as did a few others. Harry was known for his enthusiasm. When he finished, everyone knew what would come next. He raised his hand and smacked the woman hard. Janeway jumped up. She was trembling. When Tuvok hit her lower back, the Captain bolted for the door. Paris and a few others looked back at her. She kept going.

She did not have a plan. She could not breathe and had to get out. She stumbled her way back to her quarters. She didn't remember ever reacting that way, especially in front of the crew. She didn't understand it. She pushed her way through to the replicator and obtained a bottle of whiskey. Her hands shook as she filled a glass and took a few rapid gulps. It steadied her nerves but did not clear her head.

As she swallowed the burning liquid, the fissures formed in her armor. Kathryn Janeway was suffering a personal hull breach from the fiercest of weapons: compassion. What was causing it? Was it her seeming compliance? Those light blue eyes had looked straight through to the smaller woman's spine. But the woman, she wasn't even Terran.

She took the bottle to the sofa and sat down, staring blankly for more than a few minutes. She thought of the crew eventually, knowing they would perceive this as weakness. After all, so did she. She filled the glass again.

She called the Doctor and instructed him to fetch the woman and patch her up. She then told him to have her brought her to her quarters when he was finished.

When she arrived, the Bemarison was strangely calm . She showed no sign of defeat. The guard left them alone. Janeway said nothing. She did not look at those eyes. She still sat on her sofa, glass in hand. The bottle sat on the table before her. Next to it was a phaser.

Kathryn Janeway sealed the breach in her conscience by putting the phaser to her lover's head.

The next day, Kathryn Janeway cooly strolled onto the Bridge. Glancing around, she slouched into the command chair and adjusted her gloves. She felt oddly as if a burden was lifted. Running a finger along the side of her nose, she sighed, settling into another day in the Delta Quadrant on the way to the real Earth.