YOU WILL SERVE UNDER
ME
RATED NC17
In a startling turn of events, the first
mission of the new Starship Voyager
had failed.
The Starfleet crew, specifically chosen
for the mission, was to capture a cell of Maquis renegades and rescue Tuvok,
the Captain’s Vulcan security officer who had been working undercover. Both the Maquis ship
Forty-nine Maquis crewmen beamed to Voyager just before Chakotay rammed the
‘I’ll take her,’ Ayala volunteered from
within the turbolift.
Chakotay nodded. ‘She’s lost her First Officer, and I think
her pilot. We’re looking at three, maybe
four people at the most. Restrain them. Not kill – restrain. We may need
them. We didn’t stand a chance getting
back home on the
As they made ready, the turbolift doors
opened.
Captain Janeway, standing near Harry
Kim’s ops position, reacted in an instant to the intrusion, but was quickly
taken into custody, held tightly by Ayala as Chell held a phaser to Kim’s throat.
Aware that her ship was being overrun by
Maquis, she had locked out her command codes and had been in the process of
ordering self-destruct as anticipated, but the battered bridge, damaged during
the wild ride to the Delta Quadrant, was slow to respond.
She spied her undercover security officer
Tuvok entering upon the heels of Chakotay and sent him a surreptitious
glance. The glance did not go unnoticed
however, for as he quietly and carefully aimed his weapon at Chakotay, Torres,
the quick-thinking half-Klingon engineer, stunned Tuvok with her phaser. She wheeled and dropped Tom Paris, on board
as a collaborator, just as quickly.
Chakotay, startled by this unexpected turn of events, shot a questioning
look at B’Elanna, who merely repositioned her phaser to cover the inert men.
‘You might check your personnel a little
closer after this, Chakotay,’ B’Elanna cautioned. ‘I’m sure the Captain can verify that you’ve
had a traitor on your hands all this time.
Not to mention him,’ she
pointed in disgust at
Chakotay peered at the unconscious Tom
Paris. ‘So this is where you ended up, you bastard. You deserted us and here you are, ready to
betray me again as you did before - for latinum, most likely. As for Tuvok…I would have trusted him with my
life. And here he is, trying to take
it.’ Chakotay regarded the Vulcan
sadly. ‘Watch them, Chell,’ he
ordered. A man only stunned could come
to fast, and he was aware of the Vulcan’s strength. They couldn’t relax – not yet. Not for a long time.
He spoke a few words to his engineer,
B’Elanna Torres. Turning to Captain
Janeway, who stood clamped in Ayala’s grip, momentarily defeated but not yet
vanquished, he spoke with impeccable courtesy.
‘Captain Janeway, I hereby take this ship and your command. Your crew is in good hands, well taken care
of, but locked down in the cargo bay. As
you can see,’ he gestured, ‘the bridge is ours.’ He gestured toward Tuvok. ‘I recruited this Vulcan. According to B’Elanna, you know him. Who is he?!’
Captain Janeway held her head high. ‘He is Tuvok, my Chief of Security. He was on your ship, undercover, on my orders
- to aid in your capture.’
‘Then, as they say, I’ve turned the
tables, haven’t I, Captain?’ His dark
eyes taunted her. ‘I’ll need your
command codes.’
‘I’ll destroy this ship before I give you
those codes,’ she spat defiantly.
‘There’s no way in hell you can pilot Voyager with only fifty
crewmen. You need me. You need my crew.’
‘You underestimate the Maquis. We’ve learned to use precious few people to
damned good advantage. We’ve had
to. What have you had to do,
Captain? Pilot a ship of luxury, plenty
of food in your belly, to track us down like criminals when you know we’re in
the right?’
‘I don’t know any such thing… Mr.
…Chakotay, is it? I’m a Starfleet
officer, Captain of this vessel. And
I. Will.
Never. Yield.’
He came as close as he could, right in
her face. She leaned back as far as
possible in Ayala’s firm grip. Chakotay
looked her up and down, tracing a bold finger along her Captain’s pips. ‘And I say this to you, Captain. I have your vessel now. You
will serve under me.’
He issued orders for the Captain and her
remaining crew to be locked down in the cargo bay. ‘B’Elanna, you belong in Engineering. Get Dalby up here.’
‘I can come up with creative a lot better now with a ship like this, Chakotay.’ She grinned at him as she shoved Harry into
the turbolift. Ayala steered Janeway in
then dragged Tuvok beside her. She knelt
by her old friend, glaring daggers at her captors. Chell, the blue-skinned Bolian, followed with
~ ~ ~
As the turbolift doors closed, Chakotay
surveyed the now quiet bridge – his
bridge. He made the rounds, checking all
instruments. Dalby would be his
pilot. He could handle tactical and the
Captain’s chair. To hell with security,
Starfleet was locked down; he wouldn’t need a security officer. He’d have to keep several guards posted, that
was all. He might not need tactical if
he avoided trouble. He’d throw the
Starfleet Book of Regulations out the airlock; this ship’s only mission was to
get home. He’d accomplish that by any
means necessary, hopefully in time to use this very ship against the war with
the Cardassians. What a formidable
weapon he had now at hand! Chakotay was
under no illusion that years lay ahead in the long journey home, but he had no
qualms about seeking out and using alien technology, perhaps finding stable,
commercial wormholes. They’d likely
require permits – no matter - he’d find his way past them; he’d done it
before. If, during that time, the
Starfleet crew wanted to fall in line, fine.
If not, living conditions were going to get tough for them down in the
cargo bay – very tough.
He closed his eyes and threw his head
back, raising his arms in thanks to the spirits who had helped him obtain this
fine vessel. It would serve him well.
~ ~ ~
‘Please
state the nature of the medical emergency.’
‘I have some burns from transporting
through an explosion,’ Chakotay stated.
‘I see.’ said the reactivated EMH. ‘Didn’t I just treat you for a broken leg?’
‘Yes, you did, Doctor. If you don’t mind, I’m in a hurry.’
The EMH ran a regenerator over the
damaged skin of Chakotay’s arms and thighs.
‘Have we been in another battle?
Or have we been sent careening through outer space again? No one ever informs me of these matters… I
simply take each case as they come staggering through the doors…’
‘Never mind that now. There have been some changes. I need to ask where your loyalties lie.’
‘I gather the Maquis have taken the
ship.’
‘Affirmative.’
‘Then my loyalties lie with whoever
activates my program. The Hippocratic
Oath takes precedence over the fact that the Federation designed and built
me. Federation technology makes my
program possible.’
‘That’s rather ambiguous, Doctor.’
‘Then I’ll clarify. As Napoleon once said, God is on the side of the strongest battalion. As am I.’
‘Noted.’
‘One word of caution, sir. Captain Janeway will use any means necessary
to retake this ship.’
Chakotay grinned. ‘Thanks for the warning.’
~ ~ ~
The following day, feeling much better,
Chakotay paid his first visit to the captured crew. The 24-hour guard he had ordered strained
manpower somewhat, but it was well worth it.
He noted with satisfaction the four phaser rifles aimed at the milling
group of uniformed crew as the pneumatic doors opened to admit him. Further precautions had been taken to remove
all traces of technology from the cavernous cargo bay as well as from its
frustrated occupants. Nothing would be
allowed to remain with which to manufacture any sort of weapon. The crew no longer had communicators. They were allowed bedding, clothing, and
facilities for basic sanitation only. No
sonic showers or replicators were permitted.
Meals would be prepared and delivered.
One large, partitioned room had been constructed for their needs – that
was all. Coming from a world where
scrounging for a meal and a bed was routine, Chakotay thought they had it
rather cozy.
The Captain ordered the crew to fall in. To his surprise, however, the first person to
approach him was not Captain Janeway but the little Talaxian who, along with
his lover, Kes, had merely come along for the ride. Completely intimidated by the big Indian, he
nonetheless had the courage to request that he and Kes be allowed to leave the
ship. Chakotay vetoed it. ‘We need a cook, and I hear you’re
qualified. Interested?’
‘W-with all due respect, Capt – er – Mr.
Chakotay, we’d rather take our chances out there than in here. You Mah-keez
and these Federations don’t seem to
be getting along very well. Where will
that leave Kes and me?’
‘A lot safer than out there, my friend,’ replied Chakotay, placing a hand on the
little man’s shoulder. ‘I can assure you
of your safety, because you’re not Starfleet.
You’re not my enemy – that is, until you’ve proven you’re my
friend. We’re shorthanded as I’m sure
you’re aware. We need a cook. We can’t constantly drain power with the
replicators. And, we’ll be stopping
every so often for supplies for your kitchen.’
‘Y-Yes, sir. Of course.
Kes and I will see to it that your needs are met. Thank you for letting us live.’
Chakotay grinned. ‘Now, you’re free to leave the cargo
bay. Find yourselves some quarters. Make yourselves at home. Then get dinner ready. We’re all famished.’
Kes and Neelix cast a sad glance back at
the Starfleet crew, standing at attention behind them, then reluctantly, left.
~ ~ ~
‘Now,’ began Chakotay, addressing the
crew, ‘let’s see if we can’t get things organized. As my prisoners, you’ll be given everything
you require…’
‘We require
the return of my ship,’ interrupted
Captain Janeway sternly.
‘Everything but that,’ he grinned.
Chakotay watched her come striding toward him. She was all Captain. Commanding, authoritative, yet deliciously
feminine. He was struck, now that he had
time to notice, how petite she was. All
that power in such a small frame. Damn,
the spirits smiled on him today. With a
new, pristine, and powerful ship in his possession and dinner in the making, Chakotay
was already in a good mood, and now this intelligent, lovely little lady with
whom he could match wits. It was good –
very good.
She met his engaging smile with a stern
countenance.
‘You are aware, of course, that the first
duty of prisoners is to escape.’
‘Believe me, Captain, I have been where
you are. Everything you could possibly
plan for and execute has already been taken into consideration.’
He stepped past her and raised his voice
so the rest of the crew could hear. ‘As
you can see, you have been isolated from all of your technology. You’re all going to have to make the best of
your living quarters here. It’s either
stay with Voyager or be put off at the next habitable planet. But like us, I’m sure you want to get
home. It may take several years, but you
can trust me to find a way. Meanwhile, I
suggest you make a decision as to what you want to do. Those who want to join my crew will have to
prove yourselves worthy. I will take
only one candidate at a time. That
candidate, once he leaves this cargo bay, will not be allowed back in. It’s true that we can use your expertise and
your manpower. Still, you must earn the
right to work. Any candidate who fails
to show loyalty to the Maquis will be put off at the next M-Class planet.’
‘This is completely unacceptable!’ Janeway protested vehemently.
‘May I remind the former Captain that she
is no longer in charge? And I am not
proposing anything. I’m telling you, this is how it’s going to
be.’
His eyes swept the assemblage. He estimated about 150 people. Damn, it was going to be tough keeping them
under control, despite his many precautions.
He paused, considering. The best
way to control a beehive is to capture the queen. He turned back to the Captain.
‘Allow me to rephrase, Captain Janeway. Why don’t we discuss the situation over
dinner?’
‘I will remain with my crew, thank you.’
‘I’ll allow you to leave here long enough
to have dinner with me. It might smooth
negotiations, don’t you think?’
He
didn’t like to see her mouth thin into a straight line. She looked better with the lips relaxed; it
softened her features. Her hair would
look better loosened, her back not so straight.
Damn, she was attractive. Chakotay
liked strong women.
‘I see nothing to negotiate. Thank you for the invitation, but I would
prefer to remain with my crew.’
Attractive
and stubborn. ‘I’m
afraid the invitation is not subject to cancellation, Captain. You will
come with me.’ He pulled his phaser and
aimed it at her. Behind him, the
combined intake of many breaths told him the crew fully expected him to shoot
her there and then. Several of her crew
ran forward in an effort to defend the Captain, but Suder, Jonas and two other
Maquis stationed on platforms overhead held phaser rifles trained on the crew,
ready for anything. Captain Janeway
pulled her uniform straight and marched out of the cargo bay with a phaser at
her back.
In the corridor, Chakotay holstered his
phaser, shortening his stride to match hers.
Keeping a firm grip on her arm, he escorted her to the mess hall. She had no choice but to follow. She hadn’t advanced to her current rank
without combat training; she could
have landed a kick in a delicate area, but for the moment she was still
outmanned and outgunned. Better to wait
and see what the enemy proposed. The
safety of her crew came first.
~ ~ ~
Neelix was busily brewing and frying and
tasting, having set up his mess kitchen in a remarkably short time. Chakotay complimented him on it, and on the
savory aromas emanating from the steam rising from the pots.
‘Thank you, Mr. Chakotay…’
‘Just call me Chakotay, Neelix.’
‘Of course. Well, as I was saying, sir, I’ve been used to
doing things quickly, when you come from this area of the quadrant, you have to
be ready for anything.’ Neelix was nervous
being in the presence of the Captain, now being held prisoner on board her own
ship. Not sure yet where his loyalties
should lie, he nevertheless respected her, grateful that she had been
instrumental in rescuing Kes, the love of his life, from those nasty Kazon.
Neelix set two steaming bowls before the
Captain and the Maquis Commander, who didn’t seem much like a criminal, for all
that he was holding Captain Janeway hostage.
He was rather a likeable fellow.
After he made sure they had everything they needed, he turned off his
kitchen and left.
Chakotay gestured for her to begin. ‘It’s my favorite - mushroom soup. I had a kilo of them in my pack and donated
them for dinner. Probably the last I’ll
see of them for a while, so enjoy them.’
Captain Janeway, reluctant to partake of
the enemy’s bread, hesitated. Then she
unfolded her napkin and removed a single spoon.
‘Sorry, Captain, I asked Neelix not to
give you any other utensils…and I want that one back.’
‘You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you,
Mr. Chakotay?’ she remarked in clipped tones.
‘Not everything. That’s why I hoped we might talk and come to
an understanding. My people call it making medicine.
‘The Native American people of the
‘That’s right.’
‘My ancestors came from
‘Oh?’
‘Yes, an incredibly bullheaded race.’
Chakotay let out a laugh and covered his
mouth with his napkin. Witty with one hell of a sense of
humor. He was gratified to see that
Captain Janeway had at last begun to eat, and that she was apparently enjoying
the soup. Neelix had made it too thick;
it was more of a stew – but it was still delicious.
‘I can see that in you,’ he replied after
he got his laughter under control.
‘I must
protest this treatment of my crew,’ said Janeway, getting back to basics. ‘You can’t possibly keep them – us – locked
down in that hold for as many years as I think it’s going to take to get back
to the Alpha Quadrant. Do you realize
just how far away is 70,000 light-years?’
‘Of course I do, Captain. This is just a preliminary tactic, to make
sure my people come out ahead. We’ve
gotten the short end of the stick for too long.’
‘I don’t propose to discuss the political
situation of Cardassia versus the Federation and why the Maquis feel they must
form a vigilante group,’ she said. ‘My
concern is with the here and now. This
is my ship, Mr. Chakotay. I want my command back and I want my crew
released. If your plan is to make medicine, very well. We both know the quandary we are in. I propose we combine our efforts and our
crews to get home.’
‘A logical solution, as your Mr. Tuvok
would undoubtedly say,’ replied Chakotay.
‘I’d like to see it come to that, but it’s going to take a higher level
of cooperation than I think either of our crews possess. Frankly, with tensions what they are, I don’t
see how it would work.’
After only a few spoonfuls of the soup,
Captain Janeway set her plate aside, wiped her spoon and handed it with a
flourish to Chakotay.
‘Sorry, Captain, but you’d be surprised
what an ingenious weapon can be made from something like this.’
‘It would work if you would agree to join
your crew with mine. One crew. A Starfleet crew.’
Chakotay’s face clouded. ‘What makes you think any one of my people would
go along with that?’ he asked angrily.
‘All right – let’s hear your ideas.’
‘Lose the uniforms. Lay aside our differences, at least until we
get home. Organize a community
ship. Led by me.’
‘The operation of this ship requires more
structure than that, Chakotay. A
hierarchy. Starfleet provides that
structure. You should know – you went to
the Academy. You had a good record there
– you swore an oath, the same one we took; you know we can’t turn our backs on
that!‘
‘I did
- and for damned good reason.’
Disgusted, Janeway rose from her
seat. ‘I’m afraid we’re getting nowhere making medicine,’ Mr. Chakotay. I request to rejoin my crew.’
He sighed. ‘As you wish.
Meanwhile, I advise you to reconsider, Captain.’
‘You didn’t come here to make medicine. You just brought me here to tell me how it’s
going to be.’
‘As did you.’
‘Take me to the cargo bay!’
But he had had enough of her for the time
being. He ordered Ayala to take her,
instead.
~ ~ ~
A surprise awaited him on the
bridge. B’Elanna tossed him a padd the
moment he stepped off the turbolift.
‘What’s this?’
‘Janeway’s command codes.’
He had once again underestimated his
engineer’s expertise. He didn’t ask how
she managed to unlock the codes; he only laid a grateful hand on her
shoulder. Now they could get the hell
out of here.
~ ~ ~
‘Captain, I regret to inform you that the
ship is under power. I estimate we are
at Warp 7.’
‘I can feel it, Tuvok,’ Janeway said
tiredly. ‘They’ve either obtained the
command codes or found a way around them. Frankly,’ she sighed, ‘I’m at a loss as to how
to proceed. They’ve left us with
nothing. I’ll entertain any
suggestions.’
The cavernous cargo bay slightly echoed
their voices. ‘I regret I have no
suggestions to offer at this time, Captain.
I further regret my failure to capture Chakotay on the bridge.’
Janeway shook her head, resting her hand
lightly on the Vulcan’s arm. No words
were needed. Nothing was needed at the
moment except a weapon… just one weapon…
~ ~ ~
Several days passed in tedium for the
crew of Voyager. The cargo bay doors slid open to admit an
enormous load of supplies borne on anti-grav units, steered by one Maquis
crewman. ‘With Chakotay’s compliments,’
he said. ‘These are the items you are
allowed. They should last you two weeks,
after which time more supplies will be delivered. Make them last.’
‘What’s your name, crewman?’ asked the
Captain. If nothing else she could
ascertain the identities of her captors.
‘Lon Suder.’
‘Thank you, Mr. Suder.’
She turned to go back to her temporary
quarters, but he stopped her with a bold hand on her arm. In an eerily soft voice, he said, ‘I hear
your talk with Chakotay didn’t go very well, Captain.’
‘Excuse me.’ Janeway’s voice was icy as she tried to
disengage his hand from her arm.
‘You have to know how to talk to
Chakotay,’ he breathed into her face.
‘He likes strong women.’ She
pulled away; Tuvok was soon at her elbow.
‘Release the Captain – now,’ he commanded.
‘Suder!!’ Chakotay materialized behind him, jerking him
away and shoving him out the door. ‘Back
to your station!’
‘Chakotay, if one of your Maquis lays
hands on the Captain again, I will kill him,’ Tuvok stated.
‘I don’t hear you, traitor.’ Chakotay refused to look at the Vulcan. ‘Captain, my apologies.’
She waved it off and dismissed
Tuvok. The staid but stern-faced Vulcan
left the Captain’s side.
‘May I speak to you?’ she asked Chakotay.
‘Have you come to your senses?’
Janeway folded her arms. ‘I beg your pardon.’
‘Sorry, my chief engineer thinks I have a
twisted sense of humor.’
‘So do I.’
‘Have you agreed to accept my authority?’
‘No. However, several of my crew have agreed, and
they have my permission to leave.
They’re tired of living in a cage, and we’re a long way from Starfleet.’
‘I don’t blame them,’ he said sympathetically. ‘Give me the name of just one of them.’
‘Are you sure you’ll only allow one?’
‘Those were the terms.’
‘If you test everyone’s loyalty at that
rate, we’ll be home before you’re finished.’
He grinned at her. ‘Good point.
But there are fifty of us and one hundred fifty of you. Bad odds.
Still, to promote good will, I’ll consent to take three at a time. Crewmen, not
officers. Not even Ensigns. I won’t trust officers. Not yet.’
‘Acceptable.’ She called three crewmen over. ‘This is Crewman Ashmore, Crewman Ballard and
Crewman Jetal. Each one was assigned to
Engineering. They should not be much of
a threat to you. And if this ship needs
one thing right now, it’s plenty of personnel in Engineering.’
‘Agreed.
I don’t intend to stop for any reason except supplies. And if we run into trouble getting them, I
want to get out fast. I don’t intend to
stop to investigate, explore or respond to pleas for help. No stopping to smell the roses. My job is to get us home.’
‘As you wish. But we’re passing up quite an opportunity to
explore uncharted territory.’
‘You heard me, didn’t you?’
‘Yes.
I heard you,’ she stated, slowly, glaring at him. She addressed her crewmen. ‘All right – you got what you wanted. Go with the Maquis Commander if that’s your
choice. I won’t stop you.’
~ ~ ~
In only a matter of months, more than
half of the Starfleet crew had changed colors and gone over to the enemy. Minor adjustments were made but for the most
part the transition went smoothly. The
dwindling number of Starfleet diehards remained in their cargo bay cage; among
them the officers and the Captain, whom all assumed would never
assimilate. Chakotay was a frequent
visitor, but it seemed the only person he came to visit was Captain Janeway.
‘You know, don’t you,’ he told her one
day, ‘we haven’t so much forced your people into this decision as we’ve simply
told them our side of it. Starfleet has
never told the whole truth about why the Maquis came into being.’
‘You brainwashed them,’ she spat.
‘I wouldn’t call it brainwashing. Just reasoning with them. Starfleet failed the colonists – turned their
backs on them. Left them to the
Cardassian wolves. The trouble with
Starfleet is that it’s always thought of itself as infallible. It’s not.’
She said nothing as he disparaged
everything she believed in.
‘What’s the matter, Captain? You don’t care to debate?’
‘It’s in your dossier – you left the
Academy. Then you returned. They never should have allowed you back in.’
‘A few of the professors and one coach in
particular might agree with you – they came down on me pretty hard. It took me a while to comprehend the
intricacies of discipline. Once I got
the hang of it, however, I -’
She interrupted him. ‘Suppose we make it back to the Alpha
Quadrant. What –‘
‘I’m not going any farther than the Beta
Quadrant. When… if we get there,’ he amended, ‘you’ll all be ejected in escape pods
– that is, those among you who remain with Starfleet. We’ll piggyback a coded subspace message to
let the Federation know where you are to pick you up.’
‘And my ship?’
‘My ship
will be then at my disposal,’ he answered, cryptically.
‘I’ll help the Federation in any way I
can to capture you,’ she said, infuriated.
‘You’ll spend your life mining borite!’
He was unperturbed. ‘Excuse me, Captain, but duty calls. I regret we seem to butt heads every time we
meet. If you would agree to disagree, we
could have dinner together every so often.’
He grinned, turned on his heel and left.
~ ~ ~
Tuvok approached his Captain. ‘If I may be so bold, there is a possible
solution to our predicament. The
solution lies with you, Captain.’
‘I’m listening, Tuvok.’
‘I am certain you have noticed that the
Maquis Commander is quite taken with you.’
‘I’ve noticed. Get to the point.’
‘May I suggest that you request time
alone with him. While this may be a most
difficult task, the logical course of action would be for you to secure a
weapon from your own quarters. If memory
serves, you had once told me you had hidden a phaser there.’
‘Take back the ship with one phaser,
Tuvok… you’ve never been more illogical.’
‘On the contrary, Captain, one phaser set
to kill, aimed at the head of the Maquis Commander, might be sufficient
motivation for him to precede you back here.
We will do the rest.’
Janeway considered for a moment.
‘Do you understand what I am suggesting,
Captain?’
She nodded grimly. ‘Are there enough of us?’
‘As the Maquis would say, we will have to
use few people to … damned good advantage.’
‘Tuvok, you never cease to amaze me.’
‘Can you do this, Captain Janeway?’
‘I survived a Cardassian interrogation,
Tuvok. I escaped - and saved my rescuer
- by sinking into a filthy swamp with a only straw in my mouth to breathe
through. Seducing this Maquis will not
be that difficult.’
~ ~ ~
‘I’d like to request another, what did
you call it? Pow-wow, Mr. Chakotay,’ Janeway said upon Chakotay’s next
visit. It had been a month since Tuvok’s
startling suggestion, however, Chakotay had not returned until now. She was beginning to worry that he had put an
end to the habit.
He regarded her. ‘To make
medicine is for enemies to meet peacefully.
But to what end? You’ve made your
position clear.’
‘Well, you said something about dinner,
if I agree to disagree.’
‘All right,' he said.’
‘Before we do, I was going to ask if I
could visit my quarters. I have some
books. Surely you will grant me that
small dispensation?’
‘For the Captain, of course. But I’ll be watching you.’
‘I’ll only take what I need.’
~ ~ ~
The doors to her quarters slid open and
they entered together, his hand, as usual, grasping her arm. When she didn’t raise the illumination level,
he did so. ‘Computer, lights.’
‘Computer, belay that order.’
Immediately alert, he turned her to face
him. The doors slid shut, plunging them
into complete darkness. Before their
eyes could adjust to starlight through the open, filtered windows, Janeway
reached with her free hand and laid it gently against his cheek.
Whether it was the tension that had long
been evident between them or some ultimate scheme of hers, Chakotay didn’t
know, nor did he care. He released her
arm to encircle her with his own. She
tiptoed to kiss him. He tangled his free
hand in her hair as he returned the kiss, slowly and cautiously at first, then
with fierce determination.
It’s
been a while for him, she thought with amusement. And, she had to admit, the same held true for
her. But this was serious business.
Backing away, she led him to her
bedroom. Her ultimate plan was to tire
him - catch him off guard - then she could take the phaser hidden in the
cabinet behind her pillow. If this is
what had to happen, so be it.
With his hot breath in her ear, she
slipped out of her uniform and stood clad in only her Starfleet-issued
underwear. He was cautious enough not to
allow her to touch his belt; he let go of her only long enough to toss it
across the room. He threw his heavy
leather vest over it. No words passed
between them as she slid her hands beneath the striped shirt, caressing his
broad chest, and slid the shirt up over his head. He shrugged out of it. After she removed the rest of his clothing,
she invited him down onto her bed with gentle pressure on his shoulders.
~ ~ ~
As he lay waiting, bemused, she stripped,
then she straddled his belly, deliberately avoiding the pulsing enlargement at
his groin, which now rested against her lower spine. Her hands stroked his chest and shoulders. He watched her face; it gave him no clues as
to what she was up to. He had once
played poker with a fellow cadet at the Academy whose face was as blank as hers
was now. He simply waited.
Her hands were turning him to fire; they
slid down his arms and grasped his hands.
She lowered her body to kiss him again; he raised his head to meet her
lips. She kissed him deeply until he
groaned with desire in spite of himself; his hips seemed to have a mind of
their own, pressing against her gently in mock thrusts. Swiftly, she raised her hips and lowered
them; very slowly impaling herself on him.
The sudden sensation manifest itself in his strained face and the slight
groans that now emerged from his throat.
Prisoner had become captor. She
made no move, just hovered over him, gripping his hands, with his hardness deep
within her. Finally he could stand it no
longer and the powerful muscles of his back lifted her up with his thrusts.
He played her game, though he wanted to
pull his hands out from beneath hers to fondle the small breasts. He ached to get his hands on them. Finally she moved above him, and he relaxed and
allowed her to seek her own satisfaction.
She undulated slowly, deliberately, but without abandon, maintaining
control. His breathing escalated. She bent, placing her nipples close to his
mouth, and he buried his face between them, gratefully. Releasing his hands, which immediately
grasped her buttocks, pressing her to him, she quietly accessed the cabinet
door while his attention was so focused on her breasts, and withdrew the
phaser.
~ ~ ~
He moved too fast for her to know quite
how it happened, but his hand had enclosed hers along with the phaser, gripping
painfully, and she was now beneath him.
Sweat dripped from his forehead into her hair, and he tried to control
his breathing as he now trapped her beneath his big body. She fought him, but he wrestled the phaser
from her, deactivated it and tossed it across the room.
Now both her hands were caught in his, in
a surprising turn of events she had not anticipated. With his weight on her, she couldn’t move a
muscle. She struggled, but the powerful
legs pushed hers aside and his member dipped within her again. His movements were a mixture of anger and
excitement as he thrust again and again.
She was furious, but as it went on, her body took over against her own
will, finally gripping her in an orgasm so hard and powerful she could not
breathe.
Chakotay didn’t stop, masterfully
triggering another orgasm within her, then another. In complete exhaustion and defeat, she now
lay in surrender beneath him. Still
gripping her wrists, now completely in command of Janeway’s body, her ship, and
her crew, the only words spoken between them now came from his lips:
‘As I told you before, Captain -- you
will serve under me.’
The End