by Nameless Ensign
A dark erotic story about the intoxication of power, written 2003. Contains descriptions of bdsm and
sex with multiple partners. Rated NC-17.
Thanks to Shayenne for beta reading!
Disclaimer: Star Trek:Voyager and the characters used in this story all belong to Paramount. No infringement intended.
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Kathryn Janeway’s personal log, stardate 52208.4
So many contradictions – violence and beauty, science and faith – all somehow mingled harmoniously. It’s how he described Earth’s culture and, I think, us. ”It seems you have a long standing obsession with exploration, Captain,” he said. I didn’t even know how far that went myself until he showed up. That morning in my ready room, with Mahler playing throughout the ship, we had sex for the first time. He had offered his friendship, then listed all my telepathic crewmembers. I lied about their deaths and hoped I managed to appear upset about it. Either way, I obviously managed to appear interested in being his... friend. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it. I told myself it was only to save my crew. But the truth is I did enjoy it. Down on my hands and knees on the floor, with him holding on to my hair so tightly it hurt, I came with a force that was matched only by the crescendo of the music. Gaharay... stranger... is what I was to him. He said it with so much contempt. Yet the women of his own kind were too submissive, he said. He was the kind of man who loves the struggle for power more than the power itself. And I’ve learned that applies to me too. I would not admit it to any of my crewmembers, not even to Chakotay, but Kashyk knew it instinctively. He was the kind of man I needed so badly... in my bedroom as well as on my bridge. And for the first time I was truly happy Mark was gone from my life. His gentle love seemed so boring, so unsatisfactory and pale in comparison to this fervent and dangerous game. I began having vivid erotic daydreams about Kashyk. Some of them involved phaser rifles or martial arts. Some of them even involved Chakotay in his terrorist days, before he lost that hard edge I had found so sexy. Almost all of them involved Kashyk tied to my bed while I had my way with him. Or better yet, while I pleased myself, leaving him empty handed, frustrated, and enraged. I felt invigorated, dangerous, immortal, and sharp – the intoxication of power. On Kashyk’s next visit I had him down on his hands and knees, and I did to him what he had done to me. Out of uniform, vicious, wild, and with a fake but lifelike dick strapped to my pelvis I fucked him hard. He pretended not to like it, and while I was in the middle of it all, I really didn’t care. But when I was done, I could see in his eyes that he had enjoyed it. And when I got back into my uniform, smoothed my hair down and told him to get the hell off my ship, he obliged with a smile. We both knew he’d be back. I needed him there, but I could not have him come by with his fellow inspectors. Hiding my telepathic crewmembers in a transporter pattern buffer had been a genius idea, but it was hurting them. The solution presented itself sooner than expected. Kashyk defected. I offered him asylum, of course. I had him in my bed every night, except the nights we spent in his quarters with my security guards standing just outside the door. Ever devoted to their captain, they said nothing. I got used to getting up in the morning and inspecting my wounds while having my first cup of coffee. Using the dermal regenerator became as natural as having a shower in the morning. Chakotay confronted me about it, of course. He didn’t trust Kashyk, he said. I laughed at him. “I don’t trust him either, Chakotay,” I said, and handed him the cup of tea I had replicated for him. “I don’t understand,” he replied. “What is it you don’t understand?” “What do you see in him?” “Nothing,” I said honestly. “But he is... a worthy opponent.” “Someone that will try to force you into submission?” I nodded reluctantly. I had forgotten how easily Chakotay could read me. Like an open book. And now he had turned a page and found a whole new chapter. That same night, Chakotay joined us. The memory still makes me shiver. They had me obedient, weak, and chained to a wall. They had me whimpering and screaming from passion and anger. They had their fingers, tongues and big thick dicks deep inside me... sometimes simultaneously, sometimes one at a time. Teeth bit my nipples, neck, earlobes, and clit. Open hands slapped my face and harsh words were spat at me. I came so many times it seemed I had one continuous orgasm all through the night. Chakotay’s anger was back, and I loved him for it. But Kashyk’s touch was getting softer. In the very end I understood why. The farewell kiss said it all. The brutal Devore inspector had fallen in love with me. His deceit, the final attempt to bring me and Voyager down, was his last desperate effort to stay in power. He failed. The victory was mine. When Kashyk’s shuttle had left Voyager I turned to find Chakotay standing by the door. The look in his eyes was hard, challenging, and there wasn’t a trace of sympathy there. I suspect there’s a mutiny coming. And I’m sure I will enjoy it immensely. The angry warrior has come back to me. End of log entry. <-- Main page |
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