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Rated NC-17 for graphic sex; J/C
Summary: The Captain's abducted and forced to work at a brothel. How far is Chakotay willing to go in order to rescue her?

Written for the Spring Fling exchange of 2007-elem requested "I'd like a J/C story, with a happy ending. Any rating. It can be angst, H/C, funny, sad... anything really as long as it has the requisite happy conclusion. I do have a bit of a soft spot for post Endgamers but not essential. " Disclaimer: I didn't write the characters. They belong to other people.

Many thanks to Shayenne for the fabulous beta and for shining light on plot holes big enough to walk through. And thank you to Ky for punching up the bits that needed her particular touch.

"We think we've found her, Commander. Sort of…" Tom hadn't even bothered to chime before he bolted into the ready room to find Chakotay sitting at the captain's desk, staring into the nothingness in front of him.

Chakotay jumped up, an almost guilty look on his face as he sprung from the chair. "What do you mean, 'Sort of'?" Although the captain had been missing for more than a week, he'd found it difficult to assume her position, even temporarily, and something as simple as using her chair ate at him.

"I just beamed up from the planet. I talked to a guy who knows this sector pretty well and based on what I told him, he has an idea of where she might be."

"That's pretty sketchy."

"It's better than anything else we've got!"

Next to himself, no one had worked harder to find the captain than Paris. He remembered how upset Tom was when they realized she had disappeared. Several crew members had been visiting the market and Chakotay had only turned his back from her for a moment. And she was gone. They'd searched high and low, using every scanner they had, but Kathryn Janeway was no longer on the planet.

It was a busy port, thick with spaceship traffic. Many ships came and went before they had to accept that she had been taken off the planet. She could have been on any of the ships that left the port over a period of six hours. Chakotay held himself responsible for not keeping better tabs on her, but beating himself up about it didn't find her. Knowing that he wasn't responsible didn't quell the guilt, though.

"So, what do you have?" He moved over to the front of the desk and leaned against it.

Tom plopped down in the nearest chair. They were all exhausted, both emotionally and physically. "It isn't pretty, Chakotay."

He nodded once, accepting the warning for what it was.

Tom raked his fingers through his hair. "Seems that there's a little pleasure station a few light years away. Effernine. Every so often, women in this sector turn up missing. Not much is said about it, because there's nothing much that can be done. These 'traders' take the women in order to…staff the various businesses on Effernine." Tom looked pointedly at Chakotay.

"You think she's been sold into slavery?"

"It's not quite slavery, they're quick to point out. It's more of an indentured servitude. The women are given a chance to earn their passage back home with a small percentage of the take for their services. According to this guy, it usually takes a couple of years…give or take…"

Chakotay swallowed roughly. "And the people in this sector don't go after their women?"

"They don't have to. Eventually, they come back and go on with their lives as if it had never happened. I get the feeling that women aren't as valued here."

Chakotay ground at his face with the heels of his hands. The thought of Kathryn being forced to- He shook his head to clear the mental picture of her in some dive.

"And it's not just that. Apparently, the people who run Effernine have far superior technology to the other populations nearby. The whole station is protected by a forcefield that makes communication and infiltration damned near impossible. Evidently, there's good money to be had on the backs of other people. And they've got a small army, armed to the teeth, protecting the whole operation, if you believe this guy."

"And you did."

"Yeah, unfortunately…"

Chakotay walked over to the viewport and leaned against it, looking down at the harmless looking planet below them with its markets and spaceport. To think that their people live with the constant threat of their daughters, wives, and mothers being whisked away for years on end. And now Kathryn was there with them. He continued to look at the panorama below. "All women, you say…"

"Yeah. And from what I can tell, they're all employed the same way."

Chakotay slammed his palm against the transparent aluminum. "Goddamnit!"

Behind him in an instant, Tom rested his hand on the Commander's shoulder. "I hate it as much as you do, but at least now we have some kind of idea where she is."

Chakotay turned to see the sympathy and anger in Paris's eyes. "You've got coordinates for this place?"

"Hell, yes…"

"Then I think it's time we showed these people that they stole the wrong woman."

Tom grinned. "You better believe it. But I'm willing to bet that Captain Janeway's already doing a pretty good job of that herself."

Chakotay couldn't help but smile. "Hell hath no fury like a redheaded starship captain forced to do something she doesn't want to. Let's go, Tom."

~ ^ ~

Kathryn carefully fingered the bruise on her cheekbone. The pain had subsided over the past few days, but putting on make-up to cover the bluish bruise had made it ache.

Hav'kah, a troll of a man, owned and operated the house, but left the management of the women to Jor'nial. Amazingly, this large-boned woman with faint stripes on her cheeks, had chosen to stay after she'd paid her debt to the establishment. Kathryn couldn't imagine what Jor'nial's life must have been before her abduction. That she would choose this dismal existence rather than return to her home filled in many of the blanks.

Jor'nial insisted that Kathryn cover her bruise well. No sense in antagonizing Hav'kah. If she could, Kathryn would leave it uncovered and wear it as a badge of honor. She'd earned it fair and square. That son of a bitch who was to be her first 'client' looked a damn sight worse. At least Hav'kah left her alone...for now. She knew he would eventually try to get her to serve a man in one of the back rooms. After all, he'd spent good money on her and she wasn't earning either of them anything by wiping bar glasses and serving drinks.

The other women thought she was crazy. Jor'nial told her that the quicker she accepted her fate, the quicker she could start making some money to earn her passage. When Kathryn tried to tell them that her crew would be coming for her, they'd laughed.

At first, she'd thought about escaping. But where would she escape to? This place was only a port in the middle of space. And she had hopes that Voyager would find her. Chakotay would find her. She felt a twinge in her gut. She missed him. It hadn't been that long, but she missed seeing his face everyday and knowing that she could count on him to help her through as he'd always done.

Shaking her head, Kathryn thought how silly and sentimental she was being. Of course he would find her. She was the captain, and he'd find her. It was his job.

~ ^ ~

"They'll only allow four crew members from any ship to visit the station at a time. They take security seriously around here. I guess they figure that four men can't do much damage against the little militia they have guarding the place. I swear, I don't know when I've seen so much firepower, Chakotay."

"Thanks, Tom. But starting a war with these people is the last thing we want to do. We just want to find her and get her back on the ship." Every time he thought of Kathryn down there, he felt physically ill. What if they were forcing her to-- No. He couldn't keep doing this to himself. It was too much of a distraction.

Tom must have noticed Chakotay go green around the gills. Lowering his voice to barely more than a murmur, he spoke directly to his CO. "She's fine, Chakotay…We'll get her back in one piece."

He nodded a small thanks.

Tuvok addressed the senior officers gathered in the conference room. "I believe it would be prudent to double the number of crew members searching for the captain." He turned to Neelix. "Mr. Neelix, have you been keeping your ship space-worthy?"

Neelix beamed. "Yes sir! I'd be more than happy to outfit her with a small complement of men! It'll be tight, but we can fit five in order to leave her staffed while we're station-side."

Chakotay interrupted. "Excellent. That means eight pairs of eyes scouring this hell-hole looking for her. We'll have to map the place and divide up to make things run more efficiently. Tom-any word on communications?"

"The comm badges shouldn't be a problem. We'll still be able to wear them for the translator, but the dampening field on the station keeps them from working more than a few meters away. They'll be useless to communicate with each other down there, or with the ship."

"Tricorders?"

Tuvok spoke up. "It would be prudent to use them judiciously. And, as with the communicators, they do not function at more than a five to seven meter distance."

"That'll help, though. Most of these establishments are pretty small. Even if she's not visible from the main room, we might be able to pick up her signs.

"All right people. Let's get the search parties organized and dispatched. Keep it cool. We don't want to piss anyone off before we have a chance to get her out of there. And get the doctor to create some simple facial distinctions for the Terrans. We don't want anyone to match us up with the captain and guess why we're here…"

~ ^ ~

"So, Kathryn…Have you decided to be cooperative today? You know, you cost me money in your keep even when you're not entertaining the clients. It'll come out of your tab when you finally decide to wise up."

She could tell Hav'kah was angry. Even though he wasn't physically abusive to the women in his 'employment', he managed with a particular amount of intimidation. Kathryn had decided that the best way to handle him was to put him off, allowing him to believe that she would eventually come around and be a good little whore-once she got used to the idea. "I'm working on it. Maybe next week…"

Moving his face within inches of hers, he blew foul breath causing her to wince. "Look, Missy! You do a poor job of filling out that dress I've put on your back and you're many cycles past being attractive for your youth! But I paid good money for you because you're an exotic. You've got your work cut out for you and you're not getting any younger. You're not even that good-looking you know…If it weren't for your coloring, you'd be scrubbing out the johns in the back earning your passage the slow way, you hear?"

Kathryn refused to back away from his tirade and spoke in calmly measured tones. "Yes. I hear you. But I'm still getting used to the idea. I want to be certain I don't panic and cause another scene, as I did last time."

He backed off. Kathryn knew that his reputation as a host meant more to him financially than her price tag.

"Just see to it that you find a way to loosen up before I decide to trade you off to one of the other houses. Some of these guys run places where the clients get off on beating up their women. I like to run a decent place."

Jor'nial had told her as much. By the time some of the women earned their passage home, they were nearly unrecognizable. She hoped Chakotay would hurry and get her the hell out of here.

~ ^ ~

Tom admitted that he'd seen some seamy space stations in his relatively short life. But never had he seen such a place as Effernine in the Alpha nor Delta quadrants. The sole purpose of this station was to serve the male population of the sector…in whatever capacity they wished to be served.

No treaties or rules of decency stood in the way of procuring any sort of kink or pleasure a man could imagine. Some of these houses advertised their particular specialty on the walkway out front, while others kept the women cloistered behind smoked glass. In searching for the captain, he'd entered dozens of these dives, ordering a drink, turning on the tricorder under a table, and leaving without taking so much as a swallow. Most places he didn't even want to touch the furniture for fear he'd pick up some nasty virus that even the doc couldn't cure.

To think that Kathryn Janeway had been living in one of these houses for more than three weeks! Try as he did, he couldn't picture her here. Not his regal captain. And what if she'd been forced into this type of servitude? Tom shuddered. He knew the stern stuff that made up Kathryn Janeway, but this sort of life-even a short taste of it-could change a person permanently. They had to find her and the longer it took, the more desperate he felt. But nothing made him more panicked than the very real possibility that they could run out of establishments before they found her.

As it turned out, he found her in the next-to-the-last bar on his list. Besides the badly covered bluish bruise on her left cheekbone, she looked good. A little too good. He noticed her mixing drinks before he had a chance to pull out his tricorder. If it hadn't been for the crowd of people and the fact that he couldn't risk blowing his cover, he'd have bolted for her, whisked her up in his arms and carried her out of the place. But he didn't want to draw any attention to himself or to her, so he merely watched her, waiting to catch her eye.

She wore a very brief, deep blue silky dress. It revealed almost as much of her cleavage as it did her long pale thighs. And if Tom knew a damned thing about female anatomy, she wasn't wearing a bra. She moved gracefully on the ridiculous spike heels and it was a moment or two before she spotted him, recognizing him easily in spite of the darker hair color and the odd Talaxian spots running up his cheeks and into his hairline.

Proud of her for how coolly she noticed him, he watched as she turned to the side, revealing the strong chin of her profile and blinked back tears as she filled a mug with a frothy drink. Not chancing further eye contact, she looked to the other side of the bar at nothing in particular and subtly moved her hand to her chest indicating "I". Then she curled her index finger and thumb into the familiar circle of "okay". "I'm okay."

Tom let out the breath he'd been holding and looked away from her at a couple dancing. He tapped his wrist timepiece and held up one finger and looped it around. He hoped she got the message that they'd come for her tomorrow at this time. When he turned toward her again, they briefly looked at each other. Tom winked at her and she managed to keep her smile subtle, but her eyes shone through the thick makeup.

~ ^ ~

Although he and Tuvok nearly came to blows over who would complete the mission, Chakotay outranked the Vulcan. Entering the bar, his eyes immediately locked on Kathryn Janeway, who served drinks, just as Tom had said. He hoped it meant that she hadn't been expected to entertain the customers in other ways. It seemed almost impossible to believe that she'd escaped such a fate, but he held out hope.

He noticed the badly covered bruise on her cheekbone Paris had mentioned. No telling how that happened, but within a short time she would be able to explain it to him in detail. He intended to either walk or beam out of here with Kathryn in his arms. What with the series of transponders the team had hidden around the building, locking on their lifesigns and breaking through the shielding grid would take under a half hour once he made physical contact with her.

Even in this place, dressed cheaply as she was, Kathryn Janeway was a beautiful woman. The blue stretchy dress draped low in front revealing more ample cleavage than Chakotay knew she possessed. And the short skirt showed off her strong thighs. Moving with ease on the perilously high-heeled spike shoes, she filled one glass after another.

Sitting down at a table near the bar, Chakotay willed her to turn toward him. When she finally looked his way, he saw her breath catch in a grin before she nodded toward a man, Chakotay assumed to be the proprietor. Kathryn went about her business of serving the drinks, but he could tell she never quite let him out of her peripheral sight. Nor did he let her out of his for a moment.

The man, who Kathryn had indicated, sauntered over to his table and offered a warm greeting. "Welcome to my place. Name's Hav'kah …May I get you a drink, sir?"

"You can start with one of those over there." Running his hand over the subtle ridges the doctor had put on his nose, he nodded to the frothy brews that Kathryn poured.

"Ah! An Andoline ale…You have good taste. And are you in the market for a bit of pleasure tonight?"

Chakotay wanted to punch his lights out.

"We have all sorts of women who have a variety of tastes and specialties…Do you see anyone that you'd like to get to know better?" The man nodded in the direction of the dance floor where a clutch of women sat at a table chatting and looking his way. All of them wore next to nothing, revealing ample breasts and long, fleshy legs.

Chakotay glanced around the room and then back toward the bar and Kathryn. "What about the skinny one?"

"Oh. Her? You don't want her. She's new and hasn't been very cooperative. But our other girls are more than willing to show you a good time."

"But I like the looks of her." He kept watching Kathryn as she wiped down the glass counter with a rag, his eyes running the length of her body as she moved.

"We've had some trouble with her." Hav'kah chuckled. "She got rough with the first client we tried her out on. Wasn't a pretty sight. She's stronger than she looks."

Chakotay barely kept his anger in check, thinking of Kathryn fighting off some rutting pig. But the thought that she'd caused enough trouble to keep herself out of the way made him proud. He allowed himself to leer at her. "I like it rough."

Hav'kah snorted. "She broke his arm. Left him crying like a baby. He was big guy, too."

Chakotay couldn't hold back the grin of admiration. "How much to buy her out? I'm in the market for a woman of my own."

Hav'kah laughed and leaned in close so as not to be overheard. "She's not for sale. Once I've recouped her price, the station's general will claim her as part of his collection. He always reserves the exotics. And credits mean nothing to him." The man leaned back with a proud grin. "But she doesn't go until she's paid up. And at the rate she's going, I'll have her as an attraction for a long time. Perhaps you'd like to buy out one of the other girls?" He once again gestured at the flock of women eyeing him from their table.

Chakotay's eyes remained on Kathryn. "See if she's interested in me for the evening, then. I'm willing to take my chances. And I'll pay extra for her, too, seeing that she's fresh."

The man's eyes lit up at the mention of more credits. "I'll tell her, but you'll have to pay up front. You're welcome to discipline her however you wish, but leave her in one piece or you'll be answering to the general himself."

~ ^ ~

She'd been watching for him all evening, knowing that someone from Voyager would come to pick her up tonight. Kathryn hoped they had a good plan and hadn't underestimated the army of thugs that ran the station.

When she finally saw him, it had been all she could do to keep from launching herself at him and burying her face in his chest. Her relief at seeing him surpassed even her surprise at Paris' arrival last night.

Chakotay looked good. Damn good. But then, he always did. He wore a dark shirt and slacks along with a longish dark jacket hanging open in the front. His whole demeanor radiated danger. Kathryn knew he'd be ready to strangle the whole lot of thieves that ran this hell hole, but she hoped he'd be able to keep his cool long enough to get them the hell out of here.

She made out bits of their conversation from her post several feet away. Kathryn heard him ask Hav'kah about "the skinny one" and had blushed when she realized he asked about her availability. Of course, he would pay to get her alone and discuss their plans, but the thought of leading Chakotay into one of the back rooms left her slightly breathless. Silly, really.

Hav'kah approached her at the bar. "Who knows why, but that man wants you in the back. He's willing to pay top credit for you, but you'd better not cause any trouble. And from what I can tell, he's hoping to knock you around a bit. If you're careful, you might live through it. He says he likes it rough."

Kathryn had to play it cool. After so many weeks of putting him off, if she jumped at the chance to be with Chakotay, he'd know something was up. She pretended to think it over as she looked Chakotay up and down. "How much do I get to keep?"

"Nothing. Your cut goes to paying off your tab, remember?"

"I know that, but what percentage goes to my account?"

"The standard. Two percent."

"Make it three and I'll try to leave his arms in their sockets."

He exhaled with a growl. "Okay, but just this time. From here on out, you'll be working for the standard two percent just like the other girls."

Kathryn nodded and looked back at Chakotay. "Tell him I've just seen the light." And then she smiled innocently at her boss.

He leaned in close to her face. "I'm putting you in room one, so I'll be watching you. If anything…and I mean anything goes wrong, I'll snatch you out of there so fast you'll wish you'd have let him knock you around a bit."

Kathryn knew he was good for his word.

~ ^ ~

As the door closed behind them, she fell into Chakotay's arms, both of them sharing a tight embrace. But they had little time for such things.

He spoke low in her ear. "B'Elanna's triangulating our life signs for a beamout, but it'll take 20 to 30 minutes. We have to remain in physical contact, or else they won't be able to lock onto you."

His breath ran over her ear and she forced her thoughts to more important matters. Kathryn glanced nervously at the corner which held the camera. "There's surveillance. And he'll watch. If it doesn't look right, he'll stop us."

He pulled back and looked into her face. "Then we'll have to make it believable." Chakotay's dark eyes danced dangerously.

Kathryn felt her knees going weak at the suggestion. Of course they'd have to make it believable. If Hav'kah got the idea that they knew each other, he'd immediately throw Chakotay out and she'd have to suffer his questioning. He wasn't a fool and surely others had tried to escape before.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the tiny green light illuminate over the lens of the camera. She shot him a significant look, as if to say, 'Now.'

Chakotay caught her meaning, and without preface, he propelled her across the room, slamming her into the far wall with a dull thud, leaving her head spinning. His hands pinned her shoulders as the full length of his body made contact with hers. Dipping his head down to nip at her ear, he nuzzled the sensitive flesh, breathing fast against her neck. Barely audible over the thudding of her blood through her veins, she made out, "Forgive me."

Kathryn remembered her role and feebly pushed at his shoulders, not wanting to move his warm body from hers, but knowing that Hav'kah expected her to fight him. Grabbing her hands in his, Chakotay pressed them to the wall on either side of her head and stopped all movement, looking straight at her.

"I do like a rough fuck, woman, but if you have plans to break anything of mine, you'd better be ready to finish me off…" His steely tone took her by surprise and sent a thrilling shiver up her backbone. "Besides…It's my greatest pleasure to turn the reluctant into the willing…"

Kathryn never saw this side of Chakotay anymore. Such a gentle soul, he rarely displayed the sort of tightly coiled anger she'd recognized in him early in their association. She'd forgotten how compelling and darkly attractive she'd found him. Yet here he faced her, unleashed for the benefit of their charade. And she couldn't help but wonder how far he planned to carry this.

Still pinning her hands, he lowered himself against her body, moving his face to her chest. As he rubbed his mouth over her breasts, he tongued her nipples through the thin fabric. She felt them harden instantly as her lower body quivered, swelled and secreted, offering an involuntary invitation of scent and slick.

Looking down at the dark head and full lips rubbing softly at her breasts, Kathryn felt her body giving way to the act, an ache for him growing as he tantalized her with his mouth. When she threw her head back to clear her mind, she dislodged the fabric of her dress, freeing a nipple to his delicate assault. She felt his teeth tugging at the loose fabric, pulling the draped, neck even lower, exposing her chest completely to him.

Her skin afire, she looked down at him, watching him work her over, arousal curling its grip around her. It wasn't just the sensation of his mouth on her, or the fantasy element to the situation itself, it was him.

Pushing at his hands, she failed to succeed in getting him to release her, but he did move them down the wall stopping on either side of her waist. The awkward position caused her to arch herself against his mouth, pushing her chest further onto his tongue as it lapped the underside of her tits.

Snippets of reality flitted through her mind as his tongue flitted across her swollen breasts. Briefly aware of the green light of the camera, she knew Hav'kah's eyes were glued to the monitor in his office while he jacked off watching them.

The idea that any moment they would be beamed to Voyager's transporter room zoomed past her consciousness.

But she chose to focus on the picture of herself, backed against a wall, dressed as a whore with the man of her fantasies sucking at her bare chest.

And he did it so well! Surely this couldn't be all for the sake of the man watching them. After all, Chakotay's head hid most of the action from the camera's eye behind him. It wasn't entirely necessary that he do such a thorough job of nipping tiny bites that made her tingle from her toes up to her labia.

His stubble scratched at the tender skin, abrading it as he rubbed his face against her softness. And his tongue never stopped moving. When he latched onto one nipple with particular passion, the strong suckling left her wanting to cradle his head, begging for more.

Kathryn became aware of the small details of the moment. She could smell his hair. The heat of his body rose off of his scalp, inches from her nose where she could practically taste the aroma. She wanted to bury her face in the thick, dark fur and drink in his own personal musk while he tried to swallow her breasts.

The material of his slacks rubbed against her thighs, working the short skirt further up her legs, exposing more and more of her skin to the tingling. She knew that she should have cared, should have been ashamed to know that Hav'kah was watching and getting off on what Chakotay did to her, but regardless of what she knew intellectually, her body wouldn't listen.

Shifting, one of her heels scraped against the tile of the floor, a small squeak, but enough to be heard over the heavy panting coming from both of them. Teetering on the ridiculously high heels, she reeled against the wall, falling both into it and against his mouth. Kathryn knew she could never actually orgasm from this sort of stimulation alone…but she'd never experienced this level of sexual arousal in her life. All bets were off at this point. A few more minutes of this along with losing herself to the fantasy and she'd be shuddering against him, moaning and grunting her way through one hell of a climax.

Chakotay pulled one of her hands to his mouth and licked a finger. Again, with the hard tone… "Don't try anything stupid. I'm not about ready to let a whore break my arm." Releasing the hand, he stood back up, pushing his body full against her.

She felt the heat and steel of his erection against her belly before he leaned back and lifted the short skirt, moving his free hand up the inside of her thigh until he gently cupped her mons.

He moved his arm rhythmically, but his hand stayed nearly still, hidden under the hem of her dress. "You're hot for this, aren't you? All wet and ready for me…Let's just see how wet you really are."

Kathryn felt her face burn, knowing that he could actually feel her wet panties.

And then he moved his arm quickly again, mimicking the motion of lining his fingers up to thrust into her, but his hand remained politely cupping her thin underwear. When he reared back and shoved his arm against her, she yelped out loud, caught up in the play-acting, but also thickly aroused. His hand slid back softly between her legs, fingers still, moving as little as possible over her tingling skin while giving the impression that he thrust inside of her viciously.

"Like that, don't you?"

Kathryn nearly nodded before she remembered her role and pushed at him softly, wriggling her body against his hand, bearing down onto him in spite of herself.

Moaning in response to his mock thrusts, she wanted to close her eyes to block the soft apology veiled by the lust in his, but couldn't bring herself to do it. She knew her own eyes must be on fire with the passion she hadn't managed to keep in check and that Chakotay would know exactly what she wanted.

"You want it…say it…tell me you want me to fuck you…"

Oh the affirmation that he must be reading in her face! Damnit, Kathryn! You don't have to think like a whore just because you're forced to act like one! At once, angry with herself for her body's quick and thorough betrayal, she gave one good heave at him and had his arm twisted by the thumb before she realized what she was doing.

She felt her eyes go wide at the sight of Chakotay wincing in pain and realized almost too late that she shouldn't do anything that might bring Hav'kah out of his hole.

Chakotay recovered quickly and swung her around, hard, slamming her into the bed a few feet away. His eyes twinkled as he pushed her to the mattress straddling her hips with his own. "Ah! So the little woman does have some spunk!"

She tried to move her thighs under his ass, but could do little with the full weight of him bearing down on her. She didn't want to admit that the submissive position was only adding fuel to the fire of her desire.

Her anger left her breathless and Chakotay's equally aggressive actions did nothing to quell her lust. If anything, their tangle had helped to fan the flame of desire deep inside of her. And from the looks of the man towering over her, pinning her completely to the bed, and the obscenely tented slacks, it hadn't doused his fire, either. They were both enjoying this quite a bit more than necessary.

When Kathryn allowed her eyes to once again find his, she saw his entire face shine, briefly with a soft smile, and the faintest hint of a wink. And then, in complete contrast to this tender expression, he grabbed her upper arms roughly and pushed them over her head, leaning down to cover her body with his.

Grinding his hips into her, he growled, "You're looking forward to that inside you?"

"Fuck you!"

"Have some patience my dear…We're getting to that part…" Smug laughter followed as he joined her hands together over her head, holding them both with one of his large ones. Pulling away from her slightly, he reached under the hem of her dress and skated his fingers over her hips searching for the strings that held the tiny scrap of silk between her legs. Hooking his thumb through the loop, he inched them down over her thighs, little by little, until he could no longer hold her hands firm and reach any lower. Rolling back atop her, he kicked the panties off of her with a booted foot.

Kathryn continued her mock struggle with his hand, wriggling her lower body against his stiff cock not entirely by accident.

Chakotay shifted his knees, prying hers apart, opening her sex to him. Fully clothed, he had her nearly naked under him, panting and sweating. His black eyes searched her face for something… It couldn't be desire, since smell, heat and wetness shouted her lust. But still he hunted for some sort of admission.

Rotating his hips over her, he circled her sex with his, inciting, inviting, exciting… And by the time he actually thrust against her, Kathryn knew she'd scream if he didn't give her something…anything…to quell the burn of want.

He settled for teasing her with gentle thrusts, hitting her apex of sensation with frightening precision.

Kathryn felt the sweat beading on her brow and running down her temples in response to his dead-on aim. She could have shifted to direct the thrusts less squarely against her clitoris, but if felt so good that she didn't want to.

Feeling his hand reaching between them, she heard the distinct sound of his zipper being lowered. Never had there been such an erotic sound! The auditory vibrations hummed inside of her as she realized with an odd mixture of horror and ecstasy that he intended to go through with it. He would take her like this, held beneath him like a whore, open to his touch. She shivered. Involuntarily, she spread her legs wider around him as he smiled down at her. His face revealed nothing of his own impatience while he loosened his slacks, doing little more than freeing himself from the material. She wanted desperately to see all of him, but his position over her made that impossible. Settling lightly against her, she could feel the heat and size of him, but not the slippery sensation of skin that she expected.

"You want it?" Chakotay growled into her face.

She couldn't help herself. "Yes!" And she did want it, unbelievably so. Right here, right now, damned the whole situation…she wanted him inside of her, jabbing away at her with his flesh, riding out the passion while they lay here in this musty little room catching the moment before it disappeared forever under the bright lights and rigid rules and uniforms of Starfleet.

His hips jolted her entire body, shoving up against her painfully while they panted in each other's faces. But she didn't feel the satisfying fill of him. Her body ached with a promise that hadn't been kept.

He hadn't peeled back his underwear from his erection! Without the thick material of his slacks between them, she could feel every line and ridge of him as it ground against her starving sex, but it wasn't what she'd wanted and expected.

Before she could check herself, she knew that Chakotay must have read the profound disappointment on her face and she flushed scarlet as he continued to hammer away at her.

That he wouldn't take advantage of the situation left her both angry and touched. Angry at herself for her eagerness to throw decency out the window and touched at his strength and concern for her in not allowing himself to get completely lost in the moment.

So this was only part of the game…A way to stay close to her while B'Elanna worked her magic with the transporter. Hav'kah would be satisfied that the client got what he paid for and for the little show she was certain he enjoyed. And Chakotay would be able to maintain this bump and grind until they beamed safely out of this hell-hole. The disappointment that had washed over her face spread down through her body. It was nothing more than the act.

Although she'd long since lost track of time, Kathryn knew that the triangulation must be near complete. She could stay here, under Chakotay while they humped, covered under his long coat. All she had to do was keep the game up a bit longer.

Her skirt rode up around her waist, leaving her spread legs completely uncovered, if you didn't count the large man thrusting over her. Chakotay still wore the long jacket, covering nearly all of her from the camera's eye, but she could feel the delicate tissues between her legs being rubbed raw by the fabric over his hard-on.

Mortified at her own loss of control and willingness to go through with the act, she took some comfort in the fact that sweat dripped down his face, testament to his own level of passion. He may have had the control to keep this thing from getting out of hand, but he was certainly enjoying it.

Kathryn couldn't help but wriggle her hips under him, unconsciously lining up her clitoris more directly under his thrusting. The rubbing felt wonderful and she sighed, drifting into the sensations.

Chakotay clutched at her shoulders, his control slipping considerably. No longer did she see the tender look in his eyes, the silent apology. What she saw now made her breath hitch. The raw lust and passion in his dark eyes gave her back a measure of control that had flown away when he'd failed to enter her. The air between them filled with the sweet taste of his breath as his lust mounted.

The material of his underwear grew saturated with her secretions the longer he rubbed against her. And the wet fabric grated her tender nub. Once again, Kathryn felt herself spiraling out of control, careening towards a climax…

She closed her eyes, hoping that blocking the passion in Chakotay's face would at least delay her body's response, but that proved futile. Without the distraction of sight, her concentration focused only on the delicious sensation. And she could hear the rhythmic grunts from them both, matching the tempo of the thrusts.

Wriggling her pelvis, she tried to escape the inevitable, aiming to angle him away from the swollen set of nerves, but that, too, was a lost cause. Each different position gave her sex something new to experience, and the rotation of her hips escalated his pounding.

My God! I'm going to come! Finally, accepting the fact, she gave way entirely to her body and opened her eyes to the wide, dark glass of Chakotay's, arching her back. Her teeth grit together, but failed to stop the high-pitched moan that signaled her complete surrender.

He stilled, pressing into her firmly, breathing out hard into her face as she came, convulsively against him, her vagina clutching at the emptiness, squeezing and milking the nothingness.

And it seemed to go on and on. Time slowed down and she knew Chakotay couldn't mistake this for any sort of act. His eyes softened with the knowledge and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, pleased with her loss of control and obvious pleasure.

He moved a hand from where it pinned her forearm to the mattress, caressing the perspiration on her forehead, tracing a line with his thumb down to her mouth. She snatched it with her lips and sucked it into the slippery wetness, tasting the salt on his skin.

"You're beautiful…I wish…"

Both of their eyes went wide with the realization that this didn't fit the scenario at all. Quickly, Chakotay resumed a slow and steady rhythm against her, the knowledge of what they'd shared hazy and thick between them.

She knew he hadn't come…Still stiff, and if anything, larger, his passion had ebbed, replaced by a sort of quiet longing. Although she wouldn't have held it against him if he had spurted into his shorts--God knows she hadn't been able to stop herself--something about the change in his emotions felt more intimate than the swapping of bodily fluids.

As he quietly moved against her, she sensed the tingling of the transporter as their molecules shimmered and dissolved, leaving the unpleasant planet behind them.

~ ^ ~

Chakotay watched Kathryn blink in the bright light of the transporter room. The thick makeup on her face looked garish without the soft lighting they'd just left.

He heard B'Elanna bark, "We've got 'em, Tuvok!" And then felt the warp engines vibrate through his knees, at warp eight, if he guessed correctly.

Slumping against her, he shielded her from Torres and whoever else happened to be in there with them. Briefly touching his forehead to hers, rubbing their sweaty brows together, he smiled with relief. She was safe, now. And the knowledge of what they'd just shared glowed in him. He'd never forget the image of her face, lost in passion, writhing under him, as she came.

Leaning back, Chakotay allowed her to lower her legs before he pulled her skirt tenderly over her exposed sex. Finally, he straightened up on his knees and forced his rigid cock, boxers and all, back into his slacks, wincing at the cramped flesh. Kathryn watched him zip his fly and slide the jacket from his shoulders, covering her with it before he stood, with difficulty. He helped her to her feet and slipped the jacket over her bare shoulders before he ever acknowledged anyone else in the room.

Tucking his shirt in, he tried to arrange himself within the snug slacks. Finally, he spoke over his shoulder to B'Elanna. "Is anyone following us?"

She checked the scans on the console. "Nope. Looks like we're clear…Welcome back, captain."

Chakotay, still turned slightly away from the others to hide his fading erection, watched as Harry cleared his throat.

"You had us worried, you know." The young man's face was crimson, Chakotay assumed, from the position in which they'd appeared.

Kathryn smiled. "I'm sorry about that. I'm afraid I was a little worried myself there, for a while." She clutched the coat around herself, covering the brief dress.

Finally turning toward the others, Chakotay stepped off the platform with Kathryn.

Harry walked toward his Captain. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. I'd say I was very lucky, considering…" The words hung in the air. They all knew what she had faced and were pleased to hear her sounding herself.

She blushed. "I'm sorry for that display." Waving her hand back to the platform, she explained. "Commander Chakotay and I had to…pretend…so that Voyager could get a lock on us. There wasn't any other way."

Harry reddened. "We figured he might have to do that."

Kathryn wrapped the coat around herself a bit tighter. "I'm going to be in my quarters. I can't wait to scrub the filth of that place off of me."

Chakotay touched her sleeve. "But first a trip to sickbay."

"I said, I'm fine, Commander."

He pointed to her bruised cheek. "Let's just get the doctor to run the dermal over that, shall we? It's bound to hurt."

Kathryn absently touched her face. "I'd forgotten about that…"

"B'E? Can you transport us directly to sickbay?"

"Sorry. We must have blown a relay with that one. I'll get right on it." She ducked behind the console and started pulling off panels as Harry joined her.

Chakotay offered Kathryn the crook of his arm. "Can I accompany you?"

She draped a hand over his arm. "Thank you. I'd like that."

~ ^ ~

In spite of the fact that Kathryn Janeway wore the clothes and make-up of a prostitute, she retained the aristocratic air for which she was famous. The doctor healed her bruise and checked her over briefly with the tricorder for any other injuries while Chakotay watched in silent support.

Apparently satisfied that she didn't suffer from any other damage, the EMH sent her to her quarters with instructions to take a day off to rest, in light of the trauma of her unsavory away mission.

When the 'lift doors closed, Kathryn leaned against the wall and sighed. "What are your plans, Chakotay?"

He wondered how they would be together, alone, considering the nature of their exchange on Effernine. Fortunately, she didn't seem uncomfortable with him in the solitude of the ride back to their quarters.

"You know…the usual. Shower, some food…" jack-off…

"Hmmm… I guess I'll be doing the same."

"How are you, Kathryn?"

She looked up at him, confused. "I'm fine."

"Really?"

She shook her head slightly, then looked down at her feet, suddenly quiet.

"Kathryn?"

She seemed to crumple, slightly. And then she reached up to her face, covering her eyes with her hand. "It's just…" And she was crying. His strong, brave woman warrior's mouth screwed up as she lifted the other hand, covering her face.

"Here…Come here…" He stepped toward her in a single stride and pulled her into his arms where she wept against his shirt. "Computer, halt turbolift."

Kathryn hiccuped, trying to explain her emotions. "It's just that…I was so certain that I'd have to…those women…they just accept it…"

"I know, sweetheart. But you're safe now. We found you in time and you were very brave." He cuddled her and soothed her as if she weren't the indomitable woman he knew. Smoothing her hair, he allowed her to weep on him, snuffling against his shoulder.

He'd been in hell wondering what was happening to her there. He gave silent thanks to the spirits for bringing her safely back to him.

"But you don't know…I mean, no one even wanted me…"

"What?" Was she serious? It must only be her emotions floating too close to the surface.

"There I was, old and skinny and all of the other women…" She wept in earnest now. "I mean, the only man they set me up with…the one whose arm I broke? Hav'kah had to give him a…discount…just to get him to give me a try!"

"And then you broke his arm," Chakotay reminded her.

"Well…yes…It's not like I wanted to, you know, do it…but to not even be chosen!"

He pulled her back from his shoulder and looked into her face. "You mean you're upset because you weren't a successful prostitute?"

She looked up at him through the melting eye make-up. "No! I mean, I didn't want to…but…to not have anyone even inquire about me…" She dug her face back into his shirt, reddening at her admission.

Chakotay chuckled softly. "Leave it to Kathryn Janeway to see this as a failure. You really are the most competitive woman I've ever known." He held her tightly as he continued to gently laugh at her disclosure. "Besides, you're forgetting…I wanted you."

She snorted softly through the tears. "That doesn't count. You love me…"

They both froze at the acknowledgment. And then he resumed soothing her hair. "Yes. I do love you. And I wanted you very much."

Stroking her head, he allowed his hand to continue down her back, pulling her closer to him, more intimately. The tender hug slowly and certainly transformed into a lover's embrace.

Kathryn kept her face buried in his shoulder and he could barely make out her next words. "But you didn't…take me."

One arm held her around her waist as the other pushed at her shoulder, moving her so that he could look into her eyes. "Don't you know that I wanted you? Good Lord, woman! I wanted to be inside you so bad my whole body ached! But I didn't want you like that. I wanted it to be for us alone. I didn't want to have that slime watching me make love to you! And I didn't want to have us beamed back on Voyager while in the middle of it.

"Besides, there was no way you could have said no. When, and if you want me, I want there to be no reason that you feel you have to. I want you to be with me because you want me."

The melting make-up formed black rings around her ridiculously blue eyes. "But I did want you." She swiped at her tears, further smearing the mascara. "I still do…"

Chakotay couldn't believe what he heard. Kathryn was admitting her desire for him, freely and without coercion. That it took such an absurd situation for her to see it left him confounded. He knew his mouth must be hanging open, but he couldn't quite clear the fog long enough to shut it.

Still looking at him, she sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand in a very undignified way. "Did you hear me? I said I do want you."

"Are you sure?" That didn't come out the right way at all. Here she's finally opening herself to you, and you're acting like she's nuts!

"Do you need a diagram?" She rested her hand on her hip, opening the jacket with the movement and revealing the slutty dress underneath. "You don't mean to tell me that whole thing down there in the back room at the bar was just playacting, because if I have to do all of this just to let you know I'm interested, then I'm not so sure-"

He cut her tirade off with a searing kiss, backing her into the wall and rubbing his hands under the coat. Peeling the back hem of her skirt up her thighs, he pulled at her bare ass, rubbing her against his suddenly thick cock, showing her just how little encouragement or directions he needed.

Chakotay dropped to his knees, unable to take another breath without tasting her. He knew her juices must be smeared on her thighs, waiting to be licked off… after all, he'd watched her shudder and come under his thrusting no more than a half hour ago.

His hands drifted around to the front of her skirt, lifting the material enough to bury his face in her curls, licking up the thick jelly matted there.

Kathryn's gasp turned to a moan and then to a shriek as he nibbled her labia, sucking her clean even as his actions produced more moisture. Turning them both, he sat on the floor with his back supported by the wall, and tugged at her waist until she hovered right above him, his tongue and lips working her over.

Shrugging her shoulders, Kathryn dropped the jacket to the floor behind her. Left only in the dress, she pressed her hands into the wall of the 'lift and ground herself into Chakotay's face, moaning through the onslaught of sensation as he pulled and teased her flesh.

She tasted sweet and salty, ready and willing. God, she was so incredibly wet! He wanted to be inside all of that slippery heat and tension.

When he couldn't take it a moment longer, Chakotay unfastened his pants, raising his hips to pull his slacks down far enough to release his swollen sex.

Tugging sharply at her hips, he pulled her off of his face, forcing her to squat over him, her knees digging into the carpet.

Kathryn looked down at him as she hovered over his rigid cock. With her hand, she lined him up at her sticky entrance and nestled him against her.

Chakotay peered into the reddened eyes, still streaked with the dark makeup, and slammed her hips down and onto him with a growl.

She gasped with the sensation of it and rolled her head back in a long and deep shudder.

Chakotay wasn't sure whether the sharp intake of breath signaled the pleasure of his filling her so tightly, or the pain from it, but he found it difficult to care as he lifted her and pulled her down again, more snugly against him.

Her shallow breathing left him more certain of her pain. "Am I hurting you?"

She nodded and then shook her head. "It's all right…Just…let me…give me a second…"

As they stilled, he took the opportunity to fondle her breasts through the whisper of fabric, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, his touch meant to soothe as well as arouse.

Kathryn tugged at the hem of her dress. "Take this damn thing off of me!"

He grinned at her forcefulness. No one but Kathryn could be offended at not having him take her, forcefully, yet still bark orders throughout the entire act. "Yes ma'am." And he whisked it off of her body, leaving her completely nude but for the ridiculously high heels still clutching her feet.

"What are you grinning at?" Straddling his lap, thoroughly impaled on his impossibly hard cock, her eyes flashed with challenge.

"You. I've never had so much trouble getting a woman to this point in my life." The realization that Kathryn had nothing on, yet he remained all but fully clothed, caused him to harden fully within her.

She rocked against him, pulling her knees up under his arms pits, wincing at how deeply that settled him inside of her. "But I'm worth it…"

"You'll have to prove that to me…" She liked a challenge…but they both knew that she was right; he would have waited for her and he would have chased her until he was too old to stand.

Eyebrows jutted into her forehead. "I don't think either of us is going to be disappointed."

Somehow, "Chakotay agreed, I don't doubt that." Simultaneously, they thrust against each other, pelvises rocking. Kathryn moaned again and kicked her shoes off, stabilizing her feet against the floor.

Chakotay pulled his knees up, allowing her to lean against the sloped plane of his thighs.

She threw her head back, arching her neck and jutting her breasts as she pushed against the floor with small movements, providing only a fraction of the friction he needed.

He grasped at her quivering breasts as her hands found the floor on either side him, allowing her to pick up the pace and strength of the thrusts.

Sitting in the saddle of his lap, Kathryn rode him with abandon. Panting and groaning, her head tilted to the ceiling, she gave him what they both needed.

As her inhibitions dissolved further, Chakotay delighted in the pleasure that she took from his body. Her feet moved from the floor to the wall under his arms, giving her complete control over the pace and strength of their fucking. Chakotay took satisfaction from her lust as his own continued to wind up tighter and tighter.

One hand still hovering over a jiggling breast, the other moved to the base of his cock and dug a knuckle into her hard, tight clit.

Kathryn clenched her knees as closely together as she could, squeezing him to the point of pain, and came in a shout of sound and movement. With her eyes tightly shut and face toward the ceiling, her cheeks reddened and sweat beaded across her neck and chest. Her ride became jerky and disjointed as she let out a low grunt throughout the powerful climax.

As incredible as it was to see her lose control, he'd been aroused for so long that it would take more than this for him to come. He waited for her to still and open her eyes. She blinked at him and lowered her feet to the floor.

When her muscles slowed in their rhythmic clench and unclenching Kathryn fought to catch her breath. "Oh…my."

"My turn." Chakotay slapped at her thigh. "Kneel and face the wall, sweetheart."

"What?"

"You heard me. Put your palms on the wall and your ass toward me."

"That's not very romantic."

"We're in a turbolift, Kathryn. You just 'rocked the horse.' The bed sprinkled with rose petals will have to come later, but right now, I want you against the wall." He leaned forward and kissed her on the nose. "Now."

"Yes, sir." She untangled from him and gracelessly heaved herself to her knees and out of the saddle.

Chakotay spooned behind her, caressing her breasts and belly, stroking her ass and thighs. "You don't like it this way?" He nuzzled her neck as he teased her opening.

"It's never been one of my favorites…no."

"That sounds like another challenge… Maybe you've just never had anyone take the time to do it right." He didn't allow his hands to stop roaming over her soft body. She felt hot all over and the sweat drying on her body gave her an earthy smell.

He pulled at her hips, angling her body back, tilting her ass to just the right position and slowly entered her. "Yesss…."

"Oh…"

"You like?" He didn't let his hands stop their constant caressing.

Bending over her body, he fit perfectly against her. Kathryn arched into his chest and jutted her hips back, meeting him. "It's nice…"

He nipped at her ear and licked over the back of her neck as her hair swung forward revealing the white skin. "Feels…primal, doesn't it?"

She answered with a thrust back into him. "I think you've made a convert."

Chakotay straightened up and jabbed into her deeply, grasping at her waist and pulling her onto him over and over again losing himself in the sweetness of her skin.

He felt himself losing control of the situation when Kathryn touched between her legs, feeling him sliding in and out of her. She pinched the base of his cock with her fingers and he was coming, shooting deep inside of her, riding out the sensation as it overtook him.

Finally, spent, he plopped down next to her and pulled her into his lap, heaving.

"I just canceled that date with my fist…" Chakotay panted.

Kathryn giggled. "I am, however, still looking forward to a shower."

"Can I join you?"

"Let me think about that one, will you?"

He wondered if it had all been too good to be true…

~ ^ ~

On the way back to their quarters they were mostly silent. Kathryn looked over at Chakotay, sweaty with mysterious splotches down the front of his pants. It wouldn't take a Vulcan to tell what they'd been doing. "I'd kill for a cup of coffee. They didn't have anything of the sort down there. Can you believe?"

"That must have been a hardship. I guess we're going to have to keep you out of these situations…"

Somehow, she'd failed to keep herself from being abducted. Not only had it made her feel foolish, but it had damn near gotten her killed. "I've learned to keep my phaser on me. If I'd been armed, I doubt they'd have been able to get me loaded onto that freighter…"

Chakotay added, "I've learned that I never intend to let you out of my sight."

She turned to him after she keyed in her door code, hand on her hip-full Janeway mode. "And what makes you think I'm willing to give up that much freedom?"

Chakotay tugged at his ear in thought. "I guess I'll have to sign over my replicator rations directly to you each month."

She continued to regard him. "I already get a captain's share of my own, if you recall."

"Yes, but think of all the extra coffee that would get you…" He leaned seductively against the door frame. "And the angry warrior that comes along at no extra charge." He grinned to match the alluring stance.

Kathryn allowed her eyes to wander up and down his form for a moment, then grabbed his wrist and jerked him through her open door. "Sold!"

End.

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