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Immortal Beloved(weird Star Trek fantasy), Part On
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
IMMORAL BELOVED (A Love Showdown starring Neelix, Kes, and the Doctor)
Part 1 - She Comes
It was silent in the darkened chamber.
Sitting in a chair at her work desk, Kathryn Janeway ignored the
rumbling vibrations of the Voyager in flight. She did not care to gaze
upon the tasteful decor of her private quarters. The scent of lilacs she
had programmed the ship's computer to release into the vent systems of the
captain's suite barely registered on her flaring nostrils.
Her eyes were closed.
Her mouth parted in a smile born of dreams.
Kathryn Janeway was asleep.
And at it again.
Bounding down the corridor, a spring in his step, Lt. Tom Paris
made his way toward the captain's residence aboard the starlost starship.
He ran a hand through his fair hair as licked his teeth clean. One thought
echoed inside his skull.
The captain's gonna be sooooo pleased to see me!
Kathryn's tongue licked at her dry but full lips. She shifted in
her seat, and let the dream take control.
"You bitch!"
"You slut!"
Kathryn Janeway shook her head in disapproval as she watched this
exchange go on. Sigh. It was just too much.
Harry Kim and Tom Pairs were at it again!
They were pushing and pulling each other, sometimes by the hair,
on the floor of the white washed bridge of the Voyager. "Boys, please!
Stop this cat fighting immeadiately! And put your clothes on for god's
sakes!"
Harry and Tom struggled to their feet, eyeing one another with
cooled expressions. But Tom still had the temerity to still speak. "But he
stole my purse, Kathy! And everybody knows it's the only thing on the ship
that goes with his green dress!"
Harry put his hands on his hips and thrust out his well oiled
genitals. "You're just jealous 'cause I'm better hung than you, you cheap
tart!"
"Why you...!"
"ENOUGH!" Kathryn thundered like Zeus. Or more aptly Hera. "Get
your uniforms back on and report to the doctor for an anal probe. That
should make you both happy!"
Kim and Paris turned to each other. Then started jumping up and
down with glee like two Catholic school girls.
"Whee! An anal probe!" Harry harped.
"Up the ass as smooth as glass!" Tom tittered. The two joined
hands and skipped for the turbolift, not a care in the world.
Kathryn studied the smooth and bubbly backsides of the boys as
they departed.
In the real world, Kathryn murmured.
Also in the real world, Paris came closer.
"Use this oil!" Kes glistened as she offered Janeway a large glass
pot filled with a honey-like substance. "Many men died... and, um, went
insane with uncontrolled pleasure stealing it from the Lust Temple of the
Virgin Whores of Phallix 6."
Kathryn gingerly and willingly accepted the gift from the
Voyager's resident fairy nymph. "Thank you! It seems you and Mr. Neelix
have had splash of this stuff as well, eh?"
The captain of course referred to the shimmering sheath of amber
goo dripping and clinging to Kes's nubile and naked frame. The orgasmic
Ocampa put a hand to her mouth to giggle.
"Giggle! What a sticky situation!"
Kathryn laughed with her and reached out to scoop up a taste of
the love potion from Kes' pert left breast. The grateful captain swallowed
her index finger with a long luscious suck.
In the real world, Kathryn went, "Mmmmm,"
Also, Paris drew closer.
"Would you prefer domination, humiliation, sadism, masochism,
bondage, bestiality, public, private, movie theater, back of shuttle,
Jeffries tube, free floating nebula, sex club on Earth, sex club on
Vulcan, sex club on Quo'noS, sex club on Tholia, medieval dungeon, 20th
century dungeon, New York City disco scene circa 1979, college, Starfleet
Academy, Vulcan Science Academy, Light Church of Centarus, transporter
pad, padded cell, rubber, latex, diapers, baby doll, daddy, mommy,
teacher, preacher, gym instructor, or sexy captain setting?"
Kathryn pursed her lips in response to Sexual Security Chief
Tuvok's request for a holodeck program parameter. "Hmmm. I think I'll
take sexy captain, Tuvok, for 1000 credits."
Tuvok nodded in approval as he jerked his seven inch Vulcan totem
in logical satisfaction. "A most wise and reasonable choice, captain,
since you are the sexiest woman I have ever had the agonizing pleasure to
dream over but never serve under in the sexual sense."
Kathryn blushed. "Oh, Tuvy!"
The doors to the torrid holodeck parted and beckoned the
captivating captain to enter.
In reality, Janeway let escape a tortured sigh.
And Paris still got closer.
She paced the floor.
Where was he?
She bit her nails.
What could he be doing?
She adjusted her tight and confining uniform.
When will he come and rip it off?!
She could stand it no more!
"Computer!" cried Kathryn. "Transport Chakotay out of his clothes
and to me at ONCE!"
"Confirmed," the gentle voiced computer responded. "You naughty
girl!" it added on.
With a whistling moan and shafting of light, the rocky and rugged
features of her first officer, the challenging Chakotay, hardened into
reality next to her on the holodeck. (Which by the way resembled the
Voyager's actual bridge, save for a king sized bed in place of the conn
station.)
Chakotay looked around in surprise and shock. It took him a second
to realize he was also naked. "Ahhh!" he yelped, vainly trying to shield
his large manhood from Janeway's hungering stare. "Captain! Kathryn! I'm
not ready! You're still too powerful for me!"
Kathryn shook her head. "It's time you learned that on this ship
it's either Janeway or no way!"
She grabbed his golden bare shoulders.
"Now rip my clothes off and do me!" she ordered.
"Do me!" she eeked in reality.
Paris blah blah.
She turned her head to the side and smiled in ecstasy. Kathryn had
never expected the sound of shredding fabric to sound so pleasureable. But
Chakotay's rough mitts tore her Starfleet uniform into bits and frayed
pieces. What the hey! Fleet Command was exactly gonna be upset about this
protocol violation, especially since Fleet Command was on the other side
of the known galaxy.
"I-is this g-good enough, ma'am?" Chakotay asked with a
stuttering voice. While his actions were directed and true, his true
spirit was still troubled and fearful.
Kathryn nodded. She wanted him to have a good time as well, but
for once Kathryn Janeway wanted to be a little selfish. Her pleasure must
be... paramount! "Why don't you kiss my body, commander? Kiss it and make
it better!"
Chakotay gulped as he stared down on the waiting to ravished
woman. "But what if the crew finds out? What if Neelix finds out? And
B'Elanna? B'Elanna will want..."
"Silence!" Kathryn hissed, taking the fearful man's hands and
thrusting them onto her rising bosom. "Talk no more of the bitch B'Elanna
or anyone else! Think and speak only of you and me! Now get that hot cock
of yours in gear or in my rear! Fuck factor 9!! Engage me!!!"
In reality, Kathryn's slumbering body began to feel the delicious
rumblings of pleasure.
Paris came up to the captain's cabin. The door of course was
locked. He reached for the chime.
"Narf!" muttered Chakotay as he buried his face into the waiting
mounds of Kathryn. He grabbed at her hips as she thrust them up to meet
his mouth's oral survey of her M class moons.
"Do it! Do me!" She cried, running her ten fingers through his
close cropped hair, enjoying the manly musk he gave off, the stars
that exploded on the inside of her closed eyelids, and the little
tweeting bird that sounded like a door chime.
Wait a minute.
A tweeting bird?
Door chime?
Uh-oh!
Paris frowned at the still closed door. The captain must have
heard him ring the chime. And at the current hour of the day, it was
unlikely that she was snoozing.
He pressed the pad again.
The bird squawked again, annoying and distracting.
No! Kathryn ordered herself. Don't listen to it!
She flung her head to the right, instantly undoing her pristine
hair bun, letting auburn locks spill out onto the shimmering satin
sheets of the bridge bed.
Chakotay meanwhile had taken to straddling her at midsection,
massaging her aroused chest with his hands while rubbing his roused
manhood over her neatly trimmed feminine garden. "Oh... Kathryn! Oh...
captain! Oh... Nellie!"
Kathryn fought for the dream.
Tweet tweet!
No! The bird call again!
"Chakotay!" she moaned
He released her and pulled away slightly, still hovering. He
stared down with flashing eyes, pausing breathless before he spoke.
His lips parted.
What would he say?! Kathryn wondered.
He spoke.
"Pairs to Janeway. Can I come in, captain?"
Kathryn's eyes widen in terror.
But already the edges of her dream were swirling out, fading into
darkness. "No! Not yet! I haven't gotten laid yet!"
She grabbed and lunged for Chakotay, for the bed, anything in the
dream. But it all slipped between her construct fingers, melting back to
whatever void that dreams came from.
"No! No!! Noooooooo-"
-ooooooo!" Kathryn cried into reality, sitting bolt up right in her
chair, foggy eyes opening to the Voyager around her. She panted in terror
and denied pleasure.
She had lost track of how many times this sort of thing had
happened to her.
"Paris to Janeway!" the pompous prick Paris bellowed over a comm line
again. "Captain, are you all right in there?"
Was she all right?
"Damn damn damn!" the woman cursed under her breath, banging her
fist onto the arm of her chair. She shook her head free from the dream,
even though the image of Chakotay, naked and hovering, would not soon
leave her brain's center of pleasure. She swallowed air and hopefully
composure. She ajusted her somewhat moist uniform and stood up.
Just remember that you LIKE Tom Paris. You don't want to kill him.
You LIKE him.
Damn him!
"Come!" she at last screeched, vocally unlocking her cabin door and
allowing the pesky Paris his desired entrance.
The young man stepped into the darkened room with a beaming
smile, totally ignorant of the fantasy he had just crushed. "Sorry to
disturb you, captain. Were you taking a nap or something?" He knew how
more easily tired older people like Janeway got.
Kathryn chewed her tongue and wished her evil thoughts on the
lieutenant could somehow affect his reality. "Yes. You could say that.
What can I do for you, mister?"
This had better be good!
Tom cleared his throat and drew himself up.
"Well, captain, I..."
An impact tremor sent both man and woman reeling.
Well, this is news, Kathryn thought ironically.
"WARNING!" the ship's computer chittered. "Alien space craft
attacking off starboard bow. Shields holding at 90%."
Kathryn picked herself off of the floor. She pushed Paris and
dream aside for now. This was a time for action. "All hands, red alert!
Battle stations!"
She almost jumped the guard rail that shielded the command pit of
the Voyager bridge. "Report!" she barked in general page.
First Officer Chakotay, grim and fully clothed, stood in the
center of the bridge, eyeing the star field displayed by the main viewer
even as Tom Paris relieved the ensign controlling the conn board. "We have
a single bogie out there. Not Kazon or Videan. I've sent for Neelix and
Kes. Maybe they have a clue as to who..."
Another shot impacted on the shields.
"Holding at 85%," chimed Operations manager Harry Kim from his
aft position. "The weapon being used is a type of phaser, but it doesn't
match with any known phaser frequency."
Good enough for now, Kathryn noted. "Damage report," she shot
over her shoulder, to another aft station.
"Minor structural stress on starboard hull, deck 9," relayed the
cool Security Chief called Tuvok. "The attacker has executed a pull off,
but I estimate it will be looping back for another strayfing run in
thirty seconds."
"Not exactly too blood thirsty," Chakotay muttered to the
captain. "I suppose it makes a change."
"Should I put some distance between us, captain?" Paris asked,
already computing an escape course.
For a flashing second, Kathryn thought he meant putting distance
between himself and HER. She was still very angry with Tom Boy. "Not yet,
mister. Whoever this is, I want an explanation." She turned back to Tuvok.
"Set phasers to stand by." And then to Kim. "And open a channel."
"Hailing," the ensign spoke as he executed.
Putting hands on hips, Janeway set herself into a imposing stance
and an imperious expression. "Attention, alien vessel. I am Captain
Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager. If you do not explain
your actions and break off attack, we will be forced to open fire upon
you."
They waited for a reply.
None.
"The alien's shield array will not stand up to a full phaser
barrage," Tuvok studied his scan readouts with an arched brow. "I am also
detecting severe power drainage aboard the craft. The crew is obviously
tasking out of the vessel's safety parameters."
"A show of force is sometimes hollow, but not without a reason,"
Chakotay thoughtfully spoke. "They may realize that they're no match
for us head on, but the still want some fearful respect on our parts."
Kathryn looked at the main viewer. To a casual observer, only
stars were seen. But one little orange star was moving in a parabolic
curve, heading back this way. "I am in no mood to play 'fearful
respect.' Target their shield array and fire if they take another shot
at us."
"Aye," Tuvok assented.
Five decks below, Neelix and Kes jogged towards a waiting
turbolift car, while other Voyager crew men and women dashed down the
halls and into compartments.
"Who do you suppose the captain has angered this time?" Neelix
shook his head at the escorted Kes. "I swear, these Federations do not
have the talent for making friends and influencing people!"
"Let's not cast rocks just yet, Neelix," the Ocampa cautioned. "I
don't think that Captain Janeway is the type of person who goes around
picking fights."
Neelix considered with a huff as the entered the turbolift.
"Alien vessel still closing," Paris warned. "She'll be in
weapons range in ten seconds."
"Is the enemy preparing to fire on us?" Kathryn inquired.
"Negative," was the surprised reply from Tuvok. "However, sensors
show that the alien's speed and engine output have increased by a
factor of three. It is gaining speed as it approaches."
"You have got to be joking," breathed Kathryn. "They're going to
try and ram us?"
Chakotay shrugged, just as perplexed. "Not the smartest manouver
ever invented. I only wish I knew what merited it."
"Still no response to hail," Kim coughed, feeling a little fearful
after overhearing the commander and captain's conversation. "Should I
ready a tractor beam, captain?"
"I would think so," Janeway almost laughed. "Keep phasers trained
in case the tractor beam doesn't hold. Tuvok, can you lock onto any life
forms aboard the ship?" If the shields of the attacker were so weak, a
transporter beam might be able to break through the energy barrier.
The Vulcan adjusted scanners and tallied the data received. "I can
indeed, captain. We are dealing with a single humanoid entity. In fact,
the readings indicate a Talaxian physiology."
Just then, Kes and Neelix arrived on the bridge.
"We're here! Have no fear!" Neelix promised the obviously paniced
and fearful Federations. "Kes and I will endeavour to aid you in..."
"We're being blasted by a Talaxian," Kathryn cut him off.
Neelix was instantly deflated. "E-excuse me?"
"Vessel still has not slowed down or made ready to course correct,"
Tuvok devulged. "It would seem a tractor beam would be in order."
"As soon as you have the vessel, 'invite' our guest aboard."
Kim nodded and set to completing the captain's order.
Kes looked up at Neelix with a quizzical expression. "Another
Talaxian? Why would another person from your race be attacking us?"
Neelix shook his head vigorously, but with a hint of doubt and
uncertainty. "I haven't the slightest idea. Well, maybe. But no. No. It
couldn't be... her."
Kes' eyes narrowed.
Her?
"Ship is in tractor range. Initiating capture," Kim conveyed as
outside, a shimmering blue beam of focused graviton particles grasped the
attacker in an unflinching grip.
"Transport the pilot. Bring whoever it is to my ready room. Keep
security light unless our 'friend' is frisky."
Tuvok nodded as Janeway already began to retreat into her office,
to prepare to meet the latest stranger the Delta Quadrant had decided to
throw at them. "I will have a team escort our guest to your ready room."
Meanwhile, Neelix was still pondering the possible consequences
of the attacker's nature. "It's impossible. She would have come when we
were at Talax surely. Unless... she was out looking for me already."
Kes was getting more concerned about her companion's rambling.
"NeeNee, who are you talking about? What's really going on here?"
Neelix paused, looking at his ingenue with mixed emotions of fear
and.. protectiveness? "I'm sure it's nothing. Come. Let's leave the
matters to Captain Janeway, eh? Probably nothing to do with us at all."
Kes let Neelix take her from the bridge
Fate has its ways. B'Elanna Torres was living proof of that.
A half Human/Klingon who was a failed Starfleet cadet, turned
somewhat successful rebel Maquis member, currently spatially displaced
along with a hundred and fifty other humanoid beings, and to top it all
off, serving as a Chief Engineer of a Federation starship, the last place
in the universe anyone, especially B'Elanna, would have expected to find
the intriguing woman. (And she was still loathe to mention the time she
had been two people instead of one!)
Fate was about to deliver another blow to B'Elanna Torres. Not an
unkindly one.
Not when compared to the hand now dealt to Neelix.
And an unwitting Kes.
Torres rounded the corridor, pad in hand heading for the starboard
power coupling. While the ship had suffered little from the alien
'onslaught,' the ever present threat of power loss was once more a fore
issue in the crested skull of the beleagured B'Elanna. ODN network was
being compromised. And she wasn't about to go into the problems with the
UPN network! (Kahless!) Already warp drive efficency had fallen below even
Maquis standards of operations. Janeway would be furious when she found
out. The crew would probably hear the captain's outcry of outrage from
stem to stern.
"I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS!" a rather throaty, female voice roared
down the corridor.
B'Elanna's ridged forehead cringed in thought, unable to put the
voice to a face aboard the starship. Almost a Janeway type vox, but joint
resonant enough not to be human. That left one alternative: the Talaxian
attacker.
Down the far end of the hall, a security detail appeared, four
of Tuvok's finest. And in their midst was a short, stocky woman dressed
in... pirate gear?
B'Elanna nervously gave the strange visitor a once over. Black
knee high boots, leather-like fabric and fur trimmings. Patches and tears
here and there. A scarlet scarf tied looesly around a thick neck. The
attire had obviously not seen the inside of a cleansing unit in... well,
in a very long time indeed.
The woman inside the style was typically a Talaxian: deep set
eyes, speckled skin, flattened snout and a shock of hair, colored orange
in this case. She was robust to say the least. Her pudgy face was a mask
of angry emotions and snarling contempt. Hmph! Almost quite Klingon in
bearing!
B'Elanna moved aside to let the detail pass.
But the Talaxian's yellow eyes locked onto her.
The attacker halted dead in mid-pace, forcing he security detail
to do likewise.
"What have we here then? A likely suspect I say!" the adversary
now eyed B'Elanna with intent. "I know the types of woman he flavors, and
by the beard of Gygar you fit the bill!"
B'Elanna was ready for a defense, but had thought the attack to
be a physical one, not this verbal tirade. "Excuse me?"
The Talaxian put her stubby hands on her hips, adopting a stance
that universally meant "girl fight about to commence." She spoke slowly
now, simmering. "Playing coy and cute with Kalaxis be unwise, dearie child.
Now that I've come for my man, Neelix is MINE and no one else's!"
B'Elanna blanched.
"Neelix? You think... I'm with Neelix?"
"Ewwww," one of the men in security detail grimaced, expressing
B'Elanna's own distaste.
"I know he flies aboard this craft," Kalaxis stated with
authority. "I know he has been with the company of a female paramour who
has rightfully taken MY place at that ingrate's side. Tell me you're not
her then."
B'Elanna let a smile, proud and matching Kalaxis' machismo take
hold on her face. "Listen, sister. You don't know me. And I sure as hell
don't know you. So for a start to a hopefully brief relationship, I'm
B'Elanna Torres and I am NOT connected to Neelix in any way, shape, or
form save professionally."
"Thank God!" another person on the security detail muttered.
Kalaxis' stare grew evenly more probing.
B'Elanna kept smiling rather rudely.
"Very well," the challenger backed off, satisfied of Torres'
claim. "But mark my words, dearie. I've come for my man. And lo beware
the woman who stands in my way. Neelix is mine. Now. Forever. And no one
shall separate us. No one!"
Kalaxis started off again.
The security detail was not ready for the break away, so they hopped
after her. "Hey! Excuse me! Wait for us!" one ordered.
B'Elanna stared at the departing party, especially Kalaxis. The
threat was genuine, the admissions real. Kalaxis had come for Neelix and
she wasn't going to take no for an answer.
B'Elanna Torres knew a few things about fate.
Right now, Kes the Ocampa was going to need all the fate she
could get her hands on.
TO BE CONTINUED IN PAR 2 - "Darling Kes"
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