The BLTS Archive - The Other Side
#3: Just Desserts
by mistyfur (misty_fur@yahoo.com)


Chapter One

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External Enslavement:  Re-Educating B'Elanna
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They lay beneath a canopy of ivy and flowering vines, their
bright colors muted in the darkness that surrounded them.
Their only light came from the night sky that was filled
with luminescent stars. They lay cuddled together, content
for the moment to remain still in each other's arms and
dream.

A blanket made of the softest of fur lay over them,
protecting them from the cool breeze that blew over them and
ruffled the leaves above them, shaking the delicate flowers
and pulling them free from the vines. The sweet scent of
lilacs rained down on them, clinging to their naked flesh
and intertwining with their natural perfume.

"Do you miss it, Kathryn?" Chakotay murmured staring at the
horizon as his hands swept up and down the curve of her back,
smiling at the shiver and soft sigh of contentment that she
uttered with each gentle sweep that he made. He pressed his
cheekagainst her auburn hair, breathing deeply.

Kathryn pulled away and propped herself up on his chest. She
looked into his eyes, her heart beat quickening at the love
gleaming unashamedly from him.

'Would we have had this on Voyager?' she wondered, 'No. It
had been different, tainted by my wanting complete power and
control over him. I would have been on constant guard
against him, ruling with an iron fist so that I wouldn't
appear weak. I took my pleasure when I wanted it and if he
happened to be satisfied, it merely meant that I was feeling
generous. On Voyager, all it could ever be was sex. Emotions
were unimportant and unnecessary over my rush towards sexual
gratification, but here I found something more, something
that emerged from having to depend on someone who wanted
nothing more from me than for me to be Kathryn.

'We could build a home here and never have to worry about
dealing with fractious crews and deceptions.'

Kathryn gazed back at their home, built by the strong hands
that were caressing her flesh. He had created a safe haven
for them, made of fallen logs and twigs, the cracks stuffed
with the fragrant leaves to stop the wind from entering
through the holes made by the uneven wood. Their bed was the
soft ground, covered with furs that they had hunted from the
animals that lived in the forest that surrounded them. Her
pillow was his chest and his arms were her blanket, keeping
her warm and safe from the dreams that taunted her at night.

It was a simple life. They hunted, foraged for food and made
love under the rays of the glowing sun. She had settled into
this new life remarkably well, but a part of her hungered for
her return to Voyager.

"Yes," she whispered. "I miss being her, Chakotay. Not that
I don't enjoy having you as sex slave everyday, but I miss
the power and control that I had over them all, especially
over Paris."

He was silent for a few minutes. "If we could go back, where
would that leave us, Kat?" Chakotay asked, his hand cupping
her breast and his thumb seeking her soft nub, teasing it
until it stiffened and hardened.

"Nothing would change," Kathryn stated, arching into him and
purring softly as he tweaked and pulled at her nipples,
sending bolts of desire searing through her body. "I'd be
your Captain and your lover. Do you think that after three
months of having you beside me, I would discard you?" 
Chakotay arched his brow at her, doubting how easy she made
their relationship sound while aboard Voyager.

"I mean it, Chakotay. You're stuck with me from now on,"
Kathryn threatened, scowling at him. "I'm not just a fuck
toy that you can put aside and only deal with when you feel
like it. Understand?"

"I just wanted to make sure you knew it," Chakotay teased,
winking at her and chuckling softly as she rolled her eyes
at him. "Remember, I know how stubborn and hardheaded
Captain Janeway is."

"As if Commander Chakotay was that easy to live with! How
many of your pets did I have to deal with on a daily basis?
I'd better not have to deal with any more of your blonde
bimbos; you know how hazardous it can be to everyone's
health." Kathryn threatened, her nails digging into his pecs
in warning.

"Would you punish me, Captain?" he growled, nuzzling her
neck before sucking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh,
leaving behind a mark to remind her that she was his. He
nudged her thighs apart and settled between them, his cock
resting along her heated quim. He rocked back and forth,
taunting her until a hungry whimper escaped from her parted
lips. His lips trailed up her nape and along her jaw.
Pressing tiny kisses until he reached her ruby lips,
claiming them and ravishing her. His tongue swept in to
tangle with hers, a battle of attack and retreat from both
of them, as they fought for dominance over each other.
Neither was willing to concede the battle until she flipped
him over and straddled him.

"Don't move, lover," she whispered coyly, her hands clasped
over his broad shoulders, holding his pliant body still.

Kathryn smiled down at him and ground down slowly against
his erection. Her movements sensual and teasing, refusing
him entrance into her. Her juices coated him, a powerful
aphrodisiac that heated his flesh and stirred something dark
within him.

Meeting his gaze, she guided him into her, engulfing inch
after inch of his steel hard cock until she sat flush
against his pelvis. She rolled her hips, shivered as his
hungry moan broke through the silence of the night. Leaning
back, she rested her hands on his tense thighs and held
still.  "I love your punishments," Chakotay rasped, bucking
up and groaning at the velvet heat that surrounded his
throbbing flesh.

"What would you do first, Kat? Other than replicate a vat of
coffee," Chakotay teased, his hands locking on her hips,
preventing her from moving. His eyes darkened as they met
hers, understanding flowed between them at the retribution
that she had planned if they ever left this planet.

They were two halves of the same coin.

Her throaty laugh filled the night air, "I don't really have
to tell you the answer to that question, do I, Chak-o-tay?
You know me so well by now."

"Like the back of my hand, Kathryn," Chakotay agreed,
grinning up at the auburn goddess atop him. His hand
entwined in her flowing hair and pulled her down to his
hungry lips.

She twisted in his grasp and sat up, the bright moonlight
cascading down to paint her flesh in an iridescent shimmer
as she claimed her warrior, the silence of the forest broken
only by their triumphant cries.

---

A week later they were rescued.

The now unfamiliar chirp of their comm badge startled them.
They glanced at each other, suspicious of the unexpected
interruption. A few words spoken and they hurriedly packed
their few belongings.

They donned their uniforms. Each layer that they added
brought forth the Captain and her First Officer. Their eyes
met and held. She reached up and attached his Commander
bars, her nails teasing the sensitive flesh along his rigid
jaw.

Once done, she stepped back and tilted her head at him,
waiting for him to place her pips along the black collar of
her shirt.

Chakotay raised a brow and slowly added a pip and then
paused to nibble on her nape. With each addition, the weight
of her responsibility was re-added, tempered only by the
feel of his lips. Duty and pleasure joining together, never
to separate if he had his way. It was a perfect blend that
was uniquely them.

"Ready?" Chakotay inquired, as he clipped the last one in
place, making her once again his Captain. He stepped back
and resumed his customary place just slightly behind her
petite frame. His shadow falling over hers, merging until
they were one. "I've been ready since we arrived here. Each
day just added fuel to the fire and I've a thirst that needs
to be quelled," Kathryn replied, a savage smile transforming
her from his playful lover to the Mistress of Voyager.
"Janeway to Voyager. Two to beam up."

The shimmer of the transport beam enveloped them and moments
later they were on Voyager. Chakotay heard Kathryn softly
inhale at the sight of her ship and her confidant, Tuvok.

He awaited them, a smug and triumphant smile upon his
usually stern countenance. "Captain, Commander." Tuvok
nodded at them. "We have retaken the ship and have the
conspirators locked down in quarters waiting for your
return."

"How?" Chakotay asked.

"They became cocky and arrogant. Overly sure of power that
they did not truly have. They thought that by declaring
themselves the Captain and First Officer, they would be able
to control the unpredictable elements around them."

"How many of the crew followed them, Tuvok?" Kathryn
demanded, needing to know how deep this betrayal went. Was
it only the two key members of her senior staff or was it
the majority of the ship? Regardless, now that she was back,
she would demonstrate how little tolerance she had for power
games from those that served beneath her.

"About one third of the crew, the rest went along with the
new regime until it became clear to all that they lacked the
proper discipline to complete the task before them. With the
help of most of the Maquis and a few of the Starfleet crew,
we organized a coup. It was over in a matter of minutes, due
to Mr. Kim's plan to use a neutralizing gas to incapacitate
the bridge crew. He has proved to be invaluable and very
inventive."

"I'll have to personally thank Mr. Kim," Kathryn said
pleasantly. She grinned at Chakotay, flashing her teeth and
a predatory gleam darkened her blue eyes to icy shards.
"Paris?"

"Awaiting your return to your quarters, Captain."

"Excellent incentive, Lieutenant. You have the bridge. The
Commander and I will need to take a few hours to reacquaint
ourselves with ship matters. I trust that I can leave things
in your capable hands?" Kathryn asked, her tone questioning.

"Aye, Captain." Tuvok responded, his eyes glinting with
ill-concealed malice as he pondered what would be happening
with the next few hours as the Captain and her First Officer
reclaimed their ship and crew. "Commander?"

"Lieutenant?"

"Perhaps you should also retire to your quarters," Tuvok
suggested with a small smirk. "You'll find Lieutenant Torres
most repentant."

Chakotay's sinister laugh filtered through the air.

"Commander," Kathryn called out, gesturing for him to follow
her.

As they strode down the corridors, Chakotay's eyes followed
the lithe body of his lover. Her movements were slow and
controlled. Each step she took exuded an aura of strength,
control and power. Not the illusion of power that some
sought and failed to capture but the essence of it was
intertwined until they were one.

Chakotay walked at her side, resonating an irresistible
magnetism and animal sensuality that drew both males and
females to his side like moths drawn to the dangers of the
flame. Looking into his eyes, an enemy would only see a mask
of calm and peaceful intentions. Traits that were a great
asset that would lull them into overlooking the threat
before them until he struck. His words were often spoken in
a soft tone, belying the powerful jaguar that resided
beneath the surface, ready to rend any who attacked or
challenged what was his.

His lips twisted in a cruel smile as he thought back on the
last time they had been aboard Voyager. He had failed in his
duties, never thinking that members of his crew would dare
to challenge his orders, to prevent the mutiny against
Kathryn's command. There was nothing more that he despised
than failure. He had contented himself with the knowledge
that he would never avenge the betrayal that had been
wrought against them. The warrior within him roared with
rage at his helplessness, but now he was back and his every
other thought was on punishment of the usurpers. They
reached the end of the corridor, the paths splitting.
Pausing, they glanced at each other. His breath caught as he
looked down at her. He was captivated by what he saw. She
was an avenging Goddess that had swept down to punish the
foolish mortals that mocked her. Her eyes glowed with a
feral light; dangerous, hungry and ferocious in its thirst
for vengeance. 'She is simply beautiful in her rage and she
belongs to me,' Chakotay thought proudly.

"Happy hunting, Chakotay," Kathryn purred, fire burning
brightly in her expressive eyes.

"You too, Kathryn," Chakotay responded, before he pulled her
close and ravished her lips.

Their mouths devoured each other, tongues warred and teeth
nipped, drawing blood. The metallic taste washed over their
senses, raising the lust for revenge further. "Later,"
Kathryn promised huskily, sensually licking her lips.

He stood watching her walk away, her hips swaying in an
intoxicating rhythm before drawing his focus back to the
matters at hand. Of all the Maquis that had served under
him, he had never expected B'Elanna to betray him. They had
been through so much together. He had always held a soft
spot for her, delighting in her temper and quirks. She had
challenged him in a manner that few had dared, both in the
past and in the future. He had always looked after her and
ensured her safety; she in turn kept him satisfied in
whatever manner he decreed.

Her siding with Paris was a blow to their trusting
relationship. Paris must have been one hell of a fuck to
make her forget all her lessons under him. It was time for
Chakotay to refresh her memory of what happened when one
went against her Master's wishes.

He stood before his quarters and keyed in his entry. The
door swished open to reveal the naked, bound figure kneeling
in the middle of his quarters. His eyes noted the intricate
rope patterns that were common when using Kinbaku. The
length of hemp wrapped around her svelte body, the strands
crossing over and under her breasts, rising them up and
putting them on display for his cynical eyes. Her arms were
tied back snuggly behind her back in the Ushiro Takatekote
frame. The rope trailed down her stomach, looping over her
labia to run back up her spine and wrap around her forearms.
Her legs were spread wide, held open by nawa shibari around
her ankles that reached back to entwine with the strands
that cascaded down her back.

Chakotay smirked down at her as he slowly walked around her
until he stood between her trembling thighs. Holding her
gaze, he roughly nudged his foot against her sex, the toe of
his hard boot brushing repeatedly over her clit and drawing
forth her juices. He chuckled as she glared at him and
turned her face away, showing her contempt for him.

'Her defiance was something that he would enjoying taming
once again.' He curled his fingers through her hair and
forcing her back to meet his gaze. He saw her eyes being to
fill with apprehension and widen as she took in his
charismatic smile. "Hello, pet," Chakotay said, his voice
booming in the quiet that had up into this point filled the
room. "Did you miss me? How long has it been?"

B'Elanna lowered her eyes, her mouth twisted in a silent
snarl. If he thought that she gave a fuck over his power
game, then. . . 

". . .  I still remember our last words, pet," Chakotay
continued as if she had responded, "What did you call me
again?"

Silence.

"That wasn't a request but an order. Answer me," Chakotay
briskly demanded, his free hand trailing over her neck and
over her shoulder and back up again, his grasp tightening as
he went.

"Janeway's new Starfleet pussy," B'Elanna sneered, ignoring
the danger of taunting him until she looked closely upon him
but by then it was too late, and her words had been uttered
and taken as a challenge to his training.

"After everything that I taught you, Lanna. Do you think
that I would let you get away with your defiant remarks and
actions?" Chakotay inquired, as he knelt beside her, using
his grip on her hair to yank her body up and twist it
towards him.

B'Elanna bit her lip, breaking the skin and bruising it as
she fought to suppress a moan of pain as her joints
protested her contorted position. She looked up into his
eyes and shuddered. She had never seen them appear so cold
and vicious; she had crossed a line that had been placed
upon her the first time he had claimed her body.

"We've got a lot of time to make up for," he purred, pulling
her forward suddenly, smiling maliciously.

B'Elanna froze at the promise held within his velvet voice
and exhaled sharply. A small whimper escaped her lips as he
pulled her closer to him and she felt the rough twine
dragged over the lips of her vagina. Holding her still, his
other hand undid his pants, slowly lowering the zipper and
releasing his cock.

"Welcome me home, pet," he said as he rubbed the tip over
her lips, smearing them with the pre-cum that had escaped
before forcing his way into the moist haven until her nose
was flush against his lower belly and he felt her gagging at
the depth of his penetration.

Holding her head still, he retreated and plunged forward
again. Her distressed whimpers and the frantic puffs of air
escaping her nose were a welcomed balm to the angry predator
within him.  "You fucked Paris, agreed to take over the
ship, you infected me with a virus and then you abandoned me
on a planet," he listed her crimes as he treated her as
nothing more than a vessel for his cock. He ignored her
pleading eyes and murmurs, plunging deeper and harder, anger
swelling within him as he recounted her crimes against him.

B'Elanna's face was flushed red but a blue tinge was
starting to mar her skin as it became harder to gather
enough air into her oxygen parched lungs. Her eyes teared at
the burning sensation and she struggled not to pass out
before he came. She felt his hands clenched tighter, his
nails dug into her scalp and he quickened his thrust as the
onslaught of his climax approached and with a satisfied cry
he spewed his hot cum down her throat.

"Swallow every drop," Chakotay ordered coldly, breathing
deeply. He waited, watching dispassionately as she struggled
to follow his command. Her cheeks puffed with his secretions
and cock until she had gulped it down.

Chakotay pulled free and let her fall down on the floor
again. The sounds of her panting for breath and distressed
moans helped to calm the rage that had boiled to the surface
as he recounted her infamy.

Her head had fallen sideways and she lay unmoving on the
floor, every muscle in her body screaming in protest with
each deep inhale she took. She saw his feet move and the
sound of the replicator.

"Chakotay. . .  I. . . " B'Elanna called out in a quiet
voice.

"Shhh, you're not done yet," Chakotay hushed her, striding
forward holding his favorite toy and smirking at the
panicked expression.

"No," B'Elanna whispered and tugged frantically at her
restraints. "Please not that!"

"Yes, pet," Chakotay countered, advancing on her trembling
frame.

---

Her muffled cries filtered through the door to reach the
ears of a passing Ensign. Harry paused and smiled at the
shrieks that emerged from the quarters before him. His
escape plan had worked. The Captain and the Commander were
back on Voyager. He would no doubt be getting rewarded for
his aid in their rescue and on top of that, he was free of
B'Elanna's clutches. He had been her slave since the mutiny,
forced to act like a willing participate in her games. His
body had bore her displeasure, until it had become a canvas
of bite marks, welts and burns, marring his once virginal
flesh with scars, all amassed in the brief span of time
spent under her service.

He had bided his time until he lulled her into thinking that
she had broken him. The moment she had let her guard down he
had launched his plan into motion. For months now he had
been the prey, now she was the weaker submissive one, unable
to stop what was happening to her. No matter her pleading
and begging, she could only lay there and accept whatever
was being rammed into her.

Revenge was sweet.

Harry could only hope that Chakotay would treat her as
'gently' as she had treated him.

A high pitch scream and the sound of desperate begging drew
his attention back to the closed door.

'It sounds like the Commander has the right touch as well,'
Harry chuckled wickedly, walking away as he whistled in time
with the sounds behind him.

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The End