The BLTS Archive- Chastity Katie
by Suz Voy (suzvoy@tesco.net)

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Disclaimer - we'll never see them do this on screen...but if they did
I'd laugh like a hyena.

Original songwords property of Robert Peter Williams. Modified ones
are MINE!

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I know a Star Trek lady
Name of Chastity Katie
She makes my temperature freeze
She's got compression phaser power
When she gives you a shout
She'll bring you to your knees
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The time had come. She had finally made her decision after all the
years of weighing the consequences, how it would affect their working
relationship, how the crew would react...she was going to have sex
with her first officer.

Only that was a lie. It *hadn't* taken years to effectively weigh the
consequences and issues at hand. At most, that had taken a week after
she realised she was attracted to him and Mark was a *long* way away.

There was only one thing that had prevented her from persuing a
relationship with him, and by now she had had enough. Five *long*
years of being a bit too embarrassed to say anything about it. She
thought that waiting that long a time was quite remarkable; Kathryn
Janeway wasn't exactly known or admired for her patience. She felt she
had held out very well to wait until now.

Now, how to bring up the subject?

Man, *that* could be seen the wrong way if taken out of
context...Kathryn giggled, before forcing herself to stop and deciding
that she might be getting a tad too obsessed with the idea of having
sex.

Okay, what was the best way of bringing the conversation around to
that subject? Yes, that was *definitely* a less-inflammatory way to
put it.

Maybe she should just blurt out the truth. It would save more time.

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Not beeping, not requesting entry, Kathryn simply entered in her
override code and barged into Chakotay's quarters to discover him
reading some kind of magazine. Startled, he looked up from the floor
to see who it was and then quickly shoved the said magazine under a
cushion on the sofa he was leaning against. His voice was a bit too
high-pitched when he greeted her.

"Captain, hi! How are you today?"

Grabbing the edge of the glass table that rested on the carpet between
them, she flung it to one side, only to watch in slight mortification
as the top went flying into the wall and smashed into thousands of
glittering pieces while the metal base remained where it was.

"Ugh. I hate Starfleet-issue tables..." she muttered, ignoring the
confused looks he was sending her as she grabbed the base and tried to
pull it aside. Muscles strained, eyes bulged, veins suddenly became
easily seen. No, no, this was *not* making her look attractive she
realised, and quickly stopped.

Pulling the sash on her robe even tighter she glared at him.

"Oh, right! You want my help!" he laughed nervously as he stood and
together they managed to pull the base aside, amidst gruntings and a
variety of swear words in many different languages.

"I see your Klingon is getting better," he commented.

Too out of breath to glare at him, she pointed back to the spot where
he had been sitting. "We're going to do this again.
That...*table*...lost some of the impact." she gasped.

"Fine, okay," he agreed, not wanting to upset her any further and
quickly sitting down as he had been.

"I'll be right back," she informed him, turning and leaving him
confused and alone in his quarters.

Fifteen minutes later she returned carrying a light-weight plastic
table which she promptly placed in front of him. He watched her with a
curiousity bordering on panic. "It doesn't go with anything in my
quarters."

"It doesn't matter! Now, we're starting again, okay?"

He replied feebly, worried that his beloved Kathryn had lost her
beloved mind. "Okay."

Nodding, she left his quarters again only to barge back in ten seconds
later. Pounding her feet on the floor as she approached him, she
reached down to grab the edge of the table and threw it to one side.
If she was relieved that it worked this time, she didn't show it,
quickly lowering herself to grab the edge of his shirt to pull him up
slightly. Speaking into his ear she said:

"I want to have sex."

He hiccuped.

"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded, pulling away from the
side of his face to look at him.

Chakotay's eyes were like those of a gold fish; wide-eyed and
permenantly shocked. In fact, his mouth was beginning to look like a
gold fish's too. Another hiccup emerged. "Uh...sorry...you caught me
by surprise."

He had a point. "Fair enough. But we have a problem." Releasing her
hold on him as he hiccuped again, she grabbed the sash that held her
robe together and undid it. As the sash fell away she let the robe
fall to the floor.

His hiccups stopped.

He frowned. "What the hell is *that*?"

Kathryn sighed, trying not to pout. "It's a chastity belt. When I was
asleep the last night in the Alpha Quadrant Mark put it on me. I was
furious when I woke up, but he explained that he was worried that if
something should go wrong on the mission to find your ship that you or
one of your men might try to take advantage of me." She folded her
arms across her chest. "And while in some ways I even appreciated the
sentiment, he had to punished. I understand from the letter I received
from him last year that he's finally able to walk again."

"And you can't get it off?" Chakotay queried, leaning a little closer
to study what was apparently the unlocking mechanism.

"Believe me, I've tried everything I can think of. But this is a
highly resistant twenty-fourth Century metal. Mark was an unofficial
ambassador of sorts, but he also had access to secret information.
This chastity belt is made of the most resistant metal he had access
to."

Nodding at her words as if it were obvious, he considered their
situation. "Well Kathryn...if you really want to get this thing
off...I think we're going to have to-"

"Chakotay, I can't do that!"

"It's the only way Kathryn. Nine heads are better than one, remember?"

Picking up her robe again she heaved another sigh. "Fine, fine. Let's
get it over with."

Standing up from the floor, he waited for her as she tied the robe.
"By the way Kathryn, you have fabulous breasts."

Smiling, she linked her right arm with his left and they left his
quarters together. "Actually, they're Seven's. I stole them from her
outfit, so if you see her looking surprisingly flat-chested now you
know why..."

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The End