The BLTS Archive- Captain Proton and The Chastity Belt of Doom
by Suz Voy (suzvoy@tesco.net)

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Disclaimer - characters (snicker) belong to Paramount (snicker).

Thanks to everyone for their advice, and especially to Mindy for her
insight into American culture...;) And don't worry Jack; the part you
asked for will turn up...

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Captain Proton and Buster Kincaid carefully and stealthily approached
the Chastity Belt of Doom (TM), knowing that silence was absolutely
essential to their plan. Communicating only via hand signals, Buster
handed the wire he held over to Proton.

Smiling in grim thanks, Proton slowly inserted the wire into the lock.
He had spent many hours trapped inside prison cells thanks to
Chaotica. Of course he always managed to escape and stop the madman,
mainly because Chaotica would tell him all of his plans before leaving
him an obvious avenue of escape. He remembered a specific incident
when he'd had to use a wire from Constance Goodheart's push-up bra to
pick the lock of their cell and get the hell out of dodge...

"Mr Paris, will you please stop narrating?"

Tom looked up from his work to grin at his superior officer.
"Oh...sorry Captain. It helps me concentrate."

Harry snorted, glancing at Chakotay. "Uh huh."

Not responding, Tom went back to his work.

Captain Janeway lay on the edge of the briefing room table, her robe
still covering her top while her conn officer worked between her legs.
By now she was so humiliated that she was starting to forget about
being embarrassed.

Harry was assisting Tom if and when it was necessary, and Chakotay
just stood on the sidelines, watching. The voyeur. He couldn't keep
his eyes off her breasts which were pointing to the ceiling, quite
obviously defying artificial gravity.

Thankfully for the crewmen, she hadn't yet noticed Tom and Harry
glancing at them which was part of the reason her 'jailbreak' was
taking so long. At one point Harry leant towards Tom and whispered
"Captain Proton fearlessly approached the twin peaks of power..."

"Shut up Harry!" Tom hissed back, a bead of sweat forming on his
forehead as he threw a worried glance in the direction of his Captains
face which he couldn't quite see because her breasts were in the way.

It was then that his hand slipped from the wire and touched the
chastity belt. Immediately something electrical resisted his touch and
his hand was thrown back a bit, mostly by his own surprise.

Tom and Harry (who had witnessed the event) took a step back in fear
and raised their hands to their throats protectively. "What was
*that*?" they exclaimed together.

Kathryn tried to lean up from her position on the table but her new
breasts were making her too top-heavy. "Chakotay, could you give me a
hand?"

"I'd need four with breasts that large."

The death glare nearly reduced him to ashes. "Ha ha. Help me sit up.
*Now* Mister."

There was no messing with a Janeway with a glare set on 'chargrilled'.
Instantly he reached her side and helped pull her up, and although it
took a bit of huffing and puffing it was never quite clear which of
them was making the most noise.

Eventually her chest was facing towards the wall, not the ceiling, and
as she wiped a sweat-soaked hair from her face, she gasped to Chakotay
"Mental note; have my breasts removed after this fiasco is over.
They're more trouble than they're worth."

The first officer filed that mental note under 'D' for 'damn'.

After he nodded, she turned back to her helmsman and operations
officer. Her operations officer still had his hand raised to his
throat in horror, but Tom looked like he on his way to making a cross
with the index fingers of both hands. She had some explaining to do.

"It's a...forcefield."

Oh heck, she couldn't feel any more embarrassed than she already did.

The muscles in their shoulders became a little less tense, their eyes
a little less wide. They leant forward slightly but still kept an
'able to run the hell out of there in time' distance. Tom raised one
eyebrow suspiciously. "What for?"

She would *not* cough. She would state it matter-of-factly. "So that
something can pass out but nothing can get in."

It took a few moments for the information to sink in and she knew the
exact moment that it hit them. In unison their shoulder sagged
completely "Ohhhh..." and then both their noses screwed up in disgust.
"Eww."

"Thank you for your polite words gentlemen. To preserve whatever
modesty I still have left, you can see that the forcefield has
fortunately been programmed in a grey colour which is why most of the
time you can't see it."

Frowning, they bent down and moved closer to inspect the chastity
belt. Tom tapped the end of the wire he still held in his right hand
on the side of his face. "She's right Harry. You can't even tell
anything's there."

Chakotay moved to stand behind them, staring at it just as intently.

Harry pondered Tom's words and agreed. "But how did they make it a
grey colour? I've never seen one that particular shade."

"Well," Chakotay offered "it is made of some of the most sophisticated
and top secret materials Starfleet knew about. It could be that they
had access to more information on forcefield colourisation than we do.
In fact, that's almost guaranteed."

"Oh absolutely," Tom replied, testing the forcefield again with the
end of the wire "but how did they change the forcefield harmonics to
bring about that-"

"Look!" Janeway butted in, causing all of them to look up at her face
now that they could see it. "You can discuss the colour choices for my
chastity belts forcefield at a later time. Just get me out of it!"

Tom stood, sighing. "I'm sorry Captain, but I don't think there's
anything I can do. The lock is just too complicated, even for me. I
recommend you let B'Elanna have a crack at it - you never know what
she'll come up with." Bending back down, he studied the belt once more
with Harry and Chakotay doing the same. "It really is the most amazing
piece of equipment I've ever seen..."

That was when the door to the briefing room opened.

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The End