The BLTS Archive - The Other Side
#2: To Tame A Captain
by Mistyfur (misty_fur@yahoo.com)

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It was over.

After almost two years of constant battles won, enemies
destroyed, hidden deceptions and ruling with a cruel iron
fist, she had been defeated by the tiny bite of an insect.
The senior officers of the Warship Voyager had voted to
leave behind the Captain and First Officer on the backward
planet that had sealed their fate while they would continue
home without a backward glance. A new regime had started as
the two officers lay in a coma, unaware of the coming
betrayal.

Instead of waking up on one of those uncomfortable beds in
Sickbay, they had woken up to find themselves in an idyllic
paradise, flat on their backs on the ground, wearing their
stained uniforms. They had been stripped of rank as a final
insult from the crew, but the leader of the mutiny had been
generous enough to leave them with a half charged phaser, a
broken down shelter, a few rations and their personal
belongings.

"Captain Paris to Janeway."

Janeway snarled into her comm badge "Paris, when I get a
hold of you, I'll make you pay for days for this stupidity."

"Tsk, tsk," Paris scolded in a mocking voice. "Is that any
way to talk to Voyager's new Captain?"

"Go to hell, Paris. You'll never be her Captain."

"Really? Let's look at the facts. You're stuck on a
backwards planet with your pet Maquis. The rest of us are in
space on Voyager, with me currently sitting in the captain's
chair," he replied, with a sardonic laugh. "The great
captain of voyager brought down by an insect bite. Too bad,
I was looking forward to making you give up your command
codes. You would have enjoyed yourself."

"Why don't you send down a shuttle and we can test that
theory?" Janeway offered, her voice filled with venom.
"We'll see who will break first."

Chakotay ignored the conversation as his obsidian eyes
followed her lithe body as she prowled before him, each
angry movement pulling her uniform around her petite body.
Her face flushed and her blue eyes sparkled in her rage. He
bit back a groan as her deep breaths pressed her chest
forward and the outline of her pert breasts pushed against
the material of her top.

He had been waiting patiently for this moment for months,
but he was content to wait a little longer. He would tether
his lust for her just until he had lulled her into a false
sense of security, then, when the time was right, he would
claim what was his.

His body demanded that he take her now. He yearned to throw
her down onto the sweet, dewy grass and pound into her body
until she screamed his name and collapsed against him in
satisfaction. His mind though wanted more than just a
mindless, heated spur of the moment fuck.

Chakotay wanted her to submit to him, acknowledging that he
was the dominant one and that she was his submissive toy.
His cock swelled as he pictured her on her knees, hands
tied, and her rich auburn hair wrapped tightly within his
hands, as he guided her hot mouth to engulf his engorged
shaft.

"Is there anything you want to say to the crew before we
leave you there to rot? How about an apology for stranding
us in this fucking quadrant?" Paris taunted, "Nothing to
say, Kathryn?"

"Enjoy it while it lasts, you bastard," she snapped icily.

"Have fun on your new earth," Paris replied, laughing  aloud
and closing the comm link.

Janeway turned glance at Chakotay, scowling.

"Say something. Don't just stand there or did they remove
your balls when they dropped you here?" she asked acidly.

Chakotay stepped towards her and pulled her flush against
him. He ground his hips against her, teasing her flesh with
his hard erection.

Her legs parted to allow him closer to the aching hollow.
She gasped as the heat of his body penetrated her clothing.
Her expressive eyes widened as they met his.

"As you can see, Captain, my balls are exactly where they
should be," Chakotay murmured softly, with a dimpled smile,
before stepping away.

The air filled with silence as they stared into each other's
eyes, both assessing the other, as desire flared strongly in
the air.

"Well Chakotay," Janeway said in a husky voice, "I think
that we should set up the shelter."

"Aye, aye, Captain."

Janeway watched as he walked away.

"Does it matter which way these things go?" he called out,
holding up one of the tattered sides.

"I guess it depends whether you're in a beige mood or a grey
mood."

"That's not much of a choice. Couldn't Starfleet have come
up with something a little more cheerful?"

"Like polka dots?" Janeway replied sarcastically.

Chakotay hid his grin at her prickly comment.

"I was thinking more of a tasteful pinstripe, something in
blues and greens. Well, I suggest we put the grey on the
outside and the beige inside."

"I like that. I've always looked better in beige."

'I can't to find that out.' Chakotay smirked, as he pictured
her pinned against the wall of the shelter.

"Actually, it might be kind of interesting, roughing it for
a while. It gives me plenty of reasons to hurt Paris when we
get back," she muttered. "We don't have a bathtub."

"A bathtub?" he asked, arching a brow at her.

"I love a bath. It's my favorite way of relaxing and they'll
pay for denying me that little luxury."

"Captain, I'm sure you can learn to love the sonic shower."

"You know, Chakotay, it occurs to me, we aren't exactly in a
command structure anymore. Maybe you should call me
Kathryn," she suggested, sauntering away from him, swaying
her hips teasingly.

"Give me a few days on that one, okay?"

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Chakotay's Personal Log Stardate:
How the hell should I know?
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We've been on this planet for about ten days. Rations are
getting low and the only source of food I've found was an
annoying monkey and a few berries. If things got scarce. . . 
Well, let's hope that it doesn't come to that. Although that
monkey has become a bit of a nuisance lately, always showing
up when I'm talking to Kathryn, distracting and pulling her
away from my delicate hold on her emotions.

She has slowly become used to my constant presence in her
life. After all, who else does she have to talk to? The
first few days she looked at me suspiciously and with
apprehension, body tense, waiting for me to pounce. As the
days went by and nothing happened, she relaxed and I started
to see a real Kathryn. Without the mask of command to hide
behind, she was a fascinating, beautiful individual with a
delightful sense of humor. I could easy fall into her
enticing trap if I wasn't careful.

But I've patiently waited for the right moment to grab her
and take control. Finally, the time has arrived. Time to
teach little Kathryn her own lesson on the Maquis Command
structure.

End Personal Log
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"Chakotay, are you there?" she called out, looking around
the outside of shelter. "Chakotay?"

'Where the hell is he?'

She entered the shelter deep in thought. The snap of a twig
behind her was the only warning of the coming danger; she
tried to run, but it was too late.

Chakotay grabbed her firmly and spun her around. He pressed
her against his body and captured both her hands behind her
back in one of his. He rocked against her, allowing her to
feel his throbbing member through the thin fabric of her
pale blue silk dress. His other hand started to caress her
face, brushing lightly over her pink lips.

"Hello Kathryn," he purred. "You called?"

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she panted,
tugging helplessly against his firm grasp.

Chakotay slowly lowered his lips to hers. He breathed softly
against the sensitive flesh, a gentle caress to focus her
senses. Holding her gaze, he nibbled on her lower lip,
bruising it slightly before releasing it, only to claim her
lips in a conquering kiss. His tongue circled her lips
demanding entrance into the moist haven.

His tongue thrust to entangle with hers. Mating with hers
aggressively, plunging and retreating as he pulled her
deeper into his power. He pulled away, ignoring her whimper
and pressed tender kisses along her pale neck. He nuzzled
against her and caught her flesh within his mouth, marking
her for all to see with a perfectly-shaped love mark.

Kathryn gasped and collapsed against him. All thoughts of
escaping vanishing as she fell under Chakotay's spell. Her
legs trembled and she would have fallen to the ground, if
not for his arms around her. She shivered as his teeth
nipped her flesh and then soothed it by tracing it lightly
with his tongue. Her body was on fire and deep inside the
ache grew, leaving her trembling and whimpering for more.

Chakotay pulled away from her and looked into her dazed,
passion filled eyes.

"Kathryn," he asked softly, reaching up to cup her breast,
his thumb rubbed the soft nub.

The silk glided along her skin, her nipples to harden into
stiff peaks under Chakotay's guidance.

"Oh, Chakotay," Kathryn moaned, her lashes fluttering closed
as he pinched and tugged the swollen flesh. "Please."

"Do you remember what I said to you a few months ago,
Kathryn?" Chakotay asked with a heated look, stopping his
caress.

'He wants to talk now?' She thought in disbelief.

"Later Chakotay," she pleaded, pushing against his still
palm.

"I told you that one day I would have you," he continued,
ignoring her body's dance against his, repeating the promise
given so many months ago." 'If I was free right now, I would
have you pinned under me and I wouldn't fuck you until you
begged and pleaded with me. I'd play with you until you
couldn't stand my touch upon your body. I'd make you come
over and over until you collapsed trembling under me and
then I'd fill you until you were screaming for mercy.'"

Kathryn struggled against him, remembering the moment that
he had said that to her. They had been in his quarters; he
had been tied to the bed and she had him trapped within the
velvet heat of her body. He hadn't been able to counter her
thrusting movement, but he used his words a weapon, pushing
her over the edge of the precipice into an overpowering
climax.

She tried to draw her knee up, but he anticipated her
movement and blocked it. Her eyes shone angrily as she met
his.

"You're under my control now, Kathryn," Chakotay growled,
his eyes filled with the triumph of a returning warrior that
had captured his prey. "I'm going to enjoy taming you."

"Let go, Chakotay," Kathryn demanded, squirming against his
tight hold. She pulled hard against his hold and managed to
free one of her hands. She slapped him hard, wanting to wipe
out his smug expression.

His eyes darkened and his jaw clenched in fury. "Do you want
to me to set you free, Kathryn?"

"Yes," she screamed, angry with both of them.

Her body was tensing in anticipation, wanting nothing more
than to lie at his feet and obey his every whim. She wanted
him to take over and dominate her; she craved it, needing
the release from the pressure bottled up within her. Her
mind rebelled at the weakness of her desire.

"Fine," he replied, letting her go. "You have a five minute
start."

"What?"

"You have five minutes to get away from me and hide. At the
end of those five minutes, I'm coming after you. When I find
you –"

"If," she interrupted.

"Not IF, When. I can smell your arousal. You want me to
catch you," he said softly, not allowing her to deny what
was igniting between them. "Four minutes, Kathryn."

"You wouldn't dare," she spat, backing away.

"I can almost taste you," he replied, sensually licking his
lips.

With a curse, she spun around and ran towards the forest,
not in fear but against the intense desire throbbing that
was filling her body. She pulled the skirt of her dress
higher as she fled, her auburn mass of hair cascading down
her back, escaping from the ties that had held it in place
to frame her face.

With a small cry, she stumbled over a twig and fell to the
ground. Briefly stunned, she lay there panting before
scrambling to her feet. As she raced towards the lake, she
dodged fallen branches and large rocks. She paused and hid
behind a large tree. Kathryn glanced around her and listened
for the sound of approaching footsteps. Hearing none, she
raced towards the hidden cave, whose entrance was concealed
by all the reeds that surrounded the lake.

Just inches away from safety, Chakotay's arms wrapped around
her and pulled her to lie on the grass, trapping her under
his hard naked body. The sun shone behind him, painting his
bronze skin to a golden sheen.

"Mine," he growled, a savage warrior declaring his victory
and claiming his woman.

He grasped the neck of her dress and tore it down the
middle, exposing her creamy flesh to the warmth of the day.

His mouth tenderly captured one rosy peak, worrying it,
suckling on it like a babe, bringing it to stiff attention.
His hand cupped her other breast, caressing and playing with
it, feeling it swell with each touch.

Her hands held his head against her breast as she shifted 
until he was cradled between her thighs. Her legs wrapped
around him and held him tightly within her embrace. With
each tug of his lips, she arched, needing to feel the touch
of his hard erection.

"Chakotay," she mewed, voice husky with desire. "Please
touch me."

His lips pulled away from her tantalizing flesh, "Say it
again."

"No." She stubbornly refused tighten her hold around him.

"You have to follow the protocols of this game," he chided.
"No begging means no touching."

"Please, oh Master, touch me," she mocked, with a death
glare.

"Kathryn, that's not how it's done. Maybe you need some
encouragement to follow through on your end," Chakotay said,
shaking his head.

His hand left her breast and swept down to rest on her
stomach, just above the damp auburn curls. Playfully, his
fingers brushed through the curls before seeking the hidden
pearl and teasingly stroking it.

"Oh, God," she moaned.

Chakotay's fingers captured her essences and anointed her
flesh with the musky scent. Each gentle touch pushed her
higher towards fulfillment. He traced the outline of her
sensitive lower lips, circling but refusing to enter her to
assuage her hunger.

Kathryn's head tossed back and forth as her pleasure grew
and threatened to overcome her. Just when that release was
near, he stopped. Repeatedly, he forced her body to the edge
of desire only to refuse her release. Her frantic whimpers
and moans echoed over the silence of the lake and forest.

"Chakotay!" she panted breathlessly.

"Ask me, Kathryn. Tell me what you want," he growled,
delighting in the sounds of her desire for him, but needing
the words and that final submission.

"If you're going to be a cocktease, get the fuck off me, you
bastard!" she screamed in frustration.

"Such language, Kathryn," he purred teasingly, thrusting two
fingers into her and caressing her pearl with his thumb.
"Did you need this?"

"Oh," she gasped, her anger momentarily diverted by the feel
of him within her tight passage. She rocked against him,
desperate to feel him thrusting deeper.

He continued until she lay mindlessly trembling under him,
her body taunt from constant unsatisfied arousal.

"Beg me," he ordered, stopping.

"No, no," she cried out, shaking with need.

"Alright, if that's the way you want it," Chakotay replied
with an evil smile.

'How much more of this can she take? I'm about to explode
from the scent, cries and feel of her body under me.' He
thrust towards her, ground her body into the ground, coaxing
a moan of desire. 'Give in, Kathryn'

"Please," she whispered. "Take me."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked, doubtfully.

"Damn you, Chakotay. Either put up or shut up," she snarled.

He pulled out of her heated grasp and slid down her body,
pressing kisses along her thigh until he reached her downy
mound. He nuzzled against the soft curls, breathing in the
unique scent that was hers, before caressing and teasing her
with his lips and tongue. Each taste was ambrosia to him and
he wasn't going to stop until he had his fill.

"Ooohhh, Chhhaakkotay," she panted, arching into his
voracious mouth as she came with soul-shattering intensity.

He rose up and captured her mouth with hungry urgency,
letting her taste herself in the deep kiss. Her hands
caressed his body, reaching to touch his straining
masculinity. He groaned as her soft hands began to stroke
him.

"No, Kathryn," he rasped. He sat up and pulled her forward
and onto her hands and knees.

He knelt behind her and, rubbing his shaft along the
petal-soft folds of her womanhood, he guided himself slowly,
inch by incredible inch, inside.

He paused, allowing her to adjust to his size. He was
clenched tightly within her pulsating core, each second that
passed slowly driving him mad. She arched into him, silently
pleading for more.

He thrust into her, each one becoming harder and deeper as
he led them towards completion. He sat back and pulled her
to sit on his lap, her thighs positioned along the outside
of his, never once stopping his movements as he guided her
body over his. His hands stroked over her body as she
pressed her hips frantically against him, urging him to
thrust faster and deeper.

"Tell me, Kathryn," he groaned, pounding into her in a
primal rhythm older than time." Let go of that last bit of
control and tell me."

"I love you, Chakotay," she cried out with unabashed
abandon, caught in an erotic release that shattered her
senses.

"Kathryn!" Chakotay came with a harsh groan of masculine
satisfaction as he exploded within her hot, wet sheath.

They collapsed against each other, holding tightly. Chakotay
carefully lowered them to the ground, to lie cuddled
together. His hands traced over her skin in a soothing
touch.

"Well?" she whispered, tensing as she waited.

"I love you too, Kathryn," he whispered, pressing a kiss
along her closed lids.

"You didn't really keep your end of the bargain, Chakotay,"
she teased playfully, reaching up to draw him down for a
tender kiss, at last finding peace.

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The End