Chapter 1: The Eve of the Voyage
Kathryn Janeway sighed as she swirled the delicate glass of wine below her nose, smelling the pristine scent of Chianti before tipping the glass to her eager lips, allowing the nectar to flow into her being. The unfinished French meal lay on the table before her but she ignored it as she reached to pour another share of wine. Her thoughts drifted to her earlier conversation with Admiral Patterson and the pressing situation the Federation now found itself in: "a group of separatists from the colonies lining the Cardassian border initiated a war, straining relations between the Cardassian and Federation, and these rebel 'Maquis' needed to be stopped at all costs."
Kathryn recalled her discomfort at the Admiral's tone when he implored her to stop the Maquis at "all costs," and as she sat sipping her wine, she pondered on the endless levels of what that could entail. Surely he didn't expect her to simply fire upon Maquis ships without attempts at diplomatic negotiations. No, she wouldn't do that, even if the Admiral asked it of her, or even commanded it of her. It was against her morals, her conceived ideologies, and atop of all of that, a personal friend from Starfleet Academy was acting as a spy on the Maquis convoy ship. The more she thought about Tuvok's sacrifice, the more determined she was to engage in any peaceful and diplomatic means to solve the turmoil rather than turn to violence and warfare.
Kathryn felt a wave of anxiety at the flow of negative thoughts on "what ifs" and became convinced that this was not how she should spend her last night before beginning full-time duty as Captain. Settling on Jazz tunes from the twentieth century, she cleared her mind of the Federation and simply enjoyed the upbeat music while working at the delicious wine. It was after two more glasses that she began to feel the effects: she was far more relaxed than she had felt in months and she smiled as she lazily wallowed upon the couch. Her thoughts began drifting thinking of moments in her life that she could never return, yet enviously and desperately wished she could relive them. Her thoughts fell upon Anita and the innocent moments they shared together while discovering each other's bodies in the privacy of their living quarters, or in the hidden corners of society where no one would glance at in ordinary circumstances. She daren't allow her mind to drift any further than the happy memories her and Anita shared; no, she would not venture into the painful circumstances that tore her first lover from her life.
Sighing away her loneliness, she poured herself the remaining contents of the Chianti and consumed it in hopes to drown the sorrows of her life. The drunken certainty that would await her was well worth her efforts and she stumbled towards her bed. She could smell the alcohol in her breath but what did it matter, she would certainly be sober by noon when reporting for duty. The drunken stupor she found herself in and the thought of Federation duty made her laugh: what would the Admirals and all her subordinate officers think if they saw her like this? The responsible Kathryn Janeway, always the top of her class and even graduated with full honors from the Federation Academy, about to embark on a Space Odyssey to prevent a galactic war as Captain of the USS Voyager, was undeniably and irresponsibly drunk. She laughed hysterically at the thought because she knew deep down inside that no one would ever know this side of her. Her façade was so perfect that no one could ever have hope of knowing the real her.
Kathryn looked towards her nightstand and despite her intensely blurred vision she found what she was looking for. Her thoughts drifted back to the happy times with Anita, back to her own discovery of her sexual prowess and desire for women. She pushed past her repressed sexuality, pushed past the pain and agony, until she found that place where she could be who she is without her mind taunting her. She was wet already, her body was eager to be touched there and she gasped as her hand traveled the length of her torso, past the mound of welcoming hair to her salivating member. She had to be careful not to finish too soon.
She sensually removed her clothing before feeling her own body react under her own touch and grasps. She moaned to herself, imagining a unique mix between Anita and a woman of her own imagination touching her instead. Her hand glided down her stomach slowly and her hips thrust up, desperate for attention. It was here, in this nude and desperate state that Kathryn reached for the dildo she had grabbed earlier from the nightstand. With drunken determination to aim for the best orgasm she could attain, she spread her legs wide and welcomed the head of the dildo to her wet opening. In a paintbrush fashion, she spread her wetness up towards her clit with the head of the dildo and circled at the throbbing member. Groaning at the desperately needed contact, Kathryn's left hand reached her clit and toyed with it sensitively until steadily increasing the circular rhythm. She gasped at the amalgamation of her juices on her clit and moved her hand down to her entrance. Oh, she was beyond ready.
Panting, she positioned the dildo and slowly submerged it into her.
"Fuck," she moaned as the girth stretched her walls. She was so tight, having not used a dildo in months. The dildo was half-way in and Kathryn felt as if she couldn't take any more into her. She slowly pulled it out and saw that her juices had inundated the dildo entirely. Fuck.She pushed the dildo back in with a slightly harder force; it slid in smoothly hitting her nerves and sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She groaned aloud, pulling the dildo slowly in and out of her. Determined to achieve the full length of the dildo, she breathed in hard before pushing the length all the way into her. She screamed in great pain and indescribable pleasure. She panted, laying there with the dildo fully immersed into her and after several moments of recovery, she set to work.
She created a slow rhythm at first, pushing the dildo in and out of her while avoiding her G-spot. She didn't want to cum so soon and after being sexually repressed for months, she knew her body would orgasm quickly. She needed to make this last. She would rather have one amazing orgasm to remember as Captain than multiple quick orgasms that aren't worth recalling.
Breathing hard as the dildo pulsed into her, her hips rocked to her own established rhythm and she cocked her head back in pleasure, allowing herself to groan aloud. She continued to avoid touching her clit and tried desperately to avoid striking her G-spot, but simply allowed the motions of the dildo to challenge her walls and bring her as much pre-orgasm pleasure as she could possibly gain. Her mind began to drift to her fantasies, now that she had begun a rhythm, and she wondered who she should masturbate to. In a moment, she had decided without a doubt that she wanted to fantasize on a sexually aggressive Klingon female and a generic image came to her mind. She bit her lip at the challenge of fucking herself the way a klingon woman could.
She picked up the pace, the dildo vibrating in and out of her. It hit her G-spot, "Fucckkk," she moaned and quickened her pace even more. Her arm was beginning to cramp but she fought through the pain as she slammed the dildo hard and deep within her. "Uhhhhh," she groaned as the dildo struck her G-spot again. Vivid mental construction of a klingon female fucking her consumed her mind and the more she became involved with her fantasy, the more aroused she became. She was the wettest she had been in years and she angled the dildo into her G-spot, hitting it with every stroke.
"UHhhhh, Fuccckkkkkk," she moaned and groaned aloud. "uhhhhh…UUHHHHH ..."
Waves of pleasure circulated throughout her body. Her right hand was busy thrusting the dildo deep into her and she felt herself coming close to orgasm. Her left hand migrated its way to her clit, rubbing it fervidly and in sync with the rhythm of the dildo. She was groaning so loud she could barely hear the sounds of the dildo entering and escaping her entrance amidst her flowing wetness. Her hips were bucking wildly at the double stimuli. She increased the circling motion of her left hand and savagely thrust the dildo deep into her and out at such a fast and fervid pace that her internal nerves were rapidly firing beams of pleasure throughout her body. She was so close, so uhhhhhclose.
Her walls began collapsing around the dildo and she slowed her clitoral circulation as she reached the commencement of her orgasm. Her hips bucked wildly as she rammed the dildo so far in, pulling it all the way out and thrusting it all the way back in as her walls engorged the girth of her tool. She moaned instinctively in release, mumbling unknown phrases and groaning at the roughness of the deep penetration. With a final thrust of the dildo deep into her being, she collapsed on the bed as her arms and legs turned to jelly.
She was panting from the intenseness of her masturbation session and moaning softly from the continued waves of pleasure she felt. Her walls were still contracting upon the inserted dildo and she pulled it out, sending a wave of juices flowing out of her. "Uhhh," she groaned and lay sprawled on the bed in a lazy manner. She could only imagine what it would be like fucking a real female Klingon and she smiled to herself as she lay completely exhausted.
In less than seven hours, she would have to report as Captain of the USS Voyager and she had no doubt that she would be in her best mood after experiencing such a compelling orgasm. She sighed at the thought and then felt a churn in her heart and a feeling of loneliness. Her heart wanted a lover, deeply and passionately, yet her mind knew better. She would be Captain of an entire crew, when would she have time for love? And she couldn't date any of her crewmen; that would be unprofessional. As she always did in times where she felt this way, she suppressed her deepest desires with the reminder of her duties to the Federation, to her crewmen, and to all those in the Universe whom she had a moral duty to help. She sighed at her self-sacrifice and accepted her abnegation of erotic lesbian sexual affairs for the sake of a greater cause. Besides, she was the master of her dreams and no one could take them away from her.
She forced her eyes closed and after what seemed like hours, she drifted to a dreamless sleep.