Part Four

"Seven," I greeted, as she strolled into my quarters. Wow, my Kathy, and this cybernetic goddess?

"You requested my presence Counsellor," she said simply.

I frowned, "Please drop the formalities. I called you here to discuss a personal matter."

Her jaw clenched, "This is an unacceptable use of my time. INEFFICIENT."

I think the poor woman may have been able to use some psychotherapy, but I wasn't there to do my job, no, I had a bet to win.

"I'm afraid I learned of your transgression," I stood to face her, "you had sex with my woman, and that's unacceptable."

"Yes," she said coldly, "the Captain and I engaged in intimate relations."

I swallowed my smile, "Could you demonstrate?"

"I … don't understand."

"Me neither," I agreed, inwardly proud of my obvious ploy, "which is why I need to know exactly what happened. I believe you have eidetic memory."

"Indeed," I could have sworn I saw a smile on her lips, "I will recount exactly what happened."

I touched my finger to my lips, "There's an old adage 'actions speak louder than words'. Pretend I'm the Captain, and please, spare no details."

She approached me, and began to remove her cat suit.

"I will comply."

Meanwhile, Kathy entered Engineering and sought out B'Elanna. She smiled to see the Engineer in a rage, and having poor Lt. Carey licking her boots clean.

"Captain," B'Elanna said, startled.

"As you were," Kathy replied, "B'Elanna, I need to see you, immediately, regarding a personal matter."

The Klingon nodded, and motioned for Kathy to follow her to the second level.

"You said you had something to discuss," her voice shook; secretly B'Elanna was terrified of her Captain. In meetings she avoided her gaze, and never accepted dinner invitations, and in the early years there were a lot of them.

Kathy placed her hands on her hips, "It's about Christina."

A flush highlighted B'Elanna's ridges and she stared at her freshly cleaned boots.

"Is there something you wish to confess?"

"I'm sorry Captain," she whispered, "Tom and I are on the rocks, seeing as how he's doing Harry, and Christina had been making veiled innuendoes, so one night we … consummated our desires."

Kathy did her best to remain serious, "And you expect me to believe you only fucked her once?"

"Well, we were involved for a bit. I'm so sorry Captain. You should know I haven't seen her in a while."

"It doesn't matter, "Kathy grabbed B'Elanna fiercely by the shoulders, "now you tell me, how you plan to make it up to me?"

"Ma'am," B'Elanna looked at Kathy, confused.

"She was unfaithful, it's only fair I be afforded the same rights as everybody else."

"Are you…" B'Elanna folded her arms, "propositioning me?"

"Well, I'd rather not make it an order."

"You can't do that," she argued.

"Oh can't I," Kathy said softly, "and just who do you think is going to disobey me?"

B'Elanna was stuck between a rock and a hot place. She wondered what strange desires lay hidden behind those blue eyes.

"Can you handle me," she challenged Kathy.

Kathy pushed her to the ground and bit her cheek, "It's not me I'm worried about."

My back arched as Seven coaxed another orgasm from me. Her Borg enhanced hand buried deep within my thighs.

"Are all the Borg like this," I asked, gasping for breath.

"I am unique."

I sighed, "Too bad."

"Well, after her fourth climax the Captain was exhausted and excused herself," Seven explained, monotone.

"Wait a minute," I said, "didn't she reciprocate?"

"No she did not."

I had to smother a laugh. My Kathy really was the Pillow Queen Queen.

"Would you like to experience the same pleasure you've brought me?"

"It would be an interesting experience," she thought for a moment, "and another way to explore my humanity."

B'Elanna nearly hit her head on the Jeffries Tube ceiling when Kathy jerked her body with another orgasm. They were in a remote section of Deck Seven, Kathy lying on top of a pant-free B'Elanna. Sweat pooled beneath them, the scent of sex in the air.

"Had enough," Kathy asked, lifting her head.

B'Elanna growled, "I think five is enough for today."

A chuckle came from Kathy's lips.

"It's fucking hot in here."

"Agreed," replied B'Elanna, "perhaps we should relocate."

"Nope," Kathy said, "unless you're up for more. I don't want you to return the favour."

"Oh," B'Elanna thought surely the Captain was a bottom, "well, thanks for what, uh, what just happened."

"A one time thing, Lieutenant," Kathy informed B'Elanna, "I had a wager with Christina. To see who could cheat first, and I believe I've won."

Well, that pissed off the half-Klingon just a little bit.

"A bet? Are you fucking serious?"

"Yes," Kathy answered, passing B'Elanna her clothes, "but I did enjoy this experience."

"Well, I'm glad you did," B'Elanna got dressed and pushed passed Kathy, not saying a word, and exited the tube. Kathy sighed, a satisfied smirk on her face. She wondered what her demand would be.

B'Elanna fumed all the way to the Mess Hall, her blood pumping. How dare my Kathy take advantage of her, and her sexual addiction. Worst of all, the only free chair was at Seven's table.

"Mind if I join you?"

"If you insist," Seven replied, taking a sip of Nutritional Supplement Beta Twelve.

B'Elanna sat with a thud and started viciously attacking her lunch.

"Are you upset Lieutenant?"

"I'd rather not talk about it," B'Elanna gruffly replied.

"Then you sat at the right table," Seven rebutted, "since I do not wish to disclose my emotions."

"Good," snapped back B'Elanna, and they sat in silence for several moments.

"So, what happened to you Seven?"

"Someone made a wager with someone else regarding me," she explained cryptically, "and I feel very insulted."

"Funny, I had a similar thing happened to me," B'Elanna smiled, "let me guess, Christina came to you and convinced you to sleep with her?"

"That is correct," Seven thought for a second, "then you would be the one the Captain approached, did you engage in intimate relations?"

Blush flooded her face, "I did."

"This is not acceptable."

"Agreed," B'Elanna felt her temper rising, "we need to teach those two a lesson about respecting women on this ship."

"That is the most efficient way to punish them. I will comply with any plans."

"Excellent."

So little did I know that Kathy and I were in for it. In fact, we both had no idea. We had lived out a fantasy, and it lead us to explore other ones. The same night we met in my quarters, to settle the wager, and, like all of Kathy's wisdom, it came from a technicality.

"Seven and I started having sex at nine hundred fifteen hours," I said, smiling with victory, "and you didn't start until nine hundred thirty two hours."

"Why are you smiling," Kathy asked, "when I won. The best was to see who could fuck first, not be fucked. You didn't fuck anyone until nine hundred fifty seven."

My jaw dropped, Kathy was right. Oh damn. I wondered what sort of request she'd have for me.

"Fine," I relented, "you win."

"Goody," she thought for a moment, "I could ask that you do something horrible, like bedding Chakotay."

"Hell no," I waved my hands, "if you request is Chakotay I choose suicide."

"Oh, he's not that bad."

"Please, even you must hate his idiotic behaviour."

"I expected his stupidity," she explained, "but I never thought it'd be this bad, so long, and so frequent."

I smiled, "I guess not all pain is gain."

"Certainly not, but I'm not sure about my demand, not yet. You'll just have to wait."

So I waited, one week and than two. But then Kathy and I were victim to revenge, and that started a whole mess. Of course the blame is all Chakotay's, after all - he did throw Kathy for a loop.

"Captain, can I have a word with you," he asked, upon entering her Ready Room.

Kathy controlled the urge to roll her eyes, "Of course Commander."

"Crewman Ro and Chell are both applying for a transfer to Engineering," he looked pained, "and I don't know what to do. The console you programmed to tell me what to do couldn't figure it out."

"Ah, the console," she smiled at her genius, the console next to his chair telling him what to do, "well, it would look bad if you were completely incompetent."

"There's something else," he looked around the room, as if someone might overhear them, "sexual activity on this ship has increased exponentially. Especially homosexual activity."

"Really," she put her hand on his shoulder, "just because women don't like you doesn't mean they're gay, sane mostly. I think this has something to do with your perception. Chakotay, do you know what the common flaw in all of your failed relationships is?"

He shook his head.

"You."

"Maybe," he looked sad, "it seems like everyone on Voyager is getting laid but me."

"Thank fucking God," Kathy muttered.

"Kathryn" Chakotay said in his pretend man voice, "you know I love you?"

"Give up," she snapped, "somehow hanging in there makes you look like an even bigger loser. I'll never go for you Chakotay, and you know that. Please, if there is any good in the Universe you'll stop."

"Okay."

Kathy went to my quarters that night, a holo-imager in hand. She told me the Doctor had asked her to fix it. Whatever. I had plans tonight.

"Kathy," I began, "I want to replicate a … device for our pleasure."

"Oh," she replied, "what did you have in mind?"

I explained to her the concept of a strap-on.

Her mouth gaped open, "You want to replicate what?"

"Come on. If you don't like it I'll get rid of it."

She paused in thought for a moment, "Okay."

I typed a few commands into the computer, and held up the device.

"You know, darling," she looked nervous, "I haven't really had sex in like, six years. That's a long time. And what, you replicate twelve inches?"

"Kathy," I chuckled, "do you suffer from penis envy?"

"Envy," she laughed back, "I'm afraid the damn thing might eat me."

We both had a good laugh and Kathy insisted she be the one to wear it.

"My demand."

"Okay," I paced around her, and picked up the holo-imager, "you know, Tom and I were talking about porn on the Holodeck, and how many people load their databases up with it. I know its broken, but we could pretend we were making a holovid."

She smiled devilishly, "Absolutely."

Little did we know what was really going on. Somewhere in the bowels of Voyager a Borg and a Klingon were watching and recording. There was nothing wrong with the camera. We'd been set up. In two hours the video of Kathy fucking me with a twelve inch purple dick was all over the ship - though strangely enough never to Chakotay - and in three days would go back in a datastream to Earth.

Well, a copy did hit the desk of Admiral Paris, in the form of a report. He was not very impressed, and not the least bit turned on. Apparently the Paris family flag had a large rainbow streak. But I have to ask a question, who's the fucking guy who decided to tell the Admiral?

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