Mature audience only. Silly and ridiculous sexual situations.

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Janeway's lithe body coiled around her latest lovers. She was draped over a gigantic golden throne-like bed, which had a back like an enormous peacock tail. It appeared to undulate with her every quiver and quake. Like a queen bee, she kept several crewmembers, including Harry, close at hand and they obediently waved ostrich feather plumed fans gently in her regal direction. She exalted in the glory of her enshrined state, the entire proceedings revolving around her.

Her costume strapped her in leather, lace, and metal studs with black boots that ended mid-thigh giving way to fishnet stockings suspended from her corset. Her once-red locks were colored jet black and tousled about her head and shoulders.

Other crew members were dancing suggestively, but many were simply making passionate love with utter abandon to whoever was nearby. It had become a routine sight.

She was finishing with dark Teal'c and blonde Callisto when she became aware of Michael's bawled recriminations.

"You've become as the Great Whore of Babylon. Oh, the shame of it!" he howled.

"Somebody shut him up!" she barked, pulling her mouth away from lovers of the moment.

Harry, the eternal ensign, dressed in straps and a studded collar, pleaded submissively, "We can't Mistress! The Holodeck is mal…"

"Yes, malfunctioning! I know! Somebody fix the Holodeck! Now! B'Elanna, get off your knees and away from Aeryn Sun and June Robinson, or I'll have you keel hauled! Gag Sullivan, now! Col. O'Neill, fix your mullet, Sullivan is yours!

O'Neill rubbed his hands together briskly. "Yo! I'm on it!"

"I betcha I can fix your Holodeck, Capt'n!" Kaylee volunteered cheerfully. Inara's languid eyes and Jayne's lustful stare followed the girl as she rose. "You sure have a shiny ship here."

"Send my best regards to 'Captain Tight Pants', Kaylee, dear!" said Janeway, her mood shifting as Scorpius and Xena approached her.

"Now, do it!" She laughed at the twist of her familiar command. "I mean, fix the Holodeck! I need more lovers!"

Chakotay looked up slowly, not wishing to see any more. He was shaking inside.

Above her shrine were multiple tiers of balconies stuffed and overflowing with bodies thrashing and moaning.

"I think this is Ming's throne room." Tom informed Chakotay. "Or maybe it's the Imperial Chamber."

"Who? What?" Chakotay asked, shaking his head.

"Never mind. Hard to say. But, I think she's really gone nuts this time!"

"What was your first clue?"

"Bring me the Maquis renegades," Mistress Janeway ordered, pointing a long nailed finger at both Tom and Chakotay.

The pair were brought to her and shoved to their knees in front of the sex-crazed Captain.

"Remove their garments!"

"Hey!" Tom protested as their clothes were shredded, but not removed by the obedient slaves. "I'm not a Maquis!"

"Thanks, Tom." Chakotay deadpanned, cursing Tom's sudden but inevitable betrayal.

"You! You are their leader!" she said, putting the toe of her stiletto-booted foot on a bare spot of Chakotay's shoulder.

"Captain, listen to me! You are under the influence of an alien…" Chakotay attempted.

"Silence! I do the talking here," she said as she snapped a whip.

"What happened in that Captain Proton program, Tom!" Chakotay husked an aside at Tom.

"I don…"

"Where is Lestat?" she demanded.

"Ah, he was slain by a blonde teenage girl" Vorik told her, "when she was making love to Mr. Giles and Jackie Mason."

"Fool! I warned Lestat about her!"

She regarded the two men at her feet.

"Neither of you has obeyed my commands! There must be punishment," she smiled slyly.

"You, Captain Chakotay of the renegade vessel Val Jean," she said seductively. "You amuse me! I will take care of your punishment myself. Guards, take Paris to Neelix and Ayala…

"Oh, not again!" Tom complained gaining a glare from Janeway.

"…and introduce him to some of our new friends! Where is that Gil Grisom?"

"He's with Scully, Mulder and of course, Skinner and the Smoking Man." John Crichton responded, looking up from his new friends, Mason and Rube.

"Come on Chakotay!" she pleaded breaking character, "You play the Maquis bad boy and I'll be the virgin Starfleet Captain!"

"That would take some imagination, Captain!" Tom said, not being able to stop his smart mouth.

"Before I punish you, Chakotay, you must first watch! Tuvok! Attend me!"

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Chakotay thought he could handle all he would see in Holodeck One. He thought he could steel himself against anything, knowing it was an outside force was responsible for all the outrageous behavior of the last—however long it had been. But seeing Kathryn tumbling with Tuvok in the midst of other writhing crew members and debauched 20th Century characters was more than he could stand. Something snapped in his brain.

Chakotay lunged at Tuvok, breaking the grip of his startled guards. Tuvok easily rebuffed Chakotay's anger-driven, semi-alcoholic attack and locked his hand onto Chakotay's face.

…. …. …. ….

Suddenly, Tuvok was in his mind, the pair melded as one. Their past differences melted and Chakotay could only see how much they had in common. Tuvok was a strong, spiritual man, who sought knowledge and self-improvement. He was dedicated, humble, duty bound, loyal and, in his own way, held deep love for all in his charge. Chakotay was not sure where one of them began or the other ended but he felt foolish that he had never realized how simpatico he was with the aloof Vulcan.

Tuvok had made it a point to link Janeway with them both and Chakotay was elated, yet still confused by her. The simple fact was she loved him, as much as he loved her. She burned for him, thought about him often. But she was Kathryn Janeway! Responsible leader to this crew. Upstanding and obligated to be a symbol of all Starfleet ideal. She would not allow herself something she considered luxury.

'A necessary luxury', Chakotay insisted through the meld.

"I don't deserve it!" she told him.

"Of course you do! Every does!"

"It's my fault! Everything! It's all my fault we're in the Delta Quadrant!"

"We did what we had to do. Everyone understands that."

"Logically…"

"My fault…"

An amazing rush of information and emotions surrounded Chakotay as he blended into Janeway and Tuvok. He lost track of time and space. Then he was locked in Kathryn's embrace and only hers. Tuvok was gone.

Now, she was there, loving him the way he had only dreamed. She had shed her ridiculous garment—and her ridiculous Starfleet pretences—and they made love as if the Universe was only a far away fantasy and their union was the only reality.

TBC…