Message-ID: <5343eli$9711011927@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: scatwoman@aol.com (ScatWoman) X-Good-Total-Length: yes Subject: ST:Voy:Unc #3 (F, b/d, implied, setup) 1/? Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971101043300.XAA10410@ladder01.news.aol.com> NOTE: This episode takes place before Kes ascended and crap... Voyager Uncensored: Episode 3 Part 1 Here it is. Another part of the continueing Voyager Uncensored Series. I urge you to go out and read Episode One: Mommy (written by me, Pussy Willow) and episode two: Lost and Found (written by [MG]). Then come back and read this. Don't read this. That's right I'm telling you not to. I know thst if you really want to, you'll do it anyway and if you're just looking for something to bitch about well, I warned you didn't I? Otherwise, if you must read, enjot. Note: there is not as much sex here as my usual posts. This is devoted to set up. There is some sex, mostly solo stuff though, so be warned. ...................... :derosnecnU regayoV 3 edosipE 'Backwards' "Captain, please... understand... we are not equipped to handle a shipload of people, lust-ridden and randy as they are. Besides, the Kazon would...." Janeway got out of the seat, just barely, and tried to stand at what she thought would be a foreboding stance, just a few feet from the viewscreen. Her feet hurt and her legs felt like jello. Only a few buttons on her uniform were buttoned - the rest let were undone, letting Paris, who was sitting across from her, mouth agape, watch to catch a glimpse of a nipple or even a belly button. She wore no underwear anymore. It just seemed to get in the way. "I'm not interested in understanding, Mister Kellan. I don't care about your equipment - " she stopped and smiled. "At least not in the way you suggest. My crew is frayed and we need shore leave and I intend to do whatever is in my power to grant them that. And I certainly am not concerned with your Kazon masters." "I like you, Mistr.... Captain Janeway. Perhaps I could come over personally and we could discuss it more." Janeway nodded enthusiastically. "I like that idea, Kellan. But how could you trust us?" She smiled as confusion played across Kellan's face over the viewscreen. "You would expect, in a situation like this, to have a sort of swap, wouldn't you say? As a gesture of good faith?" "Hmmm... tell me more." "A woman. Old in body but young... in... years." "Go on." "Blonde, beautiful... very energetic. The sweetest -" "Top or bottom?" Janeway smiled because she knew already she had won. "Bottom." "Prepare me quarters - I'll be over as soon as the Ion storm is passed." "Excellent. And to sweeten the deal more, to encourage you to say fuck the ion storm...." Janeway glanced sideways at Paris. It took a while for it to dawn on him, one Janeway's breast was showing its rock hard nipple. "No," he said. "Its not necessary. He already agreed. There's no need to -" "A man. A bottom too. They are a nice team, actually. The man is a little uppity. Your matriarchs may have fun bringing him to heel." She emphasized the word heel. "Very interesting. I'm sure they will. Tomorrow then?" "Yes, tomorrow. And I look forward to viewing some holo-vids when this is all over with." He nodded and reached forward. The viewscreen shut down. Paris was nearly weeping at her side. But his penis was rock hard and she knew he liked the idea. Just how much she would know when she saw the results. "God I need a rest," she said. She walked slowly to the turbolift. She needed to talk to someone. Someone who wouldn't be drooling at her whenever she turned away. Tuvok was the closest to that she could find, and even he had changed since they entered S-Space. Entered and left quickly again, she mustn't forget that. Whatever force had altered the crew's libido was long gone. The affects, however, had stayed for months. The turbo lift was a simple example of the change. In one corner a pair of regulation panties lay crumpled. On the back wall was written "Don't bring back the men!" No matter how much they tried, they weren't able to get it off. It was written in some kind of strange marker. The line itself was a remnant from the few short hours the Q2 had made all the men disappear. What a great few hours, though. And Janeway again felt herself near arousal. She didn't think it possible after the marathon sex the entire crew had had but she was. If there was something deep laying hidden in her subconscious to bring this about, like Dr. Freud had suggested, than it was massive. "Level 9," she said and the turbolift whirred into action. Kes was several levels from the bridge, blissfully unaware of her impending fate. She had walled down the hall from her own quarters, wearing a conservative (for the ship these days!) mini skirt and a shirt through which, nothing could be seen. It had taken her a long time to hunt for one of those in her closet - they were all buried towards the back. When she was allowed to wear anything at all by Janeway, it usually ended up being more provocative then not wearing a thing. By the time she reached the 7th floor turbolift, one hand was already tracing small circles on her upper thigh. And her pussy was already pretty wet. Kes had a hunch it would get much wetter. She passed the turbolift and kept going. She was supposed to meet Neelix for lunch, but she didn't care. She needed some relief. As she walked, one hand unbuttoned her top while the other inched further up her leg. She stopped short of actually touching her pussy. She was teasing herself. Pretending it was someone else there, making her beg. Her overactive imagination played tricks on her. It was almost as if it was someone else's hand. "Please," she whispered. She nearly ripped the top off, but the last button held and painfully came free. She felt the cool air of the corridor's air conditioning on her breasts, and her nipples, already hard, became painfully erect. She threw the top to her side, and quickly pinched her right nipple. "Oh god," she let out in a loud groan. Tucked in the waistband of her skirt was a long, thick object. It was black and had a little dial on the end that was sticking out. The other end, if it could be seen, was thinner and pointed. As she rounded the corner, blocking her view of the turbolift and anyone who might venture near, Kes undid her skirt and grabbed the vibrator as her skirt slid to the ground. She kicked it away with a quick sideways blow, and fell to the ground, back against the wall. She opened her legs wide and at the same time, brought the tip of her black vibrator up to her lips. Her face was red with excitement as she licked the tip of it, pretending it was alive, human, a man's penis. She inserted it more, as she daydreamed of Paris, of Janeway watching, of LOTS of people watching her do shameful things. She just had to touch her clit. Her hand brushed against her sex, causing her to groan, muffled by the vibrator. She slipped a finger into her pussy, just to feel some sensation there - to see how wet she was. She was very wet. She couldn't stand it anymore and jerked the vibrator down to replace her hand. As soon as it touched her pussy, she screamed in orgasm. It ripped through her so quickly and fiercely that she thought she would faint. She forced herself to stay alert, to feel every wave of pleasure that was running through her. It finally ended. She didn't know how loudly or for how long she had been screaming, moaning, gurgling. But it was over. She wasn't satisfied though, and her hand once again found her sex, beginning the cycle over again. Tuvok was meditating. He was trying to purge unwanted thoughts and ideas from flowing uninhibited through his mind. The meditation proved at least effective enough to stop action, if not actual thoughts. It was a start. No Vulcan, he thought, had had to go through this. Not since they had discarded their emotion and pushed forward. The door alarm sounded. Tuvok would ignore it. Didn't everyone know that he needed to be undisturbed during his meditation? From the other side came a muffled voice. "Open up, Tuvok. I know you're in there." It was that bothersome Neelix. "I want to talk to you. Its about Kes." "Come," Tuvok said, his voice showing his resignation. The door slid open and the ugly, fat little man Neelix came hobbling in. What did Kes even see in him? Tuvok thought. "What is it Neelix? I am a little busy at the moment." "I know you're sleeping with Kes." Was this man that much of an idiot? Tuvok thought. He was the only person NOT sleeping with Kes, that he knew. Of course sleeping wasn't the right word in this case. No, fornication was better. Open, animalistic, wanton, bizarre - Tuvok shook his head. "I assure you, Neelix. I am not sleeping with her. I have some time to go before the cycle." And then it will be bad if we are still wrestling with the libido. "What made you think of me, Neelix? Why me?" "Oh, I don't know Tuvok. It was -" Neelix looked like he discovered something special. "It was... logical." He smiled. Tuvok just nodded. "Well, I can tell you it was not -" "Besides, you'd be the easiest to come to terms with. Logic and all. I just figured I'd start with you." "Ahh, a defense mechanism. So you were hoping it would be me." Tuvok, too, had begun reading Freud after Janeway suggested it. It proved to be a rather interesting analysis of the human mind. "Besides, you can't be that good. Without emotion and all." "Well, then, I am sorry to disappoint you. It is not me. Now may I -" "I just don't understand, Tuvok. She doesn't seem that interested in sex anymore. At least not... normal... sex." Tuvok supposed he wouldn't get any peace until he tried to help out a little. Gave some sage advice. "Perhaps you need to try something different." Like a gang bang. "Like what, Tuvok?" "Hmmm, I do not know. Perhaps what the humans refer to as bondage games. That may prove interesting." "You think Kes would go for something like that, though? I don't know." "I think she will, yes. I mean, it is worth a try." "Thanks Tuvok! You know, I like you a lot better after that nasty S- Space. You're more open." "Yes, thank you. Goodbye." Neelix wanted to say more, but Tuvok quickly turned back to his meditation carpet. Neelix waved silently behind him, and turned and left. the door slid shut behind him as Tuvok tried to regain the lost level of concentration. A second before the door opened, the stark white room reformed once again into the office of Dr. Sigmund Freud. Freud himself looked surprised as the room took on shape in front of him. His big mahogany desk and the soft, luxurious couch his patients sat at, all seemed fake to him. The first time, he had not noticed because of the shock of creation. But this time, he was used to it and he took an active notice of the surroundings. His cigar only currently seemed to be lit. Janeway came bursting through the door. "Doesn't anyone on board ever knock? How did you get past my secretary?" "Look, doctor, you don't have a secretary. You're a holographic simulation." "Yes, alright, if you say so, captain." Captain Janeway was clearly in the throes of a dangerous psychosis. Probably oversexed. Women. "Doctor, I need to understand what's going on here," Janeway said as she lowered herself onto Freud's couch. "Things were ok for a while, but they have not been ok lately. Its getting worse." "Hmmm.... go on." She sighed. "Well, its getting increasingly harder for me to keep order here. Especially when everyone likes the punishment of disobeying. Even myself." "Yes, yes. Go on." "Don't you have an opinion? Anything at all to add?" "You are asking me what I think?" "Yes, god damn it. Yes." "You are getting very worked up. You're not going to masturbate on my couch again, are you? There are other patients than you, you know." "I won't Doctor. Please, what should I do?" Doctor Freud got up from the desk and put his arms behind his back, interlocking hands and looked thoughtful. He paced back and forth and once in a while entered Janeway's sight. "First of all," he said, removing the cigar. "The time of... ummm... sharing with the computer is taking longer. I imagine it must be all of the people who are running their dirty little simulations. I need to be kept up to date." "Yes," Janeway said. "I can do that. Random data files. I could -" Freud shook his head. "No, that will not do. I require that I be kept running for the duration of this problem. I can report to you when something happens that is interesting - like that other Doctor. What is his name?" The Holographic doctor chose that moment to appear in the office. "Captain Janeway. I must tell you that this man is a quack. I wouldn't advice keeping him on all the time." Janeway sat up in the couch. She slumped forward, holding her head in her hands. "How would you know anything about psychology, so called Doctor? Have you been in the trenches, talking suicidal women out of committing the act? have you seen the horrors of turn of the century Europe? Have you?" The doctor looked at Freud, than simply turned to Janeway. "Captain, please. The man slept with his own mother." "I did not you emotion-less... thing. I remarked about a common problem I had encountered in my analysis'. I never said that I had it or that I had slept with my mother. You, however, never even had a mother. You are nothing more than a cold pile of what they call micro-chips." "Oh, look whose talking. Captain I don't have to put up with this." Janeway got up and walked across to the door. "I don't either. Freud, you got what you wanted. To conserve energy, however, you may have to share the holodeck with... others who might want to use it." They were ignoring her. Freud had picked up some ink blots that were lying on his desk. He held one up to the Holo-Doctor. "What is this, to you?" "Why, it's a blot of ink shaped to be in the form of a butterfly. Or, alternatively, two heads talking to each other. Or -" Freud lowered it, exasperated. He was shaking his head. "No, no, no. I mean what is it to you. TO YOU." Janeway quickly opened the door and slipped out. The holo-Doctor looked confused behind her. She would have to figure it out for herself, she thought. She could not expect help there. Her sex stirred again as she made her way down the hall. She wondered what Kes was doing right now, but put it out of her mind. She would see Kes again when the swap was done. And Kes undoubtedly will have learned a thing or two. Sleep. Kes was on the verge of her fourth orgasm. She had the vibrator firmly lodged in her ass now. And it was buzzing happily inside, her pussy was purring in its own way. She was on all fours, her ass high up in the air, her shoulder resting on the ground because one hand held the vibrator in place and the other was busy rubbing violently against her clit. Incredibly she felt herself nearing her fourth orgasm in a half hour. She didn't know how much more she could take. Her body was drained and she was worn out. As she neared the point of no return, she heard a sound coming from the corridor where the turbolift was. Suddenly two small leather boots appeared in front of her. Without taking either hand off herself, she lifted her head up and saw... Neelix was standing there. He was dressed all in black leather. Chains were attached to a lot of different places. One hand brought forth a whip and he drew it and it cracked very near Kes, and she winced. Neelix looked sternly at her as she rubbed herself even harder. She pushed the vibrator in her ass as far as it would go. "Watch me come," she whispered, ashamed of herself but aroused even more at the thought of Neelix catching her and having a whip in his hands. A whip! "Do you like it Kes? I replicated it all from the computers. It seems there was already a design in the computer." "Shhhh," Kes said. "Oh yeah." he cleared his throat. "You must be punished, Kes. you have been a very... naughty girl. " He smiled and giggled as he shuffled closer to Kes. She exploded in her fourth orgasm as he neared enough to see the vibrator in her ass. She babbled something as she came, her pussy running down her leg, her breathing coming in short gasps. The next morning Janeway walked the short hall from the turbolift to Kes' quarters. Near the lift was some woman's top. The buttons almost bursting from the thing. Janeway wondered what precipitated that. She had made it through the night without a sexual incident. And this seemed to make it easier for her to wait it out. Somehow she had to convince Kellan that the Voyager people were interesting enough to let take shore leave on their own little sex farm planet where every one was submissive - if you wanted them to be. It was a hot idea and it made her hot. But she of course was doing this for the safety of her crew. She entered Kes' without even knocking. She knew Neelix would be in the galley so she didn't bother with pleasantries. She found Kes sleeping above the covers, fully naked and with lash marks on her ass and lower back. The sight nearly drove Janeway insane with lust. And jealousy. Who would have done it to Kes? It wasn't her, and that's what bothered her. She slapped Kes on the ass to wake her up. Kes moaned and turned over. Her hair splayed across her chest. Her nipples immediately hardened when she saw Janeway. She smiled and stretched provocatively. "Not this morning, Kes," Janeway said. She sounded slightly frustrated herself, Kes thought. "You have to go on a little trip. It will only be for a couple of days." "Its with Kellan and his people, isn't it?" Kes had thought as much but she wasn't sure she liked the idea. "Yes, Kes. You're going to be our emmisary." Janeway had a bag of Kes' and she was busy collecting things to put in it. A dog collar, modelled after a twentieth century device, complete with studs and points. A butt plug, big enough to fit Kes' now engorged asshole. A chain, to attach to the dog collar. A blindfold, a black ball gag... "Kes, you are going to have to put on a good show over there. We need them to want the rest of our people to come over." After a moments hesitation, Janeway dumped all the contents of the bag onto the bed. "They're likely to have their own supplies," she said. "I'm sorry Kes, my mind is not focusing this morning. I'll miss you." "Can't we have a little fun before I go?" Janeway thought about it a little more and then pushed everything back into the bag again. "No, Kes. I want you in prime shape for them. If that means frustrated and aroused without relief, than so be it." She pushed the bag into Kes' hands. Kes grabbed it and held it against her naked body. "Don't I even get to put anything on? For our trip to the transporter?" "No," Janeway said matter of factly. Kes stammered something but Janeway pulled her off the bed and dragged her to the door. All Kes had to shield herself was the bag. Her bright red ass and lash marks would be there for everyone to see. "Come on," Janeway said as she opened the door. Janeway walked out without even looking around but Kes' head jerked wildly when they emerged, looking to see if anyone was coming. The turbolift opened and once more Janeway simply walked out. Leaving Kes to look around frantically as she emerged. Someone was coming - Ensign Matthews. he had made a pass at Kes before the entire S-Space thing. He smiled as he passed her. She heard a whistle as he caught sight of her ass, no doubt. Janeway pushed the communicator. "Lt. Paris, report to transporter three." There was no answer. But she had ordered Paris to the bridge earlier that morning so he must be there. "Janeway to Torres." She knew Torres was also on the bridge. "Torres here, captain," she said. There was a note of animosity in her voice. "Torres, if Paris is there. I want him brought to transporter room three by any means necessary. Is that clear?" "He is here, Captain. And it will be my pleasure." I'm sure it will. "Thank you, Torres." Janeway resumed dragging Kes along to the transporter. When they finally got there, there was one man manning the controls. He looked at the two of them lustfully as they entered. Kes drew the bag closer to her body. "Kes, damn it, drop the bag right now." Of course she obeyed. "This man is a member of my crew, and as such he deserves to see your hot little body. Is that clear? Kes nodded and blushed from head to toe. "Good. Now turn around for him." Janeway watched as she did, and a wicked grin appeared on the man's face. She would have to relieve him... of duty later or he would be no use. After a moment, Torres dragged a naked Paris into the transporter room. He was fully erect, as always, and blushing. Janeway had not even told Torres to bring him naked, but somehow she had known. Torres turned a malevolent eye to Janeway as she released Paris and turned to walk away. There was unfinished business between the two. Left over from the time when Q2 had taken away the men and Janeway had bested her in a catfight. Torres believed it was unfair. As the door closed behind Torres, Janeway said, "That will be all." Paris whined like a dog beside her. "You'll enjoy this Paris, I think." Janeway horded the two of them up to the transporter pad and handed Kes her bag. They both stood there shivering, but still looking at each other's naked forms. They would be in top shape for what was ahead, Janeway knew. "Energize," Janeway said and in a moment they were gone. It would be a while before Kellan arrived, as he had said he wanted to check out the arrivals, what that meant Janeway could only guess. So she had a little time to go back and get some more rest. A light came on, red, and almost instantly flashed out on the transporter console. The man in charge failed to notice it because he was watching Janeway's ass as she left. Kes felt herself materialize beside Paris, then everything went fuzzy and blanked out again and in a moment she was back on the Voyager. Paris was not beside her and the transporter room was filled with people. She stood with mouth agape as she materialized fully. Nearly everyone there was nearly naked except for a dog-like collar (like she had in the bag) and a chain hanging from their neck. "Welcome back, mistress Kes," Janeway said. She was dressed a little - a leather peek-a-boo bra that highlighted her jutting, hard nipples. A crotchless leather pair of panties completed the picture. Attached to the waist band was some kind of device that had a blinking red light. Another light, a green one, was out. Everyone had these things but they were, on the rest, attached around their wastes in a belt like loop. Leather too. She stepped uncomfortably off the platform, still holding the bag in front of her. Janeway approached her, her head down in respect, looking at her feet. "Mistress, here are your clothes." and she handed Kes a bundle of leather garments. "Thank you," Kes managed. It was the wrong thing to say. Everyone looked at her with mistrust. "I mean, its about time you silly bitch. Now out of my way." They cleared her a path as she walked by, ignoring the gasps behind her as they must have caught sight of her lash marks. When the transporter room door closed, Kes made a dash for the nearest empty room. Something was terribly wrong. To be continued...... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /