CONTROL

It was a normal day on the bridge of the USS Voyager, Captain Kathryn Janeway sat flicking absently through the information on a PADD. It hadn't been the most interesting of weeks and Janeway was about ready to start taking her frustrations out on other people but being the captain she didn't really have that option, she always had to be in charge, she always had to be the consummate professional, in command at all times. She sighed causing Chakotay to shoot a worried glance at her sideways.

Before he could say anything the Turbo lift doors opened with their characteristic WOOSH and everybody's jaws dropped. B'Elanna Torres walked through the door heading for Janeway's chair, the reason for the incredulous looks she was getting became clear. She was dressed in a skin-tight leather warriors outfit and had obviously come from the holo-deck, she was sweaty and breathless. There were a few minor cuts across her arms and chest.

Well I was looking for a diversion Janeway said to herself, her voice was amused as she addressed her Chief Engineer."Lieutenant what was so urgent that you couldn't stop and change."

"Well Captain, there's something I've been meaning to do for a while."

"What is it?"

The Klingon smiled and Janeway felt a shiver pass through her as she moved closer.

"Computer erect a level 10 force field around the Captains chair, locked to my personal command code"

The force field shimmered into existence, Janeway stood up angry,"What in hell are you doing?"

"What we both want."

The Klingon pulled her unwilling form into an embrace and roughly kissed the captain who despite the rough treatment felt her body respond to the other woman.

On the other side of the force field everyone was looking at each other confused, shocked into immobility, they couldn't decide if they wanted to try to override it or watch.

Meanwhile B'Elanna ran her hands intimately over the Captains body, squeezing her breasts hard enough to make her whimper."I've been watching you. You've been hoping that someone else could take control, that someone else could take charge ... well guess what bitch, your dream is about to come true."

Janeway moaned into the other womans mouth and ran her hands around B'Elannas back to cup her ass. Her hands were caught in a vice-like grip, she cried out in pain."Did I say you could touch me bitch?"

Janeway shook her head, instinctively knowing that she wasn't supposed to answer. She was pushed towards her command chair.

"Pull down your pants!" Unhesitant she responded instantly, B'Elanna sat on her chair and motioned for Janeway to lie down across her lap.

The bridge crew watched stunned as The Captain willingly lay down and prepared to be spanked, willingly.

"You've been a very bad girl Kathryn and you know what we do to bad girls don't you?" With all the strength the Klingon could muster she brought her hand down on the Captains pert buttocks with a sound like a thunderclap. For ten minutes straight Janeways ass was spanked until it was red and raw."Get up."

Janeway stood, making no attempt to pull up her pants.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you."

"Good Girl!" B'Elanna stood up and ripped open the Captains tunic exposing her breasts to the still-immobile bridge crew. Biting hard on the erect nipples she clawed hard down the Captains back."Do you want me to hurt you?"

There was no need for her to answer because they both knew what it would be.

"Put your hands on the chair and lean forward."

The Captain did as she was told, her ass stuck up in the air, tits hanging freely, swaying slightly.

B'Elanna sank her teeth into Kathryns shoulder blade at the same moment she rammed three fingers roughly into her dripping sex. Kathryn's cry of pain was not exaggerated but that kind of thing could not be permitted."Don't make a sound!"

Kathryn's breath was hitching in her chest as she endured the pumping fingers waiting for her next punishment, it wasn't long in coming. B'Elanna thrust all four fingers inside the Captain but the worst was to come, as with the next violent thrust her thumb entered. The Klingon's whole hand was in the Captains pussy, deeper than anyone had ever been before. Slowly she clenched her fist and pushed in deeper until most of her wrist was inside too.

Kathryn was trying not to scream, unfortunately that meant that she wasn't breathing and she suddenly started seeing stars. A hand roughly twisted her breast and brought her back from the abyss,"Don't you dare pass out bitch." The fist that was stretching her began to pump in and out, getting faster and faster, harder and deeper. Kathryn looked up into the faces of her friends and crew, tears of silent pain and humiliation spilling down her face. Her tits were bouncing painfully around with the amazing force of B'Elanna's thrusts but what was more amazing was the fact that she was pushing back with her hips to meet the other woman's thrusts, driving B'Elanna's fist deeper.

"Touch yourself!" Came the gravely growl from behind her, Janeway lifted one arm from the chair, and slipped it between her labia flicking her fingertip across her clit. Her heart began to beat faster with her impending orgasm. A hand snaked its way up her back grabbing a handful of hair pulling her head up so that she was forced to meet the gazes of her crew, while an industrious tongue slipped between her ass cheeks caressing the puckered opening.

Janeway did cry out with pain. When her muscles contracted around the fist deep within her she screamed, was it only pain or was it her pleasure too?

B'Elanna pulled her hand from the Captain's body and let the mostly nude figure drop to the floor before disabling the force field and leaving the way she had come. Captain Kathryn Janeway stood, putting her clothes back in order. Rubbing the tears roughly from her face, she turned to look at her stunned crew. Smiling at them she spoke.

"Computer, End Program."

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