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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......

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