THE BADLANDERS
by
vanhunks
[March -April 2005]
Warning: This story contains scenes of consensual and non-consensual explicit sexual content and language between adults and other non-consenting individuals, scenes of rape, incest, etc. Please be advised that if you do not like stories of this nature, that you don't read. If you wish to read this story, you must be 18 [eighteen] and older
A story set in the Badlands in which Chakotay is painted very, very dark and quite evil. On the Liberty they engage in deviant orgies amongst other things. When Voyager is destroyed in the plasma turbulences, only ten crew survive, among them Kathryn Janeway, captain of Voyager. They become Chakotay's prisoners being prepared for slave trading on worlds inside the Badlands.
29 parts, link to the next chapter at the end of every part.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Janeway and Chakotay.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Scenes of very explicit consensual and non-consensual sex.
Summary: In this universe, Chakotay is a very, very bad man.
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THE BADLANDERS
PART ONE
"A starship captain, Chakotay?"
"Yeah."
"Who is it? Who?"
"Keep your eye on the engines, Torres. They might explode in your face, and we wouldn't want the Liberty to blow her engines now, would you?"
"You're not answering my question."
Like lightning Chakotay turned on her. She struggled to remain neutral to his appearance. He looked rugged, the muscles straining against the leather jacket he wore, the dark trousers that did little to conceal his magnificent crotch, the leather belt that sometimes when she became intractable, lashed unceremoniously against her butt. He stood hands on his hips and stared her down.
"Who is the head of the Liberty again?" he barked.
Chakotay got that look again. The way he squared his shoulders, the way his eyes fixed on her, expecting her to challenge him, the way those same eyes glowed with heat just behind the dark pupils... She had an idea that they caught a very big fish this time. Torres shrugged, expelled a sigh.
"You are, Chakotay."
"That's good, Torres. Never challenge my authority."
"But - "
The next moment her eyes bulged and her face swelled. Chakotay's fingers clamped tightly round her throat and he squeezed the breath out of her. It was always best not to struggle. Once before she had become unconscious because she fought him and he had simply waited until she fell to the floor in a heap. When he let up only a little, she choked and coughed.
"What did I say?" he hissed.
"You are the leader."
"Don't...let me remind you again. Get that?" he rasped, the heat in his eyes exploding into a ball of fire so that the dark pupils glowed dangerously.
His fingers released their grip and for a moment her head swam from the dizziness. Chakotay wouldn't kill her, that she knew, but he could come very close to it, every time. Rubbing her neck with one hand, fingers of the other hand on the console in front of her, she kept her attention on the Liberty's decrepit engines.
Chakotay wasn't going to tell her a thing until he was ready and she was burning with curiosity. She knew better than to invoke his ire again. He was their leader and he kept them safe here in the Badlands. This was the way he operated every time they captured a Federations. Chakotay would deliberate silently for hours thinking out ways best to punish the hapless Starfleet officers. Some died from their wounds and privation, others died trying to escape and still others simply caved in and did his bidding. That was what they liked best. Complete obedience from their captives. Those who were good, stayed on the Liberty and other Maquis ships; others were traded on homeworlds on the other side of the Badlands where their owners treated them well...
This time, it was a sleek little ship Paris would have given his eye teeth to fly. Voyager followed them into their lair and paid the price. Out to capture one Maquis, the intrepid ship got upended by Chakotay.
She smiled to herself. No Federation ship ever made it through the Badlands. Voyager came the closest. All they had to do was shoot into the plasma turbulences and it cooked up a royal storm that
disabled Voyager's critical systems while the Liberty and the Limpet, Tom's pet shuttle peppered the hapless ship. It exploded into a shower of debris, but not before Chakotay transported a few of them off the ship. Now, they got ten of one hundred and forty survivors on the Liberty, and the captain was one of them.
Torres's eyes filled with heat. If the captain it was a male... They had ingenious ways of torturing male captives. She had one of those toys herself, tied to her bedpost in her quarters. Whenever she felt in the mood, she'd get Dickson up and he'd be in her mouth; she suck him off first until her screamed with pleasure. He had quickly learned to hold his erection for long periods, keeping her satisfied until she was spent. He was putty in her hands but sometimes she liked him fighting her, keeping his loins heated and her pussy serviced. That was after Chakotay, Ayala, Bandera, Suder and Li Park had done him in first. It was their way to get the captive to comply. Now, he serves as her toy. Dickson, the Dick, she called him. Nowadays he worked himself impressively into a frenzy when she entered her cabin for fear she might bring in the rear. She smiled to herself again. A few times when he refused, the men came in to help. After they were through with him, he had to contend with her own voracious Klingon appetite.
The ten Voyager captives were in the small cargo bay. No one dare touch them. Chakotay carried a Klingon d'k tagh he uses to swift effect if any of the Maquis got to the prisoners first. That was the captain's privilege. And boy, Chakotay used those privileges.
Torres sighed. Chakotay has never fucked her. Sometimes she exploded with jealousy whenever he had a female captive. He'd make her watch the master at work as he got the wretched woman squirming within minutes. Most times he never bothered with niceties, the woman screaming as he violated her.
"I don't have time for niceties, Torres," he said one night after he practically forced himself into the poor ensign, so young and untrained. "This is as good a way as any to break her in so she can he well oiled when we trade her with the Gorayans."
She had little time to feel sorry for the prisoners. Sometimes Chakotay would just throw her down himself, rip off her pants and spread her legs. Her heart with race, her mouth drool with anticipation, waiting for him to fuck her. Then he'd look at her pussy for long minutes before sinking his teeth into its soft fleshy folds. She'd squirm under him, instantly and uncontrollaby dripping with her juice, spilling liberally into his mouth. He'd work her pussy, licking, sucking her, forcing his tongue as far into her slit as he can, press her swollen clit's folds away and with his dry fingers rub her clit until she cried out from pain and pleasure. Then suddenly the rubbing would stop, and she'd cry out again hoarsely the second his lips laved the tender nub, gently licking her until the passion became unbearable and she would arch so high he had to press her down, chewing away at her orgasm. He'd remain lie that after she collapse, his face in her pussy for several minutes before he would start up again, repeating the agonising pleasure of eating her pussy.
But he never fucked her. Not her pussy. Not her ass. Never her mouth.
She wanted him. Wanted him badly.
And Chakotay knew that. It's why he gave her Dickson the Dick so she could jerk off with him before he made her watch him work. That way she'd have her own passion dampened by having been fucked by Dickson all afternoon so she could participate without wanting to jump in in making his new toy obedient.
"Is it a female?" she ventured, unable to curb her curiosity.
"Her name is Janeway," he said at last, after his heavy, brooding silence. "Kathryn Janeway."
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END PART ONE