HOLOFANTASY III

Kathryn stood staring out at the stars that swept past her window. They were traveling at Warp 9 and everything was quiet. Gamma shift were manning the bridge, and Kathryn knew that she should be asleep, or at least trying to get some sleep. She looked at her clock and saw that it was 3am. She sighed and turned back to the window. She was bored, and knew that boredom frequently resulted in her being reckless. She folded her arms under her breasts and sighed heavily. It had been five days since she had last visited Annika in the cabin, and she was feeling slightly lonely. But she knew that she had become dangerously attached to the holographic woman, and had withdrawn from the program. She knew that she couldn't fall in love with a hologram, despite what the Doctor had told her. She sighed again and turned away from the window. 'Go to sleep Kathryn.' She said to herself, and crossed the room to her bedroom.

She lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Sleep was as allusive now as it had been each night in the last week. She sat up. "Computer lights." She said, and slipped her legs off the bed as the lights came up.

She walked into the main room of her quarters. "Coffee, black." She stated, retrieving the mug from the replicator.

She went to sit at her desk. She might as well get some work done if she couldn't sleep. She keyed on her computer console. "Computer display work reports for the last 24 hours." She stated.

The computer bleeped and pages of text scrolled across the screen, then a table appeared, listing all of the reports that had been filed in that time. Kathryn scanned the list. She had already read all of the important reports, but she thought that perhaps she could find something of interest in one of the routine reports that were submitted at the end of each shift. Her eye settled on one and she nodded. "Computer display Epsilon 5." She said, identifying the report that had been submitted by the ship's computer analyst.

Kathryn had never spent any time with her computer analyst and she wondered if perhaps she should. The report scrolled onto the screen and Kathryn sat back. She sipped her coffee as she read. There was nothing of any substance in the report. No computer errors, or glitches, all the databases had been backed up successfully, no one had any access problems, and security checks were all confirmed. Kathryn realized that she was no longer reading the text and that her mind had wandered again. She put her cup down and rubbed her face with one hand. She stared at the screen. "This has to be one of the most boring reports that my staff have to submit." She said aloud.

Then something caught her eye. It was a breakdown of the holodeck usage. All of the holodeck programs were listed, their size, storage location, author and date of creation. But there was also a time, date and duration of the last use of the program. Kathryn sat up, she hadn't realized that the holodeck programs were logged in such detail, and her heart quickened as she scanned the alphabetic list of names. Janeway 979beta appeared on the screen and the date of last access coincided with the last time that she had been with Annika. She sat back and laughed. 'Why would anyone else have accessed the program?' She thought and rubbed her eyes again.

She scanned the list, of her own programs and saw her holonovel was still listed. She frowned as she looked at the details of the program and saw that it hadn't been accessed in nearly 6 years. She made a note on a padd to have it deleted. She browsed through the list of programs looking to see if anything leapt out at her. Then she decided to sort the files by owner rather than program name. Her heart raced a little faster, and she realized that she was blushing as she scrolled down to the list of programs associated with Seven of Nine. To her surprise there were numerous programs in Seven's portfolio. In fact, there were several screens worth of programs. They were numbered and the only program that had a proper name was simply called Spanish Fly. Kathryn wondered what Spanish Fly was. She frowned, and then continued to scroll down the list. There were 648 programs in the portfolio, most hadn't been accessed in months, several in years. Spanish Fly had been accessed only yesterday, even though it had been created over two months ago. More confusing was that Seven herself hadn't created the program, the Doctors name appeared in the author column.

Kathryn sat back and tapped her chin. She sat forward again and leaned on the desk. "Computer, define Spanish Fly."

"The use of Spanish fly was discontinued in the early 23rd Century. It was a supposed aphrodisiac potion, sometimes put surreptitiously into the drink of a partner to make them sexually interested. It was made from the blister beetle, Latin name Cantharis vesicatoria or Lytta vesicatoria and was highly toxic." The computer said dispassionately.

"Thank you." Kathryn said, stopping the computer from continuing with the definition.

She sat back slightly startled. 'What was the Doctor doing writing a holoprogram for Seven about antiquated aphrodisiacs?' She wondered.

"Computer access holodeck logs." She said.

"Holodeck logs accessed. Holodeck one is in use, holodeck two is vacant."

"Who is in holodeck one?"

"Ensign Chal is running holoprogram home run." The computer said, and Kathryn wondered what that program was about.

"Who is due into holodeck 2 and when?" She asked, grabbing her sweat pants and pulling them on quickly.

"Holodeck 2 is allocated to Lieutenant Tuvok at 05.00." The computer stated.

Kathryn looked at her timepiece as she grabbed a sweater to pull on over her tunic top. It was 04.15, she had time to check out the Spanish Fly program before Tuvok came to use the holodeck. As she left her quarters Kathryn looked around her, she was conscious that what she was about to do was not strictly within the regulations, but she was intrigued. Kathryn saw no one on her way down to the holodeck. She stopped outside holodeck 2 and looked at her timepiece again. "Computer begin holoprogram Spanish Fly." She said quietly.

The computer bleeped and Kathryn walked through the doors into Seven's holoworld. She was slightly surprised to see that she had walked into a simple wooden hut. She went to the window to look out, there was nothing outside the hut but fields. Not even any mountains in the distance. There was no door to the outside anyway and Kathryn realized that the outside of the hut was irrelevant to the program. She looked around her, there was a long sofa against one wall and a simple red wool rug on the ground in front of the sofa. Apart from a small table by the window there was no other furniture in the room. She crossed the wooden floor and went into a small room that was off to one side. It contained a chair and a table, and nothing else. Kathryn went back into the larger room and looked around her. She was thoroughly confused. There was a steep staircase that was attached to one wall and lead up to another level. Kathryn climbed the stairs and went into the room at the top of the stairs. She stepped back in alarm and leaned against the wall outside the room. Then she peered around the doorframe so check that what she thought she had seen, she really had seen.

Inside the small room there was a large wooden bed with a brass head and foot rail. That alone was not shocking, but the sight of a person tied spread eagled to the bed was what had shocked Kathryn. The woman didn't move, she didn't seem to have heard Kathryn walk up the stairs, or if she had, she wasn't taking any notice. She was naked except for the black cotton hood that had holes for the nose and mouth, which was tied at the neck, and covered her head. Kathryn crept back down the stairs again and stood in the middle of the room breathing deeply. She was embarrassed. "Computer end program." She said, and the hut dissolved leaving her standing in the middle of the holodeck.

Kathryn left the room and walked back to her quarters. She was very embarrassed, and when she entered her room she went to sit down at her computer console. She tapped on the keyboard to bring up the list of holoprograms that Seven had accessed in the last week, and saw that Seven had spent a total of 5 hours on the holodeck running the Spanish Fly program. Kathryn sat back. Her face was hot to the touch, and she realized that she was blushing furiously. She stood up and crossed to the replicator. "Coffee, black." She said, and then turned back to the replicator. "Belay that command." The computer bleeped. "Ice cubes in a crystal tumbler." She said, and the cut glass tumbler appeared quickly.

She grabbed it and crossed to her dresser. In one of the cupboards she had a bottle of Irish whiskey. She uncorked the bottle and sniffed it, she couldn't remember when she had last had a glass of the single malt liquor that her sister had bought for her, but she knew that it didn't go off. She poured a small measure into the glass, and then added some more for good luck. Grabbing the glass, Kathryn walked across the room to sit on the sofa. She swallowed a large mouthful of the amber medicine, and then coughed violently. She had forgotten also, how potent the drink was. The image of the naked woman tied to the bed in Seven's holoprogram rematerialized in her mind and she blushed again. "Oh my god." She said, wondering whether she was more embarrassed at seeing the other woman naked, or at knowing that Seven had a sex life. She didn't know the answer to her own question, and she downed another mouthful of whiskey.

Three hours later Kathryn was still sitting on the sofa clutching her cut glass crystal tumbler. She had drunk another two glasses of the fine liquor before she had finally fallen asleep. "Good morning Captain Janeway." The computer said, illuminating the room slowly.

Kathryn groaned and shielded her eyes. "Computer dim the lights." She said and the computer bleeped its acquiescence.

She rubbed her face with one hand and stood up. "Coffee black." She muttered and grabbed for the mug almost before it was fully there.

She went into the bedroom and removed her sweats and underwear, and then walked into the shower room. Twenty minutes later she walked onto the bridge. "Captain?" Harry Kim said, his shift wasn't due to end for another twenty minutes.

"At ease ensign." She said, waving at him as she passed by.

She walked into her ready room and sat down at her desk. "Computer activate EMH channel on the visual communicator." She said, leaning back in her chair.

The Doctor appeared on the screen. "Good morning Captain, or should I say, not so good morning, you look terrible." He said, peering into his screen.

"Thank you Doctor, I didn't have a very restful night." She said, blushing again as she remembered the naked woman on the holodeck.

"What can I do for you? A tonic perhaps?" He asked cheerfully.

"No thank you Doctor, I would like to ask you a personal question, are you alone?" She said.

The EMH looked around him. "Yes I am alone." He said, frowning as he looked back at her.

"I would like to know what sort of extra curricular lessons you are conducting with Seven of Nine." She said, and the EMH looked startled.

"I am sorry?" He said.

"Doctor I know that Seven has come to you to ask about, that she has, that. That there are aspects of her development as a human that Seven has asked you for help with. Like dating for example." Kathryn said, wishing that she had thought the conversation through before she had begun it.

"Yes." The Doctor said, not elaborating any further.

"Well how far along with the dating lessons are you?" Kathryn asked.

The Doctor looked smug. "Do you have a personal interest Captain?" He asked.

Kathryn sat up straight. "No I do not. I am interested as the Captain of this ship to know what you are telling Seven of Nine about dating." She said sternly.

The Doctor looked down at something on his desk. "I see. Well yes, Seven has been to see me to ask questions about developing her sexuality. I believe that she has found someone to whom she is physically attracted, and I have been advising her accordingly." He said.

"Accordingly? Does that include bondage?" Kathryn blurted before she could stop herself.

"Bondage Captain?" The Doctor asked looking genuinely confused.

"What makes you think that Seven is physically attracted to someone?" Kathryn asked, steering the Doctor away from asking her how she knew about the bondage aspect of Seven's sex life.

"Well, a few weeks ago she came to see me, it seems that she had had a sexual encounter. I do not know the details, but she wanted to explore a sexual relationship and asked for some advice."

"So you set her up with a holodeck lover to practice with?" Kathryn asked, she was more curious than she was annoyed.

"Yes, I programmed a holographic lover for her, as she had no idea how to proceed with that and was too embarrassed to ask anyone else for help. Captain this is all confidential information, I hope you will treat it is such." The Doctor said.

Kathryn nodded. "Of course, you have been most helpful." She said.

"I am pretty sure that Seven altered the physical characteristics of the man that I programmed though." The Doctor finished.

"Oh yes she certainly did that Doctor." Kathryn said, and ended the transmission.

Kathryn sat back in her chair. She didn't know if she was relieved that Seven had been asking for advice or not. Then it struck her. The Doctor had programmed a male lover, and Seven had altered the holocharacter to be a female. A pulse of electricity shot through her and ended in her crotch. Her heart was racing, and she sat forward again. Seven was sexually attracted to other women. Kathryn stood up and walked across to the replicator. "Coffee, black, extra strong." She said, and reached for the silver mug.

She stood sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. She felt excited and apprehensive at the same time, and couldn't help smiling. For months now she had entertained thoughts of making love with the former Borg, all that time in the belief that Seven was strictly heterosexual, and now it appeared that she was in fact a lesbian. Kathryn's heart swelled, and her groin contracted in a most pleasurable manner. The door chime sounded. "Enter." She said, turning to face the door and putting thoughts of Seven out of her head.

Tuvok walked into the room. "Good morning Captain. Alpha shift are ready to take over command." He announced.

"Carry on." She said, and went to sit back down behind her desk.

"Captain, I wanted to ask you something." Tuvok said, stepping closer to her desk.

"Yes Tuvok?" She said, smiling up at him.

She really was in a very good mood that morning. "I have noticed that the holodeck schedule is out of date, there are some crewmembers who have had their privileges revoked who are still on the roster, which means that the holodecks are not being used for several hours a week." He said.

"Why have they had their privileges revoked?" Kathryn asked, knowing that Tuvok had informed of any discipline problems, but unable to recall any holoprivilege revoking.

"The following Ensign's had privileges revoked for the following reasons. Callah, 6 weeks for continuously abusing the holodeck schedule. B'Anto, two weeks for failing to report for duty one morning. Leak, 8 weeks for missing an entire day's duty due to excessive synthehol consumption at the last birthday party." Tuvok looked up.

Kathryn wasn't listening to him, her gaze was distant and she was smiling in a strange way. "Captain?" He asked loudly, drawing her attention back to him.

"I am sorry." She said, shaking her head.

"In all seven crew members have had privileges withdrawn." Tuvok stated, passing the padd across to her.

"Well then yes I think you should look into rescheduling the holotime." She said, taking the padd and staring down at it.

"In addition Captain. I have noticed that you have accrued 32 hours of holotime. I was wondering if I could persuade you to take a regular time slot and use it. At your convenience of course." He said.

"Umm, well Tuvok, sometimes I am not able to use my time due to extenuating circumstances." She said, looking up at him.

"I realize that Captain, but there is always a short list of people who are waiting for holodeck time, and so when you are unable to use your time slot, those people can be fitted in. There are 141 crewmembers aboard. There are 168 hours in a week and two holodecks, that is a total of 336 holohours available. With 34 hours each week allocated to training programs and Velocity matches, that allows for each crewmember to have two hours a week holotime, with 20 hours floating. With on average 5 crewmembers with suspended holotime in a given week, that is 30 hours per week of holotime that is not being used efficiently." Kathryn began to laugh.

"Captain?" Tuvok asked, one eyebrow raised questioningly.

"You sound like Seven." Kathryn said, looking down at the padd in her hand.

"Seven did indeed compile this data and bring it to my attention." He said.

Kathryn looked up at him. "I see." She said, her mind was blank.

"She requested a restructuring of allocated time to allow for floating hours that could be used on a first come first served basis." Tuvok stated, his face was expressionless and Kathryn wished that she knew what he was thinking.

"She did?" Was all she could think to say.

"Yes. Seven has used all of her allocated holotime and wished to access the holodecks for training purposes. She ran the analysis of usage in order to ascertain when she could fit in a training session."

"Training?"

"Yes Captain."

"I see."

"May I reallocate time accordingly?"

"Yes Tuvok. Let me know. Perhaps the schedule could be put on a rolling system so that the crew don't have to wait for a week to pass before their next allocated time slot?" She suggested.

"Yes Captain I will do my best." Tuvok said, and left the room.

Kathryn sat staring at the door. She wondered what training Seven had in mind, and then sat back in her chair and allowed her mind to wander.

The door chimed and Kathryn sat up in her chair, she didn't know how long she had been sitting there. "Enter." She called.

The door swooshed open and Seven of Nine walked in. Kathryn blushed from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. "Seven." She stated and stood up.

"Captain." Seven said, as Kathryn walked away from her.

"What can I do for you?" Kathryn asked, wishing that she could stop blushing.

"Icheb asked me to approach you to ask about his progress report." Seven stated simply.

Kathryn turned to face her. Seven was standing with her hands clasped behind her back, her ocular implant raised questioningly. "Ah, yes, I have that here somewhere." Kathryn said, crossing back to her desk.

She was blushing even more strongly as she searched for the padd that held her progress statement on Icheb's progression through Star Fleet training. "Captain are you quite well?" Seven asked.

Kathryn nodded furiously and swallowed a lump that had grown in her throat. "Here." She said, passing a padd to the younger woman.

She daren't look Seven in the eye. She turned away quickly. Seven took the padd and frowned. "Captain? Are you sure you are quite well?" She asked.

Kathryn nodded but couldn't speak. She closed her eyes, wishing that Seven would leave the room. Her mouth had gone dry and yet her throat was constricted with saliva. She needed to cough, but didn't want Seven to become even more concerned about her than she was already. "Thank you Captain." Seven said finally.

Kathryn heaved a sigh as she heard the doors swoosh open and she coughed violently. "Captain?" Chakotay asked.

'Oh won't they leave me alone?' She thought. "I am fine Chakotay." She stammered, coughing between words.

Kathryn sat down on the sofa and coughed some more. "Are you sure you are ok?" Chakotay asked, stepping towards her.

"Yes I am fine." She said, raising one hand to acknowledge him.

"Would you like some water?" Chakotay offered.

"Thank you." She said between coughs.

Chakotay passed her a glass of water and Kathryn drank it thankfully. "Are those reports for me?" She asked as she saw the pile of padds he held in his hand.

"Yes Captain. Gamma Shift passed the padds to me." He said, passing them across to her.

"Thank you I will read them in here. Let me know if there is anything else that needs my attention." She said, effectively dismissing him from the room.

Chakotay left without further comment and Kathryn sat back to look at the reports. She scanned each report quickly, and then saw that the computer analyst had posted a report. She frowned and accessed the report. "Holoprogram access report." Flashed on the padd screen. Kathryn's heart leapt into her mouth.

She scrolled down the screen and saw that her entry into Seven's holoprogram was recorded in the log. "Damn." She muttered and crossed to her desk.

"Computer display holologs for the last 12 hours." She said.

The computer bleeped and the screen filled with pages of data. "Computer locate holoprogram access logs for holodeck 2." The computer bleeped and the screen changed to a table of access times.

Kathryn located the time that she had accessed Seven's holoprogram as 04.21 that morning. "Computer delete log entry, security code Janeway pi alpha omega." She stated.

The computer bleeped again and the line in the database was deleted. Kathryn sat back and sighed. "Save." She stated and the computer bleeped again.

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Kathryn walked into her quarters. That was the longest 8-hour shift she had ever worked. She pulled her jacket off and threw it across the room to land on the sofa. "Computer, access Janeway music program 8." The computer bleeped and the soft strains of Mozart's' Flute and Harp concerto began to play.

Kathryn grabbed the bottle of Irish whiskey that she had left out last night. "Ice in a glass tumbler." She commanded, and the replicator produced a cut glass tumbler.

She poured a generous quantity of whiskey over the ice, and swallowed a mouthful before she could convince herself that it was a bad idea. She topped up her glass and went to sit on the sofa by the window. As the quiet strains of the music soothed her frantic thoughts Kathryn settled back in the soft cushions of the sofa. It had been a long day. Nothing had happened of any note, but she had spent most of the day thinking about Seven of Nine. She rested her head back against the sofa and allowed the music to wash over her.

A few minutes later she raised her head again and looked around her. She felt restless. "Computer access holologs." She said

The computer bleeped. "Is there anyone using holodeck one?" She asked knowing that the holodeck was reserved for Velocity matches at this time of night,

"Negative." The computer replied

"Janeway to Seven of Nine." There was no reply.

"Janeway to Seven?" Kathryn said again.

There was no reply. "Computer locate Seven of Nine."

"Seven of Nine is in holodeck two." The computer stated.

Kathryn's heart jolted. She stood up and crossed to her computer console. "Computer access holologs." She said and the computer bleeped.

"Access holodeck two commands." Kathryn said, as she sat down in her chair.

"Holodeck two is in use by Seven of Nine. Holoprogram Spanish Fly is running." The computer said.

Kathryn felt a surge of energy run through her body. Her thighs tingled and she felt her groin heating up. She tried to push all thoughts of Seven of Nine to the back of her mind, but she couldn't. Her groin was tingling and her nipples were taut buds pushing against the soft lace of her bra. She sighed and shifted in her seat. An image of Annika flitted into her mind. "Computer access holodeck one log." She stated.

"Holodeck one is not in use." The computer stated.

"Access schedule entries for the next two hours." Kathryn said, her voice almost a whisper.

"Holodeck one is scheduled for use by Lieutenant Paris at 19.00 hours." The computer stated.

Kathryn looked at her watch. It was only 5.50, there was over an hour before the next scheduled use. "Computer schedule holodeck two for Janeway, limit 19.00." She stated as she stood up and crossed the room quickly.

Kathryn grabbed her uniform jacket and slipped her feet into running shoes as she left the room. On her way down to level 14 Kathryn only saw two people, one was Naomi Wildman on her way to a cooking lesson with Neelix, and the other was Ensign F'Layshio on her way to her duty shift in Engineering. "Computer begin program Janeway 979beta she said, and quickly entered the holodeck.

It was snowing heavily and she could barely see a yard in front of her face. She zipped up her jacket and stepped forward. Something yielded under her foot and tipped her slightly off balance. She looked down at the pile of snow that she had stood on and then frowned. Kathryn reached down and picked up a fur coat that was covered in snow. She frowned as she looked at it; she had no recollection of such a coat, or of ever leaving a coat by the exit of the program. She suddenly shivered with cold, and quickly wrapped the fur around her shoulders. As she walked forward she tried to remember the last time that she had access the program from the beginning and wasn't able to. A nagging doubt began to invade her mind. Had someone else been in her program? She wondered. She pressed on through the snow. The small cabin was just visible through the snow and Kathryn exhaled sharply. It was bitterly cold in the snowstorm but the heat of her body as she thought about the excitement that she was about to experience was enough to keep her moving forward.

Kathryn pushed against the door of the cabin, it was heavier than she remembered, and it took some effort to get into the relative warm of the cabin. Once inside Kathryn looked around her. It was dark and gloomy and cold inside the cabin, and it looked as though no one had been there for some time. In addition there were some things that looked as though they had been moved. A cold shiver ran down Kathryn's back. She went into the kitchen knowing that there would be hot chocolate warming on the stove. There was no light in the small kitchen and Kathryn shivered. She was cold. It was too cold in the cabin. She wondered if she had programmed a power outage to the cottage. She couldn't remember. She crossed to the stove. It was stone cold, so she pulled open the door and peered inside. It was too dark to see anything. "Computer light the stove and raise the ambient temperature by 5 degrees." She said.

There was no response from the computer and Kathryn looked up. "Computer?" She commanded.

There was no response. "Damn." She said and wrapped the coat more tightly around her.

It was far too cold in the log cabin and Kathryn wondered what had happened to the program since she had last accessed it. "Computer pause program." She said.

Nothing happened. "Computer respond." She said again.

Still nothing happened. "Computer?" She called again.

The computer bleeped. "Computer light the stove and raise the ambient temperature by 5 degrees." Kathryn commanded.

A burst of noise signified the computer's complying with her command and Kathryn made a mental note to have the holodeck communication system overhauled. She stood close to the stove as the fire in its belly roared to life. With the fire burning brightly Kathryn slowly began to feel the benefit of the heat. She pulled the pan of chocolate from the back of the stove to the front warming plate, where she knew it would heat up more quickly. She looked around her. Something was wrong but she couldn't put her finger on it. She turned and walked into the larger room of the cabin. The room hadn't changed since the last time that she was there. Kathryn looked around her. "Annika?" She called.

No one replied. Kathryn walked across to the window. She knew that as she had started the program from the beginning Annika would be out in the snow somewhere. She also knew that she had to go out and find her and she crossed to the door. She pulled the heavy door open and was surprised to see Annika standing on the doorstop. "Hi." She said before she could stop herself.

"Hello. I wondered if I could shelter here until the storm has ended." Annika asked, and Kathryn smiled.

"Of course come in." She said, standing to one side to allow the young woman into the cabin.

"I am afraid that it isn't very warm in here yet, but I will get a fire going." Kathryn said, pushing the door closed against the storm.

She rushed across the room to the fireplace. "Is that chocolate I smell?" Annika asked.

Kathryn turned to face her. "Yes, give me a minute and I will get you some." She said, reaching for a box of matches to light the fire with.

Annika walked around the room. "This is a really nice room." She said.

"Thank you." Kathryn said, watching as the flames licked around the firelighter in the hearth.

She dropped her coat to the floor as the flames it into the logs that where piled in the fireplace. "Why don't you go on upstairs and make yourself comfortable?" Annika said, turning to face Kathryn.

"I thought you wanted chocolate?" Kathryn said suddenly confused.

"I can manage that." Annika said seductively.

Kathryn smiled. "Ok, I will be upstairs then." She said, and she crossed the room to the staircase.

As Kathryn quickly moved up the wooden staircase she began to warm to the situation. Her earlier apprehension disappeared as the thought of the activity to come began to heat her blood. "Kathryn would you like marshmallows?" Annika called from the kitchen.

"You chose." She called back, as she reached the top of the stairs.

Kathryn smiled and crossed the bedroom, the small window looked out over a lake and she peered out. She couldn't see anything, but the atmosphere was enough. She turned to face the bed and grinned. She couldn't wait for Annika to reappear, and she crossed the room to the door. Something hit her in the stomach and Kathryn was knocked backwards. She lay on the floor, winded, struggling for breath. Someone was on top of her reaching for her hands, she didn't have time to react. She didn't have time to cry out. She didn't have time to even realize what was going on. Something soft was over her face, blocking out the light, blocking out the air. Her wrists were bound together, and her arms were held as she struggled. Then she shouted, she yelled and she screamed. But her attacker didn't even hesitate and finally Captain Kathryn Janeway was subdued.

Someone had altered her program, and Kathryn burned as she realized that her fantasies had been laid out in all their glory to the intruder. She had no idea what to expect next, or what would happen to her. She was spread eagled on the bed, her wrists bound by soft leather restraints that were tethered to the bedposts, and her ankles tethered to the bottom of the bed by strips of the cotton sheet that had been torn up several minutes earlier. Her captor hadn't intended to restrain her so completely, but she had refused to comply with the instructions that were menacingly whispered in her ear. The hood had been removed but before she had been able to prevent it, a strip of sheet had been tied over her eyes, blocking out the light. Then the final insult was a strip of sheet that was twisted into a pad, and then stuffed into her mouth, preventing her from making any sounds other than growls and grunts.

It had taken only moments for her to be totally over powered, and she was annoyed that she had been so unprepared for the attack that she had been unable to offer much resistance. She lay waiting, breathing slowly, listening intently for any sounds that might tell her what was to happen next. Her sensible mind told her that she had only been there for a few minutes, but her paranoid mind was sure she had been there for much longer. She didn't know if she was alone, or even how many other people might be present in the room. The sound of a soft footstep on the wooden floor made her stiffen in anticipation. It sounded as though the foot was bare, and she knew that her captor had been wearing shoes when she had been attacked. Her breathing became even shallower as she listened intently.

Suddenly she felt a hand upon her breast. The fingers spread, pressing into her soft flesh through the thick material of her jacket. Then she felt the fastener of her jacket being slowly lowered and then unfastened completely. The jacket was pulled open and she twisted slightly, anticipating the grip of the hand upon her breast again. Tantalizing seconds past without any further action, and then she felt something cold and hard being pressed against her face. She realized with horror that it was a knife. A very large, very sharp knife, and she held her breath, not daring to move. Even though she was blindfolded she could tell that her captor was very close to her. She could feel breath on her skin, and she could sense the heat emanating from the hand that held the knife. A restrained snicker made her realize that this was a game, one that was being enjoyed to its fullest, and she knew that she was totally unable to defend herself against any violation that might happen to her.

The knife was moved, its point traveled down her cheek, toying with the strap that held the gag in place, down her chin and across the vulnerable skin of her neck. Not daring to move, not daring to swallow, incase she forced the point of the knife into her skin, she lay on the bed, waiting. One hand gripped the soft material of her tunic top, raising it up from her skin, and then she heard the soft ripping sound as the knife cut into the material, cutting down the front of the tunic, until it was no longer of use as a garment. She released her breath, exhaling sharply, gasping for breath as her ruined tunic was pulled away from her body revealing her naked skin beneath. Now there was only one thing covering her body from the lascivious eyes of her captor. The knife cut into the black straps of her lace bra, slicing through the material with ease, and then she felt the bra being separated into two pieces by the blade.

Her clothing was pushed away from her body, exposing her to the cool air of the room. Nothing happened for several seconds, and she realized that her nipples were hardening in response to the cold. Another gentle snicker informed her that her captor was enjoying watching her suffer this way. The silence was frightening. She could hear nothing except her own heart pounding in her ears. She twisted her body, trying to release the straps that held her, but all she succeeding in doing was to cause them to tighten around her wrists. She groaned loudly, arching her back and pulling her feet upwards in the vain hope that the leg restraints would give way. But they held fast, and she only succeeded in making herself even more uncomfortable.

She tensed as she felt a cold hand rest upon her skin, the fingers pressing into her flesh, and then moving softly over her skin. The tips of her breasts reached up for the fingers that hovered over them, and she gasped as she felt hot breath blow over her skin. Her body began to ache, and she realized that she was becoming incredibly aroused. A gentle stroke of a tongue across her breast, teasing the sensitive skin around her nipple sent pulses of electricity through her body, pooling in her groin, and she writhed against the bed. Lips closed over her nipple and she let go of her fear and relaxed into the stimulation. She felt the weight of another person tip the mattress to one side, and she realized that her captor had finally climbed onto the bed beside her. "This is how it is done." A voice whispered quietly in her ear, the gentle breath on her skin causing more ripples of pleasure to flow through her and she turned her face, hoping that her unspoken plea to be released would be understood.

It wasn't, and she felt hands upon her waistband, the sharp blade of the knife once again went to work to cut away her trousers, separating them into pieces that were discarded to one side. She was now, for all intents and purposes, naked. Exposed and vulnerable, and so incredibly turned on that she felt a single touch would send her over the edge of a shattering climax. The hands that had rendered her clothing now turned their attention to her body, and the lips that had teased her into submission returned to her nipple. Teasing and tasting her flesh with gentle strokes of a warm moist tongue, her captor knew precisely what to do to create shivers of anticipation followed by shudders of pleasure.

She felt her muscles contracting and her hips bucked and she tried to move her body into the path of the roaming hands that were caressing and stroking her exposed body. She groaned and thrashed her head, trying to dislodge her gag and blindfold. Suddenly she felt fingers pressing into her center, gently stroking her hot flesh, pressing against the sensitive bud of her clitoris, and she moved her hips in a rhythm that matched the strokes. She hadn't noticed the lips leaving her breast, and was taken totally by surprise when she felt the gentle stroke of a tongue on her engorged flesh. Her captor pressed into her, fingers massaging the pulsing muscles inside her body. She felt violated, she felt vulnerable, and she felt totally defenseless. A rising tide of ecstasy began to swell inside her, and she raised her hips, pressing herself down on the mouth that was causing such incredible sensations to surge through her body. She groaned again, pushing against the gag with her tongue, trying to push it from her mouth. She wanted to cry out, she needed air, she wanted to see her tormentor. A hand reached up and released the strap that held the gag in place, and she pushed it from her mouth gratefully. "Thank you." She breathed quickly.

She gasped for breath, groaned and pressed her hips down harder. "Oh god." She groaned, the mouth, the fingers, the whole body of her tormentor was moving in rhythm with her own, and she began to lose awareness of what was going on around her as her body tensed, her muscles pulsated, and her legs turned to jelly as the surge of sensation flooded her senses. She cried out, giving voice to the level of pleasure that she experienced, that was much more intense than anything she had ever experienced before. She pushed her body off the bed, pulling at the restraints that held her, crying out as wave after wave of orgasm claimed her body. The mouth and hands of her captor didn't stop working, keeping her at the peak of the wave, not allowing her to crash back to earth. She began to wonder if it would ever stop, she cried out again, clenching her muscles. "Stop, stop." She gasped.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you want me to." Her own body muffled the voice of her tormentor.

"Oh god." She cried, rising up on another wave of orgasm.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, she fell back to the bed, her body still pulsed with pleasure, small ripples flowed through her, causing her hips to buck and twist even though she was no longer in contact with her tormentor. She felt a rush of air, and then the gentle feeling of a sheet falling over her body, covering her nakedness, protecting her from the cold air of the room. She felt the strips of sheet that bound her ankles being released and she moved her legs gratefully, clenching her thighs together and launching another wave of gentle orgasms. Her wrists were freed finally, and she relaxed her arms, bending her elbows to release the pressure of her stiffened muscles, and rubbing her wrists.

"That, is how is should be done." The voice whispered in her ear and luscious full lips gently kissed her cheek.

"Annika?" Kathryn gasped, she was still breathing heavily, small ripples of pleasure still bounced through her.

"I have to go now." The woman said, and she climbed off the bed before Kathryn could stop her.

Kathryn pulled the blindfold off and watched the naked woman leave the room. It was gloomy, there was no light from inside the room, but the moon was bright outside the window and Kathryn was sure that something glinted on the woman's body. She frowned and climbed out of the bed. "Annika?" She called; her legs were still slightly unsteady as she crossed the room.

By the time she got to the door the woman had gone. Kathryn leaned against the doorframe in confusion. She turned back to the bed and saw the pile of shredded clothing that had once been her uniform and she wondered what she could wear back to her quarters. Then her eye fell on a chair in the corner of the room that she didn't remember seeing before. She crossed the room quickly, and realized that there was a pair of trousers and a shirt folded neatly resting on the chair. On top of the clothes was a piece of paper that read 'To replace your ruined clothing.' Kathryn picked up the trousers and pulled them on. She quickly removed her jacket, pulled on the shirt, and then wrapped her jacket around her again.

Kathryn ran down the stairs and stood in the middle of the room. She looked around her frantically. There were too many things that didn't add up and her heart was racing. "Computer end program." She commanded, and the cabin and its contents dissolved around her.

The shirt and trousers were real. Kathryn closed her eyes. That meant that the woman was real. That glimpse of something metallic on the woman's naked body reflecting the moonlight should have been as much as Kathryn needed to know. "Computer locate Seven of Nine." She said quietly.

"Seven of Nine is on holodeck two." The computer stated, and Kathryn wondered how she could have got from deck 6 to deck 14 so quickly.

"Computer has Seven left the holodeck in the last hour?" She asked.

"Negative." The computer replied impassively.

"Computer identify all crewmembers who accessed holodeck 1 during the holoprogram Janeway 979beta."

"Captain Kathryn Janeway is the only crewmember to access holodeck 1 during the holoprogram Janeway 979beta." The computer said, and Kathryn exhaled sharply.

She was thoroughly confused. "Computer identify all crewmembers who have accessed program Janeway 979beta in the last two weeks." She asked.

"Captain Kathryn Janeway is the only crewmember to have accessed Janeway979beta in the last two weeks." The computer stated.

Kathryn shook her head, and walked towards the exit. "Computer run level ten diagnostic on holodeck 1 and all programs run on it in the last 14 days." She said as she left the room.

The computer bleeped. "Diagnostic complete."

"Report."

"There were no errors to report." The computer stated, and Kathryn shook her head as Tom appeared in front of her.

"Captain." He said, as he entered the holodeck.

"Tom." Kathryn stated absently, and she strode away thoughtfully stroking her chin.