From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Buns (M+F+, scifi) [1/3]
Date: 19 Oct 1996 15:56:33 GMT

				 Buns
			       Part One

	She was running as fast as exhaustion and blistered feet would
allow. They had been right behind her, although she no longer heard
the clanking of the uniforms. Turning slightly to see if they were
close, she inadvertently tripped on a stone and tumbled down a small
grassy hill, landing face-down in a pair of black boots.

	With her heart in her throat she gradually lifted her head and
began to gaze along the body attached to the boots. A nice pair of
strong legs in black pants, impressive manly bulges, good looking
torso, and... who is this? she thought as she stared at a handsome
face with unusual markings on the left forehead.

	Chakotay looked down at the person who had fallen onto his
feet, seemingly from nowhere. He had been on a reconnaissance mission
with the away team and had wandered over to this hilly area to find
tubers for Neelix. What he found instead was a lovely, and apparently
frightened, woman. While she was staring at his tattoo, Chakotay was
transfixed by her hairdo. On both sides of her head the hair was wound
in tight large circles. He had never seen such an unusual arrangement
of side-buns. The rest of the lady looked very appealing to him,
especially what was visibly outlined through her slightly translucent
white gown.

	"Are you all right?" he asked, looking down at her, but trying
not to frighten her further.

	She responded to him cautiously. "Yes, I am fine now. You are
obviously not from The Empire."

	Chakotay considered this for a second. What Empire? Klingon?
Cardassian? He couldn't conceive that either of those empires had
reached to this quadrant of the galaxy. Did she actually speak English
or was the translator doing its job? There would be time for questions
later; he reached out with his hands and helped lift her up off the
ground.

	"Look," she said, abruptly raising her voice and waving a
finger at him, "I want to know who you are and where you come from and
I better get some answers pretty damn quick."

	Chakotay was taken aback by the unexpected forcefulness and
arrogance of this young woman. She had the looks of a helpless damsel
in distress, but she was obviously not so helpless. She spoke to him
like an impatient commanding officer. Not even Kathryn had ever dared
yell at him in that manner.

	"You're very welcome," he said sarcastically responding to her
lack of gratitude for the helping hand. "But you're not in any
position to be demanding answers. Perhaps you would like to tell me
who YOU are."

	She stared him down undaunted. "Maybe I will and maybe I
won't. I would first like some reassurances as to your allegiance."

	He was losing patience with her snippy attitude. The prime
directive prevented him from immediately revealing his identity and
the existence of Voyager and the Federation, but it was definitely
time to get some information from this strong- minded girl. She had
retreated several feet away from him and was reaching into her long
loose sleeve. As he began to take a few steps towards her, she quickly
pulled out her concealed blaster and aimed it at him.

	"That's far enough," she said to him menacingly, "I am Leia,
Princess of Alderaan and you are now a prisoner of the Rebel
Alliance."

	A smile escaped from Chakotay's lips, even with the weapon
pointed at his head. A rebel leader. Well, he thought to himself, that
makes her almost a Maquis. And a princess to boot! He couldn't decide
whether to hug her or punch out her lights, but he was definitely
warming up to this pretty rebel and could feel some swelling starting
in his loins. Maybe it was the buns. He was very attracted to bun-
headed fiery women; Kathryn had the same effect on him.

	He was convinced Leia wouldn't actually shoot him so he tried
inching closer, using conversation as a distraction. A bizarre
tingling passed through him as he moved in her direction.

	"You have nothing to fear from me. I've never heard of
Alderaan; I don't know anything about your Empire. I was merely
gathering food. Can't we discuss things in a civilized manner?"

	Intrigued by this handsome stranger, she let down her guard
for only an instant, but it gave Chakotay enough time to make his
move. He grabbed her, snatching the weapon from her hand and pushing
her down on her back. As she was spread-eagled on the grass, he was
able to pin her down with just one of his powerful arms, pressing
himself on top so she couldn't move. He wasn't certain of his motives
for forcing himself on her this way; he had never acted in such a
violent manner with a woman and he was shocked by his own behavior.
But the sensuous curves underneath him fueled his urges almost
involuntarily, and his free hand slowly groped the hot, moist area
between her legs.

	Leia could feel his huge erection and his probing fingers and
debated with herself whether to just give in or fight back. She was
more than a little aroused by his looks and his touches, but some
sixth sense told her that this man was possessed by an irrational
sexual appetite. In a few minutes he would pull himself free of his
clothing and lunge into her. Ultimately her instincts and dignity won
out and she took the only course open to her. Closing her eyes, she
prayed that Luke's lessons had taught her enough...

	To Chakotay, it appeared that Leia had gone into a trance. Her
lids were shut and she did not move for almost 30 seconds as energy
seemed to project from her hands, encircling them both. While she was
in this state he continued to stare at her face and rub his aching
penis against her body. Suddenly, her eyes burst opened and she
scowled at him.

	"Are you going to rape me?" she asked in a confident voice.

	"Absolutely not!" Chakotay answered, outraged that she would
even consider he was capable of such a thing. The question had snapped
his mind back to reality. He started to regain control of his common
sense, although he stayed on top of Leia, still pressing hard against
her body.

	"Good, then I won't have to drop that boulder on your back."

	He turned his head and looked upward. A gigantic rock was
floating in the air six feet above him. In a panic he pressed his comm
badge, "Two to beam up."

				* * *

	B'Elanna was in the transporter room helping to fix some worn
bioneural circuitry. She had activated the transport beam herself at
Chakotay's request and watched as the bodies materialized on the pad.
They arrived with Leia still on her back and Chakotay still on top
her.

	"Interesting position for transport, Commander," B'Elanna
said, grinning broadly.

	Chakotay immediately jumped off Leia and turned to face
B'Elanna, his erection still bulging through his pants. The Chief
Engineer sauntered over to the pad and teased him with a few lip-
licks.

	"You better settle DOWN a bit, Chakotay, before you leave the
transporter room."

	"You can put your tongue back in your mouth, B'Elanna. It's
not what you think."

	By this time, Leia had gotten off the floor and was standing,
hands on hips, waiting for someone to notice her. She was a little
miffed at being ignored, and she was very anxious to find out where
she was and who all these strange people were. One thing she was
certain of, this was not an Imperial ship. The Emperor would never
give a woman a position of importance aboard a ship of the Empire. In
fact, she had never seen a woman in ANY position on an Imperial ship.
She walked over to B'Elanna, gave a quick glance at her forehead, and
then demanded some attention.

	"Excuse me, But is anyone going to tell me where I am and what
I'm doing here."

	Chakotay signaled for Tuvok with the comm badge and, ignoring
Leia, took B'Elanna aside.

	"I'm going to recommend that Tuvok keep this woman in
detention until we learn a little more about her. She has impressive
telekinetic powers and her intentions are not clear."

	B'Elanna gave Leia a quick once-over. The woman seemed
harmless enough and hardly more than a child. But remembering how
Chakotay and Leia had transported up, B'Elanna decided a little
detention might bring this smartass down a few notches.

	Tuvok arrived with Captain Janeway and they both conferred
briefly with Chakotay. It was standard procedure for the Captain to
check on any unknown aliens aboard the ship. When Janeway and Leia
finally locked eyes, it was a moment full of meaning for both of them.
Leia was more and more astounded by the military position that women
held in this society, whatever society that was. Janeway's intuition
told her that something, she was not sure what, was very special about
this young lady. She decided that the prime directive was probably no
longer an issue.

	"Princess Leia, I am Captain Kathryn Janeway of the United
Federation of Planets. You are on board my ship, The Voyager. You have
already met my First Officer Commander Chakotay... "

	Leia interrupted Janeway with a mysterious smile.

	"Yes, you could say we have definitely met."

	She glanced at Chakotay, who was looking sheepishly down at
the ground, remembering with embarrassment how he had behaved on the
planet's surface.

	Janeway continued, "We understand that you have special
abilities and also that you are unsure as to where you are. For your
protection and for our own, we are going to confine you to quarters
until Mr. Tuvok, our Chief of Security, has had a chance to
interrogate you."

	Leia said nothing. She looked at Janeway; she looked at Tuvok,
at B'Elanna, at Chakotay. She wondered what sort of place this was
where people had never heard of The Force.

				* * *

	Leia was being kept in quarters protected by a magnetic
shield. She knew her abilities weren't developed enough to deactivate
a magnetic field, and even if she could get out, where would she go?
The room was comfortable, she had everything she needed, and she
welcomed the opportunity to talk to Tuvok. There would perhaps be a
useful exchange of information. She was also worried about what had
happened to Han, Luke and the other people on Hoth, but that was
useless worrying. She didn't even know what had happened to her.

	Tuvok belonged to a species Leia had never seen but that in no
way surprised her. The galaxy was populated by thousands of species
and she knew there were many she had never come across. What
interested her about Tuvok was his spirituality. She could sense that
he was more connected to The Force than the others on board this ship.

	Tuvok, for his part, was fascinated by Leia. Their
conversation began not with a discussion of Empires or planets but
with an explanation of The Force - a concept that Tuvok found
consistent with his own views of the universe. Leia told him she was
only a novice but she promised to give him some of the lessons that
Luke had given her. She also made it clear that there was a genetic
aspect to The Force. A person had to be born with the ability. She
had it and she was certain that Tuvok had it also.

	She related to Tuvok that just before she found herself at
Chakotay's feet, she had been at the Rebel base on the planet Hoth.
There was a celebration going on to honor her home planet, which is
why she was dressed in her traditional native costume. Imperial
stormtroopers landed by surprise and she began running towards the
escape ships. Another person had been with her - Han Solo. She did not
know what had happened to him.

	"Can you tell me which Empire you are referring to?"

	"What do you mean, WHICH Empire? There is only one - the evil
Empire that controls most of the star systems in the galaxy."

	"Most of the star systems in the galaxy?"

	Tuvok repeated her words with absolute astonishment and caught
his breath as he realized this woman was not referring to his own
galaxy. Some strange twist of space-time had propelled her further
than he ever believed possible. They talked for a few minutes more
before Tuvok left. He promised to return soon and continue the
conversation, but his immediate concern was to report the incredible
findings to Janeway. She thanked him and sat quietly - gathering The
Force around her for the task ahead.

				* * *

	Leia was on her bed in the dark recalling all the lovers in
her life. There had been many - some great, some adequate, some
horrible. Some had given her moments of supreme pleasure, others had
given her only frustration. These sexual memories that were a source
of comfort during a lonely time also brought up thoughts of two
special men.

	Han was an agonizing problem for her. She wanted him more than
she had ever wanted any man. But his personality mixed with her
personality were two storms trying to subdue each other. Somehow they
never managed to put down their defenses long enough to connect. One
of them was going to have to back down if they were ever going to be
together. Most days that seemed like an impossibility.

	Her mind turned to a new man - Chakotay. A big smile came
across her face as she remembered their meeting. This man was going to
be fun. She looked forward to teasing him and then satisfying him,
especially with The Force growing stronger in her each day. Closing
her eyes and letting go of her conscious self, she allowed her longing
for him to flow out of her body.

				* * *

	Later that evening someone arrived at her door. She knew
without asking that it was Chakotay. Her passion had found him and
brought him to her. The power of her lust led him into the room where
she was on the bed, naked and full of desire. Jedi mind games were a
wonderful way to control a man.

	Though it was dark in the room, Chakotay knew Leia was waiting
for him. He wasn't sure how he came to be here. All he knew was that
some unknown power had led him to her and every time he was within 10
feet of this woman he got a demanding hard-on. She uttered only one
word, calling his name, "Chakotay," but it was enough to increase his
excitement beyond the point of reason. His penis was large, stiff,
and painfully ready for her. "Leia," he answered, ready to fling
himself on her in a rage of uncontrollable passion.

	As he approached the bed he had the sensation of unseen hands
caressing his body.

	"Wouldn't you like to take off your clothes," Leia whispered
from the bed, laughing softly.

	"I... " He never finished the sentence. Leia was manipulating
him from the bed like a remote-control toy. His shirt flew off; his
pants fell down to the floor and slithered away from underneath his
feet. Invisible lips grabbed hold of his hard penis while a spectral
tongue licked and worked its magic.

	Realizing what was happening, he relaxed and grinned at her; a
grin that her mind was able to see. His surprise was over and his
sense of humor allowed him to play along. What did she call it? The
Force? Well, it certainly had its useful moments, but there are limits
to even to The Force.

	"Leia, this feels great, but I'm sure the real thing feels
even better."

	"Oh yes," she sighed, "there is something very real waiting
for you on this bed."

	He stood next to the bed and took hold of her head by the
side- buns, guiding her mouth to his needy cock. She eagerly sucked at
him while he moved his fingers around her rolled locks. Moaning and
gasping from the pleasure, he repeated over and over, "I love your
hair." The more he stroked her buns, the more energetically she worked
on his rigid sex, until she unexpectedly broke off and pulled him down
on top of her. She was ready for some good fucking.

	He didn't want to rush entering her; the anticipation would
intensify the result. She was moaning for him, calling his name and
begging to be penetrated; her clit throbbing and screaming out for a
full frontal assault. Kneeling on the bed between her legs, he stifled
her noises with a kiss, pushing his tongue in her mouth at the same
time as he pushed his fingers into her dripping wet mound. She rotated
her hips around trying to relieve herself against his fingers but she
needed more.

	"Please, oh please, Chakotay, please fuck me, please put it
in, I need it hard, I need it big. Oh, I'm dying for it."

	She was in the throes of agonizing desire. Reaching down and
getting hold of his swollen cock, she tried to pull him in. No longer
able to resist he pulled out his fingers and let her hand guide him
in. She let out a scream as he shoved all the way in; her hands on his
buttocks controlling the thrusts. The enjoyment was delicious, the
arousal increasing; both of them were grunting and getting closer to
climax. Leia needed to come badly. She was so juiced up that Chakotay
had to work hard to keep from slipping out.

	At the moment of her orgasm something knocked Chakotay on the
head. Leia was screaming and things were flying around as if the room
was possessed by dozens of poltergeists. He recovered enough to join
her and ejaculated seconds before the mattress flipped over and threw
the spent lovers off the bed.

	Lying on the floor, he wrapped his arms around her and felt
her heart pounding in the aftermath. She was almost asleep from the
workout and from the Force she had expended involuntary.

	"Leia," he said to her as she drifted off, "next time remind
me to wear a helmet."

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Buns (M+F+, scifi) [2/3]
Date: 19 Oct 1996 15:57:08 GMT

				 Buns
			       Part Two

	Paris was at the helm. The Captain had advised him to be
particularly alert for any anomalies or activity. She had also
released Leia from detention after listening to Tuvok's retelling of
their conversation. Janeway was convinced the woman was not a threat
and had invited her to sit with the crew on the Bridge, hoping to
cheer her up. Oddly enough, Leia appeared to Janeway to be already
very cheerful, wearing a grin from bun to bun.

	"Captain, the scanners are showing there's an unidentified
ship approaching the planet in a landing trajectory. It seems to have
come out of nowhere."

	"Put it on the screen, Mr. Paris."

	"What the hell is that?" Paris exclaimed, almost to himself.

	The Bridge crew looked through the viewscreen at a very odd,
dilapidated ship. No one had ever seen a ship of that style before; no
one, that is, except Leia.

	She walked closer to the screen with her heart racing.

	"That's the Millennium Falcon. That's Han Solo's ship. He's
come looking for me."

	Leia stared at the viewscreen and Chakotay stared at Leia.
Everyone knew about this Han Solo from Leia's stories of the Rebel
Alliance, but Chakotay knew more. She had confided in him that Han had
never made love to her. Now Chakotay knew it was not from lack of
interest on Leia's part. He felt her heat as she gazed lovingly at the
Millennium Falcon. Jealousy was out of the question, though; he hadn't
been fucking her long enough to be sexually possessive.

	"Can you hail the ship, Mr. Paris?" Janeway asked.

	"No, Captain. It does not seem to have technology compatible
with our transmissions."

	Leia was standing next to the helm when she unexpectedly
became lightheaded. She tried to balance herself by leaning against
the console but she was overpowered by her emotions and fainted right
into Paris' lap.

	"Mr Paris," Janeway teased him, "You have quite an effect on
women. Why don't you and Tuvok take the Princess to sick bay." She
turned to Chakotay, "Commander, I'd like to check out this planet for
myself and I'll need Leia on the away team to help find Han Solo. Let
me know when she's recovered. It'll be just the three of us beaming
down."

				* * *

	The next day Leia had recovered enough to accompany the away
team. Chakotay tried to instruct her in the elementary use of a
tricorder, but every time she touched the instrument the readings went
haywire.

	"You need a few more lessons in The Force, Princess," Chakotay
said to her, laughing affectionately. "You're going to kill me and
destroy every piece of equipment on Voyager."

	Leia laughed back at him as they walked together to the
transporter room to meet the Captain.

	Later, after beaming down, the team decided to split up to
search for Han Solo. An unspoken communication passed between Chakotay
and Leia. Janeway could sense it, but said nothing.

	"Leia and I will check out those small hills where I first
encountered her. Perhaps we can locate the original entry point."

	"Fine," Janeway agreed, "I'll continue to take tricorder
readings in this area."

	After a few minutes Janeway decided there was nothing
interesting in the area she was checking and began walking over to the
hills where Chakotay had taken Leia. She didn't bother to signal,
figuring she would keep taking tricorder readings until she met up
with them. As she approached the small knoll she caught sight of the
couple from the side, at close enough range to view every detail. Leia
was kneeling in front of Chakotay, holding his big cock in her hand,
licking it wildly. Chakotay had been gripping her buns when he pushed
himself completely into her mouth and came convulsively, his body
shaking as he shot deep down Leia's throat. In the death-like
stillness of the planet, Janeway could hear his orgasmic cries.

	Certain they hadn't seen her, Janeway turned and ran as far as
she could get before her legs gave out. She was both sickened and
aroused, feeling weak as a hot dampness grew between her legs. She
recognized the sensation for what it was - she was horny. She wished
it was her with Chakotay, but that could never be. She would never
allow herself a sexual relationship with any member of the crew. It
would undermine her authority and make the rest of the trip home
unbearable. But she was only human and getting enough sex had never
been a problem until Voyager got flung into the Delta Quadrant. She
pictured herself as a Flying Dutchman, destined to spend the rest of
her life wandering the galaxy, celibate and frustrated. No! the little
voice in her head yelled back, Somewhere, on some planet, there is a
man for you, if only for a night here and there. Be patient...

	She pulled herself together and noticed that she had wandered
almost a mile from that knoll and was in unfamiliar territory. She
could communicate with Chakotay via the comm badge but she had no
intention of doing that until she was sure he was finished with Leia.
Instead, she went back to the boring business of taking tricorder
readings.

	She had been taking readings for a few minutes when the
tricorder unexpectedly registered a humanoid life form directly behind
her. Turning around, her first reaction was that her prayers had been
answered. She was looking directly in the face of the handsomest man
she had ever seen. The fact that he was aiming one of those blasters
at her in no way interrupted her hungry staring. She wondered why he
didn't move or speak until she realized that her tricorder was pointed
menacingly in his direction as if it were a weapon.

	This must be the infamous Han Solo, she said to herself. It
was clear to Janeway why Leia fainted at the mere thought of him; he
was a gorgeous specimen. For a few brief seconds she let her fantasies
soar and the familiar heat returned between her legs. She had to
shake herself loose from the reverie and remember that this dazzling
man might blast her into oblivion.

	Janeway let Solo make the first move. She was in no mood that
day to get killed.

	"OK, just put the weapon down," he said motioning with his
free hand, "and nobody will get hurt."

	"It's not a weapon," she answered him calmly, "and I know who
you are. You're Han Solo and I assure you that you're in no danger
from me."

	"How do you know who I am?"

	"Because Princess Leia is a passenger on my ship and we have
both been searching for you since we saw the Millennium Falcon land on
this planet."

	He looked at her in total shock, letting the hand holding the
blaster fall to his side. "Leia? Leia is on your ship?" he said
anxiously.

	Janeway took a step towards him.

	"Hold it right there, sister!" he said, regaining his
composure and raising the blaster back in Janeway's face, "Who the
hell are you and what are you doing with Leia?"

	"I assure you, Mr. Solo, you have nothing to fear from me. In
fact, The Princess is on this planet as we speak. I am Captain Kathryn
Janeway of the United Federation of Planets and my ship is the
Voyager... "

	"United what?" Solo was more than slightly confused and not
about to put down his weapon until he was sure about this woman.

	"Just take me to Leia right now," he said, waving the blaster
at Janeway. Solo did not like the looks of the uniform she was wearing
and he wasn't totally buying her story. He had to admit to himself,
though, that the body inside the uniform was pretty decent and he
liked the hairdo - nice bun.

	She slowly moved her hand to the comm badge, trying not to
startle Solo. "Commander Chakotay, please get a lock on my coordinates
and have Voyager beam you and Leia directly here. I have found Han
Solo"

	She smiled her most seductive smile at Solo and said in the
nicest way she knew how, almost cooing, "they'll be right here."

	Seconds later Chakotay and Leia materialized. Chakotay's
clothes were a little askew and Leia's buns were starting to come
apart, but Solo didn't notice. He was overjoyed to see her.

	"Leia!"

	"Han!"

	Janeway was expecting to see them leap into each other's arms
and kiss passionately. Instead, she and Chakotay were treated to
repartee that was like two old married people fighting.

	"You idiot! This is some pathetic rescue attempt, as usual.
Couldn't you have at least fixed up that heap of scrap metal you call
a ship?"

	"Well, excuse me, Your HIGHNESS. I was in kind of a hurry to
get here before your ass was toasted by the Imperial stormtroopers.
Thanks for the warm welcome, your WORSHIP."

	Chakotay and Janeway exchanged incredulous glances.

	"Shut up, Han. Just get moving on figuring out how to get us
out of here."

	Janeway short-circuited this nonsense, "I think it's time for
everyone to return to Voyager and sort things out. Four to beam up,
Mr. Paris."

	"Now wait a minute, I'm not going anywhere until... " Solo
started to say as he vanished into a transport beam.

				* * *

	It took several days to settle Solo into the ship's routine.
He was giving everyone a hard time and being obstinate about sharing
information. Leia and Solo continue to fight like two alley cats;
providing hours of unintentional entertainment for the crew. Tuvok did
his best to control the altercations since every time Leia got angry
some piece of Voyager would come loose and fly around. Finally
Janeway had enough information to speculate on what had brought these
strangers to the planet, and she called a breakfast brainstorming
meeting.

	Tuvok gave the first report. "Apparently, Han Solo was behind
Princess Leia when she disappeared into some kind of immense portal on
the planet Hoth. Rather than follow her on foot, he flew his ship
through the portal in an attempt to retrieve her. He was very
fortunate that random quantum shiftings of the entrance put him in
orbit around this planet rather than crashing him directly onto the
surface."

	Captain Janeway put on her "Science Officer" hat and dropped
her bombshell. "I believe the portal is to a parallel universe. It is
the only explanation for why these two people are completely human,
speak English, yet apparently live in a totally alien galaxy. If the
portal is still on the planet, it should not be difficult to return
them both."

	Everyone agreed and it was decided that searching for the
portal could be done very effectively from the ship using Voyager's
sophisticated sensors. B'Elanna was given the assignment of putting
together a team to locate the portal.

	"Meanwhile," Janeway said, trying to look very nonchalant, "I
will continue Han Solo's interrogation in my quarters this afternoon.
I think he might offer more information in a relaxed setting."

	B'Elanna gave Chakotay an "is she kidding?" look and everyone
but Janeway saw Tuvok's telling raised eyebrow.

				* * *

	It had been quite some time since Janeway had attempted a
seduction. She was at least 10 years older than Solo but, all things
considered, her body had held up fairly well. She examined herself
naked in front of the mirror- no ugly bumps of fat, breasts still
firm, no flabby flesh hanging down. She felt confident that she could
get him interested enough to jump-start, and given a little bit to
work with, she knew how to milk the rest out of a man. She smiled a
wicked little smile to herself as she imagined her crew seeing what a
temptress their Captain could become. Putting her uniform back on
(without underwear this time), she signaled Tuvok to bring Solo to her
quarters, and tingled with delightful anticipation. A chance like this
was not going to come along every day in the gloomy Delta Quadrant.

	A few minutes later Tuvok was escorting the intended victim
into Janeway's quarters.

	"Tuvok," Janeway said, nervously reaching up and patting her
bun, "Try not to signal me unless it's an emergency. I really don't
think interrogations should be interrupted. It's so hard to pick up
where you left off."

	"Understood, Captain," Tuvok answered, leaving the room with
the doors sliding closed behind him. If Tuvok hadn't been a Vulcan, he
would have been rolling on the floor by now, laughing hysterically.
Instead, he returned quietly to his duties. He did not consider it his
concern what the Captain did with this man, or any man.

	Solo found his own way to the couch, kicked off his boots and
stretched out, obviously very relaxed.

	"Well, Han, how are you today?" Janeway asked him with a big
smile. To herself she was saying, be calm, don't look anxious, don't
stare at the outline of his cock (oh, it looks big), don't be scary,
be cool.

	She sat down next to him on the couch.

	"I'm fine, Captain" he said, and for no apparent reason added,
"you know, I really like your hair." He reached out and touched her
bun, setting off a heavy wet flow between her legs. Janeway had to
struggle to keep from flinging herself on him.

	"Why, thank you," she said, "How about some coffee?" She got
up and walked, with difficulty, to the replicator. She couldn't think
of a better reason to use up a ration than what was waiting on the
couch.

	Solo smiled behind her back. Is she for real? He could tell
instantly what was going on and what she had in mind. NO problem, he
thought to himself. He wasn't getting any from Leia and this Captain
Janeway was a decent looking woman. He could feel the arousal
starting.

	Janeway walked back with two cups of coffee, and bending down
to hand one to Solo she almost spilled the other all over his lap.
His erection was saluting her through his pants. She sat down,
trembling and at a loss for words.

	"I think the coffee can wait," he said, setting down his cup
and taking hers away also. He put his arms around her waist and pulled
her closer; so close she could feel his hot breath.

	If he kisses me, I'm going to faint, she thought. He did kiss
her but she didn't faint; instead she realized there was definitely
something to be said in favor of pure lust, unimpeded by emotional
baggage or attachments. Solo, for his part, was a Grand Master of
recreational screwing. He liked to give and take carnal enjoyment, and
always appreciated a nice `Thank you' afterwards.

	Both of them being of the same mind, they plunged headlong
into it. Solo slipped his hands under the top part of her uniform,
caressing and squeezing her breasts until the nipples were as hard as
his cock. He pulled the garment over her head and then went to work on
her pants, only slightly surprised that she had nothing on underneath.
He'd seen that maneuver before.

	While he was busy with her clothes, Janeway was very quickly
reaching an unstoppable level of lecherous appetite. She ripped open
his shirt and pressed herself against his hard muscles; at the same
time reaching down into his pants for the main course. She was not
disappointed by what she found. A big hard cock already covered with a
juicy film. Freeing it up from its confines she stroked it gently with
her hand and lapped up the seeping clear fluid with her tongue. She
couldn't take her eyes off his erect penis. It was magnificent; thick
and long with a big rosy head. Solo closed his eyes and let the
exquisite feeling wash over him as she worked it. Very quickly,
however, her pulsating clit was demanding relief and she was torn
between wanting to watch him come and wanting to get it into herself
as soon as possible.

	Releasing him for a moment, she leaned back on the couch and
moaned desperately. He reached down between her legs and felt the
creamy wetness, an indication that she needed something very badly and
very quickly. Pushing her down onto the couch, he spread her legs
apart and whispered to her, "Kathryn, I'm going to fuck you now, fuck
you very hard."

	"OH MY GOD!" she screamed as he thrust into her; the pleasure
so intense that she had her first orgasm almost immediately.

	A second later a voice was heard...

	"Captain, this is Torres. Please respond."

	Janeway and Solo both came to a dead halt. She had to force
herself to stop quivering so she could point to the floor.

	"See that little badge over there on my uniform," she said to
him as softly as possible, "please hand it to me... quietly" He did as
she asked; giving it to her along with a big wet kiss.

	"Torres," she said, holding back her emotions as much as
possible, "this better be DAMN important."

	"Captain, we've located the portal. We need you on the bridge
immediately."

	"I'll be there in a few minutes. Janeway out."

	Janeway rolled her eyes and clenched her teeth. Solo got the
hint and disconnected himself from her. "This is not exactly fun for
me either," he said with a playful frown, emphasizing his agony by
placing her hand on his unrelieved erection.

	Janeway's years of military discipline were a big help in
getting herself pulled together and dressed quickly. The training,
however, did nothing to take away the bitter disappointment. She'd
have to salvage what she could.

	"Look, I don't know how long this will take. Let's just agree
to meet here again tonight - late. Around midnight. I'll be waiting
for you. OK?"

	He nodded to her.

	With that, she hurried off...

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Buns (M+F+, scifi) [3/3]
Date: 19 Oct 1996 15:57:41 GMT

				 Buns
			      Part Three

	Janeway showed up on the Bridge in an fitfully bad mood, with
just enough patience to hear what B'Elanna and Chakotay had to say
about the portal. It was good news. The location had been identified
and the portal was showing every indication of remaining stable for at
least another 24 hours. There should be no problem flying the
Millennium Falcon back through to the other side. Leia and Solo, of
course, would have to take their chances as to what would be waiting
for them but there was no other choice.

	"We're setting up the fly-through attempt to be ready in about
two hours," B'Elanna said.

	"No!" Janeway countermanded forcefully, "I'd rather wait until
morning. 0800 hours will be fine. Lieutenant Torres, please see to it
that Mr. Solo knows the plans; I'll speak to the Princess. You have
the Bridge, Commander." Without any explanation as to why she
preferred to wait or where she was going, the Captain walked off the
Bridge.

				* * *

	Solo was killing time waiting for midnight, wandering around
until, almost by accident, he found himself at Leia's quarters. He
debated with himself whether messing around with that horny Captain
would ruin any hope of getting Leia, but decided it wouldn't since
Leia never seemed to care what he did. In any case, it would all be
over by tomorrow morning when he and Leia returned to Hoth. As he
stood by her door he spied her walking down the hall and jumped in
front of her, blocking the entrance.

	"Well, hello PRINCESS, Would you like to invite me inside for
a late lunch? I'm veerrry hungry." He leered at her, smacking his lips
almost obscenely.

	"Drop dead, Han. You really know how to annoy me. Why don't
you go find something useful to do. Like sticking your head out an air
lock."

	"Come on now Leia, you think I'm irresistible, don't you."

	"You know, Han, you keep saying that and it's not getting you
anywhere, so why don't you just give it up."

	"I don't think so, not this time." He threw his arms around
her but she managed to wiggle out of his clutches just as Chakotay was
walking around the bend.

	"Han, get lost. I'm busy," she said, grabbing an astonished
Chakotay by the shirt and planting a kiss on his mouth as her hand
pushed the bulge of his genitals.

	Solo laughed to himself, wondering how many times she was
going to repeat the same stupid stunt. She already played that number
with Luke. It wasn't convincing then and it wouldn't convince him now.

	Except this time he WAS convinced. Chakotay was not Luke
Skywalker. He didn't care that Solo was watching. He responded to
Leia's touches by rubbing her breasts with his hands and ramming his
swelling penis against her. Still locked in the kiss, Chakotay opened
the door to her quarters and the two disappeared inside, leaving Solo
standing in the hall with his mouth open, in shock.

	Solo knew it was his own fault. As much as he felt like
punching his fist down this Chakotay's throat, he blamed only himself
for driving Leia to this point. What was wrong with him? She was
having sex with every X-Wing pilot in the Alliance, but had refused
all his advances. The hell with her, he said to himself, she's not the
only woman in the universe. Maybe he should tell her about his
"appointment" with the Captain this evening. That might shake her up a
bit.

	Meanwhile, inside her quarters, Leia was suddenly not in such
a sexy mood. The whole episode with Han had disturbed her. What was
she doing with Chakotay? She could have Han but some obstinate streak
in her messed up every time.

	"Chakotay, I'm not feeling well right now," she lied. "Please,
come back tonight - around midnight. I'll be waiting for you in bed."

	Chakotay could see something was wrong, and not knowing the
cause, he left her with a kiss and a promise to be back. He was going
to miss her very much when she was gone.

				* * *

	After stalling a few minutes, Leia decided to risk leaving her
room. She wanted to walk around and expend some nervous energy but she
didn't want to meet up with either Chakotay or Solo. She couldn't deal
with male nonsense at the moment.

	Seeing the coast was clear she set off in no particular
direction and ran smack into Captain Janeway. Over the past few days
Janeway had developed a sort of "motherly" attachment to Leia, and was
feeling a bit guilty about fooling around with Solo. She didn't have
to be psychic to know that beneath all the bickering there was real
affection hiding, waiting to get out. But, she rationalized, all's
fair in love and war and Leia had been fucking Chakotay, anyway.

	Putting her arm around Leia, Janeway tried the buddy approach.
"I was on my way to the ship's hair salon. Would you like to join me."

	"The hair salon?" Leia said, looking puzzled.

	"Princess, I don't know how things are in your galaxy," she
said smiling at Leia, "but in this galaxy some of us have to get our
hair cut once in a while." Leia couldn't help laughing and agreed to
tag along; she didn't have anything better to do.

	They were early for the appointment and Pierre, the
hairdresser, treated everyone as equals. You had to wait your turn no
matter what your rank. While they were sitting, Janeway asked Leia if
she found it annoying dealing with those big complicated buns
everyday; she herself had enough trouble with just her own little
regulation bun.

	The floodgates were open; Leia spilled her guts to her new
friend Kathryn.

	"These buns are a royal pain. I've only been wearing them on
Voyager because Chakotay loves them so much. He's visiting me tonight
and I sometimes think his motto is: No Buns, No Boff." She regretted
saying that as soon as the words were out; she hoped the Captain
didn't think she was crude.

	Janeway didn't even notice Leia's language. She was thinking
about Solo and the Princess leaving tomorrow and decided it was time
for total honesty. She told Leia about her own plans for the night.
Leia was upset, not by Solo's behavior, but by her stupidity in
letting him slip away time after time. It became clear to the women as
they talked that both would prefer to be with the other's lover for
the evening.

	Suddenly Leia's face lit up and she grabbed Janeway's
shoulders, looking deep into her eyes. Sparks of The Force flowed from
her fingers down Janeway's back.

	"Kathryn, switch places with me tonight. All we have to do is
exchange hairdos. Chakotay and I hardly ever talk - you won't have to
say anything. If you have the lights off he won't know the difference
as long as he can feel the buns. And I'll finally get to be with Han;
I don't care if he thinks I'm someone else."

	It took just a few seconds of silent deliberation for Janeway
to decide that this ridiculous scheme might actually work, and the
chance to spend a night with Chakotay was worth the risk.

	"YES," Janeway said to Leia, anticipation overflowing in her
voice. "Let's do it. Try to sneak out of my room before morning and
meet me in the Ready Room. But whatever happens tonight, you and Han
must beam down to the Millennium Falcon by 0800 tomorrow morning.
B'Elanna has arranged for you to go back through the portal."

	The deal was made. The women sealed the pack with a hug, each
wishing the other luck. Leia was beside her self with joy. She'd get a
night with Han and then a chance to go home and set things right.
Janeway arranged for them, on her signal, to be internally beamed out
of the hair salon into each others quarters; there to wait in hiding
for the denouement of the grand plan.

	Pierre walked into the waiting room. "Madame Captain, you are
next, s'il vous plait."

	Janeway and Leia both smiled mysteriously at Pierre, who
responded with a quizzical expression. "Mesdames, is something wrong?"

	"Pierre," Janeway said as the two women walked together into
the cutting room, "I've got a very special job for you today."

				* * *

	At midnight, Chakotay arrived at Leia's quarters and let
himself in. The room was totally dark but he found his way to the bed.
He was too sexually aroused by the thought of Leia to worry about
whether the lights were on or off. Leia never talked much during sex
so he wasn't expecting a conversation; he just reached out for the
buns. As soon as he felt those big round orbs of hair his erection got
rock hard. Slipping out of his clothes he climbed on the bed and spent
a few minutes with the usual foreplay before positioning himself
between her legs.

	So far, so good; the kissing and caressing had been marvelous
but Janeway was still very nervous that Chakotay would sense something
different and discover her. She had no intentions of ever telling him
about this deception, at least not until they were home and she was no
longer his CO. Although anxious, she was extremely aroused and
dripping from expectation. As she bent her knees, she placed her feet
by his hips to signal her readiness for penetration, and waited
impatiently for the thrill of the first thrust.

	Instead, Chakotay leaned over her and whispered, "Come on
Leia, do it; you know what I like."

	OH NO! Janeway thought to herself in a panic. What? Do what?
Give me a clue... Leia hadn't mentioned anything. Then her mind
flashed back to the scene she had witnessed in the rocky knoll. Yes!

	She sat up and gently took hold of his throbbing hard penis
with her lips.

	"Leia, oh that's nice... Leia, I really want to hear about
your world and the Rebel Alliance... I... oh, yes... Oh... I want to
know more about the Force and... hmmmmm... "

	Crap! Janeway thought to herself as she worked his dick with
her tongue. With the real Leia he never says a word. With me he wants
to have a philosophical discussion. Janeway wondered if Leia used some
kind of Jedi mind trick to keep Chakotay quiet during sex. In any case
that was not an option for her and she couldn't suck on him all night.
Eventually she was going to have to find other, more creative, ways to
keep her mouth busy.

	So far Janeway's romantic evening with Chakotay was not
working out as she had expected. She decided to take charge of the
situation and turn it to her advantage. The cock-sucking was just not
doing it for her. He was too distant. What she wanted was to feel his
strong body against hers and have him touch and arouse her. She let go
of his penis (did she detect a sigh of disappointment?) and worked her
mouth up his body with kisses. When he tried to ask a question she
quickly pressed her lips against his and rubbed whatever was available
(a hand, a leg) against his erection.

	She kissed his neck; she gave him a butterfly kiss on the
eyelid; she put her tongue in his ear; she dipped her fingers into her
cream and let him suck it off... When she kissed his nipple she moved
her hand to his testicles and got one finger in his rectum. That drove
him wild. All thought of conversation was gone. He moved his hands all
over her body and gave her back as many kisses as she had given him.
Janeway knew she could relax and let their bodies' natural instincts
take over. Chakotay had moved on to a higher level of sexual
readiness. Even working in complete darkness he could tell what she
needed. Janeway was also ready for more. She maneuvered herself
underneath him on her hands and knees, and wisely thinking ahead, she
placed a few pillows by her face.

	He got into position behind her and place the tip of his penis
right by the opening. She clenched her fists and drove her face into
the pillows. The moment he thrust in she let go a scream that was
completely muffled. Each thrust brought on another cry concealed by
the pillows. She was finding it increasingly hard to breath but the
lack of oxygen was heightening her arousal. After just a few minutes,
she came so hard her contractions almost knocked him off but he stayed
on long enough to finish, shooting far inside her.

	She collapsed almost instantly into sleep, partly from the
climax and partly from near-suffocation.

	Chakotay wondered why nothing was flying around. Leia's
orgasms usually sent at least one piece of furniture on a spin around
the room. Maybe she'd finally gotten that Force thing under control.
He wrapped his arms around the woman next to him in bed and drifted
off to sleep.

	Janeway woke up a few hours later and seeing that Chakotay was
fast asleep, she slowly got out of bed, got dressed (undoing the
buns), and left. She intended to spend the rest of the night having
dreams of contentment in her Ready Room.

				* * *

	Solo entered Janeway's quarters and thought it was odd that
the room was pitch black. Maybe she's developed a sudden case of
modesty, he said, jokingly, to himself. As he started walking towards
the bed he tripped over something hard and sharp.

	"Oh, shit!" he yelled in pain. "Would you mind, Kathryn, if I
turned on a light? I can't see a damn thing."

	Leia was expecting this. The force of her mind erased the need
to see by guiding him to the bed. Her mental control made him forget
everything except getting undressed and satisfying her sexual desire.
She commanded him telepathically, "Han, smell my passion. Taste my
longing for you."

	He threw himself like a madman onto the bed and dove
immediately and hungrily into her damp mound, flicking her excited
clit with his tongue. His hands were on the tops of her thighs,
holding the legs apart as she rocked with ever increasing delight. The
Force she released stroked his swollen cock, causing it to drip on the
bed with the fluids of his own arousal. To Solo it felt as if tiny
pleasure points were vibrating throughout his body. As Leia got closer
to climax, she was unable to control her frantic cries.

	"Oh Han, Oh yes, yes... Han, that feels soooo good."

	When Solo heard her voice, he abruptly stopped and lifted his
head.

	"NO," she begged, trying to push his head back down, "Don't
stop. DON'T STOP NOW."

	"Leia? Leia, is that you?"

	She knew it was too late. The mind link was gone. He had
discovered her identity.

	"Yes, Han. It's me. It's Leia."

	He was feeling so many things at the same time that his brain
was close to overload. Where was Kathryn? What was Leia doing in
Kathryn's bed? In a sudden flash of understanding he realized that
Leia was here because she wanted him. He didn't ask for an
explanation; he didn't need to hear any words. He moved himself beside
her in the bed and pulled her close. It was not everyday that Han Solo
was overcome by his own emotions.

	Leia, however, wanted to talk. She needed to break the awkward
silence.

	"Well," she said with a sigh, "I guess it's obvious now how I
feel about you."

	"You love me, don't you?"

	"I suppose so."

	"I know."

	She threw him over onto his back, yelling and laughing at the
same time, "Why you conceited son-of-a-bitch! I'll show you who's in
charge here."

	"Show me Leia," he said, smiling in the dark. "I'm dying for
you to show me."

	She mounted herself on top of his still very erect penis and
with a wave of her hand turned on the lights.

	"Good trick," he said, teasing.

	"I have more," she answered, teasing back.

	She sat completely upright on him, pressing her buttocks down
so that his penis went straight up to the tip of her womb. It was an
exquisite feeling. She rode him slowly for a few minutes and then
leaned over and kissed him.

	"I want to see your face when you come," she said in a
passionate whisper.

	Just hearing Leia say those words pushed him over the edge.
She watched as his face distorted into a silent scream, his mouth wide
open. Squeezing her thighs tight enough to leave welts, he arched his
back and ejaculated into her like a explosion. She could feel the
movement deep inside and let out a soft groan for him, collapsing by
his side. The Force could do many things but it couldn't revive a man
after such an orgasm. She just curled up next to him and hoped someone
would wake them in time. There would be many other nights.

				* * *

	"Commander Chakotay, this is the Captain. Please report to the
Bridge immediately"

	Janeway was laughing inside at the thought of Chakotay waking
up in a panic and finding himself alone. She had spent a delightful
night in the Ready Room; reliving everything again and again in her
mind. She had also gone in person to get Solo and Leia. When Leia
didn't show up in the Ready Room, Janeway deduced that somehow the two
had resolved their differences and stayed together the whole night.
When she found them in the morning, she knew she had been right, and
now the happy couple was looking forward to returning to their own
world.

	Chakotay burst onto the Bridge. He wanted to take Leia aside
and ask what the hell had happened to her but there was no time. The
whole Bridge crew had already assembled. He shook hands with Solo and
from Leia he got a smile and a knowing wink. As the group walked to
the transporter room, Chakotay noticed that Janeway's hair was hanging
loose around her shoulders and was slightly disheveled. He had never
seen her looking like that.

	"Did you have a rough night, Captain?" he asked playfully.

	She just smiled at him.

			       The End