Disclaimer:  Paramount owns all things Star Trek Voyager.  I don’t.  Only borrowing                 

                     them. Etc. Etc. Etc.

Rating:          NC17.

Summary:     Behind her crew’s back, Kathryn makes a deal with an alien leader to

                      ensure Voyager’s safe and speedy passage across his space.  As

                      Voyager travels on, following her orders and believing that she will

                       rejoin them soon,  she becomes a subject for cruel medical

                       experiments which threaten her very life. 





WARNING:   This story contains graphic material of a violent and sexual nature.

                        If you are offended by such, please do not read on.









THE PASSAGE.

By Kat Lady.





PART TWO.





Chakotay sat in his office, refusing to use Kathryn’s ready room.  His gut instinct was taking over and he tried to force it away.  Despite his best efforts though,  it demanded his attention, almost like an independent voice, whispering in his ear all day long and invading his dreams at night.  Something about Kathryn and her behaviour bothered the hell out of him yet she still hadn’t used their code.  It was now the fifth day and although he had spoken with her the day before and she seemed fine still, he had been unable to contact the planet this day, an ion storm behind them making communication impossible.  Chakotay fought with himself not to turn around and return to Katan.  He tried to convince himself that it was his own jealousy making him feel this way as a result of Kathryn’s guarded reference to being out late in the evenings and he tried to push the feelings aside.  He hadn’t missed the fact that she always seemed to be wearing a light robe when he spoke with her and it hurt to think that maybe she was closer now to Pakar than he knew.  A stray thought struck him, wondering what she could be reading, when he knew she had brought no books or padds with her then he realized that every culture had reading material and she was probably reading that.  He knew he was clutching at desperate thoughts and pulled quickly away from them, instead deciding to speak with Alla, to try and learn more about these people and their home, hoping something the young man spoke of might help him.



Kathryn had had a painful day physically and emotionally.  Today, Pakar had scanned her continuously and had had her lie inside an imager for two hours unmoving.  The first painful procedure had been when he had put drops in her eyes which still stung badly.  The worst experiment of the day had been when he had strapped her down and forced her head into a kind of helmet.  Unable to move, Kathryn had screamed out when she felt sharp needles pierce her scalp, embedding themselves into her head, passing through the bone.  What had followed had been a terrifying flood of images and emotions as Pakar had stimulated different areas of her brain.  The sensory torture had seemed endless to Kathryn, leaving her in an emotional and mental state of collapse by the end of the afternoon.  What stayed with her though had been the images of Chakotay and her feelings for him, which had come through and memories of the hurt she had caused him.  Instead of his image giving her comfort, it had brought great sadness and she somehow felt she had betrayed him by letting that part of her come through into the horror of what she now endured with Pakar and his experiments.



She sighed deeply and turned over on the bed, her mind gradually calming from the earlier horror and her shaking slowly lessening.  At least now most of her pain had decreased and her nausea was almost cleared, despite having received more drugs earlier.  Her head still throbbed though from where the needles had embedded themselves and she tried to will the pain away.  She had forced herself to eat the meal, which had been sent to her, hating the taste of the food but knowing she needed every ounce of nourishment she could get. 



She felt herself dozing and vaguely heard the door of her room opening.  When she looked up, Pakar was standing looking down at her.  She noticed immediately that he was wearing a loose fitting robe instead of his usual uniform.  She sat up quickly and pulled her own robe tighter around her chest.  Despite the fact that he had seen all of her body, striped her of her clothing and well as her dignity,  she still desperately needed to cling onto what little modesty and self-respect she could.



“You said you were finished for the day…”  She eyed him wearily.  He simply smiled at her and sat on the edge of the bed.



“We are finished all the tests for today.  Tomorrow we’ll continue.  For now, I just have some questions for you.”  Kathryn moved back a little on the bed but he made no move towards her.  Instead for the next hour, he sat and asked question after question about humans and the other races he had seen on Voyager.  Kathryn answered as best she could, slowly relaxing.  None of his questions were too intrusive and she found herself opening up to him a little more.  He changed tack and asked questions about human emotions and reactions to events in life and she told him honestly about hate and love, grief and joy, all the emotions she knew of.  He questioned her about the reactions he had witnessed earlier in the day, when he had stimulated her brain and she forced her memories of the feelings down and answered him as well as she was able, just relieved that no pain was involved in his latest interest in her.   Finally, he just sat quietly and studied his hands.  Kathryn waited to see if he would ask anything more and eventually he looked up at her slowly.



“And what of mating practices in your race?”  His face was unsmiling but Kathryn instantly knew there was more to the question than he was asking. 



“If you’re asking about the physical, I believe you’ve already seen enough…”  She moved further back on the bed, her voice growing hard.  The memories of his studying her naked body rushed back at her, even though he had had his two assistants with him and had shown no interest outside of a medical one.  Pakar simply smiled.



“Oh I’ve seen all that…now I’m just wondering how it all works with you although it appears to be similar to us…  I wonder if for you it’s simply procreation or pleasure also.”  He met her eyes and laughed at the fear he saw there.  “You didn’t think I wouldn’t want to investigate fully now, did you?”  Kathryn slid off the other side of the bed.



“You said you just wanted to study…do your tests…”  He jumped up and she felt her fear grow more and more as the words trailed off in her throat.



“Oh come now Captain, what kind of scientist would I be if I didn’t follow through on my tests and subjects.  Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.  I’ll be quick about this.  Just lie down and let’s get this over with.  I need to know about this but you have my word that it’s just work to me, merely an experiment.  You really don’t appeal to me in the slightest.”  He stood still and watched the fear play over her face.  “There’s really no avoiding this, nowhere to go.  Why don’t you just make this easier on yourself and get it over with.  I promise you if you cooperate, this will be a one time occasion.”  Kathryn forced her fear down and tried to draw on anger instead.



“You think I can take your word on anything?”  He threw his head back and laughed.



“You will just have to my dear.  Now please, stop all this time wasting and just lie down.  I’d really prefer not to have to tie you down.  It’s your choice in the end.”  He watched her face closely as she digested his words but his patience was wearing thin.



“Oh have it your way…”  He called out loudly and two guards entered the room and made for Kathryn.  Within seconds they had grabbed her and secured her to the bed, spread-eagled, ripping the robe she wore from her body.  As quickly as they had come in, they left.



Pakar watched her as he slipped the robe from his own body and got onto the bed.  He laughed as he watched Kathryn fight her tears.  He picked up her torn and discarded robe and shoved part of the fabric into Kathryn’s mouth, gagging her.  Without a further word, he lay over her and pulled at her breasts, studying her.  He then moved down and prodded and probed between her legs, his fingers entering her front and back but nothing on his face showing any sign of arousal.  Kathryn fought the hot tears which rolled from her eyes and tried to swallow the humiliation she felt.  Suddenly his face was staring into hers and she felt him against her, a second before he pushed into her.  The gag in her mouth smothered her scream as pain ripped through her and she struggled against her restraints.  Pakar thrust hard and painfully into her a few more times before collapsing on top of her, his breathing heavy in her ear.  Within a minute he rolled off and pulled the robe from her mouth, leaving Kathryn gasping for air. 



“Interesting to say the least, a different sensation.  You’re quite a lot smaller than Katani females.”  He looked down and smiled.  “You’re bleeding, I’ll send someone along to clean you up.”  Leaving her tied to the bed, he slipped his robe back on and left.  Within five minutes, another male entered and without undoing her bonds, quickly treated her and administered a painkiller before cutting her free.  Kathryn immediately tried to sit up and moaned in pain, falling back on the bed.  Sensing what she needed, the male handed her a fresh gown.



“Pakar said for you to shower and sleep.  He needs you in the morning.”  Without warning he leaned over and pressed another hypo to her neck.  “That’s a sedative.  It’ll work in about half an hour.  You have time for washing.  Then you’ll sleep.”  Without another word, he turned and left.



Kathryn managed to pull her way to the small bathroom and sat in the shower as long as she could, trying to let the hot water sooth away the pain she was in.  As the water poured over her, washing away the remains of the blood, it hid the tears which poured down her face.  Eventually she felt the sedative working and managed to dry herself off before pulling on the new robe and falling to the bed.  She was asleep within minutes, her slumber filled with terrifying nightmares.  Chakotay’s face as well as Tuvok’s and her other crewmembers came to her, all laughing at her and telling her she had asked for all this.  Despite having been unconscious all night, Kathryn was exhausted the next morning.  It was to be the last day she would know for some time.



Chakotay stormed around Voyager, his fears taking over.  The ion storm was still in place, making calling Kathryn and the planet impossible still.  He was suspicious of the storm now, believing that it’s presence was just too convenient and had Seven working on enhancing sensors to see if they could verify if the storm was what it seemed. 



He entered the messhall and saw Alla sitting in a corner on his own.  He studied the young man a moment, thinking back to their conversation of the previous evening.  The young alien had been fairly non-committal about details of his home world and had for most of their short conversation, seemed preoccupied.  As if sensing Chakotay’s presence behind him, he stood suddenly and turned around, locking eyes with Voyager’s Acting Captain.  He walked towards him slowly and requested a meeting with him in private, asking that Tuvok also be present.  Hiding his concern, Chakotay merely nodded and led the way to his office, contacting Tuvok on the way.



Once they were all seated, Chakotay and Tuvok sat and listened as Alla spoke.



“ I take it you have been unsuccessful in breaking through the ‘storm’ to contact your Captain?”  Chakotay merely nodded, not liking the way Alla said the word.



“I didn’t think so.  I believe you have your suspicions about this Commander and I must tell you that you are correct.”  Chakotay and Tuvok sat forward together.  “It is not a real storm, but rather a generated phenomenon made to mimic an ion storm.  Your sensors will eventually detect that but there is no way for any signal to penetrate it.  It was removed temporarily until you passed through.  The rest of the time, it is always there and that’s why I needed to come with you.  ”  Alla saw the look of fear and hate cross the face of the large man before him.



“Just what the hell is going on…?”  Alla held up a hand and spoke.



“Please, let me explain everything to you then I’ll answer any further questions you have.”  Chakotay exchanged a look with Tuvok who nodded in return.  They both sat back a little and nodded for Alla to continue.



“First off, Pakar is my father.  That much was the truth.  It was my suggestion that I come with you while your Captain stayed behind.  My father actually trusts me even though he has little feeling for me, but he believes I think like he does, that I put power above anything else in life.  That is his mistake.”  Alla stood and paced slowly.



“There are many people on my world who believe my father is wrong in his ways, people who desire a life where they can devote themselves to family, to simple and benign pleasures.  They are sick of a military way of life.  They also, like me, feel a deep disgust at the way the other races in this sector are treated by my father and his Council, although some members of that Council are against him now.  My father underestimates the intelligence of these races in his space, simply seeing them as a means to extract revenue.  He believes he controls them but he has no idea of how they really are.”  He stopped a moment and studied the men before him before continuing.



“Several years ago, there was a small attempted revolt which unfortunately came to nothing and was quickly put down.  It managed one thing however, and that was to plant the seeds for a desire to try again, to be better controlled and this time to succeed.  It has taken all this time to organize what we now have planned.”  He saw the deep worry and fear on Chakotay’s face, Tuvok showing nothing as usual and he pushed on with his story.



“I apologize for having used you but there was no other way.  Your ship coming along when it did was extremely fortunate for us…”  Chakotay made fists with his hands.



“So glad we could be of service to you but what about our Captain…?”  Alla sat again.



“Please Commander, I know you are deeply worried about her but I’m sure she will be fine…”  Chakotay was about to say more when Tuvok reached out a hand to his arm, stilling him.



“Alla, you don’t sound very certain of this.  Just why did your father really want Captain Janeway to remain behind.  I don’t believe it was just for ‘insurance’ as he put it.”  Alla shook his head.



“No, it never is…”  Chakotay pulled his arm away from Tuvok’s hand.



“She isn’t the first?  Is that what you’re saying?  What did he want from her?”  He could feel his emotions getting out of control and tried desperately to control them.



“I’m afraid she is not the first but hopefully she will be the last.  My father as you may be aware, is a scientist and a doctor, but most of his interests lie in the scientific field.  He is fascinated by alien cultures.  That is the real reason he wished your Captain to remain behind.  He wished to study her.”  Chakotay jumped up.



“Study her?  How?  What the hell is he doing to her…?”  Alla bit down on his lip.



“He…he runs…tests…medical experiments…that kind of thing…”  He couldn’t meet the eyes of the two men.  Chakotay grabbed him and swung him around in his chair before Tuvok pulled him back.



“What tests?  What medical experiments?  What is he doing to her?”  Alla drew in a deep breath. 



“I don’t know.  I never wanted to see the labs…”  Chakotay groaned and pulled away.  Images of Kathryn in pain and fear rushed into his mind. 



“Oh sweet God…Kathryn…you knew…”  He locked eyes with Tuvok and saw that the Vulcan was thinking the same.  “She knew…knew all along…”  He ran his fingers through his hair.  “Tuvok, turn the ship around now…”  Alla stood quickly and broke in.



“Please listen to me.  There is no way you can return like this…”  Chakotay made a grab for the young alien.



“Why didn’t you warn us…?”  Alla didn’t struggle.



“All this, your coming to our world and your Captain staying, all of it was arranged before I know of it.  There was nothing I could have done.  It would have happened anyway.  This way, we can put a stop to it…”   Chakotay pulled at Alla  but Tuvok got in the way



“Commander, let us hear what he has to say.”  Chakotay let himself be held back and finally surrendered and sat again.



“All right, say your piece…”  He felt his hands balled tightly and his nails dig painfully into his palms but he ignored it as Alla composed himself.



“I have managed to get in contact with members of the other races in our space and we have been planning this for some time.  I managed to get a message to them before we left, hiding under the sensor readings your ship gave.  They are ready and so am I.”  Tuvok regarded the young man carefully.



“Ready for what exactly?”  Alla lowered his gaze a moment then looked back at Tuvok.



“This time the revolt will be a success.  We are now within full communications range of these people and they are waiting to hear from me.  I do need your help though and you also need theirs and mine.  It will take you almost a week to return the way you’ve come and you won’t get past the ‘storm’ anyway without serious damage to your ship.  I’m asking for your help and asking you to join us.  That way, you can return with us.”  Chakotay forced himself to think straight.



“You’ve just said there is no way past the storm…”  Alla nodded.



“There is no way…not the way we came…however…”  He looked at the two men before him in turn.  “I have already spoken of the intelligence units of these races.  There is a sub space corridor, well guarded, which they have managed to protect over the years.  I have no idea how they managed to find it or create it.  My father and his Council are completely unaware of this.  It was unable to be used before this, because until now it was considered unsafe but now it is quite stable and may be used.  Our ships, theirs and yours, could be through to Katan in twelve hours.”  Chakotay forced his feelings down and tried to get his mind to work.



“What happens when we get through this corridor?  Your father is hardly going to just let you walk in and take over…”  Alla shook his head.



“There will be a fight but not much with so many behind us.  My father possesses some ships with warp capability but mostly he has ruled by fear.  He always ruled by controlling the races using that fear and also by trying to turn them against each other.”  Tuvok nodded.



“Divide and conquer…”  Alla nodded his understanding.



“For many years it worked until some of us saw what he was doing.  It has taken us a long time to educate the ordinary person as to what was happening around them.  Once that was achieved, they quickly saw the truth and followed us.  They have built up fleets of ships and hidden them well.  My father in his arrogance and belief that he was in control, never thought to look for anything like that.  Look, at the end of all this, you have no choice.  I apologize for how that sounds but you need me.  I’m the only one who can get you back there in so short a time.  When we arrive, I believe together we can quickly put down whatever fight my father puts up, especially with a ship like this behind us.  After that, there should be no problem.  We are a small population but most of them are on our side.  Enough has happened.  Now we want to live and live in peace. 



Despite wanting to hate this young alien, Chakotay understood him only too well.  He asked Alla to leave them a moment and spoke with Tuvok.



“What do you think about all this?  Do we really have a choice?  We have to get back to Kat…the Captain.”  Tuvok nodded and Chakotay saw him actually fight his emotions.



“You are Acting Captain and I will follow you but even if you didn’t want this, I truly believe I would go back anyway.  I strongly suggest that you advise the crew of these events and let Alla contact his people.  We take it from there.”  Chakotay smiled softly, despite the situation.  He knew what the crew’s reaction would be.



“All right.  I’ll make an announcement.  Help Alla contact whoever he needs to.”  Tuvok nodded and made his way out.



Chakotay stared out at the stars for a moment and fought his tears.  “Oh Kathryn…why do you always have to be so damned self sacrificing…why can’t you ever talk to me…”  Only silence answered him.



Within four hours they were on their way to the co-ordinates which Alla’s comrades had provided Voyager with.  On the viewscreen, Chakotay watched the flotilla of ships, all heading towards what they believed would be their freedom and independence.  Chakotay had only one thing on his mind though, and that was Kathryn.  His fear was almost corporeal and he found himself constantly looking towards her chair, which he had refused to use from the first day.  He silently whispered prayers to whoever was listening that she was all right.



Forcing his thoughts back to the matter at hand, Chakotay gave out orders to Tom as they approached the entrance to the corridor.  He watched as the lead ships entered and listened as they reported back that everything was holding together.  Slowly they manoeuvred in along with the other ships and set their course.



When Chakotay was satisfied that they were on a safe course, he handed the bridge over to Tom and sought a meeting with Tuvok and the Doctor.  As he waited for them to arrive, he thought back over the past hours. 



As soon as contact had been made with Alla’a people and Tuvok had satisfied himself that everything was on the level, Chakotay had made his announcement to the crew.  He told them honestly why Kathryn had agreed to stay behind and what was now happening.  He also informed them of what he now planned to do.  Making the offer Alla’a people had proposed, he offered anyone who wanted it, the chance to stay behind on one of the nearby planets until they returned, warning them that the task that lay ahead could be dangerous.  Not one crewmember accepted the offer.



He and Tuvok had met with the other members of the Resistance Movement and Chakotay had liked them immediately.  Their passion and dedication reminded him of the man he used to be, the one before Kathryn had entered his life and brought him peace.  He was glad now they hadn’t parted in anger and had managed to speak since.  His fear told him now that he might not find what he wished for most, when they returned.



The arrival of Tuvok and the Doctor summoned him out of his thoughts and he called for them to enter.  As soon as they sat, he voiced his main concerns.



“I’m fairly sure we can overcome whatever fight Pakar puts up.  These people certainly seem sure and we also have the element of surprise on our side.  That can be a strong weapon.”  Both men nodded agreement with him.



“My main concern now is the Captain.  Alla knows little of what his father does…the medical experiments and tests he runs…”  He paused and drew in a deep breath.  “Look Doc, we don’t know what we’re going to find.  She could be fine, hurt a little or be in a bad way.  I don’t even want to consider anything else.  From what Alla has said, he has never heard of anyone dying under this…”  He stood up quickly and turned away from them, regaining some control.  “Doc, I just want you ready for anything…”  He turned back and saw the Doctor nod solemnly.  “Right, let’s prepare.”  As they turned to leave, Chakotay called Tuvok back.  Once they were alone, Chakotay sat behind his desk and motioned for Tuvok to sit again.



“Tell me I’m wrong Tuvok, but I think Kathryn knew about this, at least to some extent.  I feel you believe that also.”  Tuvok nodded.



“I suspected there was indeed something more to the matter than what she informed us of.  I tend to believe that Pakar made his proposal, probably only telling her part of his plans, when he was alone with her.  Knowing the Captain, she decided she would take his offer so we could pass through in the shortest time.  I know she still feels a lot of guilt over the Caretaker situation.  I believe she couldn’t bring herself to ask the crew to do this.  Her greatest mistake is believing that this crew blame her in some way.  She constantly lives with guilt and the belief that she can always go it alone.  I believe she is wrong on both counts.”  Chakotay leaned over his desk and splayed his hands out flat in front of him.



“I just felt all along that she was holding something back…  Why can’t she ever trust us or talk to us…?  Why does she always have to take it all on her own shoulders…?”  Tuvok interrupted.



“It is her way and always has been.  She needs someone to take control of her for a change…”  Chakotay looked up at the Vulcan before him and saw the faint edges of a smile.  He knew it was the closest Tuvok had ever come to telling him that he approved of a relationship between his commanding officers.  Chakotay managed a faint smile.



“You think I should do that…?”  Tuvok stood and looked down at Chakotay.



“When we get her back, I would strongly suggest you do that.”  He turned immediately and left, leaving a bemused but very worried Chakotay in his wake.



Kathryn fought her fatigue and pain as she was escorted to the labs where Pakar awaited her.  Her mind was still reeling from the mental trauma which had been inflicted upon it and from her assault of the night before. The two guards left immediately, leaving her alone with the alien scientist.



“Ah good morning Captain, I trust you slept well.”  He was serious, no trace of concern or sarcasm in his voice.  Kathryn just stared at him, trying to block out the memories of the night before and his attack on her.  She looked around and saw that his assistants were yet to appear and was surprised, as they were always with him when she arrived.  She turned back to Pakar when she saw him move towards her and she backed off a little.



“Oh come on now Captain, stop playing these games with me.  You disappointed me greatly last night.  I understood I had your full cooperation.”  Kathryn stared hard at him.



“I’m here because you left me no choice and blackmailed me and threatened my ship and crew.  You told me you wanted to do some blood tests and ask about my people.  You said nothing about the experiments and cruelty you have subjected me to since I got here.  You certainly said nothing about rape…”  Saying the word stopped her and she fought her tears.  Pakar just laughed.



“Captain, you really are overly dramatic.  How you manage to run that ship of yours is beyond me.  Last night you failed to cooperate with me fully.  Today shall be a different matter.  You will obey me or your ship goes down and you know I can do that.  Now do we understand each other?  All I need do is give the order.”  He saw the pained acceptance on her face, that she knew he held all the cards and that she was helpless.  “Good.  Now I know you weren’t able to speak with your friends recently and today will be no different but I can tell you, they are safe.”  He continued laughing.



“Have you any intention of returning me to them…?”  Kathryn choked on her own voice.  Pakar looked at her with an amused look on his face.



“Of course I have.  What would I do with you after my work is finished?  I’d only have to feed you.  That or have someone bury your dead body somewhere.”  He laughed at the terrified look on the face of the woman before him.  “Oh relax Captain, don’t you recognize humour when your hear it?”  He shook his head when Kathryn just stared at him and he grew serious again, bored with the conversation.  He waved his hand towards a table. 



“Now Captain, before my colleagues arrive, please let us get this right.  Let’s see if you can cooperate properly this time.”  Kathryn still stared at him, not understanding him at first.  He shook his head.  “Captain, please wake up and concentrate.  You failed last night and now I give you a chance to get it right.  Now lean over the table.”  Horror showed on Kathryn’s face.



“You said…once only…”  Pakar started to show his anger.



“Are we going to have a repeat of last night?  You failed then, now get it right.  You gave me nothing.  I had to take it.”  Kathryn saw the steel in his eyes and something inside her crumbled and her internal barriers crashed down.  She found herself walking slowly towards the table and standing against it with her back to him, a feeling of total defeat washing over her.  At that moment, as she felt his hands on her and he pushed her down, she just gave in and didn’t fight him, as she tried to shut her mind off.  She tried thinking of places she had visited, people she had known, anything to take her out of this room, to stop her being aware of his hands pulling at her robe, prodding and feeling her, kicking her legs apart, the renewed pain of him pushing into her, his weight on her, forcing her down on the hard table and his grunts in her ear as he thrust painfully in and out before collapsing on top of her.  She tried to shut it all out but failed. 



Pakar pulled her up and pushed her towards a small cubicle.  He threw a small white gown at her and a towel.



“Get washed up and hurry back.  I don’t want to delay my work any more.”  As she turned to walk away from him, pain shooting up through her, she saw him fix his clothing then write in his journal, making notes on the torture he had just inflicted on her.  Kathryn’s body simply went into autopilot and she went to the shower and washed, once more letting the hot water try to sooth her pain.  As she leaned against the wall, she looked down at her body, still scarred from his experiments.  She studied the bruises which marred her skin and the sores and blisters which had erupted on her skin, some open and weeping.  She forced down the nausea which lived with her all the time now and tried to force her mind to think only of the feel of the water.  Once more she failed.  Even her tears deserted her.



Chakotay sat on the bridge and listened to the reports from the other ships as they travelled through the corridor.  Everything was holding steady and scans gave no indication that anything would change.  Chakotay watched the crew around him, all of them with the same urgent agenda, to get their Captain back as quickly as possible.  The Doctor reported to him that he was well prepared for anything and Chakotay had thanked him.  He exchanged many glances with Tuvok, each of them praying in their own way that they wouldn’t be too late. 



He listened to the reports coming in from all over Voyager as each section ran simulations and drills, preparing for any eventuality.  Each report showed they were more than ready.  *You prepared us and trained us well Kathryn.  You just never thought it would be for yourself*  Chakotay shut his thoughts off and concentrated, needing the distance if he was going to be any use now.



When Kathryn emerged from the shower, she saw that Pakar had been joined by his assistants.  He was still writing in his journal but looked up when she moved into the room.



“You know the drill Captain.  Up on the table.  Drop the gown.”  He constantly humiliated her and she heard the assistants snigger.  Knowing it was best to obey and also that she had no choice, Kathryn did as instructed.  As she climbed up on the table, she noticed it was different this time, with attachments out to the side and more straps than usual in evidence.  There was also what looked like a vice attached to the top of the table, alongside an almost identical helmet type device to the one he had already used on her.  She looked up fearfully as Pakar approached.



“Well lie down, I haven’t got all day.”  He shook his head and pushed her down when she continued to stare at him.  Kathryn started to struggle out of instinct as her fear consumed her but the two assistants held her down as Pakar pressed a hypo to her neck.  Within seconds all her struggle was taken from her and she felt her body go limp, unable to move and her eyes closed, despite her efforts to keep them open.



Kathryn felt their hands on her as they moved her into position on the table.  She tried lifting or moving her head and opening her eyes but her body wouldn’t obey the commands of her mind.  She felt her legs being pulled down and then apart before straps tightened at her ankles knees and thighs.  She felt another strap pulled tightly across her hips and then her upper and lower chest.  She tried to speak, to beg her tormentors not to do this but her mouth refused to work and her pleas stayed in her mind. 



Next her arms were pulled out to her sides onto the table’s attachments and then upwards a little and more straps were placed around her upper and lower arms and wrists, her hands facing upwards.  Soft moans were the only sounds she managed but these were ignored.  She struggled again to open her eyes and just managed to make out Pakar’s face as he placed her head into the vice,  tightening it around her forehead, just above her temples.  He then pulled the helmet down and the sharp needles pressed into her skull and she tried to cry out as they dug into her scalp although not as deeply as before.  Her head was then tilted back slightly and another strap was pulled under her chin, pulling backwards.  Kathryn now felt the table being moved and tried to pull against the restraints or cry out, but her body refused to cooperate with her mind.



Kathryn tried desperately to fight the fear that now consumed her.  She could hear Pakar and his two assistants talking quietly and then the lights dimmed slightly, barely discernable behind her closed eyelids.  Without warning Kathryn felt their hands on her body, prodding and probing and she heard them discuss her as if she were simply an experiment, not even there.  Another hypo was pressed to her neck and she felt it work immediately.  What small movement or sensation she had had, disappeared now and she felt herself paralysed, only her heart and lungs working, but even breathing was somewhat difficult.  Some part of her mind knew that strapping her down as they had, had been a way to torture her psychologically, to make her feel even more helpless.  They knew she was unable to move with the drugs they had given her but the straps added an extra element of fear.  She felt the needles in her head and knew that even they could not stimulate her mind to feel the terrifying emotions she was now suffering, more than the way what was happening to her could.



Over the next hour or so, Kathryn knew nothing but pure agony, as Pakar and the others worked over her.  She silently screamed as needles and probes were inserted into her body.  She felt long needles press painfully into the soles of her feet and into the veins in her ankles and legs.  More needles were pressed into her wrists and arms, even the backs of her hands.  She felt monitors being attached all over her body and the hands, cold hands always touching and pinching.  Another scream sounded in her mind as she became aware of two cold metallic probes entering her below, one into her vagina and one into her anus, some kind of tendrils working their way up into her body from them, attaching themselves to her internal organs.  She felt something else attach itself to her feminine lips and clitoris and she became aware that tears were escaping her closed eyes.  She knew now that most of what Pakar was doing to her, was about his own sadistic pleasures and nothing to do with medical study.  He was enjoying the torture he was inflicting on her and the power it gave him.



As the pain washed over her, Kathryn thought she would lose her mind and still they weren’t done with her.  Sharp pains ripped through her breasts as something was attached there and then another needle at the base of her throat.  Within minutes, two more needles pressed deeply into her ears and two into her temples.  Kathryn’s screams of agony sounded deafeningly in her own head but escaped only as moans.  Suddenly her eyelids were pulled open and they sprayed more drops into her eyes, causing her vision to blur instantly.  She was unable to keep her eyes open to even try and blink away the fluid and felt it burning behind her eyelids.  She felt cold liquid entering her veins through the numerous tubes she knew had been attached to her and waves of dizziness and nausea washed over her.  She became aware of more tubes entering her from below now, being pushed in and suddenly felt a rush of fluid fill her and severe cramps grip her and then she felt her bladder and bowels empty themselves, even though she knew there was little there and despite all her pain, a wave of embarrassment and shame washed over her at the indignity of it all as she vaguely heard Pakar order one of his assistants to clean her up and insert a catheter to avoid any more accidents. 



Another hypo pressed to her neck, leaving her unable to breath but within seconds, a tube was being forced down her throat, Kathryn helpless to fight it and then it was breathing for her.  Other tubes were pushed into her nose down into her stomach, Pakar’s voice telling his assistants that at least she wouldn’t starve now. 



After some moments of silence, Kathryn again felt hands on her body and then suddenly a blanket of white, hot agony fell over her as she felt something rip down the length of her body.  She heard Pakar’s voice through the haze of pain, telling his assistants to pull open the wound and she knew they had cut her open.  She was vaguely aware of hands inside her, feeling their way around but her mind had past the point of awareness, recognizing only her suffering now.  As the torment went on, no choice but to endure it, the voice of one of the assistants drifted to her, something about closing the wound and Pakar telling them not to be too fussy. 



Time passed as Kathryn’s mind drifted closer to insanity and suddenly she was aware that the voices had gone.  All she knew was the white, hot agony that washed over and through her and the sickness that filled her.  Her only sensations were the liquids entering her body, the cold feel and pain of the probes and needles and the machine breathing for her.  She was now totally paralysed, leaving only her mind aware of anything as she felt herself almost detach herself from her own body.  She barely felt its presence now yet the pain was always there.  She prayed for death or at least some form of oblivion but it was denied her.  Her mind spiralled towards madness as the torture continued. 



Chakotay sat up when the voices came from the other ships, that they were approaching the end of the corridor.  The bridge became a hive of activity and the lights lowered for red alert.  Within minutes they burst out into orbit of Katan and in no time, Pakar’s ships were headed towards them.



Chakotay knew only the battle then as Voyager and the other ships fought against the enemy before them.  He had no idea how long or short a time it took but suddenly he was aware of cheers ringing out around him, from Voyager’s crew and from the other ships.  He became aware of Tuvok’s voice reporting minimal damage and only minor injuries, no fatalities reported on any of the ships.  Chakotay let out the breath he found he’d been holding.



“Report.  Is everything secure?”  Tuvok informed him it was.  “Hail the lead ship.  Get me Alla.”  Kim’s fingers flew over his console and within seconds the young alien’s voice filled Voyager’s bridge.



“Commander Chakotay, thank you.  We have victory.  I’ve already sent down landing parties and we’ve almost taken the Government residence.  I’ll report back to you or you can join us.”  Hearing his rank and name together brought Kathryn’s face to his mind.  He was already on his way to the turbolift.



“I’ll join you now.  Tom, B’Elanna, Doctor, meet me in transporter room one now.  Tuvok you have the bridge.”  He was gone before any answer reached his ears.



When they beamed down, the last of the fighting was just over.  Chakotay saw Pakar and two others being hauled out of a doorway, along with the Council members who had remained loyal to him, their hands secured behind their backs.  Chakotay made a leap for the alien leader’s throat.



“Where is she?  What have you done to her?”  He felt Tom and B’Elanna pulling him off.  He saw the fear on the face of the leader and knew the look of a true coward when he saw one.  Without his guards around him, the arrogance had long since departed.  Chakotay felt Alla touch his arm.



“I know where the labs are…”  Pakar looked at his son.



“Traitor…”  He spat at his son but missed.  Alla simply smiled.



“Father, at least my soul will have peace in eternity.”  Without a second look, he walked away, leading the way towards the main building, as the cheers and shouts of victory rang out around the city.



The Doctor followed as Alla led Chakotay and the others through long passages before they finally reached two heavy wooden doors.  Alla pushed them open easily and entered first.  He stopped dead for a moment and Chakotay and the others walked into him before their eyes followed where he was looking.  Chakotay cried out at the sight before him.  Several medical tables filled the room, each occupied by some poor alien soul, attached to monitors and other machines.  Chakotay frantically searched the room for any sign of Kathryn, torn between wanting to find her here and not, praying that she was safe somewhere from this evil. 



Alla he saw, was opening a side door and when the young man turned back to him, he knew immediately that they’d found Kathryn, the pain and horror on the face of the alien telling him what he didn’t want to know.  In seconds he was across the room, pushing past Alla and then he actually screamed out.



Kathryn lay on the cold metallic medical table, her body covered with wires, tubes and needles, the probes still in place.  He thought for a moment that she was already dead until he saw the small rise and fall of her chest but then realized that the air was being pumped into her body.  His hands covered his mouth to stop the bile he felt coming up his throat as he took in the crude surgical wound running down the length of her torso and the erupted sores and blisters on her skin and the massive bruising.  He managed to reach out a hand and call her name softly before the Doctor was pushing him back. 



“Oh sweet God, oh please no…”  He felt B’Elanna holding him but all he saw was Kathryn’s naked and abused body.  “Cover her…please…just…”  He saw B’Elanna reach for a sheet and drape it across her Captain’s unmoving form but not before he saw the probes pushed deeply into her body.  B’Elanna was back holding him, supporting him and stopping him from falling.  His eyes took in the frantic movements of Tom and the Doctor as they scanned her. 



“Get them off her…get them out of her…”  He hadn’t realized he had spoken until he heard his own voice.  The Doctor stood before him now.



“Commander, we’ll have to transport her with all this still attached.  I can’t just pull these things off.  It would kill her.  I can’t even begin to know what these drugs and substances are.  They could be killing her or keeping her alive.  I can’t take any chances.  She’s…”  He tried to soften his words.  “Commander, she’s been paralysed with some drug.  She’s unable to breath for herself without all this…”  Chakotay groaned and leaned more into B’Elanna. 



“Oh God, she must have been in agony…look what they’ve done to her…”  His voice was rising and suddenly the Doctor pulled him back.



“Commander please…keep your voice down…”  Chakotay stared at the Medic. 



“She can’t hear me…thank God she’s unconscious…she’d be in agony…  Just get them off her…look at her…”  The Doctor gripped his arm tightly, hating what his next words would do to the man in front of him but needing to say it.



“Commander shut up.”  Chakotay stared back at him, confused.  “Commander…I’m sorry to have to tell you…  There’s no easy way to say this…”  Chakotay felt himself grow weak.



“What…what…?”  He sagged against B’Elanna.



“Commander, she’s been paralysed but…  I’m sorry but she’s…she’s still conscious…”



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