Thanks to Kate for the logistics chat. Thanks to Amanda for reading it. Thanks to Kelly for the beta. Thanks to Cara, who always strokes my... ego. Enjoy.

***

She was going to die.

No. Worse than that, she was going to come and it was going to be good. Very good.

She wasn't meant to, though; good girls don't come like this. Starfleet's most popular Admiral would never be caught dead doing this. Daddy's Goldenbird would turn her nose up at the mere thought.

Instead of moving away from it, Kathryn pushed her lower body downwards and surrendered herself to the feeling of being completely full.

"Good girl." One of them smiled down at her as she moved.

She looked up at him, her expression open and trusting as he threatened to block her airway. She lay on her back, her head tilted backwards, over a strong, muscular shoulder. It was an awkward position to be in, and he hit the back of her throat before she could swallow his whole length, but she didn't complain.

"Relax your throat, Kathryn." He, in turn, watched her take his cock in her mouth dispassionately. Was he the real one, with his features so schooled and the pleasure hidden from his eyes? Or was that how he was programmed to respond?

It doesn't matter, she thought.

She had better things to think about than whether or not the cock in her mouth would shoot semen down her throat or whether she would be left with an unfulfilling holographic imitation.

Better things to think about like the men between her legs, for example.

One was sheathed tightly in her ass, pulling and stretching and filling and doing all sorts of strangely wonderful things to her insides.

He had worked her up slowly, using lube to ease the pain. He - or it, perhaps - had worked one finger into her gently, stretching the tight ring of muscle that protested at the foreign intrusion. When she had begun to thrust herself back onto the finger invading her ass, silently pleading for more, he had added a second, scissoring his fingers inside of her to open her for his cock.

She'd never let a man fuck her ass before and the sensation was alien but not unpleasant as she'd anticipated. She had never had the desire to try it and the feeling of being full made her wonder what had held her back for so long.

Oh, Justin had asked, but she'd stopped at anything more than a finger; it had hurt far too much.

However, when Chakotay - or his hologram - had worked at stretching her open, she'd felt nothing more than a burning, blind lust extend from his hand to work its way through her entire body. He'd opened her orifice under his hand and told her how beautiful she looked while the other two Chakotays had stroked and teased her.

When one of the three men had laid on the bed and instructed her to impale herself, Kathryn had let the other two hold her hips and guide her down slowly until her ass was full and she was letting out a loud wail.

Two sets of hands had lowered her backwards until her entire body weight had rested on the horizontal man, his feet flat on the ground while hers rested on the edge of the bed. Once they were sure that she was comfortable, one had moved towards her head, while the other went to where she lay joined.

The second Chakotay had teased her clit, coaxing moisture from her as he sucked at the soft, milky, skin of her thigh. Before she'd had long enough to catch her breath or over-analyze the situation, the blunt head of a cock had been against her lips while another had nudged at her wet heat, pushing forward carefully while her brain melted out of her ear in a puddle of lust and want.

Her hand had automatically moved to her crotch, helping Chakotay enter her. Her pushed into her and pushed her sanity further and further from her grasp. She'd opened her mouth for the Chakotay at her head and within the space of a few seconds, Kathryn had found herself completely full, though none of the men inside of her had made an effort to move.

A sharp pinch to her nipple brought Kathryn back to the present and she would have frowned in confusion if her lips hadn't been stretched around the warm flesh of Chakotay/Chakotays hologram.

The Chakotay beneath her moved his mouth to her ear as his hand danced over her stomach. "Concentrate, honey."

She replied, but it was indistinguishable. The vibrations of her words, however, seemed to make the Chakotay in her mouth extremely happy. He pushed his hips forward, trying to force more of himself down her complaint throat. As she watched his face twitch in pleasure, Kathryn wondered if he was the real one.

"He likes that." The voice in her ear whispered. "He has no idea what you're saying, but he loves the feeling."

Well, she wasn't exactly against it either.

Kathryn moaned her response and it had the same effect; the Chakotay at her head groaned in pleasure.

"Move your hips." She did, wriggling her lower body against theirs. "More. Get yourself off."

The two cocks embedded in her rubbed against each other, separated by only a thin membrane of flesh. Their bodies were slick with sweat and it made her movements easier, but she knew it wasn't enough for any of them.

"Stop teasing." One - or all? - of them hissed.

Two hands belonging to the man beneath her gripped her hips forcefully. All three men held still while Chakotay used his grip on her hips to pull her off their cocks before pushing her back down. His movements had double the effect; not only was he able to thrust her on to the men between her legs, he also pulled her on and off the cock in her throat.

Distantly, she could almost see herself being pulled and pushed and used to suit their pleasure, and the thought only made another rush of moisture flood her opening.

The Chakotay beneath her nibbled at her ear. "Come on honey, use your legs to help me."

She followed his instruction, using the leverage that she had from her legs on the edge of the bed to aid his movements. She let him guide her and used her calf muscles to follow through.

"Considering how against this you were," He started, "You haven't actually protested."

And he - holographic or organic - knew that she wouldn't, the bastard.

Kathryn whimpered, low in her throat, when a finger teased her clit. She didn't know who the hand belonged to - it may have even been her own - but, at this point, she'd stopped caring and reverted back to her belief that she was going to come and it was going to be good.

As the tension built in her lower belly, she sucked at the cock in her mouth harder, her teeth and tongue scraping along the hot flesh. Though she tried to focus her attention on pleasing the Chakotay at her head, the other two were making it too difficult.

There was too much happening at once and she couldn't keep her mind on any one thing. Fragments pierced her mind, but she could no longer see the 'bigger picture', as it were.

Hands on her hips. Hard flesh in her mouth. The taste of semen - holographic or real - tickling at the back of her throat. Fingers working her clit. Her ass full. A cock in her cunt.

"Good girl, honey. Push your hips down." The vibrations against her ear were going to do her in almost as much as the sensation of being full. "Come for us."

The tension built to a breaking point and Kathryn felt the orgasm slam into her without warning. The Chakotay in her mouth pulled out just as her scream pierced the air and the first drop of semen hit her tongue before the second hit her nose.

Her internal muscles clenched around the two cocks occupying the lower half of her body and, distantly, she could hear the groans echoing through the room as they came with her.

Oh yes, she was going to die.

***

"So."

When Kathryn opened her eyes, her Chakotay stood before her, fully dressed again. She hummed in pleasure as her lax limbs tingled in lingering desire. "So?"

"We have to go." He told her gently. "You don't want to get caught."

He was right; she had no particular desire to explain why the command couple of the famously returned Voyager had, effectively, broken in and used the holodeck for a few hours for their own depraved means.

But she could be amused as she imagined the looks on their faces... Oh, if only the tour groups could see what they had done in Earth's latest 'Museum.'

"So, which one was you?" She asked, forcing herself to rise and pull her scattered uniform back on, ignoring the semen and sweat that stuck to her skin. She used a nearby wash cloth to wipe the stickiness off her face, looking for his nod of approval to ensure that she didn't have streaks of come visible.

Though the holographic offerings that she had received - either inside of her or on her - would disappear when they left the holodeck, Kathryn wasn't prepared to take that risk.

Chakotay watched her silently, quietly smirking as he held the holodeck memory chip in his hand. "Guess."