Title: The Orion's Gift
Author: P'al Kwai
E-Mail: isisbaast@aol.com
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: NC-17 for B&D Slave/Master, and nonconsensual, EXPLICIT m/m slash
If this offends you, PLEASE do not read.
Feedback: Since this is my first attempt at K/S, any advice, help, or constructive
criticism is welcomed.
Disclaimer: Star Trek and its characters all belong to Paramount, Viacom. No
infringement intended.
Summary: An exiled Spock is given a Terran slave.
Author's Notes: Some readers might be uncomfortable with my Spock in this fic. I've portrayed him more sinister than usually portrayed, because I believe that under that Vulcan pacifist exterior, there lurked a dark side of Spock. This was shown on more than one Original Series episode.
This fic was heavily influenced by Intreat Me Not To Leave Thee by C. M. Decarnin, and The Prize by Ray Newton. I love a dominant Spock.
The canon timeline here has been twisted to fit my au universe.
Dedication: After discovering this fandom, I thank all the K/S slash authors whose fics have renewed my excitement for slash and made my muse go wild.
I also thank Elisabeth, my beta for my Buffy/Angel fandom series who agreed to beta this fic, even though she's never seen one episode of Star Trek, The Original Series. She did ask me though if I Had to write science fiction, why I couldn't write Star Wars instead.
"On your feet, human!" The Orion Pirate's command was accompanied by a boot to his captive's face.
Blindfolded, with his hands tied behind his back, Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise was not only unable to deflect the blow but was also unable to prevent himself from being knocked to the ground by it.
"Easy, Eloro." The slave trader's partner seized his arm. "Be careful of the face. The Romulans love a human slave, especially a pretty one, and this one's a beauty. They'll pay dearly for one such as him. We'll make a fortune on him."
"Oh, he'll make me a fortune." Eloro grabbed hold of the slave collar that had been placed around Kirk's neck and hauled him to his feet. "But it won't be money that he'll make me." Ambitious dreams of power flashed through the Orion's mind. "But political favors."
**
"You've been honored, Spock." Entering the room, the Vulcan Sovval greeted his friend and associate. "An Orion has brought you a gift of a Terran slave."
Staring out the window, Spock stood, feet apart, hands clasped behind his back. He didn't bother to turn and face his friend. "Tell him to leave. I do not accept gifts from *Orions*." The last word was said with obvious contempt.
"May I point out to you that we are here on Ch'rihan as guests of the Romulan Star Empire, and at this moment the Orions are enjoying a mutually beneficial alliance with the Romulans. Turning down a gift from one of them could damage our future cause with the Romulan Empire."
"The Romulans need us more than we need them." Eyes focused on the outside scenery,
Spock saw none of it, as he bitterly contemplated how he had ended up on Romulus, outcast from Vulcan and now an enemy of the Federation.
"Don't delude yourself. Without the Romulans' backing, we're just a group of exiled Vulcans with no place to go." Sitting down, Sovval studied the back of his new friend and ally. "Take the gift. What harm could it do? If, after a time, the slave displeases you, then kill it."
Spinning around, Spock couldn't help the bolt of shock that jolted through him. "To take a life on a whim, without a logical reason is. . . ." He stopped himself, realizing that he had reverted back to the old beliefs.
"You still can't completely purge yourself of Surak's teaching, can you?" Cocking his head, Sovval gave Spock a probing look.
"We may have decided to reject Surak's way of life but to totally disregard all of his doctrines is. . . ." The word illogical almost escaped from Spock's lips. "Foolish."
Now worried, Sovval stood up. "You sound like you still haven't given up the old ways. Look carefully inside yourself and be certain."
"I am here." Lips tightening, Spock did not like to have his actions questioned. "I am here because my mother's people never accepted me, and my father's people disowned me. I was without family, but I have found a home here with you, Sovval."
"And we welcome you, brother." The Vulcan allowed the relief he was feeling to show plainly on his face. "We, of Vulcan who have rejected Surak and the old ways, see what a superior being you are. We acknowledge your intellect, your knowledge, your experiences. You were born to lead us."
"You flatter me. So new to your community and you already want to make me a leader? Give me some time."
A ghost of a smile appeared on Sovval's lips. Not bound by Surak's philosophies, the show of emotions was no longer considered in bad taste. "You may take some time, but not too much. I have high ambitions for you, my friend." Turning to leave, he had one last piece of advice for Spock. "Accept the Orion's gift. Do what you want with the slave. It helps our cause, and if it makes you feel any better, the Terran would be better off as a slave to us than to a Romulan. They take special delight in brutalizing their slaves, especially any races who are members of the Federation."
Spock inclined his head slightly in understanding. "Agreed."
**
Lying in a darkened room James Kirk shivered in cold and fear. For months now he had hoped for death, and had thrown himself in any situation that would have granted him his wish. Unfortunately, he had never stopped to consider that he might end up in circumstances far worse than death. Taken captive and sold as a slave, and not just an ordinary slave, but a sex slave. He had no doubts about this, as his captors had prepared him thoroughly. A humiliating experience that had involved shaving off his body hair, and fingers in his ass, stretching and oiling him.
But his degradation was just beginning as he was now trussed up naked in some sort of sling apparatus, arms shackled by long chains above his head and legs bound spread eagle. He was going to be raped. And what was most frightening was that he didn't even know by what or whom.
Attacked by Kalars, he had been knocked unconscious, and upon awakening had found himself a prisoner of Orion slave traders. This was not surprising, since the Orions controlled Rigel VII, home of the Kalars. Time had passed while he was kept drugged up and blindfolded, so now he had no idea what part of the galaxy he was in, let alone what planet he was on. Shivering turned into shaking, as he lay alone in the dark with only his terrified thoughts to keep him company.
**
"And why do you honor me with such a gift?" Spock asked the Orion pirate, while studying him intently. He noted that Eloro displayed similar physical characteristics to Vulcans and Romulans and concluded that the Orion must have some native Rigellian blood in his ancestry.
A momentary flash of surprise crossed Eloro's face. "You are Spock of Vulcan, are you not? I was told. . . ."
"He is Spock, son of the Vulcan ambassador Sarek and former commander in the Federation Starfleet." Sovval stepped between the two men, hastily interrupting the pirate.
"Of course." Eloro continued, expression smug. "Son of Sarek. You come from a most *influential* Vulcan family."
"That is true." Spock answered, eyeing the pirate with suspicion. "But I have been disowned by my father and his family. I am no longer welcome in their home nor on Vulcan. So if you thought that you could ingratiate yourself with them through me, you are mistaken."
"No. No. No." Eloro hastily protested. "I was told that you are one of the leading members of the Vulcan community here on Ch'rihan. The slave is a gift of goodwill. Call it an incentive for you and your people to quickly come to an agreement with the Romulan Star Empire."
"A leading member? You have come to an erroneous conclusion that I hold such a lofty position here. I am newly arrived, and. . . ."
"We, the new Vulcans. . . ." Sovval again interrupted. "Have decided on a new way of life, not imprisoned by Surak's rigid teachings, much like the Romulans did so many years ago. But we haven't totally rejected everything Surak preached." Grabbing Spock's arm, he squeezed, sending an unspoken message. "We still follow Surak's tenet of humbleness. Spock, here, is being modest. He is indeed one of our leading citizens and leaders, and he respectfully accepts your gift."
Body going rigid, Spock did not like having another speak for him but to argue in front of an Orion would be demeaning. Face impassive, he still gave Sovval a meaningful look that only the other Vulcan could interpret.
"But of course." Eloro was relieved. The key figure in his plans was the Vulcan Spock. "Come this way." He led the two men to another room. "The slave has been prepared and is waiting for his new master. I'm sure you'll be pleased with him."
**
Moving arms and legs as much as he was able, Jim Kirk tried to keep blood circulating through his limbs. Fear had now turned to a fatalistic numbness. He was resigned to the fact that his future would only be more pain and degradation. A sorry end for the man Starfleet once considered their 'golden boy.'
"Gary, do you see me?" He spoke softly to himself. "Is this my penance, my punishment for my sins against you? After this will you. . . ." His whispering was cut-off by the door opening.
"This slave is a humanoid from the planet Terra. Both beautiful and physically fit, he'll be able to attend you both in manual and sexual service." Eloro said proudly as he led Spock and Sovaal over to Kirk.
Stopping in his tracks, Spock couldn't control the shock that showed briefly on his face. Fortunately, Eloro was not paying attention to him as he continued his sales pitch. "Male slaves are so much more practical, you know, especially ones who are healthy and fit. This one. . . ."
"Silence!" Holding up his hand, Spock commanded the Orion to be quiet, as his eyes met the widened, stunned eyes of his former captain and friend.
"You like him, don't you?" Turning to Spock, Eloro was concerned. He had been promised that the Vulcan would find this particular slave desirable. "His coloring is quite. . . ."
"What is his name?" Spock demanded the information from the pirate, now careful to keep his expression blank.
"Name?" Eloro couldn't help but scratch his head in bafflement. "He's a slave. He has no name. But you, as his new master, can give him any name that pleases you."
"So you know nothing of his background? Where he came from?" Stepping up to Kirk, Spock stared intently into the other man's eyes, warning him, 'reveal nothing.'
"I was told. . . ." Eloro caught his blunder and quickly corrected it. "He's a human, around 30 earth years, in good physical shape except for being a little underweight."
The word underweight caught Spock's attention, as his gaze took in the flat stomach and protruding ribs of his former captain. The Jim Kirk he knew had never been underweight, but in fact, at times had problems with weight control.
Closing his eyes, total shame now overrode Kirk's fear. To be in this situation in front of his former Vulcan First Officer was more than he could bear as turned his head away, hearing his heart pound in his chest.
"Take him, he's yours." Eloro urged Spock. One step closer to his objective, he just needed the Vulcan to take the carrot.
Sovval's hand on his arm reminded Spock again that if he refused the Orion's gift, Jim would suffer the hellish fate of a Romulan slave. Studying the naked form in front of him, Spock couldn't help the lust that shot through him. Forbidden fruit, but not any more. No longer a true Vulcan, he could give in to his passions without shame or dishonor.
"The Romulan custom dictates that the new master show his ownership by taking possession. . . ." Sovval inclined his head toward Kirk. "Of the new slave."
Despite sympathy for his former captain, sexual craving was making Spock's blood burn. The man being given to him had always been his one true desire. "Leave us!" He commanded the slave trader. "Your gift pleases me. I will take this slave as mine."
"Let him stay." Sovval again spoke to Spock softly. "At least for the beginning. His presence will verify your possession of the slave. No one can question ownership when there are witnesses."
"Both of you may stay but only for the beginning." Blood now humming in his ears, Spock was fast losing control and reason. His James was being offered to him. 'Take him.' His inner voiced urged him. 'You spent most of your life denying yourself. Fate has bestowed him to you, seize the opportunity.'
"I will make him mine." Muttering to himself, Spock released and stroked himself a few times before moving up against the golden body that for years had haunted and corrupted his reason, his logic.
Feeling the hardened organ press against his opening, Kirk's eyes flew open in disbelief. His former First Officer and friend had betrayed him again.
Spock would have liked to start slow, sparing pain, but he needed to satisfy the Orion. Thrusting in hard, he ignored the other's man's gasp of pain. "Now all of you LEAVE ME!" He growled over his shoulder, before closing his eyes, enjoying the human coolness that surrounded him.
As soon as the door closed behind Sovval and Eloro, Jim pushed with his hips in a futile attempt to dislodge the man inside him. "GET OFF ME, Spock. GET OFF. . . !"
"Fight and you'll only make it hurt worse." Voice low, Spock lowered himself down to completely cover the body beneath him.
"Have you lost your Vulcan mind? GET OFF ME NOW, Spock!"
"You forget to whom you're speaking." Moving his pelvis, Spock began to gently rock back and forth. "I am your new master. You are mine. I claim you."
"You sonofabitch!" Despite his anger, Jim couldn't help but feel the body on top of him, rubbing against him. The pain inside of him was dissipating, leaving only a sensation of fullness. "Getting a kick out of this, you Vulcan mutant. Being able to literally fuck your former commanding officer."
"Insulting me is not your wisest course of action right now." Another hard thrust and Spock felt the body beneath him tighten in pain.
Closing his eyes, Jim couldn't help but gasp. "Taking your revenge, Spock? What did I do to make you hate me so?"
"If I wanted revenge, I would have betrayed you to the Romulans." Using his Vulcan control, Spock stopped moving, studying the man beneath him. "Did you know that you are here on Ch'Rihan, capital of the Romulan Star Empire. How do you think the Romulans would treat former starship Captain, James T. Kirk as a slave? Your body would be ripped apart by their abuse." Voice softening, he brought his hand up, caressing Kirk's face. " T'hy'la, stop fighting me. I can make this enjoyable for you."
"NO!" Moving his head back and forth, Jim tried to evade those long, Vulcan fingers. He knew that Spock was trying to initiate a mind meld. "You've already taken my body by force; you're NOT going to take my mind as well."
"Struggling will get you nowhere." Spock's right hand grabbed Kirk by the face, as his left reached for the other man's meld points. "You've already been given to me." Vulcan mind reaching for the human's, Spock sought total and complete unity.
Body stilling, Jim could feel Spock both physically and mentally. An euphoria began seeping into every cell in his body, but inborn stubbornness and will power drove him to at least prevent one victory for the Vulcan, as he fought to close his mind off.
Eyes snapping open in surprise, Spock felt Kirk raise his mental barriers. He had no idea how the non-telepathic human had such a skill. Expression amused, he bent down to whisper in an ear. "You never cease to amaze me, T'hy'la, but no matter, you will not win in the end."
Eyes closed, Jim refused to look at the face above him. A familiar face, but the man in the face had changed. Spock was not the Spock he had known and once called friend. "I may be your slave, and you can rape me, beat me, do what you will, but you will *never* completely own me."
"Time will tell, will it not?" Reaching down, Spock began to fondle and caress the other man.
Softness turned to hardness, despite Kirk's determination to control his arousal. Spock knew exactly how it should be done. Perfect pressure and stroke.
"I am not yours!" Kirk spat out through gritted teeth, trying to control his treacherous body. But he couldn't help his hips from moving, as a sure hand stroked him harder and faster.
"Let go T 'hy' la." Spock instructed. The organ in his hand began to swell. Gripping it harder while at the same time pushing with his hips, he buried himself in the human coolness.
Jim couldn't stop his orgasm. Cock throbbed, cum spurted, and sphincter muscles clenched tighter.
Feeling the other man's climax, as muscles tightened around him, Spock thrust twice more before spilling himself deeply into the man beneath him.
As the cock within him pulsated, Jim felt the sensation of a warm wetness spray his insides. The warmth radiated from his pelvic region to other parts of his body.
Chest still heaving, Spock slowly pulled himself out. Looking down, he watched his withdrawal, studying the sphincter ring that had held him so tight and had given him such pleasure. Raising his head, he saw confusion, resentment, and hate written in wide, hazel eyes. "I have claimed you as mine. Accept your fate, because here on Ch'Rihan there is no possibility of escape for you."
**
Arms now released, but still bound in the sling, Kirk rubbed his wrists, while eyeing Spock who had come back into the room carrying a wet towel. More humiliation as the Vulcan began to wash the cum and sweat off of him.
"Heard you went back to Vulcan." Breaking his vow of angry silence, Jim couldn't stop himself from speaking. It helped him ignore the gentleness of Spock's touch. "Heard you were at some place called Gol, purging all of your emotions. Weren't too successful, were you?" He half taunted, half sneered at the Vulcan.
"They in essence threw me out." With care, Spock was washing off Kirk's genitalia and anal region.
Head falling back, Jim sucked in his breath. Spock's touch on his most private areas was disturbing. "Good." Voice filled with venomous mockery, it was his only defense.
Finishing his clean up, Spock looked Kirk in the face. "I was disgraced, dishonored. This led me to join a sect of Vulcans whose philosophies are anti-Surak. They believe that Vulcans should learn how to live again, and already . . . ." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'm finding this philosophy most gratifying."
"Fuck you, Vulcan half-breed." Jim muttered sullenly.
Spock didn't bother to answer back, but the amused expression on his face showed that Kirk's insults made no impression on him. Undoing the last of the sling's straps, he freed Jim of his restraints.
Legs weak and rubbery, Jim would have fallen, except for the hard body that he quickly grabbed on to. A strong feeling of deja vu swept over him. How many times in the past had he clung to this man, needing his strength and support? A strong arm wrapped itself around him, holding him up.
"No! I can stand on my own. Let go of. . . ."
"You're weak, and it's imperative that we leave here quickly." Spock interrupted. "So stop acting foolishly." Vulcan strength allowed him to lift Kirk as if he were a child. Grabbing a blanket, he wrapped it completely around the body in his arms.
"I can't breath." Clawing at the blanket, Jim tried to uncover his face.
"Keep your head covered!" Spock commanded, holding Kirk's body tighter against him. "There are Romulans who know your face. If one of them should see you. . . ." He didn't bother to finish his warning, as Jim stopped struggling. "I'm taking you back to the lodgings that were given to us by the Romulans. It is considered a temporary Vulcan settlement. You'll be safe there." With one last check to see that no part of Kirk was visible, he made his way to the exit.
**
Legs still shaky but functional, Jim staggered into the bathroom to take a shower. Romulus, a planet of lakes and seas, had no water shortage, so he had the luxury of a 'real' shower. He could have spent an hour or more just standing under the spray of water, imagining that it could wash away the horror that his life had become since Gary had died, but weakness wouldn't allow it.
Turning off the shower, he grabbed a towel to dry off, when the sound of voices caught his attention. Carefully making his way to the bathroom door, he cracked it open.
"You are pleased with your new slave then?" The Vulcan Sovaal inquired deliberately.
"Yes." Spock eyed Sovval suspiciously. "What interest do you have in this slave?"
"I know who he is." Sovaal stepped closer to Spock. "Captain James Kirk, your former commander."
Calm voice deceptively belied the strong emotions that churned within him, as Spock grabbed the other Vulcan by the arm. "And what do you know about him?"
"He was captured by the Kalars, and then given to the Orions." The fingers around his arm tightened to a painful level, forcing Sovval to speak quickly. "They were planning to sell him as a slave. I arranged for him to be brought here."
"And how is it that you knew this information?"
"I have been keeping watch over your captain, Spock." The grip on his arm loosened, giving Sovval an opportunity to step away. "Three months ago, galactic standard time, he was forced to kill his First Officer and long time friend. Since then, according to space chatter, he's never been the same. Rumor has it, Starfleet was just about to relieve him of command."
"On what basis?" Spock stared coldly at Sovval.
"Mental breakdown. Talk was that he was suicidal."
"Starfleet is run by fools. James Kirk would be the last person to be suicidal." Turning away, Spock said this with conviction, but a doubt had formed in his own mind. Before Jim had raised his mental shields, Spock had caught a glimpse of something dark in the other man's mind. "And I still do not see why you, who do not even know Jim Kirk, would have such an interest in him."
"He interests me because of his importance to you." Voice quiet, Sovval gaze was open and honest. "The Masters of Gol turned you away because of your feelings for him. Is that not correct?"
Folding his arms across his chest, Spock was not surprised that the reason for his disgrace was public knowledge. The Vulcans had learned to control their passions but not their tongues. Despite the illogicality of gossip, it still flourished on Vulcan. It seemed that without emotions, something else was needed to give them social interaction. "So after learning of his situation, you arranged to bring him here as my slave?"
"It was easy enough. A few bribes and promises. Spock. . . ." Sovaal once again stepped close to the other man. "He's your property now. Slaves are permitted in Romulan territory, so keeping him is no problem. But in order for us to stay with the Romulans, we need something of value to secure our position here with them. You could help. You have the scientific, technical, and military knowledge that they want. Help us in our negotiations, and if we're successful, we can all look forward to a new life here on Ch'Rihan."
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