The BLTS Archive - Prices & Incentives
by Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten (blueberrysnail@yahoo.com)

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Beta: Saavant & Hypatia,

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A stunning red sunset spilled across the clear Vulcan sky. It cast a
bronze-colored gleam over the hovercar that was delivering Imperial
Commander Spock and his young concubine to the house of his father,
Governor Sarek. The man driving the cab snuck glances at her as often
as safety would permit; she was a very beautiful but somehow at the
same time mannish female, slightly alien about the eyebrows--and so
young! He supposed it was one of the perks one could choose from as
right-hand man to a captain in the Imperial Fleet. For a moment, he
briefly wondered what the captain's mistress herself must look
like--if he had not demanded that Commander Spock hand over his prize,
his own must be even more desirable.

Saavik sat in silence beside the Commander, her eyes cast down
respectfully at her hands in her lap. Spock did not speak to her;
instead, he gazed out the window at the ancient city. In a few minutes
he would greet his father, one of the most powerful men on the planet.
Disagreement with that power had driven him from his homeworld, but
his own position now strengthened his confidence enough to return on
occasion. And bringing Saavik along made it easier, smoothed the
deal--Sarek had taken quite a liking to her on their first meeting,
right after Spock had first retrieved her from the streets.

That liking had obviously burned itself into Sarek's memory, for he
had asked about the young girl frequently in his subspace
communications with the Enterprise. For the sake of the honor he was
obviously very glad Spock had earned, he was careful not to sound too
personally interested in another sexual encounter with the female, but
his eyes betrayed his eagerness. Spock was a half-Vulcan, raised on
Vulcan, and he knew how to see through even the most stoic of Vulcan
masks.

Sarek wanted her. With an almost human obsession.

The hovercar stopped in front of the Governor's Mansion and the door
slid open. Spock paid the driver and then helped Saavik out of her
perch and onto the sand. Together they walked down the white marble
path to Sarek's door.

"Are you ready, Saavikam?"

Saavik, wise in her training, waited until they were obscured by oasis
foliage to tilt her head and look him square in the face. "Ready, and
longing." A small lock of her brown hair whipped around in the desert
wind like a flagellum, and she wiped it nervously behind her ear.

"I promised I that would bring you here when you had acquired
satisfactory comprehension of organic molecules and reactions," Spock
reminded her proudly.

"And have I, Commander?" Saavik asked, beaming already with the
confidence her studying had earned.

"What is ribulose 1,5-bisphosphate?" As if he had the ability to turn
back now, with Sarek expecting them. Not that it mattered; the testing
computer had scored her with a perfect for a reason.

"It is a five-carbon sugar used as the renewable foundation on which
atmospheric carbon is fixed in photosynthesis," Saavik promptly
responded. "There are phosphate atoms attached to the carbons in the
one and five positions."

Spock nodded. "It is good that your studies did not delay us any
further. My father would have grown impatient, and I would not have
been able to explain our bargain to him," he said with dry humor.

"Does he still believe me to be fifteen years old?" Saavik was twenty,
but her baby face and waiflike body made her look years younger. The
desires she had aroused in Sarek were slightly pedophilic.

"Yes."

"And that I am your bedservant."

"Yes. Do not forget this." For a moment a deep look pierced Spock's
eyes. He was thinking of Kirk, Saavik knew--the man whose security was
protected thanks to that little misconception.

Sarek was powerful, and power depended to some measure on respect.
Respect declined if a man's son was spoken of as a catamite, and since
Captain Kirk outranked Spock, it seemed natural to put that name upon
Sarek's son. Rather than protest with the truth--Spock's dominance in
the relationship--and chance not being believed, Sarek preferred that
Spock spare him the situation entirely by ceasing relations with Kirk.
He was quite adamant about this, a state of mind exacerbated by his
extreme distaste for Spock's actions, and Spock knew he could be
dangerous. He was quite capable of striking from afar and ending
Kirk's life, if he felt the human was interfering with his own status
in Vulcan politics. Kirk was safer if Spock was "with" Saavik, who in
reality was his pupil--and not as naive as she looked.

As they entered the grand house, they slipped back into their public
personas--Spock, the calm, no-nonsense first mate of a starship, and
Saavik his dainty possession. It was a good thing none of the servants
were Betazoid, or they would have seen her thinking about ionic
charges.

The servants ushered them through the ornate hallways to Sarek's
private lounge. Saavik remembered the last time she'd been here, and a
throbbing anticipation quickly grew between her legs. Sarek thought he
was teaching a shy child how to give a hand-job; he had fueled her
masturbatory fantasies for the past countless months. This was the
fact Spock had taken advantage of to teasingly encourage her studies,
although he knew she would do well even without the extra incentive.

Spock and Saavik were shown into Sarek's room. The Governor awaited
them on his sofa, sipping from a tall, narrow goblet. "Spock," he said
serenely, nodding.

"Father."

"I see you have brought me young Saavik." He was trying to act casual,
but his excitement could almost be smelled. Saavik could tell, and she
was thoroughly wet.

"Yes, as you requested," Spock said in an almost-businesslike tone.

Sarek lifted his hand. "Leave us," he indicated to the servants. When
they were alone, he turned his attention fully to the young girl.
"Saavik, Spock was instructed to bring you here for your first
experience with sexual intercourse so that I might properly initiate
you as his bedmate." He turned his face to his son. "Have you informed
her of this?"

Spock nodded.

"And has she been prepared?" Sarek asked.

Spock nodded again. "Yes, with certain... implements." He neglected,
of course, to mention that the preparing had all been done by Saavik
herself with her own dildo, and that he had never even been present
for these events. Indeed, the young woman most knew as his concubine
had never seen his shaft...

"Saavik, approach me." Sarek beckoned with a nod. Chemist buried under
actress and nymphet, Saavik bowed her head and shyly padded forward.

Sarek reached for her and placed one hand gently on each of her
slender hips. She resisted the impulse to buck into his hands, but she
did stare unashamedly at the tent in his robe. It twitched and defined
itself as he ran his hands over her slender frame. He was clearly
enjoying the sensation of a small body beneath his grasp.
Intellectually, she was disgusted, but she was more concerned with her
own pleasures than abstract virtue at the moment. Besides, she figured
that it was only logical for her to exploit his sick  fascination for
her own benefit.

Sarek stood, and directed Saavik to lie across the sofa. She situated
herself against the cushions, her long dark hair spreading out behind
her head in soft, inviting waves. With big shining eyes she looked up
at Sarek, glancing across the room at Spock for a moment. Sarek didn't
notice because he was too transfixed with her, but Spock winked at her
before quickly turning around to avoid the scene.

He was nose-deep into an map that was hanging on the wall before Sarek
noticed his inattentiveness. "Spock, attend," Sarek called sharply.

Spock his his reluctance and joined his father at the sofa. He had
hoped to avoid the scene ahead, which apparently would prove to be far
more awkward than anticipated. But his eyes showed nothing. "Yes,
Father?"

"You are to participate in her education, Spock," Sarek told him. "Did
you not tell me upon our last meeting that you wished to educate her?"
He meant it as a disapproving, ironic barb, not realizing that the
irony had doubled back on him like a boomerang.

"You had told me that you wished to deflower Saavik yourself." A human
Spock would have been stammering. Luckily, he was half-Vulcan.

Sarek nodded reassuringly. "And I will do as I have said. However, it
is to you that she belongs. It is only right that you be involved in
this event."

Spock glanced at Saavik quickly. Her expression didn't change, and she
continued arranging her robes around her legs calmly. He read her
apparent passivity as apathetic approval, in that secret language of
those who trust each other in a dangerous world.

Well, if intimate relations with his protege were what it was going to
take to keep his father's henchmen away from his James... at least
Spock and Saavik understood each other, so it would not be an entirely 
alienating experience.

Sarek pushed aside Saavik's robe as if he were unwrapping the gold
foil from his favorite variety of gourmet chocolate. Her lithe little
body rose and fell in breath as she waited for his assault. Spock
hovered behind his father, concentrating on her face.

Sarek cast aside his own robe, revealing his erection to Saavik.
"Touch me," he commanded. She complied, enveloping him in both her
palms and rubbing slowly.

His organ leapt firmly under her touch. Each time her hands reached
the tip, she rubbed her thumbs over its blunt edge, pushing around the
pliable skin. A small bead of clear, gelatinous Vulcan semen oozed
forth, and she spread it around as she continued the hand job.

Sarek stepped around so that he was beside her, and she changed the
angle of her grasp to maintain contact. "Spock," he commanded.
"Prepare her for my entrance."

Without a word, Spock circled the sofa and reached her legs. He nudged
them open gently, one hand on each spindly knee, and knelt between
them. He was hit full-force with the strong scent of her fruity musk,
and two probing fingers verified that she was, indeed, soaked with the
juices of her arousal. She would probably have been fine without his
help in lubrication, but it would diminish his father's pleasure as a
controlling individual if he were to know how badly she wanted this.
And it didn't matter, because she would enjoy his ministrations. 

He moved his face to her reaching pussy and licked it gently. He knew
he was supposed to be softening her labia and leaving saliva to
lubricate and prepare for Sarek's entrance, but he snuck several
surreptitious licks to her clitoris. She twitched and wriggled in
appreciation, and tugged harder on Sarek's member.

"She is ready now," Sarek decided, monitoring her reaction.

Spock stood and moved away, letting his father take his place. Sarek
positioned his erection against Saavik's vagina, and ran his hands
over her soft little body in eager anticipation. It was all she could
do not to shove herself against him and impale herself, but Spock
would be angry with her if she seemed too eager. It could easily get
him in trouble. And so she waited.

She did not have to wait long. With a grunt of pride, Sarek slid into
her all at once. She yelped in pain, but smiled when he had completed
his thrust. Somewhere behind her desire, she was distantly aware of
Spock holding her hand soothingly.

Sarek stood at the center of her supine body and pumped into her over
and over, jerking his hips rhythmically. He gasped loudly a few times
before pausing, sheathed.

"Spock."

Spock's eyes did not move from the floor, but he answered, "Yes?"

"Let her fellate you. You will be the next to take her depths."

Spock took a deep breath. Saavik's fingers started haphazardly
scrabbling at his fly, but she was too distracted by the sound fucking
Sarek was giving her to be of much use there. He finished unbuttoning
and took out his penis, willing it erect at the thought of his real
lover's muscled thighs.

Saavik watched it grow before her big, understanding eyes, and reached
for it as he approached her face. She grabbed it awkwardly as her body
was thrown around a little with each shove from the Governor, and
licked its tip a few times before she could actually maneuver it into
her mouth. She sucked the head inside, and washed all around it with
her tongue. Spock instinctively bucked between her lips slighty, his
eyes closed and his thoughts somewhere else.

Sarek, too, had closed his eyes, to avoid the arousal-deflating
distraction of seeing his son being serviced. He had replaced his
visual devouring of Saavik's slim body with ravishing her with his
hands--rubbing twin paths of sweaty hunger from her tiny breasts to
her narrow hips. She writhed gleefully under all the attention, pussy
straining to be hit in all the right places. A pity Sarek wasn't
incredibly concerned about those, she observed with childish
superiority.

A moan escaped her lips, and her youthful voice propelled Sarek
towards his climax. With the grace of practice, he extricated himself
from between her legs and moved to straddle her chest. Grasping his
penis with one hand and moving one of her hands to his testicles with
the other, he ejaculated across her left breast. She fondled his balls
as the semen issued forth and coated her nipple.

The Governor moved away from her, gasping and clutching his spent
member. "She is yours for the taking," he alerted his son, who in his
closed-eyed reverie had been mentally far away from this place and
scenario.

Spock shifted slightly and let his penis slip out of Saavik's mouth.
Their eyes met as he climbed on top of her.

With great care for her comfort, and deliberation due to his own
unfamiliarity with the female sex, he slid his erection between her
wet labia. She pushed against him and groaned a little with restrained
pleasure, not really understanding whether or not she was supposed to
be having fun, in Sarek's eyes.

Spock's fingers drifted to the side of her face. Sarek's sharp eyes
caught the movement, fixated as he was on Saavik's face as she "took
it" from another man. "You meld with her?"

"I wish to benefit from the sensations I am causing her," Spock
improvised. He understood his father perfectly. The Governor hadn't
asked him to fuck Saavik in front of him only to ensure his son's
steadfast heterosexuality; he also derived a perverse pleasure from
seeing what he still thought was a little girl have sex--with anybody.
He therefore wouldn't question Spock's supposed desire to enjoy a
similar voyeurism--of the reactions of her mind instead of her body.

Spock's mind entered Saavik's, and she cuddled up against him like an
animal. //Did you enjoy your experience with my father?// he asked,
half amused and half concerned.

//To some extent,// she answered. He pumped in and out of her a few
times as they conversed within themselves. //I am sorry that I am not
Captain Kirk,// she suddenly thought, compelled by the severe passion
she saw lurking in his memories.

//I am not,// Spock reassured her gently. //Captain Kirk is my first
and most important passion, and he will always mean the most to me,
but I have only one Saavik--and I am glad to have her. She makes me
proud.//

//I am honored.// She started shifting around into his thrusts.
//Spock--//

//What is it?//

//Would you mind aiming *here just so*?// And she showed him in her
mind.

//Ahh, I see.// He changed his technique, and grasped her body in his
free arm. //Do not hold back, Saavik. He will enjoy the thought of me
'debauching' you--as if that were possible.//

//*amused*//

Then she began to grunt like a wild thing. With every push from his
hips she moaned louder, and since they were melded, she felt an echo
of his escalating arousal. Together, they throbbed towards a shared
orgasm.

He pushed her over the edge first, transmitting into her mind a
dizzyingly erotic image of himself and his James, coitally fused. Her
pussy contracted and her legs kicked in the air, and he quickly
slipped out and came all over her chest, adding to the wetness already
shining there from his father. His other hand left her face and he
used it to cup her vulva, coaxing out as many undulations as she would
give.

He ignored his father, who was halfway across the room climaxing
again, this time hidden within the folds of his robe.

Saavik lay on the couch for a few moments and rested, feeling very
satisfied. After some time, Sarek had his servants fill the stone
basin near the fireplace with hot water, and he and Spock watched her
clean herself as they spoke between them.

"Your prize is progressing nicely," Sarek said to his son. "I hope she
has given you considerable incentive to cease your embarassing
behavior?"

Spock sucked one lip slightly into his mouth. The believability of
this afternoon would likely determine whether James's life was to be
at risk from Sarek's forces. "She is quite sufficient," he said
diplomatically. "She does all that I desire her to do." Well, that was
at least true...

Sarek nodded, blindly pleased with the answer, and gazed at Saavik,
nude before the firelight. She lifted her eyelids to meet his gaze,
thinking to herself how little he really knew of prizes and
incentives.

Ribulose 1,5-bisphosphate, indeed.

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The End