The BLTS Archive - The Wages of Sin
by vulcanprincess

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Archiving: TOSHET, all others just ask.

Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. I receive no profits from this.

Beta: Thanks to Dale for her awesome beta and for staying up all night to see
that this could get posted.

Acknowledgements: Plot Bunny courtesy of Rolletti.

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Christine Chapel paused at the entrance to the Officer’s lounge. It was the
annual Enterprise New Year's Eve party and the room was already crowded with
ship’s personnel coming and going. Even though time was no longer measured by
Earth standards, the traditional holidays of their home world had been brought
with them into space. They had become, in fact, even more nostalgic in their
celebration of them. They were the last vestiges of a planet bound culture that
had by necessity embraced galactic ideals. There was something very comforting
in the repetition of customs that had been handed down through centuries on the
world of their birth.

The decorations committee had outdone themselves this year. The room was
decorated in festive colors. Banners with wishes for the year draped the walls.
Party streamers and balloons were everywhere. Laser light displays flickered
across the ceiling. The floor was littered with discarded party hats and
confetti. A large video terminal had been set up at one end of the room
broadcasting subspace transmissions of the festivities taking place in the
various cities of Earth. A large chronometer mounted on the far wall was
counting down the time to the start of the ‘new year’.

Christine stepped cautiously into the room, her eyes hurriedly searching for
the one man she knew would not be in attendance. He never attended such
functions, yet she found herself hoping against hope that maybe this year he
would make an appearance. Maybe this year . . . well who knows . .. one could
always hope for the impossible.

She did a double take when she spotted a dark head at the back of the room.
Moving further into the room, she spied the blue science department uniform with
the two rows of braid on his sleeve designating his rank as that of Commander.
There was no one else on the ship that fit that description. Smiling to herself
at her luck, she headed in his direction.

As she passed the buffet table, she suddenly stopped short. Her mouth fell
open as she became aware that he was not alone; he had a date on his arm. And
to add insult to injury that date was her best friend, Nyota Uhura. The
communication’s officer was chatting happily with him, her fingertips resting
lightly, almost possessively on his arm. Christine watched as Nyota pulled
Spock down to whisper something in his ear. Spock gazed down at his companion,
his eyes locked on hers. The breath caught in Christine’s throat. How often
she had wished he would look at her like that. She watched in morbid
fascination as Nyota reached up to causally brush something off the Vulcan’s
tunic, her eyes glancing flirtatiously up at him. Was something going on
between those two? She apparently wasn’t the only one who noticed. Two women
from the science labs strolled by their eyes focused on the couple across the
room.

“How long do you think it will take for him to realize the obvious?” the
blonde asked her companion.

“Almost as long as it will take her to figure it out. How can she not see how
much he loves her? It’s written all over his face,” the brunette retorted.

“Oh, sorry,” the blonde said, accidentally bumping into Christine. She
glanced up in surprise to see the nurse staring disapprovingly at her. “Oh
shit,” she murmured under her breath. The brunette grabbed her quickly and
pulled her toward the buffet table.

“I feel so sorry for her,” Christine heard her whisper as they scampered away.

Burning tears arose in Christine’s eyes as the gist of the conversation sank
in. They felt sorry for her because Spock was in love with Nyota. She glanced
back at her friend across the room. They were right. It was so obvious even a
blind man could see it. How could she have been such a fool? As she watched,
Nyota handed Spock a glass of wine. As their fingers brushed together, they
stood transfixed for a moment, each staring into the others eyes.

Christine felt her stomach muscles twist into a knot. They were so close to
each other. For an instant, it seemed as if Spock was about to lean down and
kiss the communications officer. Christine found herself holding her breath.
In fact, time itself seemed to be holding its breath as if waiting for Spock to
make his move. She closed her eyes, not wanting to witness the heartbreak of
that moment.

When she opened her eyes, she noted that Doctor McCoy had joined the couple.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Time resumed its normal flow as if nothing had
happened. But something had happened, Christine now knew, even if the two
parties involved did not. She knew the awful truth and. as irrational as if was
for her to feel so, she vowed she would never forgive her friend.

As Christine watched, Nyota turned to face her, seemingly have become aware of
the pair of eyes burning a hole in her back of her head. What did Christine see
in her eyes? Guilt? Fear? Shame? She did not wait to find out. She turned and
fled the room. She heard Ny’s voice calling frantically after her, but she did
not stop. She ran until she was out of breath, sobs racking her body. She
rounded a corner and suddenly fell into a pair of burly arms that impeded her
way.

“Nurse Chapel, what the devil are ye doing running through the corridors like
a banshee out of hell is chasing ye?” Chief Engineer Scott asked his eyes wide
with concern.

“I... I... ” she began, then found herself unable to make the words come out.
Betrayal tore through her heart like a phaser blast as the scene in the officer
lounge replayed itself once again in her mind. She struggled to evade the
engineer’s grasp, her arms flailing wildly as she sought to be free to find the
sanctuary of her quarters. She needed to hide away from everyone she knew to
let out the searing pain that was burning in her soul.

“Now lassie, hold on there,” Scotty said, using all his strength to keep from
being injured by her struggle.

“Please let me go,” she begged.

“All right, just promise me you will calm down and talk rationally with me,
otherwise I will have Chekov here go get Doctor McCoy.”

Chris glanced over to see the navigator, his mouth hanging open, regarding her
with a shocked expression on his face. She was also suddenly aware of the fact
that a crowd was beginning to gather around her and the two men.

“Please, don’t do that. I just need to get out of here, please,” she pleaded.
“I just want to go to my quarters.”

“Are ya sure you’re not needin’ a doctor?” Scotty asked. “I canna recall ever
having seen ye in this condition before.”

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head violently. “Just help me to my cabin,
please.”

“Well all right,” Scotty agreed reluctantly. “Come on Chekov. Let’s get the
lady home. The rest of ye, don’t just stand there like a bunch of vultures,
don’t ye have duties to attend to?”

The crowd quickly dispersed, as the various crew personnel hurried off in
different directions.

“Meester Scotty, are you sure we shouldn’t call Dr. McCoy?” Chekov asked.

Scotty gazed down at Christine who looked back with eyes wide with horror.
“Are ye verra sure you don’t need a doctor?” he asked.

“No,” she whispered breathlessly. “I... I... I’m fine. I just need to rest.”

“All right. Don’t worry, lass. We’ll see ye safe to your cabin,” Scotty
said, slipping his arm around her waist and urging her forward. Chekov moved
around to the other side and added his support to the engineer’s.

As they came around a bend in the corridor, Christine suddenly gasped and
pulled on Scotty’s arm, causing the three of them to stumble backwards.

“What’s wrong, lassie?” Scotty asked, his eyes traveling down the corridor to
where he saw the ship’s communications officer frantically pressing the buzzer
on the door to Christine’s cabin. “It’s just Nyota,” Scotty replied soothingly.
“She must have come to check on ye.”

“Please, I can’t talk to her now. Not now. Please,” Christine cried, new tears
forming and flowing down her cheeks.

“Is there some trouble between the two of ye?” Scotty asked, confused. “I
thought ye two were the best of friends.”

“We were,” Christine replied.

Scotty raised an eyebrow at her use of the past tense. “Aye, well in that
case, what would ye have us to do?” Scotty asked, glancing around the corner.
Uhura had been joined by Commander Spock. They stood talking for a few minutes.
Uhura was waving her arms toward the door as if urging some kind of action on
the Vulcan’s part.

Christine shrank back even more at the sight of the first officer. “I can’t
stay here,” she gasped. “I can’t let them see me.”

“Well I dinna know what else to do,” Scotty began.

“My quarters are right here,” Chekov suggested. “We could hide out in my
cabin until they leave.”

“Good idea,” Scotty said, beaming at the young officer. “That is, if it’s
alright with ye, Miss Chapel?”

“Yes, that will be fine,” she said, breathing a sigh of relief.

They waited as Chekov quickly punched in the code to unlock his door, then
waved Christine inside.

“Computer, lights on,” Chekov ordered. “I apologize for the mess,” he said,
looking sheepishly at the other two. “I have to clean up after Sulu all the
time.”

“That’s okay,” Christine replied, seeming to have regained some of her
composure. “Thank you for letting me stay here.”

“If ye don’t mind my asking, what is this all about?” Scotty asked.

“I can’t talk about it right now,” Christine replied, her voice once again
sounding dangerously close to tears.

“Well, now, if you don’t feel like talking about it, then we just won’t talk
about it,” Scotty replied, smiling comfortingly at the disheveled nurse.

“Perhaps you would like a drink?” Chekov asked.

“That would be nice,” Christine replied.

Chekov walked over to the replicator and dialed up three glasses. Reaching
into a cabinet, he drew out a bottle.

“Ye’re not going to offer her that slop, are ye?” Scotty asked in horror.

“This is vintage vodka,” Chekov replied, a momentary flash of anger in his
eyes. “Do you have something better?”

“Give me a minute,” Scotty said, turning and heading toward the door. “I have
a bottle of verra old Scotch in my quarters. Just the thing to take the edge
off whatever is troublin’ ye.”

“Please don’t let anyone know I am here,” Chris squeaked.

“Dinna worry lass, I won’t say nary a word about ye being here,” he promised.

Chekov watched as the doors closed behind the Scotsman. He stood silently for
a long moment. Christine guessed that he was probably unaccustomed to being
alone in his quarters with a woman. “Would you like a glass of vodka?” he asked
timidly. “If not, Meester Scott will be right back with the scotch.”

“Yes, I would very much like some vodka,” Christine replied, smiling up at
him. Taking the glass from him, she downed it in one swallow.

Chekov stared at her in shock. “I have never seen a woman drink vodka like
that!” he sputtered incredulously. Getting up from the bed, she reached for the
bottle and poured herself another drink, and drank it down as well.

Within moments, she felt the room begin to whirl slowly around her, but she
didn’t care. She reached for the glass and fell catching herself on the desk.
Giggling, she tried again, this time succeeding in pouring herself another
drink. “Here,” she offered, “have a drink.”

“I will do that,” Chekov replied, taking the bottle from her. He watched her
as she went back to sit down on the bed, her glass clutched tightly in her
hands. He had never expected to see the normally reserved nurse act this way.
“Can I get you something to eat? You shouldn’t drink like that on an empty
stomach,” he suggested.

“I’m not hungry, yet,” she replied, staring down sadly into the vodka in her
glass, “at least not for food.” Her voice carried an obvious seductive tone.

“What do you want then?” Chekov asked, nervously gulping his drink.

“It’s getting hot in here,” Christine replied, slipping off her jacket to
reveal the glittering halter top beneath. Leaning back on the bed, she propped
herself up on her elbows and kicked off her shoes.

“Yes it is. Wery hot!” Chekov agreed, taking another swig of his drink.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off?” Christine said, her eyes roaming over
his body. Getting up from the bed, she sauntered over to stand before him.

“Miss ... Miss Chapel...,” he began.

“Christine,” she corrected

“Christine,” he stammered. “I thought you were ill. Perhaps you should rest
awhile,” he said, wiping away the beads of sweat that were forming on his
forehead.

“Only if you agree to join me,” she purred, moving his damp bangs aside.

“Well, if you inseest,” he replied coyly, slipping his arm around her waist.
Taking his hand, she led him unresistingly over to the bed.

“Well now, what’s going on here?” Scotty asked, entering the room, a bottle
clenched in each hand.

“We were just...” Chekov replied, pulling away from Christine, his face
turning a bright shade of red.

“It was obvious what ye were doing,” Scotty growled. “I am sorry, Miss
Chapel. The lad is young. He is obviously needin’ better manners.”

“But Meester Scott,” Chekov blurted.

“It wasn’t his fault,” Christine interjected. “I was the one who started it.
And now I am going to finish it!” She sauntered over to take one of the bottles
out of Scotty’s hand.

“I am so glad the two of you thought of this,” she said in a seductive tone,
wrapping her arms around Scotty’s neck, the bottle of scotch still firmly
clenched in her fist. “I really didn’t want to be alone tonight.” She ran her
fingernails lightly down the line of his upper spine. He shivered under her
touch.

“Lass. I don’t think that is such a good idea,” Scotty protested, stepping
backward. “Ye don’t know what ye are doin’.”

“Yes, I do,” she replied, looking up at him with wide blue eyes. “I am going
to fuck the shit out of you, both of you.”

He stared at her speechless as she set down her bottle, then removed the glass
from his hand and placed in on the table. Reaching up, she undid the silver
strap fasted at the back of her neck and let the bodice of her dress fall to her
waist revealing two firm white breasts. “Now which one of you wants to go
first?” she asked, looking from one to the other.

Chekov sat staring at the floor for a long moment. When Scotty did not reply,
he set his drink down hard on the table and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
“Well, if Meester Scott doesn’t want to, I will,” he said, moving over to take
her in his arms.

“I dinna say I didn’t want to,” Scotty argued. “I just dinna want to take
advantage of the lady.”

“The lady in this case wants to be taken advantage of,” Christine replied, her
hands roaming down Chekov’s back to knead the soft flesh of his buttocks through
his trousers, returning to take hold of the hem of his tunic. Balling it up in
her fists, she jerked it up and over his head and threw it to the floor.

Fire flamed in his eyes as he pulled her toward him, his mouth hungrily
seeking hers. She had not thought him capable of such passion. His tongue
flicked across her dry lips, teasing them open. She let her jaw relax and her
lips parted allowing him entry. He gripped her in a bruising clench tight
against his body. A small knot of hardness formed in his groin that grew
rapidly in size.

She was suddenly aware of another pair of hands reaching around her back to
grasp her breasts. She flung her head back against the solid chest behind her,
aware of a hard protrusion pushing against her backside. The seal on the back
of her dress was suddenly opened, freeing her lower body of its confines. The
silky material slithered down her to her ankles to lie in a pool at her feet.
She felt a probing along the crack of her buttocks as thick fingers tore away
the satin fabric of her panties and sought her opening. She gasped as they
found their prize and slid up inside her.

Chekov’s kisses grew more insistent as he worked his way down her body. This
was so wrong she knew, but she was helpless to stop herself. She wanted this,
wanted it more than anything. She wanted them to take her hard and violently.
She needed something to burn all the anger out of her.

She fumbled with the fastening to his trousers, her finger working
frantically, driven by her now almost overwhelming need to have him.

“Let me help you with that,” Chekov offered, laying his hands over hers and
moving them gently out of the way. The fire in the Russian’s eyes swiftly
developed into a raging inferno. Quickly he divested himself of his pants and
threw them on top of his tunic.

Behind her, the fingers were sliding skillfully in and out of her rapidly
moistening opening. She moaned and threw her head back in utter abandon as the
heat building in her groin gave way to an earth-shaking orgasm. It had been so
long since anyone had touched her like this. In all the time she had been with
Roger, he had never ignited this kind of conflagration within her. It took
every bit of her disintegrating self-control not to scream out in pleasure.

“Ye like that, do ye, lass?” Scotty whispered in her ear.

“Oh, yes,” she said breathlessly.

“I thought it was my turn first,” Chekov objected, irritation thick in his
voice.

“Laddie, you just sit over there and wait. I outrank ye, remember that!”
Scotty retorted. “Besides, let a real man show ye how it’s done.”

Picking Christine up in his arms, he carried her over to the bed and laid her
down on the soft surface. She was a beautiful sight, he thought to himself.
Her golden hair was arranged around her head like a halo. The soft white mounds
of her breasts were fluttering in a rhythmic pattern in time with her breathing.
Her blue eyes were alive with desire. She slowly opened her legs in silent
invitation to him.

“Ah, lass, ye make it hard for a man to resist,” Scotty said, grinning
broadly.

“Then don’t,” she smiled, beckoning him to come to her.

Reaching over he retrieved his glass of scotch and downed the remains of the
glass. Throwing it aside, he slid down onto the bed, his face nuzzling up
against the warm moistness between her legs. She gasped as his tongue flicked
across her clitoris. Her body bucked spasmodically up against his lips, begging
for him to continue.

“Patience,” he replied, slipping a thick finger up inside her warm canal, then
withdrawing it to taste her juices. “Nothing goes better with scotch than a
warm willing woman I always say,” he replied, returning once more to his task.

Christine writhed and moaned as his attentions grew more intense. She reached
for a pillow to cover her mouth to silence her cries. As his tongue slithered
up inside her, she could not hold it back any longer. She screamed, throwing
the pillow aside and digging her nails into mattress. “I need you in me NOW!”

“Lass,” Scotty cautioned. “Ye keep up that racket and the whole ship will
hear ye. The last thing we need is for security to show up at our door.”

“They can just join the party!” Christine exclaimed. “I will fuck them too.
I could fuck every man on the ship tonight... except for one – that green
blooded son of a bitch.”

“You mean Meester Spock?” Chekov asked, setting down his bottle of vodka and
staring open mouthed at her. He had never heard her talk about the first
officer or any one else about ship this way before.

“Yes! He thinks he is so high and mighty. I wasn’t good enough for him.
What does he see in her anyway? My ass is just as nice as hers, don’t you
think?”

“Who is her?” Chekov slurred.

“That back stabbing little bitch who called herself my best friend, that’s
who! Pretends to listen to me cry over him and all the time she’s been plotting
to take him away from me. Lyre lessons, right! That is what she said they were
doing all those nights alone in her cabin. And all that time she was trying to
seduce him. How could I have been such a fool? And I thought I was doing the
right thing by playing sweet and innocent, hoping that he might notice me.
Well, I won’t make that mistake again. My sweet and innocent days are over!”

“I am sure you are imagining all this!” Chekov replied.

“No, I saw it with my own eyes. They were practically screwing each other
right there at the buffet table!” Christine's eyes grew moist again. “Why would
he want to hurt me like that? He knows how I feel about him. Why?” Tears began
to roll down her cheeks.

“Ye just forget all about him tonight,” Scotty replied. “Old Scotty here will
make ye forget he ever existed.”

“Please,” Christine said, her arms reaching beseechingly for the engineer.
“That’s what I want … what I need.”

“If that’s what ye want lass, I am just the man for the job,” Scotty growled.
Slipping his arms under her knees, he pushed them up to her shoulders.
Situating himself between her thighs, he slid easily into her already saturated
opening. She immediately tightened her inner muscles around his engorged organ.
“All right, ye asked for it,” he said, as he began to pound furiously into her,
his cock slipping in and out of her opening at near warp speed. She ignored the
throbbing pain in her lower abdomen as her hips ground furiously into his. She
wanted it to hurt. She needed it to hurt, anything to drive out the demons that
were taunting her mind. How could she have been such a fool? Everyone on the
ship would be laughing at her when the truth came out. The man she had pined
over, the man she had so foolishly declared her love for, was in love with her
best friend. Nyota would be the one to live out her fantasy. Nyota would be
the one to spread her legs and welcome him into her innermost being. Not Christine.
No not Christine. Once again, she had lost out to another woman. First, Roger to that
‘mechanical geisha’ he had invented, now Spock to a living one.

Christine held tightly to Scotty as he repeatedly impaled her with his cock,
the in and out motions building up a sweet friction within her. A fire ignited
in her groin and quickly spread outwards encompassing the whole of her being.
She let out a loud cry as her body was racked by an orgasm with the force of a
matter-antimatter explosion.

A moment later, she felt Scotty climax within her, his seed filling her to
capacity and oozing out onto the bed sheets. Then his weight came off of her as
he rolled over onto his back beside her. “I can’t tell ye how long it’s been
since I felt this good,” he said, sighing contentedly.

Chekov put aside the bottle he was drinking out of and came over to stand next
to the bed looking down at her. “Now I will show you the way the Russians do
it,” he slurred, reaching down to roll her over on her stomach. Grabbing her
buttocks, he lifted them high into the air and entered her from behind, plunging
into her with such force that her face was pushed deep into the mattress. She
experienced a moment of panic, thinking she would suffocate. Then his weight
shifted and she was able to turn her head to the side so that she could breathe.
Over and over his cock plummeted into her depths, jarring her body with each
thrust. She would not have thought him capable of such intensity. Finally, he
stopped moving and she felt his cock quiver within her as he released his pent
up stream into her, bathing her walls with a warm sticky fluid.

As he withdrew from her, leaving her weak and shaking, she collapsed onto the
bed. Chekov reached over to slap her soundly on the buttocks. “Now that is how
a Russian takes a woman!” he exclaimed proudly. Grabbing the sheet he wiped
himself off and staggered over to retrieve his bottle from the desk and turn it
up, emptying it of its contents.

“Well now if it’s a competition ye want, I am up for it!” Scotty replied. “But
first I think the lady needs another drink.” He leaned over to hand the half
empty bottle to Christine. She turned over and reached up a hand to take it.

“Yes, after that I need a drink!” she said, her breath still coming in gasps.
Turning the bottle up, she finished it off and threw it against the wall.

“Sh!” Chekov cautioned her. “You will have Riley over here.”

“Tell him to join the party!” Christine replied. “I can handle the three of
you.”

“Lassie, I think ye need to reconsider what ye’re doing here. “Are ye sure
ye want to continue this?” Scotty asked, eyeing her with concern.

“Damn sure,” Christine replied. “But first I need another drink.”

“Ye finished up my last bottle of scotch,” Scotty replied, almost tearfully.

“I have more vodka,” Chekov interjected.

A loud banging on the door interrupted them. “Now see what you’ve done,”
Chekov replied. Racing to the bathroom, he grabbed a couple of towels and a
robe. Covering himself with one of the towels, he handed the other one to
Scotty. He quickly slipped the robe over Christine’s shoulders and pressed the
panel to open the door.

“What’s going on in here?” Riley asked, raising an eyebrow at Chekov’s state
of undress. “Did you just get out of the shower? It sounded like you and Sulu
were tearing the place apart.”

“Sulu is on the bridge,” Chekov replied, trying to block his view of the room.

“Hey what ya got going in there?” Riley asked, giving Chekov a sly look and
peering over his shoulder. “Did I interrupt something?” he asked, grinning
broadly. “Who you got in there? Come on you can tell me. It’s Riley, your
best friend.”

“You’re not my best friend,’” Chekov frowned. “And there is no one here.”

“Except me,” Christine said, throwing off her robe and staggering over to
stand behind Chekov.

“Miss Chapel!” Riley exclaimed, his mouth gaping open in shock. Then seeing
her state of undress, he turned bright red. “I’m sorry,” he said, backing away
from the doorway. “I better be going.”

“Please don’t go,” Christine replied brightly. “Come on in. You’re more than
welcome to join us,” she invited. “We were just starting to have fun,” Christine
laughed.

“That is we were until you arrived,” Chekov added sourly.

“Now laddie, ye need to be a bit more friendly with your guests,” Scotty
scolded him. He picked up the robe Christine had dropped and placed it over her
shoulders. She turned and gave him a questioning look. “We don’t want ye
catching cold now do we,” he said, giving her a stern look.

“Mr. Scott!” Riley exclaimed. “Look, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”

“You’re not interrupting anything,” Christine replied, running her tongue
along her lips as she glanced seductively at Riley. “Please come on in.
Everyone is invited. The more the merrier.

“Well, I was just getting ready to break out some whiskey to welcome in the
New Year...” Riley began.

“Whiskey!” Christine exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. “We’re all out here.
I’ll fuck you for a drink.”

“I’ll be right back,” Riley said, a broad smile on his face.

“Miss Chapel, I really think we ought to get ye back to your quarters. I
really don’t think ye are yourself tonight,” Scotty insisted.

“The hell with being myself! Tonight I want to be the most desirable woman on
the ship,” she proclaimed.

Scotty shrugged his shoulders and reached for his bottle of Scotch. He had
tried his best. She was obviously in no condition to listen or to care. ‘Hell
hath no stupidity like a woman scorned,’ he murmured to himself, taking a drink
from the bottle.

A few minutes later Riley returned with several bottles of the promised
whiskey. He wasted no time in availing himself of Christine’s offer.

“I’ve heard stories about you Irish men,” she said, slipping her arms around
his neck, and nuzzling his ear. “Is it true what they say?”

“Well, my dear, I guess you’re about to find out,” he replied cockily, making
quick work of removing his clothes.

“Well,” she said, looking him up and down. “So far you seem to be living up
to your reputation.

Sliding his hands down her back, he gently caressed her buttocks.

“Um,” she murmured, reaching down to grasp his scrotum in her hand. He
groaned loudly and bucked up against her palm as she began kneading the soft
flesh.

“Oh baby,” he groaned louder as she took his engorging cock in her hands and
rolled it between her fingers. “You keep that up and I am going to cum right
here.”

“Well then, I guess we need to move this someplace else,” she said looking up
at him through long lashes. Playfully she scampered over to the bed and lay
down in the center, eyeing him seductively.

Grinning, he walked over to stand next to the bed, his eyes taking in her naked
form. “Hey there pretty lady,” Riley said, bending down to brush a stray strand
of hair out of her face.

Fresh tears filled her eyes as the vivid memory of another time he had said
those words to her returned. It was during the mission to Psi 2000 when they
had suffered the effects of an unknown virus that caused them to lose control of
their emotions. She recalled with shame how she had made a fool of herself by
confessing her love to Spock. For all the good it had done. He had rejected
her advances, the first of many such times.

“What’s wrong?” Riley asked, wiping away a tear that trickled down her cheek.

“Nothing,” Christine replied, reaching up to caress his cheek. “Just kiss me,
please.”

“Your wish is my command, fair lady,” he replied, brushing his lips gently
against hers.

“You can do better than that,” Christine coaxed him, slipping her hand down to
caress his testicles.

A soft moan issued from his lips. “Well when you put it like that,” he said in
a hoarse voice. He bent down to kiss her once again, this time more urgently.
Christine wrapped her legs tightly around his lower back, her hips eagerly
bucking up against his.

Her eyes roamed down to take in his engorged manhood. Now that he was fully
erect, he was bigger than she had expected. Her breathing rate quickened in
anticipation of having his cock inside her. She did not have long to wait.
Placing the head of his penis up against her opening, he pushed it slowly,
almost tantalizingly, into her moist depths.

“Oh,” she breathed, as she opened her legs wider to accommodate him. The
feeling of fullness was so delicious. This was how she had always fantasized it
would be with Spock. Her body shuddered uncontrollably as he began thrusting.
As the waves of her orgasms died down, she opened her eyes to see him smiling
down at her, obviously pleased with her reaction.

“Lets see if I can make you do that again,” he said as he slowed the pace of
his thrusts. She found herself once again experiencing that warm flush fill her
lower abdomen as he moved in and out of her at a leisurely pace. The sweet
buildup of tension flooded her body as once again she climbed to the heights of
ecstasy only to drop off into a spiraling orgasm. Still Riley did not hurry.
His fingertips worked magic down her body. She felt as if she were floating on
a cloud of contentment as her body responded eagerly to his.

Apparently it was not as pleasing for the others in the room. She heard their
sighs of exasperation. “I wish he would hurry up and not take his fucking time
about,” she heard Chekov murmur.

“All right all ready,” Riley shot back. “I was trying to give the lady some
pleasure.” However, he slowly picked up the pace of his thrusts.

She lay back on the bed her body totally relaxed enjoying the incredible
sensations he was evoking from her body. The pace of his thrusting increased as
he neared his own climax. His breathing became more labored. Suddenly he gave a
loud moan, his cock spasming within her as he released his seed into her depths.

“Um, that was wonderful,” she breathed. “I had no idea you were so talented.”

“Honey, you should have known,” he said, winking at her as he dismounted. “I’m
Irish remember.”

“I will remember that in the future,” she replied, smiling contentedly.

“Just give Little Kev a few minutes and he will come back for seconds,” he
assured her. He reached down to tweak her nipple playfully, in a way that
almost made her come again.

“I am looking forward to that,” she replied, sighing deeply.

She felt a shift of weight on the mattress as Riley got up and Chekov took his
place.

This time, the young navigator was gentler with her, engaging in extended
foreplay. She found herself responding readily to him. He really was a good
kisser, she discovered. She shivered uncontrollably as he kissed his way down
her body. She wrapped her legs tightly around his neck, as he licked and kissed
her most intimate areas. She almost jumped out of her skin when his teeth
grazed her clitoris.

Slipping his arms under her buttocks, he nuzzled in closer, slipping his
tongue up inside her. A heated shock wave like an exploding sun raced through
her. Her inner muscles convulsed as his tongue played along the sensitive area
inside her. She whimpered loudly, her hands opening and closing spasmodically
as she tried to keep from screaming.

Chekov smiled at her as he came up for air. “Meester Scott was meestaken.
Nothing goes better with a warm willing woman than vodka and the tongue of a
Russian,” he boasted, glancing over at the others out of the corner of his eye.
“After all, this technique was inwented in Russia.”

Riley rolled his eyes and yawned. “Yeah right. Everything was inwented in
Russia especially the art of exaggeration!” Riley snorted. “Now the Irish...”

“Fuck the Irish,” Chekov grinned, winking at Christine.

“She already did,” Riley returned nonchalantly, taking a leisure swig of his
whiskey. “And loved every minute of it!”

Christine laughed hysterically. “I did at that,” she replied. “Come here,
Pavel,” she said, seeing the slightly hurt look on his face. “It’s time to fuck
the Russian.”

“And you will love every micro-second of it,” he replied, giving Riley a ‘so
there’ look.

“Shut up and kiss me,” she ordered, holding her arms out to him, inviting him
into them.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he murmured between kisses.

Wrapping her legs around his lower back, she rolled him over so that she rode
atop him. “And now its time to return the favor,” she said, sliding down the
length of his body, so that she was positioned between his thighs. Taking his
cock into her mouth, she ran the tip of her tongue around the head of his penis,
causing another tremor to run through him. An even louder cry issued from him
as she grazed her teeth gently along the sensitive frenulum on the underside of
his penis. She wrapped her tongue around the shaft, letting it spiral in and
out of her mouth as she pulled and sucked on it, watching it grow it size as
blood rushed to fill it. He suddenly spasmed violently, his body arching upward
from the bed. His eyes were tightly closed and his fists were clenched as his
body was rocked by an even more violent convulsion. His shaft suddenly twitched
spasmodically as it released a drop of pre-cum onto her tongue.

“Chreestine,” he gasped. “I cannot hold it much longer.”

Smiling to herself, she moved up to straddle his hips. Grabbing hold of his
cock, she slid down onto it, impaling herself. It was amazing how powerful a
woman could feel with a man totally at her mercy. Pleasure was hers to give or
to take away. Throwing her head back, she gave herself over to the animalistic
passions rising within her.

“Oh God, Oh God,” he moaned loudly as he found himself encased in the warm
moist environment of her vaginal cavity. The muscles lining her inner walls
closed tightly around his shaft, sending another violent tremor through his
body. Rhythmically she began to rock back and forth, enjoying the feel of his
cock sliding in and out of her. She gradually increased the speed of her
motions as the fire burning within her grew in intensity.

“Oh God,” he cried out again as he exploded within her. A nanosecond later
she joined him as her own body succumbed to the force let loose within her. She
rode him hard, grinding her hips furiously against his as his semen bathed her
inner walls. And still she would not let up, not until his limp penis finally
gave up the fight and slid out of her, leaving a sticky trail along her inner
thigh.

She smiled with satisfaction, noting that this time it was he who was shaking
with exhaustion and on the verge of collapse. He crumpled on top of her, his
breathing coming in ragged gasps as he fought for air.

Sliding off of him, she rolling him over and slapped his buttock resoundingly.
“And that,” she proclaimed loudly, “is how an American woman takes a man!”

“I concede,” Chekov panted. “You win.”

“I’d like to see you try that on me!” Riley smarted off.

“Hey, it’s my turn next,” she heard a voice say. She looked up to see Johnny
Farrell standing over them.

“She is all yours, for the moment,” Chekov said, getting to his feet and
bowing slightly, motioning for Farrell to take his place.

“How did you get here?” she asked, giving the newcomer a confused look. She
did not remember him entering the room.

She glanced over at others drinking on the opposite side of the room.
Christine noticed that the Chief Engineer was regarding her intently. He
murmured something to himself and downed the rest of his drink. She gave him a
bewildered look, but he looked away from her. His demeanor seemed agitated,
almost angry to her.

“I saw Riley in the hallway,” he responded, drawing her attention back to him.
”He said he was on his way over here. And that there was a party going on and
everyone was welcome. I told a couple of the other guys about it and they will
be here after shift,” he said. “Riley said that you told him the more the
merrier,” Farrell said awkwardly. “Was he wrong?”

“No, I did say that,” she replied, looking back toward the other side of the
room, but Scotty was gone. What had happened between them in that instant of
time? She was not sure, but for some reason she felt the sudden desire to run
after him.

“So, are we going to do something or not?” Farrell asked, regarding her
quizzically.

“I guess we are,” she replied absently. She was barely aware of him sliding
in between her legs. Her eyes were still focused on the empty chair against the
wall.



As the night wore on, it seemed more and more men crowded into the room. Word
must be spreading through the ship like wildfire, she thought. Over and over
she felt them mount and dismount her, as they used her body for their own
pleasure. She had long ago ceased to enjoy what was happening. It was all
becoming mechanical now, only the need to get back at Spock and Uhura still
burned within her. She felt the man atop her climax inside her. She had no
idea who he was. In fact, she had no idea who any of them were.

Shoving him off of her, she reached over and grabbed a bottle out of another
man’s hand and drank down the contents. As she felt the liquid burn its way
down her throat, she choked back a sob. This was all so meaningless. She had
thought this would make her feel wanted, desirable, but right now she just felt
like a cheap tramp. She might as well be charging for her services instead of
giving it away to strangers.

She felt hands grip her ankles and move them apart. She held out her arms to
encircle the next man in line. He was a young kid barely out of the Academy.
His dark hair was cut in a Vulcan type hairstyle. He smiled tenderly up at her.
Reaching up she ran her hands through his shiny black hair. For a split second
in time, she thought she saw Spock’s face superimposed on his, then her vision
cleared as his face came back into focus. “I liked it better the other way,”
she whispered softly.

He seemed to hesitate before entering her. She looked up into his soft brown
eyes. So like Spock’s she thought. Was this how he would look as a human? she
wondered.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he admitted shyly.

“What is your name?”

“Timothy,” he replied, a nervous quiver in his voice.

“Well Timothy, how about you letting me get on top? It will be easier that
way.”

He nodded silently and rolled over onto his back. Christine smiled down at him
as she positioned herself on top on him. “Just lie back,” she instructed him.
“I will do all the work.” Taking his hands, she placed them on her breasts.
Clumsily he began to knead them. That’s right,” she encouraged him. Taking his
cock in her hands, she massaged it until it flared to life. Then she lifted
herself up off him briefly and guided his cock inside her opening. She smiled
at the expression of wonder that appeared on his face as he got his first taste
of a woman.

Moving slowly at first, then with an increasing rhythm she rode him. To her
surprise, she felt the stirrings of an orgasm begin deep inside her. The fire
inside her quickly roared into an inferno as she increased the speed of her
movements. As the first tremors shook her body, she felt him join her.
Together their body moved as one toward climax. As she went over the edge, she
cried out a name. Timothy rolled over taking her with him. Pushing deep inside
her, he discharged a flood of semen into her, then collapsed exhausted on top of
her. He lay quietly atop her for a moment, his body heaving as he tried to draw
air into his lungs.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, a quizzical look on his young face. “What did you
call me?”

“I’m sorry,” she replied, recalling with embarrassment whose name she had
uttered. “You just remind me of someone.”

“Hey kid, get off her and let the rest of us have a turn,” a loud voice barked.

“Thank you,” he whispered in her ear as he got up from the bed.

“You’re welcome, Timothy,” she replied, kissing him gently on the cheek. A
loud banging on the door caused her to look up.

“Now who could that be?” Chekov said, throwing on a robe and answering the
door. He opened the door to find several rough looking men in red security
uniforms. His expression grew hard as he recognized one of them.

“Hey Chekov, I hear you got a party going on here,” the man laughed.

“It’s a private party, Randall,” Chekov replied. “Your kind is not welcome
here.”

“Well, its not private anymore,” Randall grunted, pushing Chekov aside. He
glanced around the room. “Well, now what have we got here,” he said, his eyes
lighting on Christine. “Well, well Miss Chapel, isn’t this a pleasant surprise.”

Christine grabbed a blanket and quickly covered herself. Something in the way
he was looking at her made her skin crawl. She glanced over at Chekov, breathing
a silent prayer that he would not let him in.

“Get the hell out of here, Randall,” Chekov shouted.

“How about you get out of my way,” Randall suggested, “before I have you taken
to the brig.”

“On what charge?” Chekov retorted angrily.

“Public intoxication to start with,” Randall replied

“But I am in my own cabin,” Chekov argued.

Grabbing the ensign by the shoulders, he shoved him out into the hallway.
“Now you’re not,” he laughed loudly. “Take him to the brig, let him sleep it
off.”

“Why you mother fucking asshole!” Chekov yelled. He broke free and lunged at
Randall, knocking him to the floor. The other men with Randall quickly pulled
him off the security officer and restrained him tightly.

“Well now we can add assault on a superior officer to the charges, can’t we?”
he laughed. “Take him!” he ordered, signaling to the guards holding Chekov.

The young ensign fought them as they dragged him away. “I will get you for
this, Randall,” he shouted.

“Sure,” Randall muttered. “I’m quaking in my boot. Come on,” Randall said
motioning to the two men still with him to enter the room, “lets go join the
party.” Swaggering into the room, he sized up the other men gathered there.
Taking a bottle from the table, he opened it and drank down the contents,
glaring wolfish at Christine.

She closed her eyes and turned her head away from him. She had heard stories
about him. In fact, she had witnessed his cruelty first hand. More than one
woman had showed up in sickbay after a night with him. However, fear of him had
always prevented them from following through on filing a report. He was
apparently very good at his job and had come to the Enterprise with high
recommendations. She doubted the Captain had been made aware of his off duty
conduct. It was well know that Kirk did not take lightly any mistreatment of
his crew.

Her attention was diverted as a heavy weight came down on her body as another
of the men in the room, slid between her legs. She did not even open her eyes
to see what he looked like as his cock slid inside her. What did it matter
anyway? It was not the face she longed to see.

‘Damn you Spock!’ she thought as she ground her hips into his. She blinked
away the tears clouding her eyes and was able to make out a face. She gasped in
horror. It was one of the techs from the medical lab. She had worked with him
on several occasions. He had even asked her out a few times, but she had turned
him down. He grinned down at her in amusement as he emptied himself and then
rolled off of her. “Who’s next?” he called out loudly in a business-like voice.

“I believe I am up next,” Randall announced in a challenging voice. He
glanced around to see if anyone of them would dispute his claim. No one made a
move to stop him.

Fear arose in her as she saw him approach the bed. She pushed herself up on
her elbows and attempted to escape before he got to her. She managed to get to
the edge of the bed and swing her legs over the side. However, as she went to
stand up, her foot got tangled in the bed sheet, causing her to lose her balance
and fall backward onto the bed. Randall seized her by the ankles and pulled her
toward him. She struggled to free herself from his grasp, but he held onto her
firmly, pinning her legs down on the bed.

Christine closed her eyes tightly as he shoved her legs apart and roughly
inserted his finger up inside her. “You like that. honey?” he asked, leaning
down so that his nose was even with her own. She gagged as she caught a whiff
of his breath reeking of alcohol. She turned her head away from him trying to
get a breath of air. She struggled to shove him off of her, but could not budge
him.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he slurred in a slightly drunken voice.

“Please let me up,” she gasped.

“Hey the fun is just getting started,” he replied, as he fumbled clumsily with
the seal to his pants. “You want to help me here, sweetheart?” he laughed.

“Please, I want to go back to my quarters?” she pleaded.

“Everyone else has had his turn, its mine now,” he said roughly pushing her
back down onto the bed. “It’s too late to try and say no now. You started this
and you’re going to finish it!”

“No, please,” she begged, looking desperately for someone ... anyone she
knew. With the exception of the lab tech, she had no idea who these men were.
The alcohol induced fog she had been in suddenly cleared and she returned to her
senses. What was she doing here anyway, lying naked on a bed, letting anyone
and everyone use her like some kind of prostitute? She must have lost her mind.
What had ever possessed her to do something like this? Where had all these men
come from? There must be some kind of sign on the door advertising her
services. How many of them had already ‘taken their turn’ with her? She would
never be able to walk down the ship’s corridors with pride again. Christine
suddenly felt sick to her stomach. She had to get out of here. Kicking her
legs wildly, she struggled to free herself. Randall reached down and grabbed
her wrists in both his hands. Crawling on top of her, he pinned her legs down
with his knees.

“Now you just calm down there,” he growled. Continuing to hold her wrists
together with one hand, he reached over with the other to a bottle from the
dresser. Taking a large swig from it, he looked down at his captive. “Would
you like a drink, baby?”

“No thank you,” she replied, glaring up at him.

“Come on, have a drink,” he insisted drunkenly. Pulling her head up, he
forced the bottle against her lips and turned it up. She gagged as the surge of
liquid burnt its way down her throat, trickling out her mouth and spilling down
her chin onto her chest.

“No use in wasting a good bottle of liquor,” he laughed as he leaned down to
sloppily lick the whiskey from her between her breasts, his powerful hands
clenching her breasts in a vise like grip.

“Give me another bottle,” he yelled at one of his friends. The other man
quickly placed a bottle in his outstretched hand. He took another long drink
then once again pressed it up against her lips.

She shook her head at him, her lips held tightly together. “Now that’s no way
to be,” he said, irrationality thick in his voice. Gripping her jaw, he forced
her mouth open and poured half the bottle down her throat. She coughed and
sputtered as some of it went down into her lungs.

“What’s the matter, baby, can’t hold your liquor?” he laughed, leaning down to
kiss her roughly.

“Please, no,” Christine pleaded, trying without successful to shove him off
her. “Let me go, please.”

“Bitch!” he snarled. “You got a problem with me. I bet if I grew pointed
ears your pussy would be dripping. You like those green blooded bastards, don’t
you,” he growled. Restraining her with one hand, he reached down with his free
hand to try once again to unseal his pants. He finally managed to get them open
and pulled out his cock. She closed her eyes trying to shut out the sight of
the huge blood engorged organ. “Wait until you get a taste of this, honey. You
will forget all about that half-breed piece of shit you’re so fond of. He can’t
hold a candle to this beauty.” Sliding his hand between her thighs he forced
them open, his massive cock positioned ready to impale her.

“No!” she screamed, as she felt the hard object push up against her opening.
Desperately she tried to twist out from under him. He grabbed her hands and
pulled them painfully over her, his body weight holding her down.

“Please someone, please help me,” she begged, her eyes wild with fright.

“Hey Randall, take it easy with the lady,” a young ensign called from the
sidelines.

“Shut up, asshole,” he yelled back. “It’s my turn and I will fuck the bitch
my way!”

“Please . . . please help me,” Christine said, looking beseechingly at the
man who had intervened.

“Shut up whore before I slap the shit out of you. I‘ll do the same to you, Montoya,
if you don’t get the hell over there with the others and wait your turn,” he said,
glaring menacing at the ensign.

The young man turned pale. He glanced down helplessly at Christine and
murmured a silent apology, then walked back to take a seat against the far wall,
his eyes averted from the scene being played out on the bed.

“Now you just like lay back there like a nice girl and let daddy fuck you. It
won’t hurt so bad if you lay still. Besides, I’ll have you broke in good in no
time,” he said, grinning down at her. Christine choked back a sob as Randall
placed his cock against her vaginal opening and brutally drove it deep within
her. Had his predecessors not left her so well lubricated, she had no doubt he
would have torn her apart by his violent entry. As it was the pain was almost
unbearable. Without giving her time to recover, he began to ruthlessly pound
within her, jarring her internal organs with each thrust.

Christine lay as still as she could, her teeth clenched, her eyes focused on
the ceiling above her head. She found herself counting the thrusts to keep her
mind off the havoc he was wrecking on her body. She felt the room start to
whirl around her as the effects of the whiskey took effect. Everything seemed
to be happening in slow motion even the sounds in the room seemed Doppler
shifted as the brutal assault continued.

Shame burned deeply within her. She had been stripped of her right to say no
by this animal. And the worst of it was there was nothing she could do about
it. She couldn’t very well press charges. What would she say, “Well Captain, I
was laying naked on a bed in a crewman’s quarters servicing the entire male
population of the ship when I was raped.” No jury in the galaxy would ever
believe it. She glanced around again seeking help from any of the men present,
but none of them would meet her eyes. They had all suddenly become interested
in the deck under their feet. Where was Scotty? He was an officer, surely he
would come to her rescue, but he and Chekov along with Riley and Farrell had
disappeared. She was alone in a room full of strange men. As she watched,
several of them got up, put down their drinks in disgust and walked out of the
room.

Panic filled her as she realized that any minute she could find herself alone
with this beast. “Please,” she begged, “please don’t leave me here.”

A loud slap across her face sent her mind reeling. “I said ‘shut up’ slut,
I’m not finished with you yet. You didn’t mind opening up your legs for
everyone else, why should you have a problem with me?” He grabbed a handful of
her hair and jerked her head upward. “Don’t you like me, bitch!”

“Please,” she begged. “Please,” she looked at him with tear filled eyes.

There was no pity in the eyes that looked back at her, only animal lust, her
pleas for mercy seeming only to spur him to further aggression. Savagely, he
began thrusting into her anew.

As a last feeble attempt to dislodge him, she raked her nails down his chest,
leaving long lacerations down the front of his body. He let out a long laugh.
“So you do like it rough, huh Baby. Well let’s see how you like this! Grabbing
her by the knees, he pulled her legs up to her shoulders, allowing him to
penetrate her more deeply. Her body was racked by spasms of pain as he plunged
in and out of her already torn and bleeding vaginal opening.

Her strength spent, she lay unmoving as he heaved and convulsed above her.
Finally, he gave a loud cry and grew still, his cock quivering inside her as he
unloaded his stream within her. His breath coming in gasps, he unsteadily got
to his feet and looked over at his companions.

“Anyone else want a try at the bitch?” he asked, getting up from the bed and
resealing his pants. He looked over at the remaining men in the room.

They all sat silently staring at Christine who lay huddled on her side on the
bed, clutching her abdomen.

“Well?” he asked again. “She’s all warmed up now. None of you man enough to
take her?” When no one volunteered, he reached down and picked up a half empty
whiskey bottle. Walking back over to the helpless woman, he rolled her over on
her back, his hard eyes taking in the terror in hers. Grabbing her ankles, he
pulled them roughly apart. “Well then, just let this keep my place until
I’m ready for you again.” Tilting the neck of the bottle downward, he shoved it
up inside her. She groaned loudly as the hard object tore into her. The
remaining contents bathed her inner walls, trickling out her opening and down
her thighs. “Now you just leave that there, honey,” he cautioned her. “I’ll be
right back.” He grinned down at her in satisfaction. “And Nurse Chapel, this
time it will be my turn to do the exam on you!” He winked at her and walked off
laughing at his own joke.

Christine lay shivering on the bed, her body racked by cramps; the heavy
weight of the bottle inside her increasing her discomfort, the alcohol burning
the lacerations he had inflicted on her. She had never felt so alone and
vulnerable in her life. Why did the others do nothing to stop him? He was
only one man. How could they just sit there and let this happen to her in front
of their eyes and not try to stop it?

Christine wrapped her arms around herself trying to warm herself. It had
grown so cold in the room. She spied a blanket lying in a heap at the foot of
the bed. Randall had his back to her. She reached over, straining to reach it,
her body aching with the effort. Every movement she made jarred the bottle held
captive inside her sending new waves of cramps through her. Gritting her teeth,
she lunged across the bed, catching the edge of the blanket in her fingertips.
She breathed a sigh of relief and pulled it across the bed.

Christine was startled by a sound across the room and looked up to see Randall
watching her in amusement. She froze in terror as he got up and walked over,
unceremoniously ripping it out of her grasp. A plaintive whimper escaped her
lips as she watched him toss it across the room leaving her naked and vulnerable
before him.

Oh no you don’t, bitch!” he yelled belligerently. “I want an unobstructed
view. My little glass friend seems to be enjoying himself all warm and cozy
inside your cunt. You just lay there like a good girl and let me watch him fuck
you for a while. I’ll take his place soon enough.” He swaggered back over and
turned his chair around with its back to her.

“The rest of you get out of here NOW!” he ordered. Obediently they got up
silently and hurriedly filed out of the room. Randall sat down, straddling the
chair, an open bottle of whiskey in his hand. He took a long drink from the
bottle, then sat there motionless, his eyes never leaving her.

Christine closed her eyes in resignation. The other men had deserted her.
Sulu would not be returning to his cabin until the end of his shift which was
still hours away. Short of Chekov coming back, there was no one to prevent
Randall from inflicting his will on her. She could only bid her time and wait
until he passed out from the alcohol. “Please let it be soon,” she whispered.

She cringed as she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Randall had
stood up and discarded his trousers. “Ready for round two?” he laughed,
stroking his cock to life. Christine closed her eyes to block out the sight of
him as he removed the bottle and embedded himself within her.

How many times he took her, she could not recall later. She only knew that
she longed for death by the time he was done with her. What had started out as
a game had turned into a nightmare. And all so that she could get even with
Spock and Uhura, she thought bitterly. Her body was beaten black and blue and
her head was throbbing from his brutal assaults. Her lower body had gone
strangely numb. Over and over he drove his cock into her, pounding unmercifully
into her depths. He allowed her no respite. When he would get up from her even
momentarily, he would always force the bottle back up inside her. “You like
that bottle, huh Baby,” he had said, getting up from her and patting her leg.

Rebellion suddenly rose up in her. “I prefer it to that rotting piece of
flesh between your legs!” she screamed back at him. Her bravery only earned her
a hard blow to the head. White-hot pain seared her brain and she literally saw
stars for a moment. Randall roughly jerked her upright and threw her to the
floor at his feet. Standing over her, his legs splayed apart, he reached down
and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her knees. She found herself
looking directly into his groin. Forcing her mouth open, he shoved his limp
penis into her mouth. His hand remained tangled in her hair. Shoving the back
of her head forward against his body, he began to rock back and forth, sliding
his flaccid cock in and out of her mouth.

The acrid taste of his dried body fluids mingled with her own caused her to
gag and choke. She dared not give into the nausea that threatened to overwhelm
her. A strange sense of detachment came over her. She was aware of what was
happening but somehow it was as if she were not part of it. For a moment, it
seemed she stood outside her body looking down on the atrocity being inflicted
up it. Then suddenly, she was back in her own body, retching violently as a
stream of noxious liquid hit the back of her throat.

“You fucking whore!” Randall yelled out, backhanding her. Throwing her down
onto her back on the floor, he kicked her viciously in the ribs. She rolled
over, her hands clutching her ribcage. A second kick landed in the middle of
her back. She screamed then, uncaring as to what he would do to her for it.

Grabbing a pair of socks from a pile of forgotten clothing, he stuffed it into
her mouth. Jerking her up from the floor, he shoved her face forward down onto
the bed. “I’ll teach you a lesson you will never forget,” he said, pulling her
legs apart. She felt a hardness press up against her anal opening. The medical
professional in her wondered briefly how he had managed to attain an erection so
soon. Without applying any lubricant, he pushed the head of his penis into her,
tearing past her anal opening. She could only lie there limply as he pounded
relentlessly into her.

It seemed an eternity before he rolled off of her and collapsed onto the
floor and she breathed a sigh of relief. She waited for several long minutes, her
mind frozen in terror until she heard him begin to snore loudly. Weakly she
pushed herself up on her elbows and in spite of the agonizing pain surging
through her body, she managed to crawl to the edge of the bed. The sharp bite of
bile hit the back of her throat as she rolled off the edge of the bed onto the
cold hard floor. A throbbing pain shot through her as her abused body came into
contact with the hard surface. Holding her head in her hands, she waited until
the spasms passed. She reached for the bed sheet to cover herself. Nausea
swept over as she realized that the sheet was crusted with dried blood and
semen. Discarding it on the floor, she glanced around the room. She
experienced a moment of panic as she realized that she was unable to see out of
her right eye. A quick exam revealed that the eyelid was
swollen shut. Pain was radiating from the eye socket. Most likely an orbital
fracture, she diagnosed. Her other injuries were more serious. She was sure
that several of her ribs were broken and her back hurt like hell. She wanted
nothing more than to lie down on the floor and go to sleep and never wake up,
but the fear of Randall regaining consciousness and renewing his attack on her
spurred her to make the effort to escape.

Lurching unsteadily to her feet, she made a run for the bathroom, winding her
way through the debris littering the floor. She could just imagine the reaction
Sulu and Chekov would have when they returned to their cabin. The door to the
bathroom slid open at her approach. She grabbed hold of the sink for support as
she a wave of dizziness swept over her. Dropping to her knees, she held on for
dear life as the room spun wildly around her. Swirls of color danced in front
of her eyes. The images slowed and disappeared only to be replaced by a violent
heaving in her stomach. She crawled over to the receptacle just in time.

Several minutes later, weak and shaking, she managed to pull herself to her
feet using the wall to steady herself. Turning to grab a towel from the rack to
clean herself, she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror on the
opposite wall. She stood momentarily frozen in horror at the sight of her naked
body. Two large handprints were clearly outlined on her breasts and thighs.
Moving closer to get a better look, she noted that her neck and upper body were
covered with bite marks. As she suspected, her right eye was swollen almost
shut, the skin around it quickly darkening. Her hair was tangled into a thick
mat. A clump came loose when she tried to run her fingers through it.

Large bruises covered her ribcage and the pain when she tried to breathe
deeply was excruciating. Her arms and legs were covered in scratches, and dried
blood and semen were caked on her inner thighs. She reached down and gingerly
explored her genital region. Even her light touch brought unbearable pain. She
knew she needed to seek medical attention but she could not even bring herself
to think about letting anyone see her in this condition. Tears welled up in her
eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. There would be plenty of time to cry
later. Right now she was needed to concentrate on getting back to her quarters.
First she would need clothing. She could not very well walk through the
corridor naked. Her battered appearance was already going to draw heads.

Sticking her head out the door, she quickly scanned the room for any sign of
movement. Randall was still lying on the floor just as she had last seen him,
loud snores and grunts issuing from his throat. So far so good, she thought.

She quickly searched the room for any sign of her dress, but it was lost
somewhere under the piles of clothing strewn about the room. It was such a
beautiful dress, she hated to lose it. Perhaps Chekov or Sulu would return it
later. For now, her primary concern was to get away from this room as fast as
she could before Randall awoke. She found the terry cloth robe Chekov had
loaned her earlier that night thrown across a chair and slipped it on. Not the
most modest attire to be roaming the hallways in, but then again, most of the
male compliment of the ship seemed to have seen her unclothed anyway. Making
her way painfully to the door, she touched the panel to open the door and peered
out into the hallway. To her relief, she found that the corridor was empty.

Her own room was only three doors down but it took all her strength she had
left to traverse that distance. Her heart pounded in her chest as she reached
her doorway. Two crewmen on their way to their duty shift were approaching from
the opposite direction. She pulled the hood of the robe up over her head and
quickly darted into her cabin. As the door closed behind her, she sank to the
floor, her body convulsing with sobs.

---

Christine cringed as the door buzzer sounded. She wasn’t ready to face
anyone yet. It had been over a week and half since that awful night and her
body was still battered and sore. Her right eye was still swollen almost shut
and she had a large bruise bearing the outline of Randall’s hand across one
cheek. She had not left her quarters since she had sought refuge there from
Randall. She had done her best to nurse her own injuries. She could not face
having to answer the questions she knew would be asked once anyone got a look at
her.

The worst of her injuries however could not be seen. Over and over in her
mind she found herself reliving that night. Randall’s face haunted her dreams.
It tore her heart out to think he would get away with what he had done to her
all because she had been so stupid. And for what – a jealousy born of her own
imagination.

Nyota had left her several messages asking what was wrong. She had ignored
them all. She had left word with McCoy stating that she was taking some time
off to get her mind together. She had not said it, but she knew McCoy suspected
that it had something to do with Spock. Of course, by now he may have heard the
gossip and put the pieces together.

The thought of what the rest of the crew was saying about her brought new
tears to her eyes. She had worked so hard to establish herself aboard the ship as a
professional. Now due to her own thoughtless action, she was almost certainly
the laughing stock of the ship. She knew from past experience that gossip
traveled fast on a starship. The very closeness of the environment they all
lived in guaranteed that. After all, didn’t everyone already know about her
unrequited feelings for Spock?

The sound of the buzzer broke into her thoughts. She pulled her pillow over
her head and rolled over on her stomach. Why wouldn’t they just leave her
alone!

“Miss Chapel, please open the door!” the voice demanded.

“Go away,” she shouted back. “I don’t want to see anyone right now.”

“Please, lassie, let me come in,” the voice pleaded.

“Scotty!” she whispered to herself, why would he be here. He was one of the
last ones she wanted to see right now. She had acted the perfect slut in front
of him, wantonly throwing herself at him. She could just imagine what he must
think of her.

Getting up slowly from the bed, she sat for a moment, waiting for the bout of
nausea to pass. The door chimed again. “I’m coming,” she called out. Taking a
deep breath, she pulled herself into an upright position and walked over to
press the control to open the door.

“I dinna mean to disturb ye,” Scotty apologized. Then he caught sight of her
bruised face and froze in horror. “Ach, ye poor lass. What did he do to ye? I
knew it. I knew something was wrong. Dr. McCoy said ye have been holed up in
ye room for over a week with a nary a word as to why. I should never have
waited so long to check up on ye. And that bastard Randall’s been bragging to
anyone who will listen about what went on in Chekov’s cabin. He makes ye sound
like a loose woman. He needs to pay for what he did to ye.”

Christine closed her eyes in humiliation. “No one would ever believe my story
of being raped. Randall’s right. I’m a tramp.”

“No ye are not,” he insisted. “Ye were just havin a bad night and ye needed
to blow off a little steam. There is no harm in that. I’ll go with ye to the
Captain, Christine. I’ll tell him the truth about what happened. He needs to
know!”

“Scotty, you weren’t there,” she wailed. “And the ones who were there just
stood by and watched him while he raped me. They won’t come forward. They
would incriminate themselves.”

“I should never have left ye there. But I just couldna stay there and watch
all those men have their way with ye. I left and went back to the party with
Riley and Farrell. I am so sorry. I dinna know that Randall would show up.
The man is pure evil through and through. Can ye ever forgive me? I should
have been there to stop him from hurtin’ ye.”

“Scotty, you had no way of knowing. I asked for what happened. I deserved
what I got,” she replied miserably.

“No woman deserves this,” Scotty said, touching the side of her face near her
blacked eye. She flinched as his fingers came in contact with her skin.

“I’m sorry. I dinna mean to hurt ye,” he said sorrowfully.

“It doesn’t hurt that much anymore,” Christine replied. “Not physically
anyway”.

“Aye but the bruises on your soul lass, those can last a lifetime and more,”
he said sorrowfully. “What kin I do to help ye? I feel responsible for this.”

“Scotty, this was not your fault,” she said, turning her face away in shame.

“I was the senior officer. It was my duty to see ye safe to yer quarters not
molest ye like the rest of those animals.”

“You didn’t molest me Scotty. I wanted what happened between us and between
Chekov and myself and Riley and Farrell. I was enjoying it. I don’t know when
it got out of hand. It just seemed like all of a sudden I was in a room full of
strange men...” She suddenly broke down into tears. “I have no idea how many men
I was with that night.” Or even who they were. I could pass them in the hallway
and not recognize them.”

“And I am sorry to say I was one of em. I mean, not sorry about being
intimate with ye; just how it happened. I should not have had so much to drink
that night. My judgment... Well, it was definitely lacking. If I live to be 200
hundred, I will never forgive myself for allowing this to happen to ye.”

“Scotty please stop blaming yourself. I made the choice to do what I did.
And now I have to live with the consequences of my actions. In a way, I guess
I got off easy. What is it they say about the wages of sin? At least I am
still alive.”

“What consequences are ye talking about, lass?” Scotty asked. I know it was a
horrible ordeal, but it is over and done with. Ye have to pick up the pieces of
yer life and go on.”

“It’s not over, Scotty and it won’t be for a long time. You see, I have
something to remember that night by,” she paused a moment before continuing.
“Scotty, I’m pregnant.”

“Pregnant? Ye’re going to have a baby?” he asked incredulously.

Yes,” she replied tearfully. “I ran the test this morning and it was
positive.”

“Are ye sure?” he asked. “Maybe there was some mistake.”

Scotty, I’m a genetic researcher remember. I’m very sure.”

“What do ye plan to do about it?” he asked.

“I don’t know yet. When I think that I might be carrying the child of that
man . . .,” she shivered violently.

“Ye don’t know that,” Scotty argued, coming over to put his arms around her.
This time she didn’t pull away. “It may not be his. It may be . . .” He
stopped in mid sentence, his eyes widening. “Christine,” he whispered softly,
“the baby could just as easily be mine or Chekov’s or even Riley’s or
Farrell’s.”

“That’s true,” she agreed thoughtfully, as the realization hit her as well.

“Aren’t there some kind of tests they can run to determine that?” he asked.

“Yes, genetic tests would prove who the father is,” she confirmed. “But I
would need DNA from all the possible candidates.” She stopped and laughed
softly. “Even in the middle of all of this I can still talk like a scientist.”

“You know any of us, me, Chekov, Riley, Farrell, we would do the right thing
by ye,” he said, drawing her close.

“Scotty, I don’t want anyone to feel obligated out of guilt,” she said,
pulling away from him.

“Lass, its not guilt,” he said, grabbing her gently by the shoulders and
turning her back around to face him. “You and me we have known each other a
long time, Chris. We respect each other professionally . . . .”

“That makes for a wonderful working relationship,” Christine agreed. “But it
doesn’t make for a life time commitment.”

“Christine,” Scotty began, pulling her close to him again. “I am not a man
who easily expresses his feelings about a woman. I do better with me engines.
But I think we have the basis for a good start at trying out a relationship,
dinna ye think?”

“What if the father is one of the other multitude of men I had sex with that
night? The odds that the child is yours are . . .”

“Now don’t be going Mr. Spock on me,” Scotty interrupted, smiling slightly.

“Please don’t mention that name to me again,” Christine begged, shaking her
head violently. “That’s how all this started, remember?”

“That I do,” Scotty replied. “You still have feelings for him, don’t ye?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore. I am just so tired. I don’t
think I even give a shit anymore. Besides there is no way he or anyone else
aboard this ship would want me after I played the whore the way I did. I just
want to wake up and find out this has all been a bad dream. But that’s not going
to happen. This is all real.” She looked up at him with pitiful eyes. “Scotty,
how am I going to deal with all this? I don’t think I can do it.”

“You’re right about one thing, Lass, this is all real. And that wee bairn ye
are about to have is going to need ye. Ye have to pull yourself together for
him. .. or her.”

“I know that,” she said, laying her head against his chest. For some reason,
just having him here made her feel better, made her feel strangely safe. He
seemed to have somehow sensed her thoughts for he wrapped his arms protectively
around her. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, letting him hold her.
“Thank you for checking on me, Scotty.”

“You’re welcome, lassie. And as for no man wanting ye, well that is just a
pile of shit. Ye are an intelligent beautiful woman and any man would be proud
to have ye as his wife. And that includes me.”

“Are you asking me to marry you?” she laughed.

“I don’t think either one of us is ready for that right now. But come six
months from now, I might just be doin’ just that,” he replied, looking deeply
into her eyes.

“Scotty . . “ she began, but he help his hand to stop her.

“Lassie, I want ye to know that no matter what happens between the two of us
relationship wise, I will be here for ye and the little one too as long as ye
need me to. And on second thought, I want to forget about having those tests
done,” he said, brushing his lips against her forehead. “As far as ye or anyone
else is concerned, this baby is mine. And if they have any questions you refer
them to me.”

“Scotty, I can’t ask you to do that!” Christine said, staring up at him in
surprise.

“Ye dinna ask me,” he replied. “I know in my heart this baby is mine. I
don’t know how I know, but I do. And if I am wrong, I dinna want to know.”

“I can’t even think about a relationship with a man right now,” Christine
replied. “Randall is still too fresh in my mind.”

“I can wait,” he said, wiping the wetness from her cheek. “I . .. we have
all the time in the world. Now ye just lay back down there and get some sleep.
I have a few things in engineering to take care of, but I will be back to check
on ye as soon as I get finished.”

“Thank you,” Christine whispered.

Cupping her chin in his hands, he leaned down to lightly touch his lips to
hers. “You get some sleep now, we have a lot to talk about when I come back.
Starting with goin’ to the Captain. And don’t argue with me about it. I told
ye, I’d be there. Right by yer side.”

Christine wiped away the tears from her eyes and nodded silently.

Scotty stood for a moment looking deep into her eyes, eyes that once sparkled
vibrantly. The pain and despair he saw reflected there cut through him like a
knife. If he could he thought, he would take that pain into his own being. But
that was out of his control. All he could do was stand by her until the
darkness passed. “You have sweet dreams,” he said, caressing her cheek with the
back of his hand. Turning around, he headed out the door.

Christine stood and watched while he walked away. Part of her wanted to call
him back and take him in her arms as she had on that night. But the dark shadow
of fear that blanketed her psyche every time she thought of such actions arose
once more raking her soul with its long poisonous claws. Would she ever be free
of this monster? Would she ever be able to love a man again the way she had in
the past. Or would she be haunted forever by the appalling specter of rape?

“Scotty, please help me,” she whispered aloud to the empty room. She had not
expected an answer, but it came of its own accord. A small voice inside her
heart assured her that he would.

Walking back over to her bed, she lay down, her hand resting lightly on her
abdomen. Closing her eyes she drifted off into the first peaceful sleep she
had had in a long time.

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The End