The BLTS Archive - He Is Mine by Acidqueen (a.q @ gmx.de) --- Warning: mind control, borderline non-consensual, unpleasantness Author's Note: This is an authorized sequel to Dale's story "He excites me" - thank you so much for allowing my muses to come out and play with this arousing setting, Dale! :) Disclaimer: Others own Star Trek. My only profit is fun time. Many thanks to roadstergal for the wonderful and quick beta! All remaining errors are mine. --- He hates me; oh, I can feel he hates me right now. But there is confusion as well. Nothing happened this night the way he expected it to. Within a mere two hours, I have destroyed his points of reference. I first swept away his image of me as careful diplomat, monogamous husband, father of his friend, asexual Vulcan; I then swiftly shattered his idea that I comply to human ideas of fairness and consensual play. Everything I did was intended to be at odds with his experiences and shatter his assumptions, so that I could pick up the pieces and assemble them in a new way. I remain inside of him for a while. He shall remember the burning, the fullness, the way I have taken possession of him. He glares at me, quite ready to fight me once I free him. But he will not - he just does not know it yet. Tantalizingly slowly, I massage his penis until his erection grows again, almost against his own wishes. It is so easy to manipulate a human. Of course, I would never do this to Amanda, for she is my cherished wife. However, in this warfare of lust, there are no rules for me. His breathing accelerates, his eyes narrowing to slits. He tries to withstand my actions, but I am already maneuvering him into the human state of mind others might call trance. He might think he is awake, but I know better. A meld would yield the same result, but it is so much more amusing, after the first ambush, to ready all the weapons I have learned to use in a thousand negotiations, and to bring them down on this man. "If you disliked everything I did, I will free you and leave this room. If everything that happened was against your wishes, I will remove the gag and the straps and free you. All you need to do is nod." Of course he does not. He did not dislike it all - he knows, I know, and his erection rubbing against me shows. And so he does not nod, because he is incapable of lying in this state. Tied by my words, he keeps his head upright, his eyes locked with mine. The saliva keeps running, and his gaze turns into that of a wounded animal. Deep down in his mind he knows what I do, but he is unable to work against his own consciousness. He might fight aliens, command a crew of four hundred to save the world, but he is unable to save himself as I knot him into a mental spider web. I keep him on the edge for a long time. I make his sense of time play him false so that minutes feel like hours to him. Whenever he thinks I will be soft, I break the pattern and do as I like, ignoring his pain. He cannot earn my pleasures by good behavior. He cannot fail me by resistance. There is no logic in the way I handle him, and after some time he simply gives in to my slightest whims. This is when I know I have molded him anew. It is in the early morning hours that I finally remove the straps and the ball gag, but they are irrelevant by then. He does not think he can move without me telling him. My lips on his nipples, I give him orgasm after orgasm, searing new paths of arousal into his brain until he cries silently. After this night, he is changed forever, but only I will know. Or maybe not, I realize, as the door handle moves. My victim does not hear it, deaf to anything but my voice, but I know who is there. "Get up and sit on me," I whisper, and the human obeys. I roll on my back and offer my erection, and he sinks down on it without hesitation. For me, it is but a little test of the night's achievements, but for my son, it is the destruction of his dreams. I have not planned this, but I also never have given thought to spare James for Spock's sake. I feel as little obliged to Spock as he does to me. And maybe I even save him with my actions. It would be not acceptable to see my only heir bonded with a human male, with no chance for offspring to maintain our blood line. The door closes again, faster than I have anticipated. I order the human down. His final orgasm must stay with him for a long time, as I will burn his desire for me into his mind with it. He may live his life as he chooses to, but when we meet again, he will be mine with a snap of my fingers, sinking to his knees to await my orders. He will feel everything I do, and will love it because he does not have another choice. Ah, it would be so easy to instill in him a similar desire to obey my son, but why should I? Spock would undoubtedly think it amoral, and of course, it is - by human standards. But what are human standards but weak rules for a weak species that should never have gone to space? It is amusing that they still think they run the Federation, when in truth other species make all the important decisions. We may allow them to send ships into unknown space, pawns sacrificed by the queens and kings of other worlds, and institute captains like Kirk, who feel so strong and yet are so quickly subdued, but we never allow them to rule. I let him lie at my side, unable to move. He wants to beg, but there are no words leaving his throat. I curl my arms around his chest and play with him, make him feel every touch as intensely as a stroke, make him aroused by sucking his earlobe. Nothing works the way it did for him just yesterday evening, and a part of me is almost surprised that it has been so easy. If he had resisted me more in the beginning, it would have been even more pleasurable to make him consent to my desires. He could have negotiated, or tried to say no, arguing that he was in love with Spock. But he did not; instead, the little reluctance he might have felt crumpled once he saw my determination. He had wanted to be taken, even if he had not known it with that clarity. I only did what he invited me to do. I tie him to the bed again to complete the circle of this night, then make him beg for the ball. I strap it much tighter this morning, and he fights a vomiting reflex. I let him fight as I shift his hips to the side, lift up one leg, and crouch closer. He is helpless, again, but now he wants to be. My erection dives into his body, and he feels it like being spread by a pole. His eyes scream, and I am pleasantly reminded of the first time I claimed him tonight - but he is still welcoming me. Pleasure, pain; it is all one for him now when he is with me, and it will forever stay this way. --- The End