BEST ENT T'POL-TUCKER
Title: RESTRAINT
Author: A. Kite ( AKite68163@aol.com )
Series: Enterprise
Code: Tucker/T'Pol
Rating: NC-17 with a Domination/Submission theme
Summary: Another journey to the dark sides of these two characters' psyche. This is a sequel to my earlier story Trip's Triumph and takes place during the episode, Unexpected.
Disclaimer: Enterprise and its characters are owned by the B boys (Berman & Braga) and Paramount. No copyright infringement is intended by this flight of fancy, and no money is being made from it.
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Comments and constructive criticism, publicly or privately, are welcome and always answered. My
thanks go to Trekker and T'Lin for beta reading this story.
A. Kite (Oct. 2001)
It had been four days since his fateful visit to the Xyrillian ship. Off duty and fed, Commander Trip
Tucker took his totally worn out body to his quarters and went to bed. Though it was much earlier than
he was used to retiring, he went right to sleep. Much later in the night, Tucker stirred. Bathroom, he
really had to go. He started to rise and found himself unable to move.
"Lights," he heard a voice say.
He squinted and turned his head away from the intensity.
"Twenty-five percent illumination," the voice said, and this time Tucker recognized it. He turned
toward the figure standing at the end of his bunk.
"T'Pol, what in the sam hill is going on? Untie me now!"
The Vulcan answered, "Since you seem unable to restrain yourself, Commander, I will teach you
restraint."
Indignantly, Trip countered with, "I told you. I told the captain. I didn't do anything and if you don't let
me up now this is going to get real unpleasant."
T'Pol arched an eyebrow, "How so?"
"I've got to piss, and as much as you might like it if I did piss all over you, I'd rather not mess up my
bed."
"Piss? I'm not familiar with this term."
"Ur-in-ate, lady. This hard on I've got isn't because I'm glad to see you."
"You need to learn self-control," T'Pol said with a haughty lift to her head.
So, she wants to play control games, Tucker thought. Fine. Pretending submissiveness, he lowered his
voice and eyes, "Subcommander, I'll try to learn anything you want to teach me, but please, let me tend
to this.
"Very well," the Vulcan acquiesced. The soft leather-like restrains were loosened, and Trip rose.
Surprise and T'Pol's own reluctance to hurt the child the human was carrying made overpowering the
woman easy. In moments, she was strapped, spread-eagle, face down on the bed.
Casually, Tucker checked to make sure she was secure, then turned and walked into the head. He made
no pretense of privacy or modesty. Trip stood and emptied his bladder in T'Pol's full view. Nor did she
turn her head in a show of false modesty herself.
She watched as the human finished and retrieved a tube of some kind from his bathroom. He returned
to the bed, coming to stand at the foot where she had been before. She couldn't see what he was doing,
but felt the restraint on her right ankle loosen. She tensed to kick, but there wasn't sufficient slack to
allow it.
Tucker chuckled at the attempt and T'Pol got a stinging slap to her buttocks for the effort. He removed
her footwear and loosened the left leg restrain. T'Pol felt something cold and metallic touch her skin.
The rasp of metal against metal and the snipping sound gave her the answer. The human was using
scissors to cut her clothing away.
Up the inseam of one leg and down the other, Trip carefully cut the tight cloth. It wouldn't do to cut the
skin underneath or stab T'Pol with the point. Once the outer layer was done, he gave her another smack
on the ass. "Up on your knees, bitch."
He cut away her underwear and slipped a pillow under her hips. Totally exposed to the human's
scrutiny now. This wasn't exactly what she had come to Tucker's quarters for, but it excited her. Beyond
anything in her limited experience.
The chill of fingers, slick with something made T'Pol jump. The fingers probed down the cleft of her
buttocks and to the small opening there. No! Surely the human couldn't mean to...
Her gasp got her another stinging slap. "Quiet, bitch. Show some of that famous control," was hoarsely
whispered at her. More of the lubricating substance was applied and a finger entered her anus. T'Pol
shuddered.
"Promised myself this the last time." Another finger joined the first, scissoring, stretching. She could
imagine his smug expression as she moved with the fingers. "Yeah," he was saying, "that's it. Show me
you want it."
Tucker's other hand spread her labia and found the nub that was just now peaking out from under its
hood. His fingers teased it from its hiding place. A moan escaped T'Pol's lips. Years of emotional
control flew away on wings of pleasure. A third finger entered her anus as Trip's thumb pressed inside
her other hole. Another few seconds and orgasm would overtake her.
The fingers ceased their actions. T'Pol whimpered in frustration. Tucker spoke again. "No. You have to
say it this time. You have to ask for it."
The Vulcan gritted her teeth least the words spill out. His hands were cool against the heat of the
earlier slaps on her buttocks. He coaxed, "It's not that difficult. Just say, 'Fuck me, Trip' and I'll give you
what I didn't give Ah'Len."
T'Pol clenched her fists as Tucker wiggled the fingers still inside her. "You don't even have to say
please," he prompted.
Still she refused until she felt the fingers withdraw from her pussy, from her ass. With teeth still gritted
she said it, "Fuck me, human. Do it now!"
The humiliation was worth it as Tucker's cock entered her ass, slowly, so very slowly. It wasn't painful;
just a feeling of fullness that wasn't comparable to normal copulation. T'Pol heard the human groan as
his hand slid around her hip and underneath.
Trip was muttering, "Ah, so hot, so tight. Nothing like it in the whole galaxy." Finally, he was all the
way inside her. Even though they played these games of domination and submission, he was taking care
not to injure her badly. Both of them wanting and needing the release. The human played the Vulcan's
body like a harp. Plucking a powerful climax from her, feeling the muscles spasm in both channels at
once before indulging in one himself.
Afterwards, he gently washed his semen away before releasing T'Pol from the restrains. She wouldn't
look at him as she rubbed better circulation back into her hands. Tucker stood watching her, shaking
his head. He gathered the cuffs and dropped them on her lap.
Softly, he said, "I really don't think we need those, but come on back any time you need to lose control.
I'll be here."
He held out a robe for her to wear over the ruined clothes. T'Pol took it. Slipping it on with the Vulcan
mask she wore everyday, she walked out.
End