Title: Shivers: A Night in the Life of a Vulcan Love Slave
Author: Hansome Alvin ( hansomealvin@yahoo.com )
Series: DS9
Code: Intendant/f/AUZiyal, Intendant/f/f
Rating: NC-17
Parts: 1 (1/1)
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Warning: extremely graphic sex and non-consensual S&M
Summary: In the Mirror Universe, one of Intendant Kira's love slaves, T'Panga, has quite an eventful evening.
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by Hansome Alvin
"I am thy Father's spirit."
T'Panga heard a noise and stopped reading. She looked around, expecting to see one of the others, Seera, perhaps, standing in the doorway. Someone clearing their throat, that's what she thought the noise was. But there was no one in the doorway. For a moment, fear surged through her. Fear of something supernatural. Then the feeling was gone. That sort of fear was not logical.
Of course, her entire situation was not logical.
She was a slave.
One of the many slaves under the Intendant of Bajor, Kira Nerys, on Terok Nor. A young Vulcan woman, who could have been one of their great minds, relegated to this lowly state. She stopped thinking about this and got back to reading Hamlet. This was in preparation for a production. The Indendant liked to have her slaves perform ancient plays for her amusement. Sometimes they were Terran works, sometimes Bajoran classics and, occasionally, Klingon Blood Operas. T'Panga, with her androgynous form and short hair, was ideal for many of the young men roles. Her Romeo had pleased Kira to no end.
Thinking of that performance, and it's volcanic, improper consummation scene, got her thinking about her Juliet. Her name was Seera.
Although she would never admit to it, she longer for Seera. She longed to lie next to her. To feel her touch. To feel her. Her thick waist, her ample bosom, her round behind.
T'Panga was rocked out of these thoughts as she saw something out of the corner of her eye. A figure stood in the doorway, a woman. Looking closer, hiding her fear deep inside, T'Panga saw that this woman was a Vulcan, like herself. And that she was beautiful. Her skin was a dark brown, her black hair short. She was nude and T'Panga caressed her body with her gaze.
But this woman's face was sad, wearing an expression that held such deep emotion that T'Panga was physically moved: she took three steps back. It was shocking to see a Vulcan reveal her emotions so emphatically.
The communicator suddenly sounded and T'Panga turned to answer it. She looked back to the doorway and the woman was gone. The door had never opened at all.
"Yes," T'Panga said into the communicator, shaking the strange experience off.
"Report to my chambers immediately," the Intendant said. And that was all.
When T'Panga entered her Mistress' chambers, the Intendant was sitting with Tora Ziyal, the half-Bajoran, half-Cardassian daughter of Gul Dukat. Dukat was a fairly regular presence on the station since the Alliance had retaken Terok Nor. And Kira was obviously infatuated with his daughter, if for no more reason than that it infuriated him immensely. She was constantly inviting her over. T'Panga was sure that the young woman didn't especially like being around the Intendant but was happy to oblige; she didn't like her father anymore than Kira did.
"Ah, T'Panga," the Intendant said when she saw the naked Vulcan enter. "Come here."
T'Panga complied, sidling up beside her mistress. Kira put an arm around T'Panga's waist. Her hand caressed the slave's butt. The Vulcan could tell that Ziyal was uncomfortable.
"Isn't she lovely?" the Intendant asked.
"Yes," Ziyal said. "But, I hardly think--"
"You know why I like her?" Kira cut her off.
"No."
"Because if you dress her up just right, she looks like a boy. I mean, look at this."
Kira forced T'Panga to whirl around and pushed down on her back, presenting the Vulcan's ass to Ziyal.
"This marvelous thing could belong to a thirteen-year-old Terran boy," the Intendant said, very proud of herself and her property. "Now, watch closely."
She inserted a finger into her mouth, moistened it and stuck it up T'Panga's ass.
"Ohh," she said. "I can just feel it clenching."
Ziyal tried not to look, but couldn't turn away. Sweat began to bead on her forehead. Unconsciously, a hand went to her crotch and began to rub her sex.
"You really want this, don't you?" Kira asked, thrusting her finger in and out of T'Panga. "It's okay, you know. I won't tell."
Ziyal licked her lips but didn't move.
"Look," Kira said. "I know that your heart belongs to another." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. "That your love is written in the stars. But she's not here, is she? She's not even on the station. In fact, she can't even get on the station, let alone visit, the criminal that she is. So what's wrong with eating a little Vulcan ass?"
This must have convinced Ziyal. She got off her chair, her knees hitting the ground, her mouth going to T'Panga's ass cheeks. Kira pulled her hand out of the way just in time and, without missing a beat, started undressing the half-Bajoran, half-Cardassian woman.
Ziyal's face was buried between T'Panga's legs, hard at work. The Vulcan herself experienced this in a detached sort of way. She knew that what Ziyal was doing to her was pleasurable, but her Vulcan upbringing forced her to bury this feeling deep inside.
Ziyal began to cry out in pleasure as the Intendant fingered and ate her. T'Panga risked a beating from her mistress by turning her head to see the half-Bajoran, half-Cardassian woman. She had stopped eating and her eyes were closed, her face a painting of ecstasy. In that moment, T'Panga envied her for her emotional display, desperate and dazed though it was.
Looking away once more, the Vulcan shut her eyes and imagined that she was lying with Seera.
T'Panga was almost back to her quarters when she saw the dark Vulcan woman, the ghost, again. At T'Panga's door, the ghost was crouched in a fetal position, her head in her hands. There was a sound accompanying the vision this time: a sad, defeated sobbing. The ghost was crying.
T'Panga approached the woman. When she was a mere two feet away, the ghost stood up, face still in her hands. There was a horrible wound in her stomach, a gash, as if someone had stabbed her. T'Panga looked up from the wound and took an involuntary step back. The ghost had uncovered it's face to reveal a grinning Death's Head. The skull was not clean, bits of flesh clung to it, small droplets of blood ran down the forehead.
And then she was gone. Simply not there anymore. T'Panga took a deep breath and entered her room.
Although she didn't show it on her face, she was quite pleased that sitting on their bed was Seera. Seera, her own Vulcan goddess, her love. Seera, who was not thin, not overweight, but thick. Voluptuous. Her skin was creamy, almost pure white. Her stomach stuck out slightly. Her face was open, warm and...forgiving that was the word T'Panga was looking for.
"It is agreeable to see you," T'Panga said and sat down next to her lover on the bed.
Seera didn't say anything, just took T'Panga's face in her hands and kissed her. T'Panga kissed back, realizing with relief that this was what she needed. She needed to feel like more than an object. Like a person.
A while later, after their love-making, while they were still lying in bed, T'Panga decided to tell Seera about the ghost.
"I saw a ghost today," she said.
"A ghost?" Seera asked.
"Yes. She was a Vulcan. And she displayed more emotion than any Vulcan I have ever known. She was so sad. I think she was murdered on this station."
"Ghosts don't exist," Seera said. "The Fathers of Vulcan decided that ages ago."
"The Fathers also said that time travel was impossible," T'Panga responded. "And yet, many have traveled through time."
"Yes, you are correct."
"It is possible then, you agree?"
"Yes. But why would she appear to you and no one else?"
"I don't know. And we don't know that she hasn't appeared to anyone else."
"True."
"I think she may have something to do with--"
"T'Panga, Seera, report to my chambers immediately," the Intendant interrupted over the communicator.
Standing in front of their mistress, as they were instructed to, T'Panga and Seera were at attention. Kira wanted her slaves always at the ready. She was in quite a mood, languidly stroking her sides and neck and eyeing the two Vulcans as if they were two courses of some fine, extravagant meal.
"You two love each other, don't you?" she asked.
"As Vulcans, we do not express--" T'Panga began.
"Don't give me that!" Kira interrupted fiercely. "You can love like anyone else! Now answer me. Do you love each other?"
"Yes, mistress," T'Panga said.
The Intendant looked at Seera.
"Yes, mistress," Seera said.
Kira's face broke into a horrid smile.
"How sweet," she said. "Show me."
"Mistress?" T'Panga inquired.
"Show me how much you love each other," Kira elaborated, an edge creeping into her voice. "If the both of you do not do exactly as I say, I will kill Seera." Her voice was insistent, just on the verge of losing control.
"Yes, mistress," the two Vulcans said in unison.
"Seera," the Intendant ordered, "get on the floor, on your lovely stomach."
Seera did so.
"T'Panga, my dear," Kira went on, "get between her legs and grab her big, round ass."
Lying between Seera's legs, unease kept into T'Panga's head. She was afraid, actually afraid of what Kira would order her to do.
"Now," the Intendant went on, "dig your fingers into her flesh."
"But, mistress--" T'Panga began.
"Do it!" Kira screamed. "Do it. Why do think I kept your nails so long and strong?"
T'Panga bit her tongue and clenched Seera's flesh. Her nails began to dig in, piercing her lover's skin.
"Now scratch down her legs."
T'Panga closed her eyes and wrenched her fingers down the lovely backs of her beloved's legs. Long, red scratches appeared. Blood began to bead up from the wounds.
Suddenly, Kira was at the two lover's side, thrusting her hand into Seera.
The Vulcan's face was a trembling mask hiding a potent mixture of pain and pleasure.
"It won't be long," Kira said. "She'll come. She'll come."
T'Panga wasn't listening, she just wanted this to be over. Usually, she could disappear into herself when the Intendant would get violent in her sexuality. But now she was forcing T'Panga to commit horrid acts on her beloved. She could not escape this time.
"T'Panga, she's coming," Kira said.
Seera's whole body was shaking.
"Bite her!" Kira demanded, pointing to Seera's left inner thigh.
T'Panga was frozen.
A hard slap from her mistress got her moving. She sank her teeth into her lover's skin, leaving a nasty pattern of bruises.
Kira grabbed T'Panga's face.
"No," she screamed. "Take a chunk out." She pointed to the other thigh.
T'Panga didn't care that tears were streaming down her face in a very illogical gesture of emotion. She didn't care that Kira had grabbed her by the hair and was forcing her into her lover's crotch. She only cared about one thing: the look on Seera's face. Seera had turned her head to look, and her gaze was devastating. She couldn't believe what T'Panga was about to do.
And then the androgynous Vulcan bit down on her lover's flesh, her teeth tearing away skin and meat. Kira made a fist inside Seera and the voluptuous Vulcan was rocked by orgasm.
It was as if everything froze for T'Panga and she could see and experience and understand everything in the room. She knew that Seera experienced no pleasure from her orgasm. She knew that Kira was also climaxing even though she hadn't touched herself. She knew that the communicator was beeping, that Kira was being summoned. She knew that the large chunk of flesh that she had taken out of Seera had just hit the floor after she had let it fall from her mouth.
Then she had her emotions under control once again. Her expression became neutral as she propped Seera up and cradled her lover in her arms. Kira had gotten up to answer the communicator, shaking off her wet hand. T'Panga held her beloved to her chest and said nothing.
Seera was finally asleep after seeing the station's doctor. She would recover, physically at least. T'Panga couldn't bare to stay with her lover, so she returned to her room. Once there, she had decided to occupy herself with something. A distraction, something to keep her mind off what had just happened. She picked up her station pad and brought up Hamlet. She needed to commit it to memory if she was to be ready for the performance.
"It would be wise to not turn your mind away from this night's events," a soft, female voice said.
T'Panga whirled around and stood face to face with the ghost.
She was as gorgeous as ever, her dark skin and haunting eyes shining in the dim light.
"Who are you?" T'Panga asked. "And what happened to you?"
"My name was T'Pel," the ghost began, "and I was one of her servants."
T'Panga didn't have to ask who T'Pel was talking about.
"One of her slaves," T'Pel went on. "I was like you, once."
"We are both in the same position," T'Panga agreed.
"No, we are not only her slaves. That is not all that we have in common. I, like you, believed that if I did everything that she asked, then I would live. Thrive even."
"I don't believe that," T'Panga cut in.
"Yes, you do. You just won't admit it to yourself." The ghost was now close enough to the living Vulcan to touch her, if only she could. "You think that even though this is an illogical situation you are doing well for yourself. It's not true."
"What happened to you?" T'Panga repeated.
"She was in love with me," the ghost went on. "Or, at least, she told me that she was. The more I dwell on it, the more I think that she actually was in love with me. But that wouldn't be right, that wouldn't be acceptable. She loved me so much that she stabbed me in the stomach and strangled the life out of me. Choked me to death, while I bled out."
T'Panga closed her eyes. She could see it, see the last grueling moments of T'Pel's life. Closing her eyes did no good.
"This is why I have come to you," the ghost said. "To warn you. You still have a chance."
"How?" T'Panga asked, on the verge of tears.
"Get out," T'Pel said simply. "Even if you die trying, it's a far better fate. Believe me."
"How?" T'Panga repeated.
But the ghost was gone. It wasn't as if she vanished, exactly. It was as if a shade had been drawn in the room. The light dimmed and T'Pel simply faded out with it.
T'Panga stood for a moment longer, staring into nothing, then turned to her bed. She lit a few candles and sat in a traditional Vulcan meditative posture. For the station, the day was going to begin in just a few short hours, but T'Panga wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.
She began to formulate a plan.
Only one thing was certain: she wasn't leaving without Seera.
The End