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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: TOS: "The Farther They Fall", Sa/m, K, S, Mc, U, [NC-17+] 2/6
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Continued form previous section...

But the footsteps approached again.

Kirk laid Sarek back down, as the guard walked back in.

"I thought you would have stripped him by now," he said, already 
chugging a bottle of liquor.  "No matter, I'll enjoy ripping the 
last of his clothes off before I have him."

Kirk suppressed a shudder at that and then noticed that some of the 
spiked bottles of liquor were not yet empty, and looked the same as 
the guard's.

The guard stepped over to Sarek and lifted him onto his shoulder 
with ease.  He carried him to the bars where a crossbar hung about 
seven feet up.  The guard looked Sarek up and down.  "He's about six 
feet tall, I'd say."

Kirk nodded numbly, glancing at the bottle in the guard's hand, then 
at the bottle just outside the cell door.  He'd have to wait until 
the guard was distracted, unfortunately, and Kirk didn't want to 
have to think about what that distraction might be, exactly.  He 
couldn't think about that now, because what awaited the ambassador 
tomorrow would be far worse.  He had to focus on limiting the 
damage, and keeping Sarek alive, but if Sarek died, Kirk would 
ensure the reports would be vague.

The guard lifted Sarek up against the bars.  "Hold him will you."

Kirk held Sarek against the bars feeling oddly guilty in his 
acquiescence as he felt Sarek's dead weight lean against him, but he 
had to play along.  Then, as the guard retrieved his leather strap 
and tied Sarek's wrists together, Kirk had an idea - to lessen the 
damage should it come to that and which might provide a chance of 
escape.

"Lubricant," he said, blushing at the thought that this could also 
be seen as another  acquiescence, worse a very intimate one.

The guard looked up.  "Oil, yes, I can't leave any damage they might 
notice."

Kirk felt disgust for the man's total obliviousness to Sarek's 
needs, as if he was a nice steak the guard wanted for dinner - add a 
little seasoning, toss it on the grill.

 The man locked the door again, and ran off down the hall.

Kirk lowered Sarek and propped him gently but quickly.  He slipped 
his arm through the bars and reached, but came up several inches 
short of the first spiked bottle, no matter how hard he strained.  
He started to run for another he might reach when the guard came 
back down the hall.  He ran back to Sarek and lifted him back in 
place.  He thought about trying to wake him again in these last 
seconds, but realized his unconsciousness was probably for the best, 
psychologically and physically.

The guard stepped in with the oil and frowned at Sarek.  "I had 
thought he'd be awake by now."  He looked disappointed and 
pensive.  "I wanted to see his face when I ripped his clothes off.  
I was hoping he'd fight a little before I took him.  That makes it 
so much more enjoyable."

The nausea crept back up Kirk's throat as he couldn't help but 
imagine it.  What would a rape be without a violent subduing?  Kirk 
shuddered before he could help himself.  Luckily, the guard hadn't 
noticed.

The guard stepped up and pulled Sarek's tied wrists up to the 
crossbar and tied the leather to it.  Sarek's feet barely touched 
the ground.  His arm muscles strained holding his weight, showing 
how clearly defined they were.  The guard stroked down one. "Nice," 
he said almost breathless.  His hand traveled over Sarek's chest, 
scrabbling at the bandages, twirled through the hair at the slice of 
belly exposed, to his lower groin.  He stuffed his hand into Sarek's 
pants, grabbed his penis and rubbed it roughly with a sigh.  "He has 
a beautiful body."  The guard put his hand up to raise Sarek's 
face, "and such a pretty face.  Too bad he will be dead by tomorrow."

Kirk had to look away at the man's treatment of Sarek to hide his 
fury, lest he give away his true agenda.

"Perhaps some rilea would wake him."

This didn't sound good to Kirk at this point.

"An herb with a very potent scent."  He considered this.  "But then 
we will need a gag so he won't cry out."

Kirk was not sure if he meant out of the attempt to summon help or 
pain.  He wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"What about a blindfold?"  Kirk couldn't help himself.  The thought 
of what might happen to Sarek, and having him see Kirk there.  His 
request was purely selfish on his part, and he felt guilty for that, 
but if what was likely to happen actually did, he wouldn't think he 
could look in Sarek's eyes if he saw Kirk watching.  And what would 
he think?  It might be easier for Sarek to not see Kirk.

The guard stared at Kirk.  "Why?  You are taking part and you don't 
want to watch his eyes?"  The guard looked shocked.  "That's the 
best part!  The fear, the humiliation, the resignation, the pain."  

Kirk noticed the bulge visibly grow in the guard's pants, and had to 
look elsewhere and focus back on the bottles.

He must have looked stricken, because the guard patted him on the 
shoulder.  "I will apply the blindfold while you are with me.  Then, 
I can put you in the next cell when I pull it off.  Would you like 
to be here at the beginning or the end?"

"The beginning," Kirk answered too quickly and hoped that the guard 
didn't notice.  He couldn't imagine leaving Sarek in here for hours 
alone with that monster.  At least he could provide some minimal 
protection.

"Okay, the rilea to wake him up, a gag, and." he laughed and shook 
his head, "a blindfold."   He started for the door but paused, "I 
will get you to look in his eyes as you take him."

Kirk's knees felt weak at the thought that he might have to do just 
that in order to save Sarek's life.  But could he actually do it?

The guard looked as if he were about to throw a party.  "I always 
like to use a mirror in their face.  You grab their hair and pull 
their face up as you thrust into them.  If I was an officer I would 
so enjoy the leather around this ambassador's neck while I thrust 
hard enough to split him in two.  I would pull harder and harder and 
watch the fear in his eyes."

Kirk saw the bulge in the guard's pants swell even more.

With a big smile, the guard locked the door and trotted off for the 
last of his tools.

Kirk launched for the bottle at the furthest end.  His fingers just 
missed the top.  He tried and tried, but it was also inches too 
far.  He stared at Sarek sadly.  He couldn't be this close to a 
chance to save him, and not.  Then he froze and looked at Sarek's 
chest.  The remains of his tunic!  He heard the footsteps coming 
back.  He launched himself for the tattered shirt.  Ran back toward 
the far bottle, held two ends of the tunic and threw it over.

The footsteps grew louder.  He pulled the bottom of the bottle 
toward him until it was close enough and lunged for it.  He ran to 
the other bottle and switched them.  He only hoped that the guard 
couldn't taste the drug in it, but the others hadn't, so maybe this 
would work out.  How long would it take?  He took a swig of the 
undrugged bottle and grimaced, then slipped it out near where the 
other had been.

The guard came back in.  "I assume you want the blindfold before the 
rilea?" he asked, then laughed.

"That liquor tastes like hell," Kirk said offhandedly, hoping to 
remind the guard to drink more, and at the same time sparing himself 
from having to risk drinking the drugged bottle, if offered.

The guard smiled.  "So now you are starting to enjoy yourself?"

He had stepped up and was about to blindfold Sarek, but held it up 
for Kirk.  "You're sure?"

Kirk nodded yes, fearful for the moment the guard would refuse.  
Then he covered Sarek's eyes.

"Oh, I've been daydreaming of this all day."

Kirk stared at the bottle, but couldn't risk giving himself away by 
bringing it up twice in so short a time.

The guard grabbed the gag.  "I would've liked to kiss him while he 
was awake.  He has a beautiful mouth - very sensual."  The guard 
brushed his fingers along Sarek's lips almost tenderly.  "Maybe 
later, when the blindfold is off I can sneak off the gag.  Just one 
long kiss and a solid bite to his tongue while he struggles against 
me the last time I take him."  The guard moved his hand to Sarek's 
throat as he said this and squeezed, leaning his weight into it.

Kirk shifted uncomfortably.

The guard added his other hand to Sarek's throat and his eyes 
gleamed with his smile.

Kirk began to wonder if all of this was a ruse, and he would simply 
strangle Sarek as he hung from the bar, but just as he was about to 
protest, the guard smiled at him.  "Oh, don't worry.  I won't spoil 
our fun.  I wouldn't want to waste him with so much planned."

The guard applied the gag, and uncorked the rilea.  He waved it 
under Sarek's nose and quickly he started to come around with a 
cough or two, but he still looked groggy and was likely very 
confused as to what was going on.

"The prince awakens," the guard announced.  Sarek's head came up at 
the voice.  "My lord, you are likely very lost."  The guard laughed 
in a friendly manner.  "I would like to know if you are aware of 
your surroundings enough to.interact with me.  Give me a nod for yes 
or a shake for no."  The guard said this very officially, but a cold 
smile alighted on his lips.

Sarek gave no response.

The guard's hand flew out and slapped Sarek hard across the face.

Kirk clasped his hands behind his back tightly to keep from 
interceding.  He glanced again at the bottle of liquor.

"I have your friend here," the guard said.

Kirk jerked his head up toward the guard.  He had said he didn't 
want to be seen, but would the guard let Sarek know he stood here by 
interacting with him in a friendly way?  He noticed Sarek didn't 
react at all - here diplomatic and Starfleet training were the same -
 no reaction is the safest for all parties if there is doubt as to 
your awareness.  Kirk noticed a bit more tension in Sarek's face, 
which translated into a show of great concern from a Vulcan trying 
not to react.  Kirk felt warmth toward Sarek flood through him for 
that.

"You have no servants here, my lord."  The guard smiled 
brightly.  "In fact, I think you will have to service me."  He 
grabbed Sarek's crotch.  

Sarek jerked, obviously startled.  His body tensed in what Kirk 
decided must be revulsion, but then his body relaxed and Kirk was 
willing to bet he would be reacting little to anything else done to 
him.  The clues for what was to come were not subtle.

"Now answer me with a nod meaning yes or a shake meaning no, or I 
will hurt your friend."

Kirk tightened his grip and looked down to not show his anger.

"Are you completely aware of your surroundings?" the guard asked.

Sarek shook his head no.

The guard flushed with anger, "You think you're so clever."  He 
swung again; a closed fist caught Sarek in the jaw.  The crunch 
shook Kirk - that sound would be teeth breaking and grinding flesh 
along the way.  A droplet of blood appeared at the edge of the gag.

"Other than the limitations of the blindfold and the gag, are you 
completely aware of your surroundings?" the guard asked.  "I will 
hit your friend next if you continue to play with me."

Sarek nodded yes.

"Good."

He reached up and tore Sarek's remaining clothes off with one sweep 
of his hand and stepped forward.  He pressed up against Sarek, his 
hands caressed then squeezed his buttocks.  "You have a beautiful 
body, Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan."

Kirk forced himself not to look away.  He had to steel himself for 
much worse he imagined.  He noticed a little shiver course through 
Sarek when the guard licked and bit his neck as he slipped his hand 
down to grab Sarek's penis and stroke it.  The guard had to pry 
Sarek's legs apart to reach between them.  

"Don't deny me access, Ambassador, or I will turn to your friend for 
my need."

Sarek relaxed his legs, allowing complete access as the guard parted 
them.  Kirk felt a burning hatred at the guard using him to coerce 
Sarek.

Sarek's breathing grew imperceptibly more rapid yet the tension in 
his face softened.  He was fighting to control his reactions, Kirk 
surmised.  Likely his injuries were still strongly affecting him.

The guard gripped Sarek's penis and rubbed it between his 
hands.  "You are absolutely beautiful."  He lowered himself to his 
knees and teased the organ with his tongue, flicking and tasting 
it.  Sarek's breathing grew more rapid then, suddenly, decreased to 
normal.  He tested the leather tie about his wrists.

"You will be under my.administration.for several hours.  You might 
as well relax and enjoy the attention."  He laughed, then took the 
rather large penis into his mouth as he fondled Sarek's testicles.  
The guard's other hand snuck around behind and Kirk had to look away 
as Sarek jerked in obvious response to being entered.  His breathing 
quickened then slowed again almost as quickly.

"Ah, Mr. Ambassador, you are nice and tight.  It will be an honor to 
be the first male who takes you.  You can think of it as your 
preparation for the many who will have you tomorrow.  That will be 
far more painful."

The guard suddenly stopped and stood.  "This will not do!  You are 
playing with me again, Mr. Ambassador.  You responded easily when 
you were unconscious.  This leads me to believe that you are somehow 
keeping yourself from becoming aroused.  Do I have to try this on 
your friend now?"

Sarek shook his head and lay his head back against the bars.  

The guard gave Kirk a knowing smile and wink.  "Now I will taste you 
before the meal."

He grabbed at Sarek's penis roughly and pulled Sarek from the bars 
with it.  He stuffed as much as he could into his mouth and grabbed 
at Sarek's testicles and squeezing and manipulating them roughly.

Sarek tensed from the pain as the guard thrust his fingers roughly 
into him again.  His breathing quickened.  "You're going to have to 
relax, Mr. Ambassador, or I am going to injure you when I shove 
something much larger in.

Kirk had to look away as he saw the guard greedily sucking the now 
large, aroused penis.  He focused instead on Sarek's chest as it 
heaved and the unbandaged parts of his skin flushed as he allowed 
himself to get excited, thereby supposedly protecting Kirk from the 
same treatment.  Kirk felt white hot anger at what the man was doing 
to Sarek; felt himself disconnected, as if he were anywhere but 
watching this eminent man being forcibly sodomized.

Sarek's breathing became ragged and then he shuddered, and a little 
breath of a moan escaped him as he climaxed into the guard's mouth.  
Kirk could not watch, yet what he heard and felt, being this close, 
made little difference.

"Well done, Ambassador, now." he flipped Sarek roughly and pressed 
him against the bars, then yanked out his hips and kicked his legs 
apart.  He looked around for a moment, "this will be a tight fit.  
Where's the oil?"

Kirk stared at the oil sitting next to the bottle of liquor, and 
could only hope.

The guard grabbed the oil, then glanced at the bottle of liquor and 
picked it up.  He set down the liquor and poured oil in his hand and 
started to massage Sarek's buttocks.  "Hmmm, beautiful."  He thrust 
his finger into Sarek a few times.  "Well, after tomorrow you 
certainly won't be tight!"  He laughed and looked over at Kirk, just 
missing his adam's apple bob.  

Kirk started to worry whether Sarek would receive any mercy at all, 
and whether it might be kinder for him to die here before being 
delivered to the officers.  His throat burned and his eyes misted at 
the thought.   He stared at the liquor that the guard had set down.

The guard pulled a long knife from his belt and Kirk cringed as he 
brought it down near Sarek's testicles and tapped them with the 
blade.  Sarek visibly tensed.  Then the guard brought the knife to 
the bandages and sliced them off in one savage stroke.  The back was 
layered with deep verdant stripes and severely damaged skin.  The 
guard dropped his pants.  A very large, erect penis leapt out.  He 
oiled it up and bounced it about between Sarek's thighs and kicked 
his legs even further apart.  He grabbed Sarek's hair with one hand 
and his huge oiled cock with the other as he started to place it 
behind Sarek and tease his buttocks with it.

"If there was ever a time to relax, Mr. Ambassador, this would be 
it."  He laughed merrily, then paused and looked back around and 
stepped back.  Kirk's heart leapt as he picked up the liquor and 
took a long swig and then a second, but then he rummaged around for 
something else he brought.  He picked up another of the leather ties 
that bound Sarek's wrists and twirled it as he smiled at Kirk.

Kirk swallowed hard.  Was it coming down to this?  Was he always 
intending to strangle Sarek as the officers would have?  Kirk 
stepped toward the guard.

The guard slipped the leather around Sarek's neck.  Sarek's head 
snapped up and tension filled every part of his body.  Did he 
believe at this moment he was about to die?  Kirk wished he could 
reassure and comfort Sarek, but he was worried himself.  What if the 
guard decided to throw caution to the wind for one last big thrill 
by taking what was meant for the officers.

Kirk saw that Sarek was still tense.  He watched as the Vulcan 
pulled again at the leather binding his wrists, testing it for any 
weakness, but the leather was too thick and supple, the knot too 
tight and multi-layered.  It had been a last futile attempt, but 
Sarek had little choice left but to try.  All of his muscles 
tightened.

"Now, Mr. Ambassador, this really is going to hurt a lot if you 
don't relax."  The guard sounded odd, almost giddy.  Kirk realized 
he was hoping to hurt him as much as possible.  The warnings were 
simply his way of reminding Sarek of what was about to happen.  He 
didn't look back at Kirk to reassure him though he had to have 
noticed Kirk getting closer.

The guard tightened the leather around Sarek's neck.  "Now you can 
still breathe, right?"  

Sarek nodded but he didn't look confidant to Kirk that it wouldn't 
get much tighter.  His breathing had accelerated; it was as if he 
could not calm his fear of dying while being violated.  Was he 
likely even now thinking of Amanda and what she might learn through 
the bond?  Knowing Sarek, he was blocking all of this from her.

But she would know through the bond if he died.  If Kirk couldn't 
stop what he feared most at this moment, there was no way that Kirk 
would let Amanda hear of the details of Sarek's death.

The guard set his huge, engorged penis behind Sarek and adjusted it 
slightly, poised for entrance.  Sarek stood tense, utterly at the 
mercy of the guard.  The guard twisted the leather.  Sarek sucked a 
breath in with difficulty.  Kirk tensed, trying to figure what to do 
if the guard continued tightening it.  He scanned the cell, but 
there was nothing left there. He stared at the ridiculous variety of 
weapons that were too securely attached to the guard's belt to do 
him any good.

In one forceful lunge, the guard rammed his huge penis into Sarek as 
he yanked and twisted the leather.  Sarek jerked from the onslaught 
and sucked in a last gasp of breath.  Kirk jumped, his heart 
pounding, the blood running in his ears as the guard held fast to 
the leather as he thrust himself again and again savagely into 
Sarek, pulling on the leather as if reins to a horse.  Sarek bucked 
against the assault, but with his hands tied, he was helpless.  The 
guard reached for the blindfold and ripped it off.  Grabbed Sarek's 
face and twisted it viciously toward him.  "Look at me as I take 
you," the guard screamed. "Keep looking at me.  Or I will kill your 
friend, too!"

"Nooo!" Kirk screamed and ran at the guard.

The guard swept his arm and Kirk flew across the cell.

He thrust harder into Sarek, his face twisted back to look into the 
guard's face.  Sarek groaned as he struggled pitifully, all of him 
taken by this man as he writhed his last.

 Kirk could only watch as Sarek's eyes, fastened on the guard, lost 
their luster, and sadness infused them as his eyelids started to 
droop, his body rocking with the violation that became more extreme 
with each pounding.

Sarek's eyes closed, and his head fell.

"Die, Ambassador, die!" the guard screamed, then laughed.  He held 
tight to the leather, twisting it yet again as he rammed himself 
into Sarek once, twice, three times and screamed with his climax, 
thrusting so hard Sarek's limp form flew into the bars again and 
again.  The guard gave the leather one last twist as he withdrew 
himself from Sarek.  The guard's knees collapsed.  He screamed like 
a madman until his body crumpled to the ground.  Sarek hung 
unmoving, the leather still tight around his neck.

Kirk ran to Sarek and ripped off the leather strap.  He wasn't 
breathing.  Kirk lunged at the guard and detached the knife, ran 
back and sawed the leather from Sarek's wrists.  Sarek collapsed 
into Kirk's arms and he laid him on his back and yanked down the gag 
and checked for a heartbeat, finding none.  Kirk tilted Sarek's head 
back, pulled open his mouth and blew as much air in as he could 
three times, then pressed hard over his heart five times.  He 
started again when strong hands pulled him away as he screamed 
again. "Nooooo!"

A hypospray hissed on his arm and the cell around him faded.

Continued in next section...




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