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Kirk swallowed. The blindfold was tight around his head, pressing firmly against his eyes; its itchy material scratching his eyelids, and exiling him to a vulnerable, suffocating darkness. Goosebumps lined his bare skin, his wrists struggled and burned against tied rope, and his legs threatened to buckle with each forced step. ’Please let Spock be safe.’ He prayed to no one in particular. ’He must have escaped by now. He’s too smart, too logical, for these jerks.’ The blaster’s muzzle pressed harder against his back. ’Someone hurry up and rescue us, goddamn it!’ He swore to himself. If there was one thing Kirk hated about being captured, it was the lack of control.
Shoved, Kirk staggered forward; barely managing to stay upright. Before he could regain balance, a hand yanked his hair, and forced him downward. ’Fuck.’ Letting out a twisted yelp, Kirk collapsed onto his knees, and cried out in pain when his bare skin met something sharp. It felt like glass shards, scratching, stabbing, and slicing his thighs, but with the hand gripping his hair and the muzzle against his back, there was nowhere to go.
“Stay down.” A low, deep, and almost sadistic, voice ordered. “If you’re smart, you won’t try anything stupid.” The hand twisted his hair and the blaster was unyielding.
Kirk felt something wet spilling down his legs. He gulped, jaw clenched, and attempted to subtly scooch one knee to the side, only to realise he had dug a shard deeper into a cut. He hissed, grimacing through the sharp jolt of pain.
“Stay still.” The voice growled. The blaster whacked his back, causing Kirk’s body to jerk, and his legs to twitch deeper into the pile of shards. “You’re lucky I’m not allowed to shoot.”
“Fuck you!” Kirk lacked the ability to bite back his tongue.
In one swift movement, the hand yanked back his head, arched his neck, and clasped his chin. “You shouldn’t have said that.” The voice remained calm as he pulled open Kirk’s clenched jaw, and something hard was pushed into his mouth. “That’ll keep you quiet.”
Kirk stilled. He… couldn’t feel the muzzle against his back anymore… In fact, the object keeping his mouth open tasted awfully metallic, and the shape traced by his tongue felt suspiciously like a barrel of a blaster... ’Did he really just…’
“Mmm Captain, you look gorgeous gagged like that.” A new, feminine voice purred.
A shiver jolted down his spine. If Kirk hadn’t been gagged like that, he would have thrown up from the sound of her sultry tone.
“Doesn’t he look good with a blaster in his mouth?” She continued. “Tell him how perfect he looks, Xander.”
“He looks pathetic, that’s what he looks like.” Was ‘Xander’s’, another new voice’s, reply.
“I know!” She giggled. “That’s why it’s so perfect.”
Kirk trembled. The glass shards were the least of his concern now.
’Damn it, Spock, where are you?’