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seriousficTitle: Prison break
Fandom: Star Trek
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,339
Characters/Pairings: Romulan Communications Officer/Gaila
Summary: Just because Gaila is a prisoner doesn't mean she can't make the best of it. Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash_today porn battle prompt "capture."
Gaila's escape pod ejected just as the warp core breached. She held off on the ditch sequence as long as she could, overriding the computer and hoping someone else would make it, but finally she had no choice. The escape pod launched so late that it was caught in the explosion. Her world spun and she hit her head on the console and then the world spun so fast that she couldn't follow it anymore.
***
When she woke up, she kept her eyes closed, hoping it was all a dream. The disaster on Vulcan, the Narada attack, her ship getting blown out from under her almost as soon as she'd been assigned to it. But when she opened her eyes, it was as she'd known it would be. She was on board a Romulan ship, locked in the brig. Just outside her cell, a tray of torture implements waited to be used.
"Good, you're awake." Gaila rubbed at her eyes until they cleared. Just in the shadows of the poorly-lit room, there was a Romulan eying her. A female Romulan, not that she'd be any more merciful than a male. "What can you tell me about Spock?"
"Spock? I think he's the guy fucking my roommate."
Gaila rubbed at her head. There was a coarse bandage covered by her hair, but comfortingly, it wasn't too large.
The Romulan scoffed. "Concussion. Useless." She typed a brief report into her console and went back to standing at attention.
When Gaila felt sure she was utterly awake, she stood. The world wobbled a bit, but didn't tumble over. She leaned against the wall, facing the Romulan. "Acting Ensign Gaila, formerly of the U.S.S. Embry."
"That's nice," the Romulan replied, sneering.
"Are you just going to stand there all day?"
The Romulan smiled. Each tooth she exposed shone with derision. "This brig is meant to hold drunken miners, not trained Starfleet personnel. So if it's all the same to you, I'll be keeping a close eye on you."
"Sounds fun." Already a plan was springing to mind. It wasn't exactly in the Starfleet training manual, but it did play to her strengths.
There was a bench along the far side of the cell. Gaila sat down on it, centering herself just so. Her uniform still shone Starfleet red with pride and Gaila felt a little thrill of belonging to something greater than herself, even as she pulled the skirt up over her firm thighs.
"What are you doing?" the Romulan demanded.
"Entertaining myself," Gaila replied, letting her voice dip a few octaves into seduction. "We're both in for a long wait, so I might as well pass the time."
The Romulan's eyes betrayed her. She couldn't keep them off Gaila's panties, colored a particularly cute shade of magenta.
"You can be entertained too," Gaila teased. "Just watch. Us Orions love to put on a show."
The Romulan made a noise deep in her throat and bowed her head. A moment later, she typed on the console. The door to the brig closed with a resounding clack.
"My name is Tanatra," she said. "Feel free to use it."
"Oh yes, Tanatra. It's been a long time since you've fed… those particular appetites?"
Gaila delved into herself. It was easy, looking at Tanatra. The woman's hair was pulled back in an unflatteringly severe set of cornrows, but the rest of her was delectable. Her uniform was damaged enough, either intentionally or unintentionally, to reveal a perfectly hinting swell of cleavage. And although she was undeniably feminine, she was solid where Gaila's last female lover was slender, her body thick with muscle where Uhura would be soft and lithe.
But Gaila could appreciate a rough hand as well as a tender one. She imagined Tanatra picking her up, throwing her down, almost forcing pleasure onto her. It was an intoxicating thought. Humans always tried to make love to her instead of fucking her. It got old after a while.
It was when Tanatra licked her long-dry lips that she realized she couldn't stand to watch anymore. She took off her disruptor and set it on the console. "One wrong move and I'll snap your scrawny neck."
"My swan-like neck," Gaila corrected with a sweet smile.
Tanatra put her hand on the door lock, letting it test her genetic material before deactivating the forcefield. She came in drawing her belt out of its loops. "Quick with your mouth, eh? That's good." When the belt dropped to the floor, her trousers soon followed. Gravity peeled the leather off Tanatra's thick legs, her wide hips. Her legs were scored with grit and old scars, but that just made Gaila's fantasy more intense, the promised taste of Tanatra more succulent.
Gaila started by kissing Tanatra's hipbone, her hands starting at the tops of Tanatra's boots and slowly proceeding up her legs. Tanatra had a spot behind her knee that made her moan with need when Gaila rubbed it. Letting one hand wrap around Tanatra's leg and caress the erogenous zone with a single outstretched finger, Gaila moved the other steadily up, always trying not to threaten Tanatra, until her slender fingers had skirted Tanatra's thigh and groped her ass. Gaila always loved feeling the muscle there contract as she ate someone out. It let her know how well she was doing.
She started off with a painstakingly slow lick, like she was exploring Tanatra with her tongue, her eyes cast up to meet Tanatra's just like when she'd masturbated. The taste that inexorably coated Gaila's tongue reminded her of eating an ice cream cone: first she licked it enough for the heat of her mouth to start it melting, then she really dug in.
Tanatra had her jaw clamped shut to prevent any noise from escaping, but her brow furrowed with a moan that never quite made it out of her throat. When Gaila licked the length of her sex for the third time, her eyes shut and didn't open for a breathless moment.
"More," she ordered gruffly.
"My pleasure," Gaila cooed.
She put her mouth to Tanatra's pussy like she was kissing it, her tongue tracing a zig-zag pattern through her folds. The stimuli overwhelmed Tanatra and her knees wobbled before she caught herself on the wall. Instead of trying to stand unassisted, she leaned against the wall and jutted her hips, offering them to Gaila. Gaila followed, stopping to smile when she saw Tanatra's prominent clit.
"That I can have fun with." She closed her lips over it, assaulting it wildly with her tongue. Tanatra's heavy breathing broke off into a series of Romulan curses, each one music to Gaila's ears.
Tanatra slid down the wall, into Gaila's arms as the Orion continued to pleasure her, hands now sneaking into her bodice and squeezing her breasts with enough force to match the heat pooling in Tanatra's groin. Her language had degenerated to a series of preverbal grunts and roars, urging Gaila on. When Gaila kissed her, two perfectly long fingers replacing her tongue inside Tanatra, their bodies clashing with overwhelming friction, she felt an orgasm start in the pit of her stomach and grow to engulf her.
Gaila kissed her a few more times, now using both hands to massage Tanatra's thighs and milk a little more pleasure from her sex, but Tanatra hitched her pants up as soon as she caught her breath. "Well done," she said, standing over Gaila. "I'll have to see about having you assigned to my department, once you're cleared for slave labor. If you can keep performing like that, you'll have a very comfortable existence."
With that, she left to wash up, the forcefield snapping into place behind her. Gaila waited for twenty heartbeats, then got up to place her hand on the door lock. As she'd hoped, the scanner recognized Tanatra's genetic material, even if it wasn't exactly from a skin cell.
Now if only getting off the ship could be as much fun as getting out of her cell.
Fandom: Star Trek
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,339
Characters/Pairings: Romulan Communications Officer/Gaila
Summary: Just because Gaila is a prisoner doesn't mean she can't make the best of it. Written for the
femslash_today porn battle prompt "capture."Gaila's escape pod ejected just as the warp core breached. She held off on the ditch sequence as long as she could, overriding the computer and hoping someone else would make it, but finally she had no choice. The escape pod launched so late that it was caught in the explosion. Her world spun and she hit her head on the console and then the world spun so fast that she couldn't follow it anymore.
***
When she woke up, she kept her eyes closed, hoping it was all a dream. The disaster on Vulcan, the Narada attack, her ship getting blown out from under her almost as soon as she'd been assigned to it. But when she opened her eyes, it was as she'd known it would be. She was on board a Romulan ship, locked in the brig. Just outside her cell, a tray of torture implements waited to be used.
"Good, you're awake." Gaila rubbed at her eyes until they cleared. Just in the shadows of the poorly-lit room, there was a Romulan eying her. A female Romulan, not that she'd be any more merciful than a male. "What can you tell me about Spock?"
"Spock? I think he's the guy fucking my roommate."
Gaila rubbed at her head. There was a coarse bandage covered by her hair, but comfortingly, it wasn't too large.
The Romulan scoffed. "Concussion. Useless." She typed a brief report into her console and went back to standing at attention.
When Gaila felt sure she was utterly awake, she stood. The world wobbled a bit, but didn't tumble over. She leaned against the wall, facing the Romulan. "Acting Ensign Gaila, formerly of the U.S.S. Embry."
"That's nice," the Romulan replied, sneering.
"Are you just going to stand there all day?"
The Romulan smiled. Each tooth she exposed shone with derision. "This brig is meant to hold drunken miners, not trained Starfleet personnel. So if it's all the same to you, I'll be keeping a close eye on you."
"Sounds fun." Already a plan was springing to mind. It wasn't exactly in the Starfleet training manual, but it did play to her strengths.
There was a bench along the far side of the cell. Gaila sat down on it, centering herself just so. Her uniform still shone Starfleet red with pride and Gaila felt a little thrill of belonging to something greater than herself, even as she pulled the skirt up over her firm thighs.
"What are you doing?" the Romulan demanded.
"Entertaining myself," Gaila replied, letting her voice dip a few octaves into seduction. "We're both in for a long wait, so I might as well pass the time."
The Romulan's eyes betrayed her. She couldn't keep them off Gaila's panties, colored a particularly cute shade of magenta.
"You can be entertained too," Gaila teased. "Just watch. Us Orions love to put on a show."
The Romulan made a noise deep in her throat and bowed her head. A moment later, she typed on the console. The door to the brig closed with a resounding clack.
"My name is Tanatra," she said. "Feel free to use it."
"Oh yes, Tanatra. It's been a long time since you've fed… those particular appetites?"
Gaila delved into herself. It was easy, looking at Tanatra. The woman's hair was pulled back in an unflatteringly severe set of cornrows, but the rest of her was delectable. Her uniform was damaged enough, either intentionally or unintentionally, to reveal a perfectly hinting swell of cleavage. And although she was undeniably feminine, she was solid where Gaila's last female lover was slender, her body thick with muscle where Uhura would be soft and lithe.
But Gaila could appreciate a rough hand as well as a tender one. She imagined Tanatra picking her up, throwing her down, almost forcing pleasure onto her. It was an intoxicating thought. Humans always tried to make love to her instead of fucking her. It got old after a while.
It was when Tanatra licked her long-dry lips that she realized she couldn't stand to watch anymore. She took off her disruptor and set it on the console. "One wrong move and I'll snap your scrawny neck."
"My swan-like neck," Gaila corrected with a sweet smile.
Tanatra put her hand on the door lock, letting it test her genetic material before deactivating the forcefield. She came in drawing her belt out of its loops. "Quick with your mouth, eh? That's good." When the belt dropped to the floor, her trousers soon followed. Gravity peeled the leather off Tanatra's thick legs, her wide hips. Her legs were scored with grit and old scars, but that just made Gaila's fantasy more intense, the promised taste of Tanatra more succulent.
Gaila started by kissing Tanatra's hipbone, her hands starting at the tops of Tanatra's boots and slowly proceeding up her legs. Tanatra had a spot behind her knee that made her moan with need when Gaila rubbed it. Letting one hand wrap around Tanatra's leg and caress the erogenous zone with a single outstretched finger, Gaila moved the other steadily up, always trying not to threaten Tanatra, until her slender fingers had skirted Tanatra's thigh and groped her ass. Gaila always loved feeling the muscle there contract as she ate someone out. It let her know how well she was doing.
She started off with a painstakingly slow lick, like she was exploring Tanatra with her tongue, her eyes cast up to meet Tanatra's just like when she'd masturbated. The taste that inexorably coated Gaila's tongue reminded her of eating an ice cream cone: first she licked it enough for the heat of her mouth to start it melting, then she really dug in.
Tanatra had her jaw clamped shut to prevent any noise from escaping, but her brow furrowed with a moan that never quite made it out of her throat. When Gaila licked the length of her sex for the third time, her eyes shut and didn't open for a breathless moment.
"More," she ordered gruffly.
"My pleasure," Gaila cooed.
She put her mouth to Tanatra's pussy like she was kissing it, her tongue tracing a zig-zag pattern through her folds. The stimuli overwhelmed Tanatra and her knees wobbled before she caught herself on the wall. Instead of trying to stand unassisted, she leaned against the wall and jutted her hips, offering them to Gaila. Gaila followed, stopping to smile when she saw Tanatra's prominent clit.
"That I can have fun with." She closed her lips over it, assaulting it wildly with her tongue. Tanatra's heavy breathing broke off into a series of Romulan curses, each one music to Gaila's ears.
Tanatra slid down the wall, into Gaila's arms as the Orion continued to pleasure her, hands now sneaking into her bodice and squeezing her breasts with enough force to match the heat pooling in Tanatra's groin. Her language had degenerated to a series of preverbal grunts and roars, urging Gaila on. When Gaila kissed her, two perfectly long fingers replacing her tongue inside Tanatra, their bodies clashing with overwhelming friction, she felt an orgasm start in the pit of her stomach and grow to engulf her.
Gaila kissed her a few more times, now using both hands to massage Tanatra's thighs and milk a little more pleasure from her sex, but Tanatra hitched her pants up as soon as she caught her breath. "Well done," she said, standing over Gaila. "I'll have to see about having you assigned to my department, once you're cleared for slave labor. If you can keep performing like that, you'll have a very comfortable existence."
With that, she left to wash up, the forcefield snapping into place behind her. Gaila waited for twenty heartbeats, then got up to place her hand on the door lock. As she'd hoped, the scanner recognized Tanatra's genetic material, even if it wasn't exactly from a skin cell.
Now if only getting off the ship could be as much fun as getting out of her cell.
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Date: 2011-07-07 07:32 pm (UTC)This is totally my headcanon now.
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Date: 2011-07-07 09:40 pm (UTC)