Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: J. Kirk, Spock
Series: Star Trek: 2009
Rating: M
Word Count: 2,475
Length: Multiple
Warnings: Descriptions of sexual assault, swearing, violence, torture

"And for god's sake, Jim, you better come back in one piece," McCoy growled at him from his stance in front of the transporter pad.

James Kirk just stood, well, crouched, and smiled. "I always do," he stated, with an arrogant smirk laced with something else entirely. It seemed that only McCoy could see the thickly masked fear placed underneath his friend's jokes; fear that showed on every mission they went on. Before he could comeback with his usual 'Goddamn it, Jim, no you don't', Jim was already gone.

You see, as much as Jim would hate to admit, they had limited information on the internal layout of Cardassian ships and so, as soon as he was beamed aboard, he found himself in a rather unfortunate position.

Right in the middle of a huge meeting.

The ten Cardassians he had just re-materialized in front of jumped up with varying levels of shock displayed, and Jim had his phaser out faster than you could say 'Ohio'. There'd been a reason he'd kept the rest of his crew from participating in this mission, and it seemed he'd been right. Though, that did mean they wouldn't attempt to rescue him unless he contacted them first... He knew he wasn't going to be able to handle this by himself right of the bat; him against ten?

Yeah, right.

Before he could even fire off the first shot his phaser was knocked out of his hands and sent flying across the room, hitting a wall and managing to stun a single Cardassian. He backed up as those remaining took defensive stances around him; closing him in with some odd half-circle formation. Jim quickly backed up, almost immediately bumping into what he realized was another Cardassian. He spun around and fell to the floor automatically after a well-handed right hook.

At his momentary position of weakness the Cardassians swooped down upon him; a way most appropriate to phrase it. They grabbed hold of any limb they cold restrain, easily cutting off most of Jim's struggling and resistance. Four of them kept contact with him as they carried him out of the room, the other six leaving and heading in the opposite direction; most likely to inform any superiors.

Jim struggled with all his might, knowing exactly how pointless it was. Anything to gain him time, though, was more than worth it. He refused to believe in no-win scenarios, but he knew that if they found and took his communicator, he'd have more than slight problems.

He thrashed as much as he possibly could, even managing to kick one of soldiers in the stomach before his leg was grabbed once again, the Cardassian's grip tightening until the point where he felt one of his bones give in to the stress and snap, earning a yell from Jim and a hand clapped over his mouth. He reacted on instinct and bit down, earning a harsh tug on his arm that almost tore it from it's socket, along with getting his head hit on the metal entrance to the room they stopped at. He was thrown in unceremoniously, landing directly on his broken leg wth another yell. The four Cardassians didn't even step in the doorway, decidedly leaving and locking the door behind them as Jim struggled to get himself into a regular sitting position.

There was only one source of light in the entire room; it's size, he couldn't tell. A single old-fashioned lightbulb hanging from the ceiling by a metal cord in an attempted intimidating manner. When he had finally managed to pull himself up and lean against the wall, he realized with a start that he was not alone.

A light-gray skinned Cardassian woman; the captain, he assumed by her uniform, stood directly in front of him underneath the faulty light. He had no idea if she'd been standing in the dark corners of the room or not, and the sight of her sent his heart into overdrive. Situations like these were never good, but this certainly wasn't helping. She grinned at him, pushing her long brown hair out of her face as she began to pace slowly back and forth in front of him.

"Captain Kirk," she began, continuing to grin at him like some crazed maniac, which, looking on it, she really was. "As...fortunate," she was picking her words carefully. "As your unexpected appearance may be, I can't help but question your reasoning for it."

She sent him a knowing glance. "Are you here to collect imformation for the Federation?" Jim kept his lips sealed. This reaction caused her to stop pacing, standing in front of him once again. "Not speaking? Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we?"

She lowered herself so that she was directly on his lap, her knees on the outside of his thighs. Jim instinctively leaned away from her, putting his hands on her shoulders to try and push her back, causing her to giggle. She only pushed away his hands, being much stronger than him, and whispered, "Just in case." As soon as she finished speaking the final word, chains snapped around his wrists with a final clicking of gears, having otherwise been silent. He stared at them with wide eyes, looking back up at her as she laughed again, fear striking another cord and his captainly resolve wavering for only a moment.

The woman began to slowly grind her hips and Jim's breath stuck in his throat as he realized her intentions. "Stop it," he warned. She gave him no response, and reached her hands around to toy with his hair as she revolved her hips in a circular motion against his groin in an attempt to attain a response from him. She used one hand and reached into her breast pocket, pulling out a small blade and swiping downwards, cutting his shirt and his chest along with it. Jim let out a growl, and she smirked, wrongly interpreting it as a sign of pleasure.

"My, my..." She laughed quietly, tossing the knife in an unidentified direction. "I've heard your reputation, but I never knew you were such a womanizer," Jim found the entire experience anything but pleasureable. In fact, he was more frightened than he could put into words. She placed her hands to the wall behind him, abandoning his hair, and nuzzled her scaly face in his neck. She moaned and pressed her breasts against his chest, increasing the speed of her hips as she continued to pleasure herself, using him as a device. Jim's eyes began to water as he felt his body start to react against his will.

She looked up at him, no doubt able to feel his dick begin to harden, and grinned and she used one hand to reach down to massage him along with her own body, leaning in for an open-mouthed kiss. As she tried to worm her tongue into his mouth, Jim finally made up his mind and went against his morals, opening his mouth as a decoy before clamping down hard.

She screamed as she was bitten, stopping her ministrations and pulling her fist back before punching him as hard as she could. His head whipped to the side at the force, the other side of his face hitting the wall and making him bite his cheek.

She jumped up, looking scandalized, before calling something out loudly in her native language. Jim could no longer reach to grab his communicator as a last resort, and could only hope she and whoever she was calling wouldn't notice. His heart nearly stopped as a large, tan-skinned Cardassian soldier came rushing into the room, easily twice his size. The soldier looked back and forth between his Captain and James as she spouted off things in her language; clutching a hand to her bleeding mouth.

Jim sat silently, fingers twitching as he tried to understand what she was saying, to no avail. He'd never studied much in xenolinguistics, and now he was fucking paying for it. The man, whose face had quickly changed from confused to twisted with a feral grin, began to approach him with a wicked look in his eye that matched his Captain's. She walked off into a dark corner before returning, blade shining in her hand. She gave a quick nod to who Jim assumed was her version of a First Officer, before kneeling beside where he sat.

Jim's glance flickered between her and the man, sitting there terrified before letting out a yelp as he was grabbed by the ankles and pulled into a laying position. He finally found his voice and began to yell, both Cardassians only laughing at his feeble attempt. Screaming would do him no good, they knew. They thought he deserved what was coming to him.

The man yanked Jim's pants and pulled, taking off both that and his underwear at the same time before he grabbed Jim's knees and pushed them up before spreading them, Jim almost dying right then and there as he was flipped around on his stomach. Curses derived from various languages filtered through his head and he almost began to cry. His breath came out harsh as he listened for any telling sign of movement; he was unable to see anything with his face shoved to the ground and turned towards the woman. He saw her nod to the man once again, muttering several words in their language to him, like instructions.

He had no warning as to when it happened, two hands clamping around his waist with bruising force before something foreign, large, hard, not his entering, ripping, tearing. He screamed out in unbearable pain, blood beginning to flow from him already as the Cardassian woman laughed as he was roughly penetrated. They wasted no time in getting to work, the woman digging the knife into his back, matching and opposing every agonizing thrust as she carved a foreign word into his back as a lifetime reminder.

Jim's fists clenched and he dug his fingers into them so hard he broke skin. He felt pain everywhere; his broken leg and bruised face being nothing at all in comparison to the type of pain he was experiencing, the vulnerability. The pain spread everywhere, every inch of his body, every limb, every pore, every fucking cell screaming in agony just as he was.

The Cardassian man grunted with each thrust as he approached his climax, using one hand to pull on Jim's hair, ripping out innumerable strands. Jim forced himself to fight through the pain; to stay conscious. He reached back as far as the chains would allow before the woman used one of her hands to slam his back into the wall with a sickening crack, unknowingly breaking part of the chain.

Jim hadn't known he'd been crying at all, nonetheless sobbing, but his voice died down as he fought to stay awake, it taking all of his strength to do just that. They seemed slightly upset by his dimming responses, and the woman slammed her hand down on his back over a few of the cuts she had made, breaking some of the ribs underneath and luckily avoiding his spine. He let out a strangled sob at that, and that seemed to sate the two of them.

Jim's added pain had seemed to arouse the man more, his thrusting becoming more erratic and his pants louder as he came with a final grunt, pulling out of him mercilessly. Jim bit down on his lip to keep from letting out another scream as the liquid burned his insides both literally and figuratively, the woman finishing up her handiwork on his back, having made sure to keep the bleeding to the point where he would still live.

Jim could barey see through the haze clouding his vision, but forced himself to stay awake because if he didn't he wouldn't have another chance. Luck was apparently on his side for the first time that night and before the woman could say anything –had she said anything? Jim couldn't tell– a screeching alarm went off, blaring some message in Cardassian and all the lights flaring different colors.

Both the man and woman scrambled to their feet, shouting things to eachother over the sound of the alarm. They pulled themselves together as quickly as possible, the woman dropping the knife and the man pulling his clothes back on as they rushed out the door, leaving Jim restrained and bleeding to attend whatever emergency situation that had popped up.

Jim fought the fatigue and raised his arm up, hitting his wrist a few times against the wall, shattering the chain. He reached over shakily and covered himself as best as he could with his ripped command shirt. He reached in the back pocket of his pants, pulling out the small communicator with shaking hands as the tears began to flow again. He curled up into himself as far as he could, flipping the communicator open.

"S-Scotty?" he whispered, voice breaking. He attempted to reign it in to the best of his ability.

Response came immediately, Montgomery Scott's accented voice coming over. "Yes, Cap'n?" He questioned. The monotone voice of his Vulcan First Officer and the Georgian accent of his bestfriend was able to be heard in the background, both asking the same thing.

How was he? There weren't words to describe how he was.

The sound of Spock's voice inquiring to how he was caused his heart to clench, the realization of just how disgusting he was now causing him to curl further in on himself despite his injuries.

Disgusting and weak.

It took Jim a secon, and he almost let out a sob but quickly smothered it, despite the fact that Spock and Bones and Scotty and everyone would see how disgusting their Captain was. How weak he was. How much of a failure he was.

"Please, bring me back."

"Aye, Cap'n."