Chapter 5

Warning: This chapter contains rape and graphic violence

The planet that the ship had been orbiting was starting to change lunar cycles, and as this shift began, McCoy had noticed that as he started to daydream about Rachel, which he often did, his arousal was peaking much faster this time than usual. At the same time, Spock had inhaled and caught the scent of Rachel's pheromone laden perfume, and found himself having the odd urge to… touch her. He thought to himself as he struggled with the urge, that it was strange of him to have an unfaithful thought when Nyota was the one he cared for and the one who took care of his needs satisfactorily. As the two men were steadily becoming more aware of their growing desire, Kirk walked through the door and his gazed instantly fixed itself upon Rachel. As Kirk's eyes raked over her form, he felt his blood begin to bubble with the familiar feeling of lust that he so frequently let drive his actions.

"Officer Deveaux, status report," Kirk commanded as he strode towards her desk.

Rachel thought it strange that he would ask her to report instead of Spock, but she immediately responded "The subject's cells have an astonishing regenerative rate, and his samples have also revealed that he is much more durable than the average human. We can speculate that he is at least five times stronger, faster, and agile than average, and is quite possibly capable of an intelligence quotient that would surpass that of the current greatest minds of the galaxy combined…and he seems to be…well…300 years old, probably preserved in some form of cryogenic casing until very recently." As she spoke, she could feel some sort of tension in the room which she attributed to the fact that she was stating Mr. Harrison's obvious superiorities… or the fact that he was ancient, but she was somewhat unsure if that was the true reason that the air had suddenly become so thick.

McCoy was standing the closest to Rachel as he was just a few feet behind her, and he found himself suddenly shaking with anticipation, he could feel the temptation rising inside of him and as these feelings were about to spill over the top of his wall of composure, his body abandoned his humanity and all that was left was animal instinct.

McCoy stepped forward and attempted to brush himself against Rachel's curves.

"Officer McCoy! What the hell!?" Rachel shouted as she turned around to distance herself from the contact. At the same moment, Kirk made a guttural noise that sounded like an animal defending its territory.

At the sight of McCoy's advance on Rachel, Kirk had felt the raw primal urge spill forth in himself as well that caused him to assert his dominance as an alpha male and defend the rights to claim the female that his inferior had unrightfully tried stake the first claim on.

His growl sent the message that his dominance was to be obeyed, and McCoy's beta male senses became the force that allowed him to step away from Rachel to await the alpha's demands.

Spock too, was feeling the urge that his Vulcan side was desperately trying to overcome with logic, but his animalistic drive was too strong to be overridden. He gave in soon after the captain's assertive growl and slowly joined the other two men as they stalked toward Rachel in unison.

"C…captain?" Rachel uttered as she slowly turned back at the frightening growl that Kirk had let out. 'What the hell is going on?' Rachel thought as she tried to assess the horrific situation that was rapidly unfolding.

She looked into the hungry eyes of her captain as he started to approach her, and she could sense that behind her, McCoy was inching closer again at a lethargic pace.

"The moon flower," she suddenly whispered at the realization. That pollen did have an effect on them and it seemed as if the fact that they were human only intensified the effect, and to an alarming level. She immediately turned her fearful expression to Spock in hopes that his Vulcan side would be able to fight the pollen's influence, but was hit with the realization that this nightmare of a situation was soon to escalate as he was also closing the distance between her and the other two men with an equally insatiable expression that devoured the last hope she had clung to for the chance of escaping.

"Wait," she said as she raised a defensive palm towards Spock. "This isn't you," she continued as she turned her gaze forward on the captain with her other palm gesturing him to stay away as well. "Please… you can't do this… it's just the pollen in your systems…fight it…please," she pleaded as she suddenly felt Spock's firm Vulcan grip on her wrist and McCoy's body slide against her curves once more as he reached around to secure her other arm to her side.

"P... please," She gasped as she hysterically started to struggle against the two men while tears started welling up in her eyes.

"Shhh," Kirk lulled as he pressed his own body against hers while his hand drifted onto her knee and proceeded to snake up her thigh.

Rachel then jolted her knee up into Kirk's groin, and he roared angrily as he huddled away from her.

Spock and McCoy wrestled her body to keep her secured as Kirk regained his composure. As he straightened back to his full height, Kirk cocked his hand and then suddenly sent the back of it slamming into Rachel's cheek, leaving a bright red mark.

Her face twisted in pain as her tears spilled out in a river over her reddened flesh.

Kirk then grabbed a scalpel off of the countertop and moved it to the outline of her neck as he pressed his lips against her ear.

"I could slit your throat right now and with Bones and Mr. Spock here to back me up, no one would doubt it when I told them that you were a nasty little traitor to the federation who forced me to spill her mutinous blood all over the floor," Kirk breathed into her ear as he felt her body tremble with terror. The vibrations of fear radiating from the petite female had Kirk reeling with the need to rub his hands along every inch of her trembling flesh. His hand once again found its way up her thigh until the tips of his fingers slid underneath the tight material of her dress.

"Spread your legs so I can feel how tight that little cunt is going to be for me when I enter you," Kirk demanded as he kept his mouth nestled by her ear.

Rachel let out a whimper and remained frozen as she tried to fight the shock that was consuming her.

Kirk put enough pressure on the scalpel to draw a shallow knick of blood and Rachel jolted as she widened her stance to allow the captain to continue sliding his hands between her legs. Kirk's fingers slowly reached the outline of her panties and he stroked along the material a few times before slipping two digits through the side and dipping them into her moist center as he nibbled at her earlobe.

"Damn, she's tight!" Kirk exclaimed to the other two men. "And the little slut is already getting wet for us," he proved as he removed his fingers and brought them up to smell her scent.

The two men laughed as they began to use their free hands to caress her curves.

"Taste yourself," Kirk ordered as he placed his fingers on her whimpering lips.

Not wanting to anger him further, Rachel parted her lips and he filled her mouth with the potent remnants of her own wetness. Humiliated that she was unable to control her own body when such a revolting thing was happening to her, she started sobbing around his fingers as her heaves forced her body back and forth against Kirk and McCoy's growing erections.

Kirk withdrew his fingers and hungrily grabbed at the bottom of her dress as he proceeded to tug it up over her head.

"S…st…stop…stop…p…please, stop!" Rachel begged as the men continued to strip her until she was completely exposed to them.

McCoy was now pressed up against her with his hardness rubbing into her back through his uniform and his mouth ferociously sucking at her neck. Spock was bending his head to trail licks and kisses along her fully exposed breasts and continued to take her nipples into his mouth while he gently sucked and lightly nibbled on the rosy buds one after the other. And Kirk had knelt down to get a better view of her gleaming pussy which he decided to taste for himself. As Kirk sucked away at her little clit, Rachel's body continued to betray her as her hips began to involuntarily buck against the captain's ministrations. Rachel knew that what was happening wasn't her fault, and she knew that she didn't enjoy it, but as the men kept caressing her most sensitive areas, she could feel her body reacting and she knew that any minute it was going to perform the ultimate betrayal. Kirk's mouth greedily devoured Rachel until her most private area quivered for him with spasm after spasm and he gently lapped her up until she had ridden out the last wave of her orgasm.

Kirk rose to full height and smiled at Rachel as he said "I would have made you my little fuck toy the minute you joined my crew if I had known what a sweet little pussy you had hiding under that uniform." Kirk grabbed the back of her head and forced her face up to his and possessively whispered "Kiss me, I want you to taste yourself on my lips and know that I'm the one who you came for, kiss your captain."

Rachel opened her mouth and Kirk darted his tongue in to claim it. She felt utterly broken from what he had just tricked her body into doing and now he was breaking another intimate barrier. She was ashamed, distraught, and now she was furious. She bit down on his tongue and jolted free of the arms of the other two men. She sprang for the door so quickly that McCoy's hands fell just short of grasping her. She reached for the button to open the door, but she had almost reached it when Spock grabbed her and slammed her hard against the floor. Kirk was cursing with a lisp, and he walked over to her and kicked her in her side.

"Fucking bith!" Kirk barked at her and she couldn't help her own amusement at the pain her defiance had caused him as she looked up at him with a half-smile displayed on the edge of her mouth. When Kirk saw her smiling, he kicked her again, harder.

The pain was excruciating. As Rachel tried to grab her side, she found that her wrists were being held again. Spock pinned one wrist while McCoy secured the other against the floor. She was dizzy now and had a hard time focusing, but she could still feel everything. After using a rapid healing gel on the small bite marks on his tongue, Kirk crawled on top of her and unzipped his pants.

"Let's see how funny you find this," Kirk said with his lisp gone as he swiftly plunged into her.

Over and over he pushed into her with as much force as he could, which made the pain on her side hurt even worse and also now created a new pain as he tore her walls unapologetically. Every few thrusts, he would smack her in the face which was already causing some bruising. The pain that he was causing her was unlike anything she had ever felt, and the sobs that were escaping her now were uncontrollable as she clenched her eyes and tried to block out what was happening. His speed and force increased as he grasped her neck to choke her while he hovered over her face and grunted "Look at me… Look at me you little slut." She opened her eyes to see his face light up with a sick sense of enjoyment. As his hold on her throat continued, he buried himself within her in one final thrust as he emptied himself into her center.

After he finished, Spock switched places with him and as he climbed on top of her, he grasped her thighs back apart and his force was just as brutal as Kirk's had been. As he readied himself, he started swirling his thumb around her clit and then pinched it as he shoved himself inside of her. She screamed at the agony, and he pulled on one of her pigtails as he bit down on the other side of her neck. She screamed again and his Vulcan strength caused her to start fading in and out of reality while he started to hit her in the face and her voice was reduced to whimpers. He then started to drive himself deeper and she could feel him bruising her cervix with his reach. His release came and then he traded places with McCoy.

McCoy was gentler as he forced her legs to unclench yet again, but she was too weak by now to keep herself together. He slowly entered her and buried himself in her just as deep as Spock had as he squeezed her breasts relentlessly, tugging and sucking on them enough to leave marks. His rhythm kept at a slow pace until he could feel his climax start to build. "Tell me you love me," McCoy grunted as he nestled his face against hers with his mouth against her ear.

"F…f…fuck…y…you," she garbled out through whimpers.

He got angry at that and smacked her even harder than Spock had managed to, and then choked her even harder than Kirk had as he repeated himself in a desperate tone "Tell me you love me!"

He heard her choke out something inaudible as he released his hold on her neck and put his ear close to her mouth so that he could hear her try again. Just then she bit his ear and he jumped back and she yelled "I will never love you, you sick demented FUCK!" She spit in his direction and he slammed her head to the ground, unconcerned with the pain of his ear, and pushed himself into her with so much force that she could feel her cervix burn with the contact of him, and wet droplets fell from his eyes onto her face as he whispered harshly "You love me, you don't have to lie to me…I know you love me." As he rocked into her with these words, he poured himself deep inside her womb.

She wasn't quite sure how long it was before she realized that they were finished, but she caught a few sentences as she was trying to remain conscious.

"What have we done?" It sounded like McCoy.

"Calm down Bones, no one is gonna figure out about this, it wasn't our fault, we weren't in our right minds."

"How can you say that? She is an innocent girl, and look! Look at what we've done to her."

"Look, I don't wanna go to prison, and I know you don't, so we are gonna take care of this and pretend like it never happened!"

"It would be highly suspect if we were to present her body with the amount of markings that it now displays."

"You green blooded goblin! How dare you even suggest that we should kil…" The man fell silent with a thud to the floor.

"Why did you do that!"

"He was behaving illogically about the situation, and I am confident that you will be able to convince him of the positive repercussions of our decision when he awakens, but at the moment we need to think of our next course of action regarding Officer Deveaux."

"Well, we can't kill her and blame it on self-defense because of her bruises. We can't take her out into the corridor because of the risk of someone seeing us, so that rules out burning the body or ejecting it into space. And if we let her live, all they need to do is get a Betazoid or another Vulcan to dig in her brain to prove her story and then we're toast."

"Captain, we do have a brig… and we can control who patrols it."

"Yeah, but Harrison is in there and we are diverting so much energy to keep his chamber secure that the others are useless."

"I doubt that he would mind, and if she dies in there with him, which is most likely the case given her current state, it would be much easier to explain where she got her bruises from."

Suddenly, Rachel felt herself being lifted up and could sense the comfort of clothes covering her skin. The sentences she had heard before were fleeting and nothing made sense at the time anyway. She was being carried somewhere now, that was all she knew, everything was blurry.

The next thing that she knew was that she was dropped on the cold, hard, ground like a piece of garbage and was trying desperately to cling to consciousness.

With her eyes flickering and her body shaking as the pain resurged throughout the entirety of her being, she saw one of the men approach her again. 'Aren't they finished torturing me yet?' she thought to herself. A hand came towards her and she flinched away, afraid of it bringing her even further suffering. Cautiously the hand reached out to her again and there were more words that she could not make sense of.

"I will not hurt you, I am going to help you… alright? Please… let me help you."

The man reached for her neck and suddenly, death seemed like a nice reprieve. She was broken. Her body, her mind, her spirit, they were all broken. And she could not hold on any longer. The last strand of consciousness slipped away as she embraced the shadows engulfing her into a deep slumber.