VULCAN"He was still physically thirteen when I found him, a fact that did not change until he was two years out of cryo, when he then aged five years in one day. None of his parts were at their full size, yet, but it didn't matter a whit to me. Had we not been in the enemy's lair, I would have taken him as he awoke."
"Reflecting, I find it was not his lithe, muscled form that drew me to him. Nor was it that one muscle, which a series of ridiculous circumstances meant I had never seen before--though that was nice enough that I gave it a quick kiss on Sarek's shuttle, on our way back to Vulcan. I wanted to play mongoose, but I think Father Sarek would have objected."
"It was his eyes. The eyes of his father. My father, as well. The word 'adoption' means so little to a girl who has no house. James Kirk is my father, blood aside. My brother's eyes glistened with gratitude. I was his sister, and his hero. I descended back into hell to bring back The Messiah."
"By that I do not mean the Anointed One prophesied by Isaiah, in Mother Amanda's Holy Book. I mean my Messiah. When I found him, he was again under assault. That old painted whore, Admiral Teresa Bunson, lay naked on top of his cryo-chamber, infecting his limited consciousness with her top-heavy false beauty. I took that animal's face and smashed it into the chamber's glass until it released, and she slid off. I remember laughing, for her breasts, as she hit the floor face-first, literally bounced her onto her back and then her buttocks caused her to bounce yet again. Certain cosmetic enhancements are more buoyant than others, it would seem."
"I explained who I was, and then saw him leering at the old witch. Partly in lust. But mostly in hate. Her cruelty, in torturing him as she did, had levels I would only learn of later. But I hated her, too. She was just like the monsters of Hellguard. I had never been raped by a woman, as Romulan culture has a deep-seeded bias against same-sex unions. I suspect this is because the governing powers need soldiers to sacrifice to their wars, and that demands a high birth-rate. One rumor had it that part of the reason their last Emperor, Tasorel V, was removed was because he refused to maintain a harem and concubines, preferring the company of a male servant. But those types of rumors were
life's blood for the guards as they talked, so who can truly say?""In short, I told Peter Kirk that if he wanted to rape Teresa Bunson in revenge for what I saw she had done on the Hall's treasured recording, I would not stop him. He had the strength and the anger to make sure she would not enjoy it, even with her twisted proclivities. I wanted to see him split her fat bottom wide open. I wanted her to give birth to an artery, as it fell out of her delta. I briefly imagined some of the false muscle of her breasts coming off in his hands. I would likely never see my rapists punished. I wanted to see this one destroyed. She had hurt my brother. I had the right."
"When he refused to do so, I felt a familiar surge, a shock so great it could only have
been my soul coming back to me. So simple a concept, but one that only at that moment did it sink in. Because one wounded angel refused to do what almost anyone else would have, I saw clearly for the first time that while Surak's followers were often fools and hypocrites, the man himself was not. One ravaged, angry, adolescent human male could have used and then discarded the comely older woman who had destroyed his life. Instead, he reminded his Vulcan rescuer that Vengeance Is Not Logical. He fainted in my arms, but I know he would have found the will to ride her fat behind, tearing out chunks of dyed hair as he did. Peter Kirk decided she simply wasn't worth his time, when freedom was so close.""I never resented his awkward attempts to see me naked. I enjoyed it. That someone like him wanted me meant that I was somehow desirable. Plus, I got to return the favor. I don't remember when we started sharing a bed, returning to our own rooms shortly before dawn. Nervous, we did not attempt union then. But the feel of his arms around me, be they on my stomach or my chest, made me able to sleep, for I was safe."
"We had minor, minor disagreements now and again. They usually ended with one of us kissing at the other's bared crotch, so these were bearable. Then Uncle Jim came. The two people I loved best were betraying me. The one by taking Peter away. The other by being so willing, even eager, to leave. Oddly, Peter's rage came to the fore that night. In a pained fog, he nearly killed Uncle Jim, Spock, and all the others. I am glad that Nyta was with me, then. Peter regards Uhura as his mother, and would sooner kill himself than hurt her. Perhaps this incident should have told me something. But I forgot it all—even Spock's distance and aloofness---when I heard that Peter was staying. My only friend wasn't leaving me, after all."
"But he had tried to, and I resented him for it. More than I knew. Each time he had tried to storm out, in anger over some stupidity I had uttered, that secret anger of mine grew. Was it T'Pring's attack, aided by the lunatic Valeris, that finally brought it forward? I cannot know for certain. Perhaps it was each time that he did not leave, or threaten to, that made me all the more anxious. Because he could leave me. Anytime he felt like."
"After a year of struggling past sexual blocks the size of T'Khut—we made love. It was brief--but wonderful, and we melded as a result. We saw each other's lives, up and down. Then, I crossed the line. He had a private fantasy world, which I playfully invaded. In it, we two were married. We were parents. We were happy. I should have been delirious at this sighting of pure love. He should have been pleased that I finally knew the depths of his love."
"But I was livid that he would risk fate's wrath with such a dream of joy. He was furious at my invasion of that special place, before he was ready to show it to me. His fury took a form I would never have expected of him. Peter Kirk, The Rock Of Prophesy, summoned up the being he hates most, to punish my intrusion."
"Ghidorah is hideous. This version was equine, with gray, lupine heads. This version was about 100 meters in diameter, a mere fraction of the size of its form as The Ancient Destroyer. This version was all the more approachable, and so more frightening than ever. As it closed on us, I told Peter the simple truth - that I loved him."
"He laughed at me, and ended the illusion his superior telepathy had created. The one I loved best had tricked me, and was laughing at me, and was lecturing me. It was more than I could bear."
"Breaking our meld, I immobilized most of his body while manipulating his nerves so as to force an erection. In this manner, he would build but never come. I straddled him, and began to pump furiously. I felt his pain as he was violated. I drank it in, and I enjoyed it. Now, I loudly proclaimed, it was I who had the power, and that he would never be allowed to leave me."
"How he broke the hold I do not know. Sometimes, I have caught glimpses in him, a memory of a great strange creature that could never be caught, or held. But after a time, Peter brought his face up into mine, knocking me out cold. I then remembered the betrayal I had seen in his eyes as I took him. I wasn't his hero anymore. And my angel was now an angel of grim vengeance."
"I heard the tearing of sheets. I felt the binding of my hands, legs, and mouth. I felt my rear vaginal lips forced open. What Peter had refused to do to Bunson, he now did to me. He met violation with violation."
"I had raped Peter Kirk."
"Peter Kirk had raped me."
"Like a coward, he fled to Earth the next day. Or perhaps it was wisdom that drove him. Perhaps such as we should never mate. For we are monsters, far worse than King Ghidorah. At least the beast has never loved. We have, and we hurt each other anyway. I want him back in my arms, but still I cannot forgive his retaliation."
"Damn him. Why couldn't he have merely forgiven what I did? He knows how I get."
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