This is a collaborative story.

Neither of us owns anything Star Trek. We made up the Ensign. This chapter refers to an Original Series episode called Plato's Stepchildren.

This chapter was written by TalesFromTheSpockSide.

55. Playthings, part IV

Ashayam.

Still I refuse to believe that the word means anything, to me or to Spock. I just want this scene to be over, so I beat back the glimmer of hope that has leapt up in my heart and bring my focus back to the physical *now*.

I was kissing Leonard enthusiastically a few minutes ago - he's sitting cross-legged on the floor about three meters away, watching - and for Spock I will do no less. I curl my tongue, beckoning his shaft further in as he moves. His hand is twisting my hair, knuckles hot on the side of my face against my stretched cheek.

The Platonians are making remarks about Vulcan physiology and betting on the odds that I can get Spock's erect penis entirely in my mouth. Said physiology is swelling against my palate and the back of my tongue; I have very little gag reflex as a rule and my gulping now is mainly an attempt to keep from choking on the moisture building in my mouth.

"What's the matter, girl? Can't take it all?" Sybilus calls out, then says, probably to Philana, "Shall we force her further?"

"I have a better idea," I hear Philana reply. "I'm going to let Spock do it. And if you don't follow my commands, Vulcan, I will take it out of her hide."

Once more I sense a faint mental stirring, more urgent this time, as though Spock is trying to reach me through a fog.

Do not fear, little one.

This time the spark of hope stays lit, even though Philana is releasing my body from her control and ordering Spock to get his entire length into my mouth. He takes my head between his hands and his long fingers creep closer to my meld points as he pumps.

They have been...confusing me, he stutters in my mind. I have not been myself.

I want to laugh. No shit, I think, and a tinge of regret and embarrassment flows toward me from his mind. So we can still connect. I remind myself not to think too far ahead and concentrate on the head of his cock, panting through my nose. Maybe abstinence makes the memory grow fonder, but I can't recall him ever reaching this size.

Spock pumps shallowly into my gullet, and I reach out to steady myself with my hands on his thighs as I kneel up on the floor. He seizes my wrists and growls low, holds my arms up and away from my sides; I shift frantically, spreading my legs a little more, balancing on my knees and the cock impaling my mouth. What the hell?

The bond that was so recently silenced is reawakening. Through his grip on my arms I sense that he's warning me not to enjoy him too much, as our captors are trying to torment us. I take the hint and flail a bit, make a desperate sound of protest through my full mouth. The Platonians laugh, of course.

"She needs something to steady her," says one of the women. "What shall we use? The doctor, perhaps?"

"No, no, I'm going to want him when Spock finishes with her," says Philana. "Human men don't recover as quickly as ours, and if he climaxes now we'll have to wait. I know - " She raises her voice and calls to Spock. "Take her over to the divan, Spock."

Spock pulls out of my mouth and I gasp in lungfuls of air; he grabs my arm, drags me over to the long divan, where I see McCoy has been placed, cross-legged at one end like a spectator. I am jerked over to land on the other end, for once uncontrolled by the Platonians, and I perch on the edge looking up at Spock, the first real look we've exchanged since we got here. Since that day in his quarters.

I want to stare, to take in every nuance of his expression, but I lower my eyes to the floor, trying to look miserable.

"What now, Philana? Shall we split her at both ends?" Sybilus leers.

"Pace yourself, Sybilus," says Philana shortly. "This is my demonstration. You'll have your turn soon enough." She looks at Spock, who stands with his hands loose at his sides, feet planted, body coiled for action, cock standing out at an angle like a weapon.

"Put her on her hands and knees, Spock," she orders. "Fuck her from behind. Not in her anus - I'm saving that for the good doctor."

I don't know whether to be pleased or appalled. I like anal sex, and from Doc's ex-girlfriend I've heard he's incredible at it, but at this rate I'm going to get passed around like a party favor. Spock is helping me into position with gentle hands; I know he'll be as careful as he can with me.

"Doctor, why don't you help her feel better about this," says Sybilus, who glances at Philana for approval. "Lie underneath and play with her breasts."

Doc unfolds his legs and pivots, lies down with his head upside down under my braced arms, his long legs dangling off the other end of the couch. His hands come up to cup my breasts, hefting them gently; we're sideways to the audience, so they can see what he's doing.

"Stay in the moment, honey," he whispers as his fingers start teasing my nipples. "We'll make it good for you."

Spock is rubbing his cock against my buttocks; I'm not wet enough yet and I think he can tell, so he's stalling a bit.

"Get on with it, Spock," says one of the Platonians.

I feel a large, warm hand slide up my spine, reaching to curl loosely around my neck as if to choke me, and the tip of his cock starts nudging my sex -

- and into my mind springs a thought, a vision of how this would look if we were lovers, and alone, a soft bed and wine and oil and broken murmurings, his hands roaming where they will, his mouth moist against my neck as he bends and thrusts -

- and it works. I feel a rush of circulation and moisture between my legs, not an orgasm but a sudden spike of lust. Spock pushes in slowly, pulls back, almost all the way out, one hand still on my neck, the other on my hip.

"Impressive," says one of the men. "I didn't think he could get any bigger."

I feel a ridiculous moment of pride in Spock and his endowment, bolstered by the delicious feeling of fullness as he undulates smoothly in and out of my body. I'm clenching my teeth again, this time to keep from moaning with pleasure and anticipation.

The doc is fondling my tits as they swing above him. I hunch my shoulders slightly and Spock takes the hint and pushes my torso down, shoving me into range of Leonard's mouth. This makes doc look busy, gives me a chance to hide my face against his broad chest, and allows Spock to thrust even more deeply. I'm going to get all the pleasure I can out of this, with these two, men I would trust with anything.

I know that Spock can hold back for a considerable length of time, and that we might be in it for the long haul, so to speak - and then a new voice speaks up, a Platonian man with a deep, booming voice.

"Getting a man to orgasm is simple," he says. "Bringing off a female, now that's not so easy. Bet the Vulcan has no idea how to go about it."

"More than any other man here, I'll bet," scoffs one of the women, and several of the spectators laugh, as if at a recurring joke.

"What about it, Spock? Are Vulcans as skilled lovers as we? What shall be the proof?" Philana turns to her cohorts.

If they only knew.

After some bickering among the Platonians, Spock is ordered to withdraw from me, I'm told to sit on the end of the divan, and the doc sits up behind me so that I lean back between his legs, into his arms and up against a firmly aroused human organ.

"Now," says Philana. "Keep playing with her breasts, Doctor. And keep her hands out of Spock's way. He's going to have to do this all himself."

Spock stands looking down at me, then turns to Philana and says evenly, "If I refuse?"

"If you refuse, it's your body that will be used, Spock, by every last one of us. You may be able to endure that physically, but I think your friends would be horrified. We would, of course, force them to watch."

Spock doesn't dignify this with a response, but turns and drops to his knees before me. His hands spread my legs gently, stroking down them as if in reassurance.

Once more, little one, he says in my mind, imagine how this will be when we are alone, when I have begged your forgiveness and you allow me to worship your body again...

His mental tone is in no way presumptuous, but rather humble, the Spock I know and love, and I catch myself before my mouth smiles at him.

Then his black satin head dips to kiss my thighs, lick up between them, nuzzling and breathing me in; the doc keeps finding new ways to tease my breasts, nibbles on my ear for good measure.

The Platonians have fallen silent, whether from suspense or annoyance I don't care. My sex is breached by a long, supple tongue, sweeping my memory back to that first day in the shuttle, when he went down on me with more gusto and talent that I could have imagined. It's getting difficult for me to hold back words of encouragement and ecstasy, and I'm already writhing in Leonard's arms and feeling him grow harder against my back.

Spock's eyes are closed, the black wings of his brows matching the vee of my thighs, and as I watch he wraps his arms around my hips, holding me in place, and draws a slow, firm, wet circle over my clitoris, his fingers reaching to hold me open as he latches on and I try to buck and squirm and my mouth flies open in a howl as I come and come and come.

Doc is holding me tight against him and I can hear him muttering, "That's it...do it again...so fucking beautiful..." and Spock is licking and sucking and fingering and I lose any sense of time or recognition of where I am. I can feel him in my mind as well as on my body, and I think at first that I'm imagining it when he springs up and enters me, balls deep, one hard thrust and his climax hits. He and Doc and I almost bump heads, and when my vision clears we're all panting in each other's faces, Leonard cradling Spock's face in his hands as if it might fall.