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“The lives of your crewmates depend on you, Doctor,”
It was that sentence what it took for one Leonard H. McCoy to give up on his freedom. It was purred on his ear, low and feral, followed by a harsh nip to his earlobe while his molester had him pinned on a wall in the solitude of a dark bedroom. Leonard said nothing, but his answer showed itself on the way his hands stopped gradually pushing the other man away from him, or at least, trying to.
He had been fighting hard all the time since he was taken along with the bridge crew and other crewmembers to Verex III to be auctioned as slaves. Marcus’ men didn’t have it easy with them. All of them, even Chekov had struggled with all his might. The kid was known by his following orders and being docile altogether but this time he was having no one’s shit. Jim had been throwing punches and kicks in all directions and Spock had fought just when it all started; Leonard had been the one who fought the hardest though. And it all was happening because of that man.
That man was nothing less than that bastard Khan Noonien Singh. Back on the time when Jim, Spock and Uhura managed to catch the criminal, it was possible just because he surrendered on his own volition once he heard the number of torpedoes that were going to be shot at him. It was as if the exact number mattered. Later then the augment had overpowered the twelve guards that had been outside his cell (it was still a mystery how he managed to break out of there) and made a fuss all over the ship. At the end of it all the only thing they knew was that Khan had escaped in a shuttle without a single scrape on that smug face of his, while hardly a small number of redshirts were left wound-free aboard the Enterprise.
When Marcus’ massive Starship reached the Enterprise the prisoner was far, far gone into space. The Admiral then arrested all the Officers in command and a few others; he punished them in an inappropriate way but then, the man had been doing inappropriate things all along, they lately discovered. In the matter of a month the bridge crew and a few added ones were sent to Verex III as slaves to be auctioned.
Even there Leonard kept the fighting attitude and didn’t let any of the aliens there get near to him. It proved to be a difficult task, because all those beings were stronger and dragged them easily around the place. They were stored in cages with crisscrossed steel bars and made to wait until it was their turn to be displayed around to catch some of the costumers’ eyes.
Jim didn’t stop thinking for a second on a way to escape from that hell of a place. They were in danger there; it was just matter of time for them to be sold as if they were animals and it was for sure they would not end in good hands. They all feared for the women the most; in that place being beautiful was a curse more than a blessing. The men would most likely be sold as work slaves, but the girls –god, Uhura, thought Leonard- would end as some deviant alien’s sex-slave. Even Chekov being still a baby faced kid would have that fate if they didn’t act as soon as possible.
But then the day they had their turn on the spotlight arrived. Leonard could remember how helpless he felt then when they realized their time had run out. “You keep quiet and let them touch you and we won’t beat you to death” had said an Orion before they chained and forced them to stand in a line in the middle of a crowd of aliens for them to appraise the fresh meat.
There were other four female crewmembers with them apart from Uhura. All four were fairly young but that was quite obvious being that almost all the Enterprise’s crew where composed by junior officers. The poor girls were reasonably terrified and kept their eyes closed as all shapes and sizes of hands –and tentacles– roamed over their quivering bodies. Uhura kept it cool but Leonard knew that in the inside she was equally disgusted and frightened as the other girls.
McCoy couldn’t stand it anymore and pounced upon the revolting aliens throwing punches and yelling at them to stop the manhandling. Jim and even Spock tried in vain to stop him before the Orion interfered and backhanded McCoy, throwing him to the floor. The Doctor’s head had hit the concrete with such force that everything seemed to spin around him. From that moment the last thing the Doctor could remember was a tall man crushing the Orion’s arm into his powerful grip and some talk about deals and payments…
Later Leonard had woken up to a certain Augment stroking his cheek with a pleased grin plastered on his pale lips.
“You’re awake” said the deep voice coming from the man and Leonard who seemed to be still covered in a sleep haze snapped really awake at that moment. He tried to stand but a wave of dizziness fogged his mind and everything seemed to spin around him. Cool hands steadied him taking him by the arms and Leonard realized he had been stripped to just his underwear.
“Let me go!” He yelled at the man and tried to struggle free from his grip but he found that it wouldn’t recede a bit. Bastard was strong; he had forgotten.
“The name is Khan,” said the Augment finally letting go of the Doctor. “But now that you’re mine you should call me master.”
Leonard didn’t understand a word at first. The last time he had seen Harrison, the Augment had been trashing around the Enterprise and his name for sure wasn’t… what, Khan? And then was the other part, Khan had said Leonard was his.
In that moment, the dizziness had returned along with confusion and the feeling of something bad going on. “…Khan? Wasn’t your name- wait… master?” And suddenly realization hit with all its force. The man in the auction house, the negotiations… they had been sold to Khan as slaves. Leonard felt as if he was about to throw up. “No…”
“Oh, yes, doctor,” responded Khan as he stood and walked to the chair in front of his desk. What place was that? He didn’t recognize it, but they seemed to be aboard a Starship, just not the Enterprise. “Now I advice you behave and take your place properly.” With that said, he sat sprawled in the chair, his legs spread open and his arms languidly lying on the armrests. “Come here.”
Well fuck me, Leonard thought and mentally slapped himself in the next instant at the irony of it. He clearly saw where this was going, and wouldn’t stay and watch as it happened. At least he would give a fight. Or he would try and run, yes, that was what he was going to do. In a second he jumped out of the bed and ran to the nearest door, but it seemed Khan had better reflexes than a cat because he stood from his seat and stalked over to the Doctor in a matter of seconds. He grabbed Leonard by an arm and smashed him against the wall next to the door, then pinned him in place with his own body.
“Get your hands off me, you sick bastard!” gasped the shorter man, the force with which Khan had him pressed flush to the wall leaving him out of oxygen.
“Now, doctor, didn’t I tell you to behave?” the words said in a low growl against the skin in his jaw made him shiver while a large hand was wrapped around his neck cutting off the air completely. Desperation ran through the Doctor’s mind but he wasn’t ready to let go just yet, so he started struggling and pushing at Khan’s chest in a hopeless effort to make the man step out of his personal space.
“I told you to let me go- you stupid-!”
Khan chuckled darkly at the human’s useless efforts. “Doctor, I find your bravery quite exciting to be honest, but it is of no use against me. I could take you right now, right here if I wanted to do so…” The hand in his neck went loose and slid down his chest, then off to one side of his hips until it found the doctors rear and squeezed the firm flesh there as to prove his point. “I could spread you open and take you raw on the floor- hear your pained screams turn into those of pleasure. Tell me, do they sound the same, doctor?”
Khan’s hand pulled the doctor off the wall and into his body, then rolled his hips against the other man’s just at the same moment and McCoy whimpered. “I’m looking forward to hear them, doctor” had said the Augment nuzzling at McCoy’s ear. Khan kept kneading his ass cheeks; first one globe and then he slid his hand to the other, fingertips lightly trailing over his crack above the thin fabric of the underwear, while his other hand possessively slid through the short hair at the back of his head.
“I’ll kill you!” spat Leonard resisting –at least trying to– the Augment’s touch. In that moment he had thought nothing would stop him from fighting this, but he was forgetting something important, someone, several important ones.
“You’re an intelligent person, doctor, you should know by now who’s the dominant one here; who is stronger… I’d love to ravish you right now and it would be so... easy…” Khan had said, his face too close to Leonard’s for him to not appreciate the fact that the man’s factions were indeed perfect, but he still was an insane criminal, and Leonard didn’t fancy men. “…but I want your cooperation, and I’ll make sure to have it when I claim you… Moreover I am in possession of your friends as well. I can do whatever I want to them and no one would be able to stop me.”
“Jim! No- let me go! I need to see’em!” Leonard started fighting once more without success. He had forgotten about his friends and he needed to make sure they were fine. They needed to find a way out. “If you touch them I’ll-!”
“Oh I would,” Khan spoke once more, all calm and serenity as if Leonard wasn’t trying to struggle free from him. “Of course I would let you go. Sooner or later I will have you, one way or another, but I will. On the other hand I want you to submit to me, now.”
“I rather die! Let me go now!”
Leonard had thought the Augment was really insane, that he would rape him and that nothing would stop him from doing the same to the others. And he wasn’t going to let that happen, not to them and surely he himself wouldn’t be an easy prey. But then Khan said the magic words.