Star Trek: Atypical Prisoner Situation
Title: Atypical Prisoner Situation
Rating: PG-13
Character(s): Gaila, Uhura, Nurse Chapel, implied Spock/Uhura and Kirk/Gaila
Warnings: Non-graphic sex between an Orion and an elephantine humanoid. Talking about sex. Some swearing.
Summary: If it’s anything like her current experience, Christine Chapel can understand perfectly why Dr. McCoy gets drunk after his missions with Kirk and Spock go wrong.
Notes: This started with Gaila and Uhura snarking about getting kidnapped and Gaila getting laid in order to escape. Then Christine came…and then she pretty much took it over. Go figure. Pretty crackish, just to let you know. Also, these three = Second Power Trio.
Christine Chapel had been a good girl all her life. She was smart enough to be put on the Enterprise, good enough to pretty much become Dr. McCoy’s right hand. She always followed protocol, was always professional, and behaved perfectly.
Unfortunately, none of that mattered to the Elephant Men (not their actual name, which was unpronounceable, despite Lieutenant Uhura’s persistence; Captain Kirk had dubbed them thus and it had stuck), who seemed to have nothing better to do than throw perfectly pleasant young women in a cell for some unspecified, nefarious purpose. It was more annoying than frightening, really.
Especially after three hours spent sitting staring blankly into space, with only the guard for company. His leers had been disturbing at first, but now Christine barely noticed. Dr. McCoy was right; getting kidnapped was nothing more than a giant waste of time.
At least she could stand up and walk around if she wanted. The chains locked against her wrists kept her from leaving the cell, but they were long enough that she could walk around easily-could probably hang herself, if she was so inclined.
And God help her, it was starting to look like a tempting option.
“You know, I think I’m starting to understand why Jim always sleeps with me after these kinds of missions go wrong,” said Gaila, tapping the bars of the cell thoughtfully. “Being locked up really gets you horny as hell.”
Gaila was a nice girl, Christine thought, but sometimes, she was more frightening than anyone else Christine had ever met.
Gaila shook the chain that encircled her ankle thoughtfully. “Kinky, too. No wonder he’s so keyed up afterwards. Did you know, that this one time, he-”
“Gaila, now’s really not the time to be talking about your sex habits,” said Nyota Uhura, from the opposite side of the cell. She was propped up against the stone wall, head between her knees. Being dragged underground, stripped of their communicators, thrown in a cell, and chained up had put her in a somewhat… unpleasant mood, to say the very least. Why she was behaving so temperamentally, Christine didn’t know, though Gaila guessed that Nyota was probably kicking herself over not noticing anything suspicious in their captors’ inflections, which was ridiculous and probably not at all healthy. But Gaila had shrugged her shoulders and said it was typical.
“Suit yourself,” said Gaila, making a face and dropping her chain with a loud klunk, “But let me tell you-I really, really could use a threesome or something right now. Sexy nurses and talented tongues more than welcome.” She followed up her statement with an appreciative look over both Nyota and Christine. The latter reddened and looked away, still not really used to either Gaila or her blunt commentary, though she liked the Orion just fine. The former, who was, looked unimpressed.
“Don’t count on it.”
“Just a suggestion,” said Gaila, not at all put off by the usual rejection. “You know, Nyota, most sentient beings loosen up when they’re getting laid. Lately, you’ve been getting more uptight. Now, I don’t know if it’s a Vulcan thing or what-”
“Where’s our guard?” asked Christine, loudly, fully intent on keeping any peace possible and knowing that talking about Vulcan sex was not the key to understanding and cooperation. “He’s been gone for nearly ten minutes.”
“Who knows? Better question-where the hell is Jim?” Much to Christine’s relief, Gaila immediately dropped Nyota’s love life in favor of the more immediate concern. “It’s been three hours. Three fucking hours without communication and he still hasn’t shown up? What the hell is he doing?”
“A native?” suggested Nyota dourly.
“Forming a search party?” Christine quickly offered.
“Well, Nyota, that’s a given.” Gaila made an impatient noise, before turning her attention to Christine. “Nah, Jim would probably try to find us without back-up. It’s not like these weirdos are really all that dangerous; they’re just kinda big. And he has Dr. McCoy with him.”
She scowled suddenly. “Though I wouldn’t be surprised if he went and got himself captured instead. Because really, that would be even more ridiculous.”
“The captain’s not that foolish,” said Christine, trying-and failing-to remain optimistic.
“Neither were we, but here we are.” Nyota pointed out, shifting position from drawn up knees to crossed legs. “And I agree with Gaila, this is ridiculous. We need to get out, meet up with the captain and Dr. McCoy and give them hell for taking so long.”
“I like that idea.” Gaila declared, tossing her head. “It’s been way too long. I swear, the second I see Jim I don’t care what he’s been sleeping with or what diseases he picked up, I’m chaining him up and fucking him right here!” Gaila smacked the wall in frustration, face pulled into an angry pout.
“That might be counterproductive to getting out of here,” said Nyota dryly. “Besides, I really don’t think our guard is interested in voyeurism.”
Gaila rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah…yeah? Really?”
“Yes, Gaila.”
“The guy with the strong trunk and the big hands?”
“The very one.”
“…Huh.”
Both nurse and communications officer looked up at the suddenly thoughtful Gaila, who had a faraway look in her eyes.
“…what are you thinking?” From the sound of her voice, Christine guessed that Nyota knew what that look in the Orion girl’s eyes meant, and that it was definitely something to be wary of.
“I think…I want to have sex with our guard,” said Gaila decisively, curls bobbing as she gave a small nod, starting to grin. “Yeah. I’m going to seduce him, and when I’m done, you two-” she pointed first at Nyota, then at Christine, “-are going to knock him out-” she gave an impression of swinging a club, “-get these chains off, get back our equipment, and then we’re going to get the hell out of here and get in contact with the Enterprise. How does that sound?”
The other two women just stared at her.
“But isn’t that…” Christine began to speak, but abruptly stopped, embarrassed.
“What?” Gaila prodded. “You can ask. I won’t bite. Unless you want me to, but that’s a whole other issue.”
“…isn’t that a little extreme?” mumbled Christine, blushing.
“That’s all? Nah, what’s so extreme about wanting sex?” said Gaila, without hard feeling. “As far as I’m concerned, this is an easy way to burn off some frustration, not whoring myself to get freedom, so why would I feel ashamed? Two birds with one stone, to use the human term.” She clapped the blonde woman on the shoulder in friendly camaraderie. “See my point?”
Christine hesitated, but gave a small smile. “Yes, I do.”
Gaila’s grin broadened. “Excellent.” She looked across the room at Nyota, who had shaken off any surprise she might have felt and was instead testing the strength of the chain that kept her stuck to the wall with single-minded determination. “Anything to add, Nyota?”
Nyota looked up. “We could strangle him with these chains; it wouldn’t be too hard. But it’s definitely a two-person effort. What do you think, Christine?”
“As long as we don’t actually kill anyone, I’m perfectly fine with it.” Christine sat back on her heels, smoothing down her skirt before testing her own chain for weak links.
“Excellent. When I give the signal, you attack.” Gaila perked up, smiling in anticipation. “Here he comes. Wow, he’s giving off pheromones in waves…”
Working zippers and buttons faster than Christine thought was strictly possible; Gaila stripped off her uniform and tossed it to the shocked nurse. She sat up straight, all come-hither eyes, chest thrust out and legs showed off to their best advantage.
The guard entered the room, and any surprise he had at Gaila’s state of undress was quickly replaced by a hideous leer, his elephantine trunk rising and waving in her direction. Gaila beckoned at him, and with little other persuasion, the guard was opening the cell door.
“You might want to get over here.” said Nyota in an undertone to Christine, patting a space besides her. Knowing better than to ask, Christine took the suggestion and crouched down besides the communications officer, well away from the couple. Together, they waited for the signal to act, though Christine wasn’t wholly sure exactly what signal they were looking for.
More importantly, any resolve to keep a close watch quickly degenerated into stray thoughts of is that’s possible? and ow OW! That’s going to need something.
“Are you sure that’s safe?” she whispered in horror, feeling her suburban sensibilities slowly crushed beneath the crude, brutal-looking foreplay taking place right in front of her eyes.
“I doubt it. But believe me, after some of the things and people I’ve seen her do, this is relatively tame,” said Nyota, pointedly ignoring the groans and movement on the other side of the cell with the ease of long practice. “Once you see anything involving someone with tentacles, you don’t get traumatized that easily.”
Christine glanced at Nyota sympathetically. “I know you were roommates at the Academy. That can’t have been easy.”
Nyota shrugged. “I wasn’t exactly model roommate material either. We got on each other’s nerves a lot, but once we established a few ground rules, we had a lot of fun.”
Christine nodded. “It was the same with my roommate. She was in Science, and loved to experiment. She would help me sometimes with my coursework, and I’d patch her up when things went awry. I still remember having to treat her after she had a reaction to one of the chemicals she had been using. She had this very nasty rash all over, and she was Andorian, so it was this shade of puce that looked awful. Not strictly dangerous, however.”
Nyota winced at the image, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. “Gaila’s never gotten sick. Other than some nausea from her suppressants, she’s pretty healthy. So am I, but I did get sick a couple of times, and she was really nice about it. Chicken soup, didn’t bring anyone into our rooms, stayed quiet. Even offered comfort sex, which apparently means that you consider someone a really good friend on Orion, so it wasn’t so much creepy as it was flattering. Though why you would want to have sex with someone who’s sick in the first place is a good question.”
A particularly loud groan interrupted their conversation, as well as what sounded like a trumpet. Nyota winced, but stood, clutching her chain. “She’s done, so I’m guessing that’s our signal. Ready?”
Christine opened her mouth to ask why Nyota knew that was the signal, and then shut it, deciding that was knowledge best kept unlearned.
“As I’ll ever be.” Sighing, Christine rose to her feet. “I think I’m beginning to understand why Dr. McCoy always takes out the good bourbon after incidents like this. It’s a bit too much for anyone in their right mind to bear while sober.”
“Tell me about it.” agreed Nyota, looping the chain around the unsuspecting guard’s neck and drawing it tight. Gaila deftly wiggled out of the way, the keys clutched tightly in her fist. “Mind if I join you?”
“Please do.”