Captives

Captives

Chapter 2
Author: Frosty the Cockatoo
Contact: elvendemagogue@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Codes: Archer, Tucker, Reed, T'Pol, OC, AU, N/C, Darkfic
Summary: Enterprise meets its evil twin.
WARNING: Excessively violent.
Author's Notes: This fic was written a couple of years ago, and may not be up to par with the newer of our OC stories.
Disclaimer: I no own Enty-prize.

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Archer pulled Sarah silently down the hall. She shuffled beside him, knowing what was coming yet still hoping she could talk some sense into him.

"You don't have to do this," she said, worried about his response.

He stopped at a door and appeared reflective. He turned his face to hers and smiled. "I know. But I want to." He stabbed the entry switnd pnd pushed her inside the room.

Sarah rubbed her arm and swallowed her defeat. Obviously talking to him wasn't going to do any good. "Welcome to my quarters, Ensign," he said, locking the door. "Get used to the place. You're going to be here often."

She crossed the room, determined to stay as far away from him as possible. He looked at her and crossed his arms. "You're a mess," he said, displeased. "I want you to get cleaned up. The shower is that way." He pointed to the bedroom.

Sarah watched as he dropped into a chair and began reading a PADD. She had no idea what to do. Having a shower wasn't exactly the first thing on her mind right now. She stood there, looking at him, looking around, until he lowered the PADD and frowned at her. "Is there a problem?"

She clenched her jaw. "No," she whispered, turning quietly and heading into the bedroom.

She locked the door to the bathroom and got into the shower quickly, not knowing how much time she'd have before he came looking for her.

She wasn't in the shower five minutes when she heard the door to the bathroom open. Sarah froze, expecting Archer to force himself into the shower with her. She exhaled in relief when he took something from the room and left again.

She finished washing and stepped out of the shower. Reaching for a towel, she was surprised to find them missing.

Sarah immediately tensed up. She looked to the corner w she she had thrown her uniform. It was gone, too.

She sighed and leaned against the wall, hating herself for not realizing he might do something like this. She had nothing to cover herself with. Exhaling and gathering her courage, she opened the door a crack.

She peered out and saw Archer sitting in a chair, staring at her. He grinned and held up her uniform. "Looking for this?"

Sarah shuddered as the cool air hit her skin. "Can I please have that?" she asked, realizing that it was most likely a waste of her time trying to talk to him.

"Sure you can have it," he said, tossing it down at his feet. "Come and get it."

Sarah swallowed and closed the door again. There was no way she was going out there.

She was expecting Archer to come banging at the door, but the next thing she heard was someone from the Bridge calling him. There was some conversing, but Sarah couldn't tell what was being said. The last thing she heard, though, was Archer yelling and then slamming his fist against the wall to turn off the comm. She closed her eyes tightly, hoping to God he wouldn't take his anger out on her.

There were a few moments of silence before Archer pounded on the bathroom door. Sarah jumped and moved to the otherside of the room. "Sarah!" he yelled, kicking the door, "Get out here now!"

She was too afraid to move, so she stood there, tears forming in her eyes. There were a few quiet seconds before Archer hit the door again. "If I have to come in there to get you, I'm going to fucking kill you!"

Sarah buried her head in her hands and slid to the floor, crying. Every instinct in her body told her to get up and open the damn door, but she just couldn't move. She sobbed as she waited for Archer to force his way into the room.

The Captain kicked the door again and began stabbing a code into the lock. "Goddam bitch," he growled, opening the door and stalking towards Sarah. She cowered in fear as he approached.

"I'll teach you to fuckin' do as I say," he said, grabbing Sarah's hair and pulling her across the floor and out of the bathroom. Sarah swatted at his hands and cried out in pain, but that only made him tighten his grip.

He dragged her across the carpet and then yanked her up on the bed. He let her go and she backed up on the bed, trying to get away from him.

He frowned and grabbed her ankles. "Are you looking for a beating?" he asked quietly. Sarah stopped struggling when he pulled her closer to him.

"Please don't hurt me," she whispered, feeling like she was pleading for her life.

Archer looked into her red, tear-stained eyes. "You beg only when I tell you to beg!" he said, and surprised her by hitting her across the face.

Sarah fell to the side. She whimpered and pressed her palm to her cheek, feeling the heat. Archer let go of her ankles and stood up tall. "Get up," he said.

She slowly tried climbing to her feet, but was obviously too slow for Archer. He grabbed her arm and yanked her up, pulling her close to him. "You better start learning to obey orders," he growled. He pushed her back down on the bed and started to undress himself.

Sarah curled up and cried while Archer removed his clothes. She knew there wasn't anything she could do to stop what was going to happen. The waiting was making her sick.

The next thing she knew, Archer was lying on the bed beside her. She kept her back to him, but could feel his warmth. He ran his hand along her body, outlining her form with his hot fingers.

"We're gonna try something different today," he whispered, brushing her hair away from her neck. He kissed her there, sucking gently on the flesh. Sarah grasped the bedsheets tightly in her hands.

"Roll over," he mumbled, leaning on the headboard. Sarah took a shuddering breath and slowly turned to face him. She kept her eyes down, concentrating on the pillows around his body.

"You do this right, and maybe I won't have to hurt you again for a while," he said, glowering at her. Sarah swallowed and licked her lips, allowing her eyes to rise and meet his. There was definite anger in his eyes, and Sarah tensed, wondering what he wanted her to do.

Archer jutted his chin, motioning for Sarah to move down his body. She clenched her eyes shut when she realized what he wanted her to do.

"Make it good, Ensign," he said, allowing a smile to cross his lips.

"Please don't make me do this," she whispered, looking into his eyes.

Archer smiled sympathetically and ran his hand up her face and into her hair. "Beautiful Sarah," he said, rubbing gently and then quickly tangling his hand and grasping firmly, "You're going to get mouth fucked, and you're going to like it!"

Sarah winced as Archer sat up and pulled her forward by her hair. "Don't hold back now, hon," he said, pushing her down.

She felt his nails digging into her head, and forced herself to realize that she was going to have to do this.

She closed her eyes and lowered her lips over his member, touching her tongue to the flesh. Archer groaned and softened his grip slightly. He bego moo move her head around, up and down, back and forth.

His salty taste invaded her senses and made her mind reel. hifthifted underneath her, sending her mouth further down. She swirled her tongue around softly, trying to make sure he was satisfied with the least amount of sucking possible. Sarah kept her eyes closed, not wanting to really see what she was doing.

The hand in her hair tensed and she realized that he was nearing his climax. She wanted to get it over with quickly, but Archer surpr her her by pulling her head up.

He pulled her forward, his eyes hazy with lust. Pulling her towards him, he forcefully pushed his lips onto hers, kissing her deeply.

While he kissed her, he took her hand and placed it on his penis, helping her jerk him off. His hand gripped hers firmly, pulling it up and down. Sarah moaned involuntarily at his insistent, rough kisses.

"God," he groaned, feeling the height of his ecstasy approaching fast. "Faster, baby," he whispered, closing his eyes and leaning his head back.

Sarah couldn't help but watch him as he climaxed. His face showed only raw feeling, a burning lust and full gratification. He tensed under her, and then he stopped the movement of his hand over hers. Sarah pulled her hand off his member quickly, relieved that the ordeal was overwith.

Archer let her go and she rolled off to the side and laid down, still treng fng from the act she just performed.

Sarah winced as Archer mumbled something in approval. His voice sent chills down her spine. She held herself, praying that this whole thing would end soon. That she and Malcolm would bscuescued and taken home.

"Shit," growled the Captain. He got up from the bed and began dressing. "You're late for work. Get up," he said, tossing her uniform at her.

Sarah didn't want to move, but she forced herself to. She slowly got dressed as Archer watched her, his eyes burning into her. Tears drippewn hwn her cheek as she thought about ha to to explain to Malcolm what had happened.

*

"You'll feel better if you talk about it," said Lieutenant Reed, lowering his head so he could look her in the eye.

They were working in Sickbay, doing cadet-level experiments for Dr. Phlox. The only supervision they had were the three security guards in the corner of the room.

"I can't," whispered Sarah, working intently at her console.

Malcolm licked his lips and sighed. "I'm going to kill that bastard," he mumbled, slamming a PADD onto the table.

Sarah whipped her head up to look at the guards, but they didn't seem to notice. "I just want us to get out of here alive, Malcolm," she said, finally looking him in the eye.

Reed's eyes softened, and he touched her shoulder. "I wish to hell there was something I could do," he said.

Sarah wished there was, too, but she just smiled and patted his hand. There wasn't anything that she could say that would make anything any better.

The doors to Sickbay swooshed open, and Sarah turned to see Commander Tucker striding towards . He. He didn't look happy.

"You're coming with me," he said, frowning.

Sarah blinked. "Where are you taking her?" asked Malcolm, sufficiently unimpressed.

"Not that it's any of your fuckin' business, but the Cap'n wants to see her," he said, hands on his hips.

Malcolm's expression became angry. "She's not going to see that son of a bitch."

Tucker raised his eyebrows. "I don't see how you have any say in it, Reed," he hissed, grabbing Sarah's arm and pulling her along. Malcolm went to grab for her, but the security guards immediately pointed their phasers at him.

He watched her leave and sighed, frustrated and worried. He wanted nothing more than to kill every evil person on this ship, but restrained him for for Sarah's sake. The last thing she needed was to be alone in a place like this.

*

Commander Tucker led her in silence to the Cap's 's ready room on the Bridge. No one gave her a second glance as they entered the room.

Captain Archer sat in his chair, grinning, as Tucker delivered Sarah.

"Thanks, Trip," he said, sitting up. "You can go now."

The Commander clenched his jaw in irritation and stomped out of the room. Sarah suddenly became very nervous, knowing that Archer had sex on the brain again.

"I've been thinking about you," said the Captain, getting up from his chair. "We r rer really finished what we started in my quarters."

"What do you mean?" she asked quietly.

Archer smiled and walked around the desk. He brushed Sarah's hair back from her face. "Well, you may have sucked me off, Ensign, but we both know that's not real sex."

Sarah swallowed and shivered at his touch. It was gentle...so far.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, trembling in fear and anger. "Why can't you just stop this?"

He shook his head slowly and grippped her shoulder. "When are you going to realize that talking back will only make things more difficult for you?" he said, frowning.

"Please just let me go home," she whispered, turning her burning eyes to face his.

"Poor, delicate Sarah," he said, looking over her face. He leaned in close. "You are never going home."

Sarah stiffened and turned away from him, anger flaring inside of her. Shdn'dn't know what to do. She wanted to lash out, to yell and scream and hit. But she feared him, feared his response.

She grit her teeth and heaved out a breath. "You can't keep us here," she hissed.

"Of course I can," said Archer, matter-of-factly. "Well, at least you're staying here. I think I'm going to have to get rid of that friend of yours."

"What do you mean?" she asked, turning around.

"You know what I mean," he said, winking. "Now, enough with the chit-chat. Take off your uniform."

He walked to the couch and sat down, obviously expecting some sort of show. The anger and humiliation in her kept growing. She clenched her fists at her sides, struggling to keep calm.

"Hurry up, Ensign. I have work to do."

Tears began to stream from Sarah's eyes. She couldn't help the words that left her mouth. "You fuc bas bastard," she growled, immediately relieved and frightened after she said it.

Archer looked down at his feet, then to the side, then sighed and got up from the couch. He calmly walked up to Sarad lod looked her in the face. She barely registered the movement as er ser swiftly punched her across the face, sending her falling to the floor.

Sarah backed up against the wall, holding her face. Blood slowly trickled from her lip. She looked up at Archer, watching him as he came closer to her. She had never before seen him look so violent.

He grabbed her arm and yanked her up the wall, slapping her again. He held her steady, not allowing the force to make her fall.

"No," she whispered, holding her hands up to stop him. She cowered in fear, pain spreading through her body.

"I'm going to teach you some respect, bitch," he said in low tones, moving his hand from her arm to her throat. He held her tightnd snd she pulled for air, wrapping her hands around his wrist.

"I'll fucking kill you before I let you go, do you understand me?" he growled, punching her in the gut. He let go of her neck and allowed her to keel over and fall, grasping her abdomen. He watched, face expressionless, as she struggled to gain her breath.

"Get up," he said. Sarah wheezed, trying to push herself to her feet, but was too weak to do so. He pulled her up again, straining the muscles in her arm.

"Fucking whore," he mumbled as he ripped the clothes from her body. "I'll show you what happens when you don't obey me!"

Sarah stood as best she could, still reeling from the physical abuse. She could feel the cold air hitting her body as Archer undressed her. His hands were rough over her skin, scraping and burning as he pulled the layers off of her and threw them to the floor.

He turned her and pushed her hard, down over the rim of the couch. She landed hard, and had the wind knocked out of her again. The sound of Archer's zipper was quiet compared to buzzbuzzing in her head. She felt him as he pushed her legs apart and entered her, but couldn't feel anything but a burn. The pain in her body was excrutiating.

"Fuck yeah," he said, gripping her hips and pulling her towards him as he thrust. Sarah struggled to hold herself up from the couch, the rim bruising her abdomen. She cried quietly, all her strength seeping from her body.

"You're going to learn to like it," he growled, shoving into her as hard as he could. Sarah whimpered in response, and that spurred him on. "Yeah, baby, I hear ya. I know you want it."

Each time she whimpered or cried, he thrust harder and faster. His fingers around her hips dug in sharply, bruising the soft skin. He pulled her up, over and over again, manipulating her body like she was a doll.

As he became more tense with pleasure, his movements quickened. He groaned and leaned over her, pulling her forcefully into his hips. Sarah's breath caught each time he forced his body forward, and soon she felt him ejaculate into her.

He moaned in release and stopped thrusting. Letting go of her, he pulled himself from her body and did up his zipper quickly. Sarah collapsed on the couch, exhausted from the beating and the sex.

"Are you going to listen to me next time?" asked Archer, staring at her tear-streamed face.

Sarah closed her eyes, her head spinning. She didn't have the strength to do anything except whisper a faint reply. "Yes," she said, pulling her arms and legs into her body.

She couldn't tell if he said anything after that. Too exhausted to think, she quickly fell into a deep, restless sleep.

*

Sarah woke up the next morning in her own quarters. She couldn't remember getting there, but moving quickly brought back memories of what had happened the evening before. Every muscle in her body screamed in pain.

She had a relaxing shower and got dressed. Sitting on the sofa in the main room, she waited in apprehensive silence for the inevitable arrival of the security team.

It wasn't long before they came to get her, and took her to the Mess Hall. She was relieved to see Malcolm sitting at a table, not looking any worse for wear.

Reed shook his head as she sat down. He tried touching her bruised face, but she shied away. "Sorry," he whispered, setting his hand down. "How are you feeling?"

Sarah laughed. "I'm great. You?"

Malcolm smiled as Sarah winked. She took a long drink of water and looked at her food, not really hungry.

"How can things be so familiar, yet so different?" said Sarah, almost to herself.

"I don't know," replied Malcolm. "Is this Captain anything like ours?"

"No," she whispered, sighing. "Ithardhard, Malcolm. I mean, in a way, he is our Captain." She looked at him angrily. "It's so fucking hard keeping things straight in my head." She clenched her jaw in frustration.

"You have to remember that our Captain would never do these kinds of things to you. We'll get back to our ship, Sarah, and then everything can get back to normal."

"It'll never be normal," she sighed, rubbing her forehead. "I'm so afraid that I'll never be able to look at him the same way again."

"Captain Archer would never hurt you like this asshole is doing," said Malcolm, trying to comfort her.

Sarah laughed lightly and looked at Reed, tears in her eyes. "You know, I never told anyone, but I actually had a bit of a crush on the Captain. On our Captain." She frowned. "Looks like, in a way, I got my wish."

Malcolm squinted. "Don't be morbid." He sighed and patted her arm. "You can't let what's happening here affect the way you think of Jonathan Archer."

"It's hard not to, Malcolm," she said, wiping the tears from her eyes and taking another drink of water. "I don't think I can eat." She pushed her plate away and sat back.

"Don't you start doing that," he said, forcing her plate back in front of her. "You have to eat. The last thing I need is you giving up."

Sarah rolled her eyes and sighed, staring at the food. "Don't make me order you to eat that shit," grinned Malcolm, trying to lighten the mood.

She smiled and reluctantly took a bite of the food. "It's not very good," she said, swallowing.

"No, it most certainly is not," he replied, looking up at the security officers. "But I don't think they're going to give us anything better."

Malcolm sat up straight as the officers approached their table. "Time to go," one red,red, pointing a phaser at them. Sarah sighed, taking one last bite of food and getting up.

Malcolm stood beside her and gave her a sympathetic smile. "We'll get through this," he said as they were led out the door.

*

TBC