Captives

Captives

Chapter 4
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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"You liked that, didn't you?" said Archer, smiling as he walked with Sarah towards his quarters. He leaned in close and whispered, "You want to fuck him. I can tell. And I want to watch you fuck him."

Sarah clenched her teeth in heated anger. She couldn't imagine being forced on her Captain like that. She looked into Archer's eyes, staring straight into their depths. The lack of compassion in them frightened her. "Please don't do this," she pleaded. "I'll do anything. I'll stay here with you, I promise. Just please, let Captain Archer go. Don't bring him into this."

Archer raised an eyebrow and laughed as they arrived at his quarters. He shoved her inside and locked the door. "He's already involved, hon," he said, approaching Sarah. "And you're staying here with me anyways, so shoushould I give a second thought to your beggings? Which, by the way, are getting very annoying." He glared at her, silencing her with his stare.

She quietly berated herself for pushing his limits. Standing in the centre of the room, she wrapped her arms around herself, wondering just what he was going to do to her. She prayed that he wouldn't involve Jonathan.

Archer poured himself some iced tea and read over a padd, seemingly oblivious to Sarah's tension. She saddened as she watched him drink, knowing that iced tea was Jonathan's favourite. She wondered if that wasn't the only thing they had in common.

Archer threw the padd down and grumbled under his breath. He finished the drink and set down the glass. Without saying anything, he left his quarters, locking them behind him.

Sarah collapsed on the floor, relieved that he was gone. She began to cry, not holding anythiack.ack. She didn't know when she'd get the chance to be alone again, so she reveled in the peace. She knew he wouldn't stay away for long.

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Sarah awoke to the sound of voices outside the door. She had fallen asleep on the floor. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she hazily got up. She listened as twople ple argued outside Archer's quarters.

She stepped forward, hoping to God it wasn't Archer and her Captain. She leaned at the door, listening. The sounds of a very mad Captain Archer made her choke in fear. When she realized that it was her Captain talking to the other one, she winced in pain.

She turned around, wanting to run and hide from what she knew would be forced on her. Knowing that her actions would only serve to make Archer angry, she ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. She locked it, crying as she did so. As much as she realized she should, she couldn't stop herself from hiding.

She slid down the wall as she heard them enter the quarters. She could hear Archer yelling for her. Tears streamed down her face. There was no escape from this room. Sooner or later he would manage to get her out, and he would hurt her for disobeying him. Her stomach tensed when she thought about his beatings. Sooner or later, he would kill her, either by accident or on purpose.

She heard Archer stomp over to the bathroom door. She whimpered as he slammed on the door and tried to force it open. "Get out of there, you little bitch. I have someone here who wants to have a go at you."

When she didn't answer, he got even madder. "If I have to force my way in there, I'm going to be very upset," he said, trying to draw her out. He heard her begin to cry. "You stupid fuckin' whore, get your fucking ass out here now!"

In between her sobs, she heard Jonathan say something to Archer. Everything was quiet for a few moments, then he started hitting the door again. "Sarah, do you want to be responsible for your Captain's death?" She clenched her nails into her knees, trying to draw her anger though her fingers. "If you don't get out here, I'm going to blow a hole in his head. Now open this fucking door!"

The fear in her sent her to her feet and to the door. Her hands shook as she unlocked the door. No matter how much she feared what would happen to her, she couldn't let her Captain die.

Stepping away from the door, she wrapped her arms around herself, waiting for Archer to come into the room. The seconds passed painfully slow as he slowly pushed open the door.

His face was dark, full of shadows, as he stepped into the bathroom. He looked at her, pure anger in his eyes. She watched him, waiting for him to hit her.

She wasn't disappointed. He didn't say anything before smacking her across the face. She barely registered some yelling as she feel to the floor, cowering in fear. He kicked her in the stomach, and she collapsed, trying hard to breathe.

She was too dizzy to feel the pain of Archer dragging her out of the bathroom by her hair. As he threw her to the floor, she saw Jonathan handcuffed to a table on the other side of the room. He was on his feet, jerking at the chains, but unable to get free. He was saying something, but the buzz in Sarah's ears was too loud to hear over.

Sarah caught her breath and struggled to stand. Archer did nothing more than kick her feet out from under her.

"If you think I'm gonna let you get off easy for that stunt you pulled, you better think again," he growled, pulling her up by her arm. He punched her across the face and she landed on the bed. Blood trickled into her mouth.

She laid there, tears streaming from her eyes. "Get the fuck away from her," she heard Jonathan yell, but it did no good. Archer grabbed her ankle and began to pull. Sarah instinctively kicked him away and backed up on the bed, bracing herself against the head board.

Archer got up on the bed and pulled her off, slapping her across the face. His grip bruised her arms. He pushed her face down on the bed and held her there, and quickly undid her pants. Sarah struggled against his hold, but couldn't move. She could barely breathe.

The sound of his zipper caused her to wince, and she groaned as he forced himself inside of her. He began thrusting hard, intent on hurting her. Sarah only cried into the blanket, not daring to say anything or make eye contact with Jonathan.

Jonathan sat on the ground, feeling too defeated to move. He watched in agony as Archer beat her and fucked her. He wasn't sure if he was strong enough to live through this.

A few tears fell from his eyes as he tried his best to look away from what was happening. He heard her whimper and cry from the pain he was causing. Seeing them, it seemed like he was watching himself do that to her. As horrible as it was, he couldn't stop his breath from catching in his throat each time she moaned. He wasn't sure if she was hurting or fighting pleasure, but the sounds she made hit that spot deep within his mind that wanted to be the one causing her to make those noises.

He turned his head in disgust, and waited for the ordeal to end.

Archer gripped Sarah's hips and thrust as hard as he could, reaching his climax and expelling into her. He shoved her body down on the bed and did up his pants, obviously feeling more calm.

"I'll let you rest up for a few minutes before I let your Captain fuck you," he said, looking at Jonathan. "Neither of you move. I'll be right back."

He left his bedroom, leaving Sarah and Jonathan alone.

Jonathan watched as Sarah curled into the fetal position and wrapped herself up in the blankets. Her breathing was heavy and laboured, and tears still fell from her eyes. "S "Sarah," whispered Jonathan, "Are you alright?" When she didn't answer, he began to really worry. "Please, I need you to talk to me," he said, pain evident in his voice.

"I'll be okay," she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed. She didn't want to be near the Captain right now, so she was concentrating on believing she was alone. It wasn't working, though.

He wanted to help her, wanted her to help him, but he was too scared to talk to her. She was obviously hurting, and his presence was definitely not helping.

Jonathan fiddled with the cuffs that bound him to the table, knowing that it wouldn't really do him any good. But he needed a diversion. The tense silence was almost too much to handle.

He stopped quickly when he heard Archer moving around in the next room. Sarah obviously heard him, too, because her breathing became sharper and faster. Jonathan looked at her, knowing he might not be able to stop what Archer wanted him to do. "I'm so sorry, Sarah," he said, tears brimming his eyes.

Sarah turned and buried her face in the pillow, and began crying at the thoughts that invaded her mind. She didn't know if she could survive through this. She didn't know if she wanted to.

Archer came into the room and frowned at Sarah. "Uncover yourself," he said, pulling out a phaser and moving to Jonathan. "We're going to have some fun."

He kneeled down to Jonathan's level and glared at him. "I have a security detail outside of these quarters, and a coded forcefield around the main door. Without my code, you won't get out of this room. And even if you do, security has orders to shoot her dead," he said, nodding towards Sarah. "You better not try anything if you want her to survive. Understand?"

Jonathan clenched his jaw and nodded, fighting the urge to tell him to fuck off. He had to force himself to go along with this - he couldn't put Sarah's life at risk.

Archer undid the cuffs and stepped back, settling down in a chair. He held the phaser in his hand and pointed it straight at Jonathan. "Fuck her," he said, smiling.

Jonathan walked up to where Sarah was. He kneeled down in front of her. "Sarah," he whispered, "Please look at me."

Sarah turned only because she knew of them thm that would come to her if she didn't cooperate. Jonathan's eyes were so sad, it made her want to cry even more.

He touched her cheek and pushed back her hair. "I'm so sorry about this," he said, shaking his head slowly.

"I know," she whispered, her body shivering from his touch. When she looked at him, she kept picturing Archer, raping her slowly. How would this be any different?

"If you two don't stop talking and start fucking, I'm going to blow some brains out," said Archer conversationally from the other side of the room. Sarah winced at his words.

Jonathan looked at her as he got up. "I'm sorry," he said again, moving to sit beside her. Sarah sat up, pain shrieking through her body. She moved over as he sat beside her. "What should I do?" he asked, not knowing how to proceed. He was going to rape her. His stomach twisted in knots as he thought about it.

Sarah couldn't take it. "I can't do this," she whimpered, pushing herself off the bed. She stood there, looking at Archer. "I'm sorry, I can't," she said, shaking her head. She pleaded with him not to hurt her.

Archer was not amused. He got up from his chair and stalked over to Sarah. She cowered, but he hit her anyways, sending her to the floor.

Jonathan lunged for Archer, but he turned quickly and shot him with the phaser. He fell back against the bed, groaning in pain.

He yanked Sarah up and forced her to look at Jonathan. "Listen to me, you little bitch. If you don't do as I say, I'm going to kill him. Are you understanding me?"

Sarah looked at Jonathan and immediately felt shame for causing Archer's reaction. She nodded slowly and he pushed her onto the bed. "Now fuck him, before I really get mad."

She didn't want Jonathan to hurt anymore. She didn't want anyone else to experience the pain wen went through. She moved beside him, and began to undo his pants. He was still hazy from the phaser stun, but tried to move her hands away, anyways. "Shhh, it's okay," she said, pushing his hands to his sides.

He could barely move, but he felt her fumbling with his clothes. His mind reeled, telling him to make her stop. He didn't have any control - he didn't want her to see him become aroused. He didn't want to admit to himself that he was becoming aroused.

He pulled his hands up and held them on his face. His head swayed with dizziness, from being shot and from having Sarah's hands on his body. He felt her pull him from his pants, and he moaned, ashamed of what was happening.

Sarah pulled the blanket from around her, took a deep breath, and straddled Jonathan. She pushed down until he was inside her, and began to rock slowly. She couldn't help but gaze up at Archer who was leaning against the wall, watching.

He noticed her glance immediately. "That's a good little whore," he whispered, and she looked away. "Fuck him good, baby, and maybe I'll go easy on you later."

Tears formed in her eyes, and she closed them, trying to block out both Archer and Jonathan. Wanting to end it as quick as possible, she rocked herself over her Captain, whimpering as he groaned underneath her.

Jonathan was too weak to fight off the increasing pleasure he was feeling. He moved his hands, instinctively drawing them to Sarah's thighs. She shuddered as he held on, but he didn't move. He opened his eyes, and found himself enraptured by Sarah rocking above him. Quickly closing his eyes again, he berated himself for feeling anything good at a time like this.

Sarah moved faster, spurred on by Jonathan's unconscious rubbing of her legs. She hated feeling any pleasure, so she quickened her movements, wanting it to end as soon as possible.

Jonathan's hands tensed and he groaned, and Sarah knew he had released into her. She stopped moving and got up off of him, wrapping the blanket around her body and lying on the bed, facing away from her Captain.

Archer leaned down and brushed Sarah's hair from her face. "Not bad," he said, smiling, "You've made me happy. Aren't you pleased?"

She nodded her head, too tired to fight back. She listened as Archer moved to the other side of the bed and dragged Jonathan off, cuffing him to the table again.

She felt the bed move as Archer got on it. He leaned over her, his mouth close to her ear. "It turned me on to watch you fuck him," he said, his hot breath on her face. "You were fuckin' beautiful." He reached around with his hand and pulled her so she was on her back. Gripping her face, he kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

Sarah whimpered at the invasion. When he pulled away, she looked at him with desperation. "Please don't rape me," she said, "I'm so tired. I'm too tired." She became dizzy as she breathed, her eyes filling with tears again.

Archer jerked the covers away from her body, and she clenched her eyes shut. "You did good, baby, so I'm going to let you get away with that begging. But I'm going to fuck you. All you got to do is lie there," he said, gripping her breast and kneading it strongly.

She couldn't do anything but lie there. She had no energy left, no motivation to even move. She acutely felt his hand travel down her body. He forcefully pushed his finger into her, thrusting and massaging as he watched her face. "You still haven't come," he said, feeling her tense as he moved his fingers. He kissed her lips softly and whispered, "I'll fix that."

Sarah swallowed, knowing he wouldn't stop until she felt pleasure. She began to cry, feeling so worn and so used. Right now, she would have rather felt the pain of a beating than the pleasure of a rape.

He removed his hand from her and began to undo his pants. He pulled them off, and she opened her eyes to see him moving on top of her.

"Open your legs," he growled, gripping her thigh. She complied, looking off to the side, not wanting to watch him take pleasure from her.

He pushed himself inside her body and began thrusting slowly. He groaned in pleasure and leaned down to suck on her shoulder.

Sarah whimpered each time he moved, her body still sensitive from Jonathan. She thought about Jonathan, and wondered if he was watching them. She made sure not to look in his direction.

"Look at me when I fuck you," hissed Archer. Sarah slowly turned to face him, and he thrust faster at that, spurred on by her obedience.

She closed her eyes, unable to keep herself from feeling something other than pain. She hated herself for the pleasure she was feeling, hated her body. He thrust wildly into her, knowing she was close.

"That's it, baby," he growled, smiling as she moaned in response. "I know you want it."

She trembled as she lost control, tears sliding down her cheeks. Archer gripped her hip hard as he felt her tense. "Good whore," he mumbled, losing control himself and groaning his release. He collapsed on top of her, all of his strength lost.

Sighing, he rolled off of her and got dressed. "I'll be back soon," he growled, glaring at Sarah. "Don't fucking move."

She listened as he left his quarters. The next thing she heard was the soft pitter-patter of feet heading towards the bedroom.

She looked up as Porthos came through the door. He ignored her completely, walking around the bed. She sighed and laid her head down again, hoping to fall asleep. She knew Jonathan was stin thn the room with her, but couldn't bear to face him right now.

She was nearly asleep when she heard the dog growling. She held her eyes open, waiting to hear what happened next. She jerked up when Jonathan started yelling.

"Porthos, no!" he yelled, kicking at the dog. Sarah moved at the noise and saw the beagle trying to bite Jonathan.

She stood up, wincing in pain, and grabbed Porthos by the scruff of the neck. She threw him out of the bedroom and closed the door.

She swallowed, not wanting to turn back to look at Jonathan. She had reacted out of fear for his safety, but was still too ashamed to look him in the eye.

"Thanks," said Archer, touching his leg. Porthos had bitten him, but not too badly.

Sarah turned and sat back down on the bed. "Are you hurt?" she asked.

He shook his head. "I'm fine," he said, gazing up at her. She looked so frail. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms till she gained her strength back.

Sarah reluctantly met her Captain's eyes. They were full of worry and sadness, and just seeing that made her want to cry again. She couldn't though - she didn't even have the energy to cry.

Jonathan couldn't bring himself to say anything about what had happened. "We have to get out of here," he said, looking around for a possible weapon.

Sarah remained quiet. "We're going to be here forever," she whispered finally, holding herself in her arms.

The Captain looked up to her. She was staring at the floor, obviously exhausted. "We're going to find a way out, Sarah. I promise you that," he said, needing her to be strong. If she wasn't strong, he wasn't sure he could be, either.

"What if we don't?" she said, looking at him. Her eyes were hard.

He was adament. "We will," he said, jerking on the cuffs holding him to the table. "We have to."

Sarah forced herself to get up and walk over to her Captain. She kneeled down, holding the blanket against her body. She fingered the cuffs, looking for a way to help him get loose.

Jonathan stopped moving when she came over. She stared at her, her bruised face, and wanted to reach out and touch her. He swallowed hard, wanting to speak to, bu, but she didn't even make eye contact with him.

"I can't get these off," she said softly, standing up and walking back to the bed. She sat down and sighed, not really feeling like looking for a way out.

"Enterprise will find us," said Jonathan, almost to himself. He felt vaguely like giving up, too.

Sarah licked her lips and looked at the Captain. He was so intent on finding a way out. She got up, grabbed some of Archer's clothes, and went into the bathroom. She emerged a few seconds later in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.

Jonathan watched as she started looking around the room, searching through drawers and on counters. He smiled to himself, relieved to see her up and moving. He was afraid she would just allow herself to submit to a life here.

Neither of them noticed the noise coming from the next room until it was too late. The bedroom door swooshed open and Archer stepped through. Sarah froze, her eyes wide, as she backed away from the cabinet she was looking through.

"I'm sorry," she said, raising her hands as he stepped forward. He didn't listen to her, only hit her across the face hard enough to send her flying into the wall.

"Leave her alone, you fucking bastard!" yelled Jonathan, pulling at the cuffs. He tried getting Archer's attention, but it was no use.

"I think you want me to fucking kill you, don't you, bitch?" he growled, pulling her up and hitting her again. She fell to the floor and backed into the wall, cing ing her face.

"How about I kill your Captain instead?" he said, smiling, as he pulled out his phaser. Sarah looked up, horrified.

"No!" she yelled as Archer pointed the phaser. She tried getting up, but he kicked her in the stomach before she could.

Archer grinned. "Goodbye, Captain," he said, pressing the trigger.

A beam of pure energy left the weapon. Jonathan winced, expecting death. What he felt was the familiar tingle of a transporter beam.

He inhaled sharply as he materialized on a transporter platform. He regained his senses quickly, and immediately scootedr tor to where Sarah laid, struggling to breathe.

He hovered over her, afraid to touch her. Commander Tucker and Phlox ran over to them. "Are you alright, Captain?" asked Trip as the Doctor ran scans of Ensign Miller.

Jonathan stared at Sarah as Phlox administered some medication. He inhaled softly. "I'm fine," he whispered, not looking at the Commander. In truth, he felt like dying.

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TBC