.Carnival Mirrors

"We can stop your hearts," the voice said in her mind. In that moment she realized it was speaking to everyone on the planet. Her entire race was in a conference to decide their future.

Her entire race was scared, she could feel. Terrified but resolute. And she realized that most of the people had already come to the decision.

"We have determined that the Empire must not have us," Voice said. Massira realized it was not one person speaking, but a massive collection of persons, blended into a coherent personality.

"We would hope this was a unanimous decision, but we cannot afford holdouts."

Massira knelt on his thighs and stroked Spock's balls. His breathing became rapid. In her head, she heard sobbing and knew it was Survivor.

Others she knew better from the colony ship crew were sobbing or cheering or screaming profanities at the Empire's crew. She saw looks of shock and surprise as their owners reacted to the defiance.

She felt a countdown begin. There was just enough time.

The Lilliputian grabbed fistfuls of hair and tugged gently. "Oh, that is nice," her owner moaned.

"You like?" she teased.

"It should be self evident from your position," he pointed out. She looked down. Pre-come was dripping out of him and coating his cock.

She tensed, feeling the pulses beneath her, comparing the time in her mind. At the last possible second, she raised her fists, driving them towards each testicle as hard as she could.

Spock grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up and away from him. She dangled over his lap as he spurted. Very hot fluid splashed her lower legs. She kicked and screamed, denied her last chance at vengeance.

"I don't care if you kill yourselves," he said, obviously aware of her people's intent. "But I cannot maintain my reputation among the crew if I have a limp."

Her eyes stared at him in shock. Then the glazed over and rolled back into her head. He lay her body gently down on the covers and stood. Just as he reached the intercom on his desk it squealed for his attention. He opened the channel and interrupted the officer's report.

"XO! The Lilliputians! They've all-

"Bridge, this is the Executive Officer. I am aware of the deaths of our captives, as well as those of every being on the planet below. Secure the pacification, make ready to depart the solar system."

"Yes, Mr. Spock," Chekov replied.

The Vulcan started dressing. He keyed a sequence to call Kirk.

"Captain," he reported, "the Lilliputians have committed a race-wide suicide. Our mission here is at an end."

"Very well, Spock," Kirk replied. "We'll have the Empire send someone to evaluate mining and farming potentials. Let's get along to our next mission. Which is...?"

"The Halkan home world," Spock replied instantly. "We have an appointment with their Council about mining dilithium crystals from their planet."

"Ah, yes," Kirk said. "Well, I leave it all in your very capable hands, Spock."

"Thank you, sir." He finished adjusting his sash to a satisfactory angle then he left his quarters. He never looked back.