'Tis Charity to Show Chapter VIII Part 2

‘Tis Charity to Show

Chapter VIII

Part 2

The landing party was ready to beam up.  Nothing was left to chance.  Their equipment was placed just a few feet away from where the crew positioned themselves for their final exit.  Lieutenant Riley, still unconscious, was already in his place, his stretcher propped upright by a fold-out metal stand under the foot of the gurney.  Standing behind his patient was Dr. Begay, and standing next to him was Scotty.   

The two men turned their attention away from the infirmed navigator when Rand entered the meeting room, looks of concern showing on their faces.  She was like an accident victim learning to walk all over again, her steps tepid, hesitant.  Nurse Rose had both hands placed on Rand’s shoulders to keep her steady as she whispered gentle encouragement to her.

“How is she, Nurse?” asked Spock, who was standing in his beam-up point in front of the others.

“She’ll be OK, Mr. Spock.  I’ve given her a concentrated vitamin shot, so she won’t collapse during beam-up.  She should be able to stand up on her own now.”

Rand didn’t speak.  She didn’t want to, she was so demoralized.  She had allowed that thing out there to get inside her, literally.  It had known how to lure her, to get inside her head, penetrated her flesh.  Allowed was actually too kind a word to use, and she knew it.   Truth of it was, she had blatantly offered herself to the beast, and didn’t care about what the circumstances entailed for her or the rest of the landing party.  If the crew was unable to get off this planet, she’d be the one responsible, and she didn’t think she was being too hard on herself. 

Rand took small, halting steps to her place up front, next to Mr. Spock, with Rose’s hand moving to the small of her back, guiding her.   When Rand got her bearings and was able to situate herself, she turned and nodded to Rose, letting her know she was fine, and so Rose moved to her own spot on Rand’s right hand side. 

“Very well.  Our plan is to beam up to the ship first, and then follow up with the equipment.  If the entity is to make our escape difficult, then we leave the equipment behind.  Is that understood?”

Everyone, except for Rand and Riley, followed with a resounding “Yes, sir!”

Rand could hear the eagerness and anxiety in their voices; high-pitched, rushed.  She could also hear how spent they all were, the thinly-veiled raspy tremor in their exclamations.  She turned to the others behind her, and they looked to her like they should have been laid on slabs, toe-tagged, but somehow managed to stay alive.  Rand knew she looked just as bad, and felt even worse.  She wondered if they were truly ever going to make it back to the Enterprise.

Spock pulled his communicator out of his belt, flipped open its hatch, took a long, deep breath, and then spoke into the receiver.  His brows were knitted, and Rand could tell that underneath his Vulcan exterior, he was anxious himself.   During this time, the landing party was so quiet, so still, that one could hear the sands in the desert wind brush along the compound.

“Spock to Enterprise.  Spock to Enterprise.  Can anyone read this message?”

“Mr. Spock!  Is that you, sir?!”

Rand ‘s heart leapt from her chest.  They were able to make contact!  And the voice that came from the ship was Khobran’s.  She reveled in its deepness, its beauty. 

“It is indeed, Lieutenant.  There is no time for explanations at the present moment.  What is important right now is that there have been no fatalities, and the whole landing party is accounted for and prepared for immediate beam-up.”

“I’ve already pinpointed your coordinates, Mr. Spock!  Please stand by!”

“Mr. Spock!  The light!  It’s returning!  Look!” 

Rand’s heart pounded as she looked in the direction to where Nurse Rose was pointing, to a corner of the meeting room where a pin of amber spark started to grow. 

“Lieutenant…”

“…We are beaming you up now, Mr. Spock!”

For Rand, it was like hearing a melody when the low, scrambling hum of the dematerialization began.

But, then it stopped.

“Oh, God,” she blurted out, holding her face in her hands. 

There was a chorus of outcries from the rest of the crew. 

“We must stay calm!  Stay in your places, please!  Do not panic!”

The whole floor of the meeting room was now submerged in crystal amber beams, bolting and fanning out mechanically, like searchlights.  They fluttered and strobed, and then froze.  Then, suddenly, the light started to rise, like floodwater.  There were more vociferations from everyone, even Spock had a look of wild-eyed panic.   Rand pressed her hands against her mouth and cried when her solid form was deconstructed, scrambling like a swarm of bees, and the meeting room fell away into a white-speckled blackness.

'Tis Charity to Show Chapter VIII Part 1 Warning: Sexual Content

‘Tis Charity to Show

Chapter VIII

Part 1

To say it was a race against time was an understatement, not to mention a tad cliché, though one thing was certain; Rand did not relish the thought of being torn apart and ingested by that thing outside.

Rand stormed into the small, cramped office where she’d worked on Dr. Ellis’ logs, and rummaged through everything that was on the desk, until she spotted the leather pouch and grabbed it.  She looked at Dr. Ellis’ recorder and knew that she wouldn’t need it, so she left it there. 

Rand stood by the door and hastily gave the room one last final sweep with her eyes, to make sure that she didn’t need anything else, and then left, not even bothering to close the door behind her, as if doing so would perilously cost her precious time.

“One down, three more tasks to go until you reach that holy grail,” she thought.

While the Enterprise was hardly a goblet with mystical powers, it did offer refuge with its surrounding structure, weapons, and various levels of speed that would take her away to safety from this hellish place. 

Rand picked up her pace.  She simply would not feel better until she was in her room packing.  She saw the strip of hallway leading to her quarters up ahead, that strip of hallway that made her sigh with relief, the ‘light’ in the dark corridor.

“Almost there,” she thought.

Then, suddenly, in her anxiousness to reach her room, her legs collided together, causing her to lose her balance. 

Rand fell, hard, on her stomach and chest.  She grunted in pain, gritted her teeth, and cursed.

“What the fuck just happened here,” she whined out loud.

Undeterred, she hoisted herself up and realized that the logs were no longer in her hand.  She looked around and spotted the envelope just a few feet behind her, walked over and picked it up, and turned.

That’s when she saw him, standing right in the spot where she was headed, that part of the corridor that lead to her room.

Khobran.

Tall, strong, beautiful.

And quite naked.

His deep jade skin was cast with a soft, amber glow that surrounded him, like a halo.  Rand stood there, trembling.  She knew damn well that this man standing in front of her was not Khobran, not her lover.  This entity was pulling all the stops trying to keep the landing party on this planet.  What tricks had this thing performed to keep Dr. Ellis’ party here?  She looked at this imposter, her sexual and romantic longings stirring up inside her, like rising heat.

“No! No!”

Rand tensed her body, fighting against this urge to go to him, but the stronger the urge became, the more it stripped her of her willpower, her resolve, and she wondered if she and the rest of the crew were really going to make it off of Tijus.

Khobran’s lips formed into a strange smile that was both alluring and vacant, the same smile that he gave her back in the shower room.  He turned slowly in the direction of Rand’s quarters and started to walk there.  Rand’s throat tightened, for she knew what would happen next.

“No!  No!  I won’t go!  You can’t have me! I won’t let you touch me!”

Her hand gripped tightly around the leather envelope while her other hand pressed against her temple, but she couldn’t stop the hunger for Khobran in his naked, masculine beauty.   She felt her body being pulled, her legs moving with a life of their own, following her puppet master.  She tried to plant her feet to the floor, but she kept on robotically. 

God, she wanted him.  Badly. After a while, it felt like free will, and by the time they both entered her quarters, she was his.  She closed the door hastily behind her, almost closing the door on her fingers. 

Khobran moved to the edge of her bed and sat there, sinking into the mattress with his muscular weight.  Rand went over to him, situating herself between his open strong thighs. She tossed the envelope behind her, and then pulled off Begay's robe with abandon while Khobran watched silently. 

As Rand pulled off her nightshirt, Khobran traced his fingers along her exposed skin.   When the nightclothes were off and down her ankles, she kicked them away.

Rand felt different, strange, as she stood nude in front of Khobran. Something had changed.  

She looked down at her body, and saw that it was no longer the wan, wasting mess that it was before.  It was now restored gloriously to its lush, buoyant, toned physicality.    

She threw her head back joyously and pressed herself against Khobran’s large, exploring hands, reveling under his firm, roaming fingers.  Rand sighed and giggled.  She wanted this.  She needed this; his touch, his warmth, his intrusion, and she was going to avail herself to all of it, even if all of it was just an illusion. 

Her ripe body came alive under his hands as he scooped them under her full breasts and pressed them together.  He swept his thumbs up and along her globes until he reached the pink hardness of her nipples and traced them ever so lightly, the tickly sensation making Rand’s areolas rise and pucker.

Rand parted her lips and drew in her breath as she ran her own hands along the sides of Khobran’s arms, making a detour to his biceps and squeezing them.

As Rand’s ecstasy rose under the strokes of her lover, so did the light.  Its soft, amber crystal hues stretched out from behind Khobran and coated everything in the room.  She watched him, his full lips parted, his violet eyes darkly lit in the rays as he watched her, his beautiful, rugged features, the emerald color of his skin glazed and warmed in the soft sparkling effulgence. 

“God, even in all this fakery, he’s breathtaking,” she thought.

Khobran ran his hands up from Rand’s nipples, her breasts, along her shoulders, the nape of her neck, to the back of her head.  His fingers lacings through her thick, blond hair, he drew her head to his, and kissed her.  He sucked her lips, pried them open with his tongue and explored her mouth.  Rand threw her arms around Khobran’s neck and pressed forward, urging him by plunging her own tongue into his warm mouth and running it along his teeth, the roof of his mouth.  They were like this for a while until he pressed hard against her lips one last time. He pulled back a bit and softly bit and tugged on Rand’s lower lip, then kissed and nibbled along her chin, under her jaw, and down her neck.  Khobran continued to kiss down her body, reaching her breasts and nuzzling his nose, lips and chin along and around her full mounds, already aroused from his earlier thumb play.

With his tongue, he traced one of her nipples and then flicked it back and forth, making it even more erect before nipping it and pulling it gently with his teeth.  Rand pushed her breasts closer to Khobran, urging him on, tempting him, calling his name and sighing.  She reached with her fingers and gathered Khobran’s glossy, thick blue-black hair, bunching the strands into her fists.  As Khobran brought his mouth to her other nipple, he simultaneously swept his hands down her back and stomach until one gripped the bottom center of her taunt buttocks, and the other foraged through her pubic hair and found her clit, taking his middle finger and moving it up and down its length, slowly and firmly, while the fingers from his other hand  slipped under her resilient cheeks and spread open the swollen lips of her vagina from behind.

Rand jolted against Khobran and pulled his hair harder, whispering incoherently and saying yes yes yes right there!  She started to turn her hips while Khobran mercilessly worked her, back and forth, making her wetter and hotter with each stroke.  His other thick finger dipped in and out of her damp cunt, while she rocked her hips and ass ever so slowly.  

   

Khobran detached his mouth from Rand’s breast and gazed at her, licking the bottom of his lip.  He removed his hands from her vagina and grabbed her buttocks.  He kneaded them vigorously, cupping and rolling the firm glutes with worship.  Then, scooping his hands under her cheeks, he lifted her up and tossed her over his head.  Rand landed on the bed behind him with a yelp.

Rand reclined on the mattress, her hands gripping the sheets as Khobran prowled towards her.  He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her again, until she was suspended upside-down.  Carefully, he lowered himself onto the mattress while still holding her.  He opened his legs, propping his feet on the bed so that his knees were raised.  Then, he lowered Rand with care until she lay on top of him, the both of them having full access to each other’s genitalia.

Rand hungrily reached for Khobran’s testicles and ran her hand along its bigness, its buoyancy and strength.  With one hand, she cupped her fingers over his balls while she held his huge cock with the other, rubbing it against her lips while she ran her tongue over and up his engorged shaft, the veins protruding along its length.  Khobran moaned and grunted his approval while he pushed her legs wider until her vaginal lips parted and revealed her ripe pink clit.  Grabbing her ass, he pushed her down until her slit was pressing his mouth.  He licked along her raw, sensitive bud, first up and down, and then in circular motions while he inserted his middle and index finger deep inside, past her lips and into her cunt as his other hand clutched her buttock.  Rand let out a shuddering sigh as Khobran’s fingers slid in and out of her, pressing against her tightening wall.  She responded by wrapping her lips around his foreskin and pulling it in one continuous suction, while she clasped his firm balls greedily.  She wanted him to cum hard in her mouth, on her breasts and stomach as he screamed her name.  Khobran moaned louder, almost bellowing, and she smiled in smug satisfaction as she removed her mouth and started jerking her hand frantically along his member. 

“Spray all over me, you bastard,” she said heatedly.

Rand slid her finger between the crack of his ass while she continued to jerk him off, when suddenly, she found herself whirling and turning in the air until she landed on her back, her arms flung above her head.  Khobran was over her now, positioned on his knees, pushing her thighs up so that her own knees were over her shoulders.  She could feel herself tremble as he guided his huge, erect cock inside her in one swift push.

“KHOBRAN! OOOHHH SHIT YES!  FUCK ME!”

He entered her tight, wet snatch easily, and she responded by getting wetter, hotter, her walls closing and suctioning around him as he buried himself in her depths.  Rand’s legs were slung over his broad shoulders, slick and wet with his perspiration, which she could feel cling behind her knees.  She grabbed his biceps and squeezed them, urging him on as he probed   her relentlessly, his wideness stretching and rubbing the firm elastic walls, sensitive, raw, throbbing around him.  

Rand shook her head with abandon, her own body now drenched in sweat, strands of her hair stuck to the sides of her face and neck.  She shut her eyes tight and screamed her lover’s name, not giving a shit who else heard as he pounded into her.  She reveled in his alien invasion, his pushing, pulling, the feel of his testicles literally smothering her swollen lips when he grinded against her.

Rand felt herself whirling again, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself on top of Khobran, his magnificent, glistening body underneath her in the throes of passion while his hips rose, driving himself into her.  They were thrusting at one another like wild animals, her hands tightening onto Khobran’s chiseled pectorals while his hands gripped into the curves of her hips.  He reached further to her buttocks and pulled them apart so Rand’s anus was exposed and open to the light caress of the air in the room, and she responded by gyrating her hips frantically over his taunt, wet member. 

They bucked, writhed against each other, his cock pulling and pushing against her snug passage.  She closed in on him, her suctioning walls quickening, pulling him in deeper.  She gasped as the sensation between her legs mounted and vibrated, his manhood curving upward and straining as he pressed his pelvis against her.  They came long, hard in waves of cresting, engulfing moisture, he in jettison spurts that hit Rand in the far back wall of her cunt, adding to the intensity of her orgasm.  Khobran took his middle finger, drenched from his earlier exploration, and inserted it into her asshole, pushing against her passage, causing a delicious friction that, coupled with her orgasm, sent her through the roof.  She came in shuttering hits.  They cried out together until their orgasms ebbed away, and their bodies went limp and collapsed together, he on the mattress and she on top of him. 

The sweat of their bodies, the heaving of their spent breaths, mingled as they rested together, until Khobran gently pushed Rand off of him, picked her up, and positioned her on the head of the bed, so that she was on her hands and knees, her legs and arms spread low and wide, her tart little ass pointing up jauntily.  Rand could feel her clit straining out from under her hairs, droplets of sweat sliding down between her lips, hanging tauntingly off her erect bud.  Khobran’s hands caressed her buttocks and hips, sweeping upward until his hands met at the twin peaks, and then, in one clasping movement, pulled them open, stretching her like before.  Rand drew in her breath sharply in anticipation as he twirled his tongue around the rim of her anus in a light, fluttery motion, making her quiver.  He teased her like this for a time, but then plunged his tongue deep inside her ass.

“OH, GODYOUARESOFUCKINGFILTHY!!”

She pushed forcefully against his tongue, as if he couldn’t go in deep enough for her.  With his other hand he reached underneath her and found her wet bud and manipulated it with his middle finger.  Rand moaned and sobbed as her body continued to press back on Khobran’s mouth, her hands gripping the sheets on either side of her.  Her vaginal walls contracting from deep within, the sensation building in intensity and rising to her lips and clit.

  

“AAAH, KHOBRAN!!  OH,GOD YEEEESSSS…”

THRUMP…THRUMP…THRUMP!

The knocking was followed by the turning of the doorknob, startling Rand beyond reason.

“Yeoman! Yeoman! Open the door! I can not open it!”

“Wh-wha-what?!”

It is Mr. Spock, Yeoman!  We are all ready to beam up!  We were concerned when you were not accounted for…”

“Go away!  Just go away!”

Rand was not going to let Spock, or anyone else, get in the way of this hot bliss.  She was pleasure drunk, light in the head and burning between her legs, the tips of her breasts, inside her anus, her pores tingling at every corner of her skin.  Oh, God, make this last forever!  I can stay like this forever!

“Yeoman, we are not leaving without you, and time is not something we have in abundance!”

“Go away then!  Leave me!” 

“Exactly what is it that you are doing, Ms. Rand?”

“I’M GETTING RIMMED, MR. SPOCK!!”

She rocked her hips furiously while making loud, wordless noises, as if doing so would make the reality go away.

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!

The door crashed wide open, its hinges splintering and flying apart.  Rand screamed, jumping headlong under the covers and tucking them around her, like a cocoon.

“NOOOOOOOO!  LEEEAAAVVVEEEE  MMMEEEE ALOOOOOONNNNEEEEEE!  FUCK YOU!”

“Nurse Rose!  We are in need of your assistance!  Please!”

Rand trembled under the blankets as she heard footsteps coming towards her. 

“I got this, Mr. Spock,” Rose said.

Rand felt the mattress sink beside her as Spock’s footsteps retreated out the room.

“Come on, Janice.  We have to get out of here.  Come on,” said the nurse gently, reaching under the tucked blankets and pulling it out slowly from under Rand, who was now shaking so uncontrollably that her grip on the covers had weakened. 

Rand was now laid bare, her pale, undernourished body huddled like a premature fetus. The light was gone, and all of its hypnotic illusions gone with it.  Her healthy, pink voluptuousness was gone.  Khobran was gone.  She was cold, and that cold seeped down past her skin, organs, and into her marrow.  Rand felt, for the first time, like she was dying.  And she was right.

They all were.