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Subject: [ASC] NEW FFF Hollow Harem Honor (TOS/TNG, Natira/Yar) [R]
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Hollow Harem Honor

TOS/TNG; Natira/Yar; rated R.

By Ventura33  feedback@ventura33.com
http://www.ventura33.com

Summary: Tasha, kidnapped by the Ligonians in "Code of Honor," finds
Disclaimer:  Para-bleah-yeah-whatever.


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Soft fragrances of exotic flowers drifted through the air.  Candles
flickered on little niches set into the walls.  The gentle trickling
of a fountain could be heard not far away.  Bright, sheer fabrics
billowed from the canopy of a luxuriously furnished bed.

An incredulous Tasha Yar, fists clenched at her sides, turned in a
slow circle once more as she closely inspected the room into which
her Ligonian kidnappers had transported her.  Certainly it could be
no ordinary detention center.  Based on the lascivious murals on the
walls and the equally graphic scenes carved into the bedposts, she
could reach only one conclusion.

This place was a goddamned harem.

And if the fucking Ligonian pigs expected her to like it, they were
fatally mistaken.  It might be more comfortable than the dirty
cellars where the rape gangs of her home planet had dragged their
screaming victims, but that wasn't going to stop her from castrating
the first Ligonian to come through the door.

And up there, mounted on the wall above the bed, was a good sharp set
of weapons -- a pair of crossed spears.  Some kind of primitive
fertility symbol, maybe?  Not that she cared in the least why they'd
been put there, as long as she could get her hands on them.

Tasha climbed up on the bed, grimacing at its obscenely squishy feel,
and grabbed the spears off the wall.  Maybe they weren't the ideal
substitute for her phaser, but anyone who happened to get in her way
would end up just as dead.

The room had no windows, so the only way out had to be the door.
Tasha put a hand on the knob, which was an ornate piece of shiny
metal in the shape of a woman's breast with a realistic nipple, and
turned it slowly.  The door wasn't locked, and the sound of trickling
water became much louder as the door opened.

Cautiously, Tasha stepped out of the bedchamber, finding herself in a
circular indoor courtyard with a large central fountain.  Potted
tropical plants adorned a floor tiled in pale earth tones.  Narrow
windows in the domed roof let in the reddish light of the alien sky.

On the other side of the fountain, two shapely young women,
apparently oblivious to their surroundings, kissed and fondled one
another passionately.  It was quite a show, and Tasha might have
enjoyed it under more pleasant circumstances, but her only concern at
the moment was to find a way to get back to her ship.

She turned away from the fountain and surveyed the rest of the
courtyard.  A bright flutter of white moved into her peripheral
vision, resolving into the figure of a middle-aged woman in a long
white dress with a gleaming ornamental sash.  Presumably the woman
had some sort of authority here, which would make her the ideal
hostage, as far as Tasha was concerned.

Moving as quietly across the tiles as she could manage in her
Starfleet boots, Tasha approached her target from behind, unseen.
One quick lunge, and Tasha had the alien woman's arms firmly pinioned
at her sides while the point of a spear hovered at her throat.

"Don't move or scream," Tasha hissed.  "You'll do exactly as I say.
Understand?  Now, tell me how to get to the transporter room."

"That would be unwise."  The alien woman's tone was surprisingly
calm.  "The transporter room is in the center of the compound, kept
under watch by the Ligonian Guard, whose weapons are much more
effective than those ancient spears."

"I'll take my chances."

"There's no need to do so.  You won't be harmed if you stay here.  I
am Natira, the Guardian of the Lesser Sanctum.  Within the walls of
this beautiful enclosure, you will find only peace and love."

Tasha had to repress a strong impulse to smack the irritating woman.
Instead, she ran a hand over Natira's body, checking whether she was
armed.  Nice curves, but no weapons.

"Kidnapping me from my ship is not what I'd call a display of peace
and love."

"The Ligonians are a very ritualistic race.  The men sometimes abduct
women from passing starships as a way to show their bravery and
cunning.  They never molest the women in any way; that would be
against their code of honor.  You can wait here in safety and comfort
while your captain negotiates for your return."

"I hope you're telling the truth."  Tasha let go of Natira's arms and
moved back a step, now that she had satisfied herself that the
foolish woman wasn't armed.  "I'm Lieutenant Tasha Yar of the
Federation ship Enterprise, and according to my own code of honor,
anyone who tries to rape me is going to be very dead."

Natira raised a pale, neatly manicured hand and patted her elaborate
hairdo back into place, using a tall brass planter full of ferns as a
mirror.  "It won't happen, I assure you.  I have been living among
the Ligonians for almost a century, since they rescued me from the
Orion pirates who attacked and enslaved my people, and in all that
time, I have never seen any sexual violence against a woman.  I find
the Ligonians to be a charming and cultured race; they have a long
life span and have much respect for their ancient traditions, like my
own people."

Tasha snorted in disgust.  "So I'm just supposed to wait around in
this ridiculous harem until my charming and cultured captors feel
like letting me go?  Is that what you're saying?"

"There are ways to make your wait more pleasant."  Natira smiled
suggestively as she gave her hair a final pat.  "I find you very
attractive, Tasha Yar."

Well, it was a harem, after all.

And Natira wasn't bad-looking, even if there was quite an age
difference between the two of them -- but, of course, this wasn't the
time or place for such thoughts.

"Starfleet has certain protocols for appropriate behavior when an
officer is abducted by an alien species.  Screwing around with the
enemy isn't one of them."

The corners of Natira's mouth quirked at this, as if she were very
much amused by some private joke.  "Perhaps that depends on how you
define an enemy."

A tiny bird, its iridescent feathers sparkling, flew out of the
broad-leaved bushes next to the fountain and perched on a nearby
ledge.  Natira's gaze followed it for a moment before she glanced
back toward Tasha and continued, "I knew your Captain Kirk and his
ship's doctor, McCoy."

Had the insufferable woman made a habit of abducting Starfleet
officers?  Tasha scowled, tapping the points of the spears against
each other.  "What of it?"

Natira unexpectedly laughed, a soft, musical, carefree sound, and
took a step forward to close the distance between them.  "Only that
if you are following the Starfleet protocols with which I am
familiar, you ought to be kissing me by now, Tasha Yar."

She leaned closer, her lips full, sensuous . . .

Oh, what the hell, no one was looking.

Tasha tossed away the spears, which landed with a clatter on the
tiled floor, and let herself relax into Natira's enthusiastic
embrace.  Natira was quite a kisser, and she certainly knew what to
do with those busy hands of hers, too.

Mmmm . . .

Natira's spicy fragrance was dizzying, and her lips felt so soft and
sweet.  Tasha's eyes were half-closed when she caught a glimpse of
motion, of dark figures not far away.

Abruptly she came back to full awareness of her surroundings and
realized that several Ligonian women were standing nearby, watching.
Bright, appreciative eyes glittered from alien faces.

She tried to take a breath, but the smell of dust and decay caught in
her throat, choking her.  The faint sound of trickling water seemed
very far away, and the red-tinged light was fading.  She was
surrounded by the rape gang, trapped in a dank underground cavern
with no way to defend herself, and in a moment, they would all throw
her down on the grimy floor and . . .

"No one's going to hurt you."  Natira's voice was gentle and
soothing.  "If you want more privacy, we can go into one of the
bedchambers."

Tasha inhaled deeply, a jagged, painful breath that still tasted of
dust, as she broke Natira's embrace.  "I can't.  I just can't."

She blinked away the tears that threatened to blur her vision as she
reached down to pick up the spears again.  Their solid, deadly feel
gave her an impression of safety, however irrational.  The small
group of Ligonians began to disperse, now that there was nothing more
to be seen.

Forcing herself to take slow, measured breaths, Tasha retreated until
she was standing with her back to the fountain, holding a spear in
each hand.  Her shipmates would come for her soon, she reminded
herself.  She wasn't alone.  Never alone.  Never again.

*****

The pale light of the two Ligonian moons, both close to setting, came
through the narrow windows and reflected from the bubbling waters of
the fountain.  Shadows fell across a wooden bench bordered by tall
bushes.  For just a moment, the light touched the thin face of a
young Starfleet officer whose short blonde locks tumbled over her
closed eyes.  The hilts of two spears rested in her slack hands.

She stirred briefly, but did not wake, as the older woman who stood
beside the bench carefully draped a warm blanket across her body and
left her with a tender kiss on the forehead.


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Forwarded to ASCL by:
Stephen Ratliff
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