This is my first attempt at writing. It's a Star Trek original series
story. Star Trek and its characters are the property of Paramount
pictures, and this story is just a work of fan fiction. It's just for fun
and not for profit.
Before long it was thoroughly dark out and I was just resigning myself
another horrible night in this cell when I heard someone coming.
face pressed close against the cold steel of the cell bars I waited in
anticipation. Was Spock finally arriving to liberate me from this
confinement or was it the guard simply brining in another unfortunate
prisoner? I heard the sound of keys rattling then the distinct creak
door slowly opening and footsteps approaching my cell.
The guard abruptly appeared nervously escorting a familiar individual
front of my cell. I was painfully aware of my heart as it abruptly
beat then collapsed to the ground near my feet. I was expecting Spock
gentleman who stood rigidly before me arms folded across his massive
I took a slow step backwards, swallowed hard, and immediately averted
to appear suitably passive. I found this behavior easy to assume in
of his angry face. He was intimidating even to me although I had faced
in single combat. When he spoke, it was with a voice rough with
agitation undoubtedly due to my inappropriate behavior.
"Release him." He bellowed at the already frightened guard. He stood
silently observing me with a penetrating stare as the nervous guard
with his keys moved immediately to open my cell. I sensed the intense
from his eyes burning deep into my very soul as he continued to
When the guard had the door opened, the Ambassador deliberately
towards me. He casually unfolded his arms, intentionally bringing into
my collar and leash. Utterly humiliated, I passively stood there while
snapped the collar around my neck then securing the leash he roughly
from the cell. He never uttered another word, simply signed a series
papers for my release then encircling my arm with one immense hand we
departed the brig.
During the long march back, I speculated as to the reason why the
and not Spock released me from my imprisonment. I could easily
Taduran's anger though I thought Spock was beyond petty retaliation. I
couldn't comprehend Spock's new attitude towards me during this
could no longer recognize the individual he had recently become as
The thought of the Ambassador and the Tellerite being involved in some
underhanded dealings during the conference could however explain
anomalous absence. If he unknowingly stumbled onto some pertinent
connecting the two ambassadors he could be in serious trouble. I badly
answers to questions I dare not pose in the presents of Stoamer's most
influential, not to mention mysterious,
Once we reached the hotel the Ambassador escorted me directly to my
unlocking the door and quickly ushering me inside. After entering the
himself, he secured the door lock before turning his attention back to
submissively stood there, with him simply looking at me, for the
time. I waited in suspense, preparing myself for something drastic to
I found it actually difficult not to shrink away from this individual
finally stepped forward to gently remove my collar and leash. I
remained in a
submissive stance during the entire procedure, my head lowered and
averted, unable to view his features or determine his temperament.
I heard the distinct click of the clasp on the collar as the
released the locking mechanism. I felt my skin cool with the caress of
unobstructed air as the collar gradually slipped away from my throat.
Abruptly appearing in my line of sight was an enormous pair of hands
slowly move downward then settle at the Ambassador's side still
clutching the collar.
I received only the briefest of hints regarding his emotional state
ultimately designed to speak to me. In a voice now gruff with...what?
Suppressed amusement? Relief? Or something more?
He growled. "You stink, go in and bathe, now!" The last word he
an undeniable command tone in his voice, a sharpness that
stated I dared not challenge his orders. With a firm hand together
unceremonious shove to my back he forcefully propelled me towards the
bathroom door. He slowly lowered his immense bulk into a nearby chair,
waiting silently for my response to his command. Not wanting to
further, as well as thinking how refreshing it would feel to wash off
remnants of my stay in the local brig I did so without hesitating.
My shower completed and feeling refreshed I stepped out of the stall
I had nothing in which to wear as clothing. I wrapped a dry towel
about my hips while searching the entire bathroom becoming curious
couldn't find them. I suddenly came to the realization my clothing had
removed for a reason; therefore I timidly and completely embarrassed
the main room to confront the ambassador.
I located him exactly as I had left him, calmly seated in a chair; his
gracefully stretched out before him casually crossed at the ankles.
I discovered to my dismay, firmly grasped in one mammoth hand was my
robe and belt, the required attire for a pet.
The Ambassador was granting me the alternative of either donning my
resuming my role as a pet or remaining as I was wrapped in an
short, damp towel. I determined it would be useless to dispute the
therefore I accepted the costume and returned to the bathroom to
When I reentered the apartment I realized that Spock still remained
absent. I also understood that as a pet I would not be allowed to
the ambassador concerning his disappearance without suffering the
consequences of such an action. I also had a distinct impression that
would not freely volunteer the information I
desperately desired. Therefore I decided to risk punishment by
peculiar rule requiring a pet to remain in absolute silence.
I walked up to where the Ambassador was sitting, looking notably
in the hopes that this posture would appease him. He didn't utter a
openly as well as deliberately examined me to thoroughly determine if
attired properly. After I endured this humiliating procedure the
reached for my collar and placed it
about my neck. He then, with a superficial tilt of his head,
indicating I was
to withdraw to my cot where a meager container of food awaited me.
I looked at the food with a passionate desire to obey him, but Spock's
whereabouts seemed more important. If he were in some kind of trouble
required my assistance I couldn't afford the pleasure of food yet.
audible rumble of protest from my empty stomach I reluctantly turned
attention back to the Ambassador.
As I stared defiantly into the face of the man before me I became
aware of the animosity mounting in his eyes as well as the rigid
which he held himself. Knowing I was risking severe punishment at the
of this behemoth I was nonetheless determined to obtain the
At the sound of my first word the Ambassador's controlled anger turned
immediately to full-blown fury. He rose up out of the chair, moving
and carefully until finally, towering above me, he allowed me to
his tremendous height. He stood balanced there for a moment like an
grizzly bear on two legs, waiting for my next move.
I attempted evasion by retreating when a massive hand shot out
and firmly grabbed my arm above the elbow. He moved faster then an
of his immense proportions should be able to, resulting in my
capture. Before I realized what was happening and without permitting
time to react he abruptly whirled me around deliberately shoving me
across the table.
The arm he clutched in his vice like the other abruptly joined grip
together, both arms were ultimately secured to my back in one of his
hands. In this undignified position I was thoroughly prevented from
possibility of escape. I then experience an intense pain as his free
descended repeatedly across my backside before releasing me to once
Extremely shocked as well as utterly mortified I stood there massaging
soreness from my bottom and rapidly blinking back the tears that
to cascade down my cheeks. Folding his arms across his chest the
then tilted his head, once again indicating my cot, leaving me no
doubt as to
the consequences should I disobeyed him further. I was not overly
enthusiastic about repeating the experience
therefore I immediately did as he instructed going directly to my cot.
Once there I discovered sitting to be quite excruciating, nevertheless
somehow managed to endure the discomfort. I suppose under the
discovering Spock's whereabouts would have wait a while longer. He was
all fully capable of taking care of himself in most situations
decided to wait it out rather
then present the ambassador with another excuse to punish me.
I greedily consumed the meager portion of food in the bowl while
contemplating my next course of action. What could I do as an
pet to influence the Ambassador into divulging the information I
without incurring his wrath? What knowledge I had obtained concerning
relationship between a pet and its master was considerable compared to
knew about dealing with an unfamiliar master. My dealings with Spock
was precarious therefore I couldn't imagine anything beneficial that
influence Ambassador Taduran enough to gain the information I was
By the time I finished eating I still remained unclear concerning how
should proceed with the Ambassador. I was unsure as to his involvement
the Tellerite Ambassador therefore I couldn't trust him enough to
true identity as well as our mission on Stoamer. I wasn't entirely
of Taduran's innocence in the matter of Spock's
absence. I couldn't even tell if he knew that Spock was missing.
I had to come up with a plausible reason for speaking to him that
disclose the information I needed as well as restrict further
Bolstering my courage in preparation for anything I picked up my bowl
warily stepped up to confront Ambassador Taduran once more.
Remaining a sufficient distance away from Taduran, I placed my empty
the small table. I had just prepared myself for another argument with
Ambassador when I caught a distinct yet muffled click, followed by the
familiar swish of a door sliding open. Someone was about to enter the
instantly lowered my eyes and stood there submissively waiting for
was to enter.
Spock being the only logical one I could think of that would be coming
without knocking set my heart to pounding furiously with anticipation.
desperately desired to turn towards the door, to look for myself if my
intuition was correct, but the still throbbing pain in my backside
me of my status as a pet. Positioned with my back to the door in
in my submissive stance it was impossible to discern the individual
until I heard a familiar baritone.
At the musical sound of Spock's voice I instantly spun around to
enthusiastically cry out, "Spock!"
My delight at seeing my first officer unharmed however, was short
instant I comprehended the look on his face. I immediately dropped my
and returned to a properly obedient stance inwardly relieved though at
Spock standing there.
I could tell he was exhausted, and thoroughly frustrated with me,
for a moment I caught the glow of relief in his dark eyes as well as a
softening of his generally stoic expression. This vanished quickly and
replaced immediately with a more suitable Vulcan look as he turned to
to Ambassador Taduran. I didn't know what he had gone through during
adventure however I had a peculiar feeling
I would soon find out.
End Chapter 6
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