The BLTS Archive - The Matriarchy
by Selek (selek@shaw.ca)

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Disclaimer:  Paramount owns all, I own nothing but my
imagination. .  I don't even own my own car.  I'm just doing this
for fun, not money.

Archive:  ASCEML, ASC, COCO, Others ask permission first and
lemme know where it is.

Acknowledgments:  I have to genuflect to T'Thrill and Salatrel,
my terrific betas.  Without their insightful input, comments,
corrections, suggestions, this story would have really sucked!
Many thanks, you two!

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Dawn broke over the sands of the Sas-a-shar desert.  40 Eridani
A's rays spilled into a room in a house on the edge of the
desert.  The light illuminated a man and woman sleeping.  The
man, Sarek, opened his eyes and then stretched lazily in bed, the
covers around his waist.  He looked over at his human wife, who
slept curled against his side.  Both slept naked and Sarek's eyes
traveled down his wife's sleeping form to gaze at her luscious
breasts moving with her breathing.  Amanda stirred, opened her
eyes and looked at Sarek.  A twinkle gleamed in her eye as she
smiled at her Vulcan husband.  "What are you looking at?"

"You."

"You would think after twenty years of marriage, that you would
have had enough of me by now," she teased.

"Never.  I can never get enough of you, my wife."  Sarek leaned
over and kissed her.  "But it is time to get up."  He sat up and
swung his legs off the bed.  He stretched again and then stood.

Amanda watched his buttocks as he walked to the bathroom to brush
his teeth.  She gave him a soft wolf-whistle.  Sarek turned
around and gave her the private smile that he reserved only for
her.  "You have not yet grown weary of looking at me after all
these years, Amanda?"

She laughed, then rolled out of bed herself.  'Who taught him how
to tease like that,' she mused.

They were busy planning their day out when a chirp interrupted
their morning meal.  It was Saran, Sarek's aide, on the comm
unit.  "You have been summoned to the office of the
Interplanetary Affairs Ministry.  Minister T'Pel wants to give
you your next assignment.  You are to bring T'sai Amanda with you
as it affects her as well."

Sarek's eyebrow rose as he looked over to his wife.  He noticed
that her eyebrow was elevated as well.  "Very well.  Tell the
Minister that we will be there shortly."

They arrived at the Minister's office thirty minutes later.
Minister T'Pel welcomed them herself, ordering tea for all of
them.  Then she sat and motioned for them to sit as well.  Amanda
had never been to her office before.  She saw that it was
tastefully furnished in the Vulcan style.  Her desk was large,
but not ostentatious.  The surface was bare except for a
terminal.  The window off to the side showed downtown ShiKahr.
T'Pel was dressed in the formal robes of her office, as was
Sarek.

"This next assignment is a rather unusual one, Ambassador.  This
office has been conducting trade negotiations with the planet
Cabola.  They have resources and technology that, if combined
with our climate and soil, should prove very beneficial to our
agricultural industry.  Their technology would enable us to feed
our population adequately using the little agricultural land we
have.  We could increase our crops a hundred-fold.  As you
already know, we are finding it necessary to import food to feed
the planet.  The cost will become prohibitive if we must continue
this practice.  It would be logical to use their advances to feed
our own people, without relying on other worlds.  And they seem a
most willing trade partner, however..." the Minister trailed off.
She seemed almost cautious about what she was about to say.  "The
Cabolans are a very strict matriarchy.  They will only negotiate
with females."

"Then why do you not send T'Mera?  She would be the logical
choice for this mission as she is female and an excellent
negotiator."

"T'Mera is currently on another assignment and cannot be
recalled.  You are the most qualified Ambassador available.
However, you are male.  What the Ministry had in mind, was that
T'sai Amanda would be the Ambassador of record, and you would be
her aide."  Amanda looked at Sarek, amusement traveling to him
over their bond.  "You will give her the benefit of your
knowledge and experience in both protocol and negotiations."
T'Pel looked directly at Amanda, her black eyes piercing her.  "I
have the utmost confidence in you, Amanda.  Confidence borne out
by your negotiation skills on Malta III that ensured the safety
of twelve children."

"Anyone in my situation would have done that, " Amanda offered,
but T'Pel's solemn look halted her denial.

"No, not anyone.  It was clear thinking and courage that allowed
you to succeed.  I believe a less logical being would have
succumbed to the fear of being a captive.  Instead, you diffused
the situation and convinced your detainers to release you all.
Not a small feat, T'sai, and it has not gone unnoticed by all of
Vulcan.  Will you honour us with your assistance in this matter?"

Amanda blushed slightly at this unexpected compliment.  "Of
course I will.  It would be my duty to serve."

Sarek looked at his wife, his pride in her suffusing the bond.
He looked back at T'Pel.  "Do you have any files on the
negotiations as they stand at this point?"

"Yes, they are being downloaded to your home terminal as we
speak."  T'Pel stood as did Sarek and Amanda concluding the
meeting.  She raised her hand in the familiar ta'al and said,
"Live long and prosper."

They responded in kind and left her office.

When they returned home, the files were available as promised.
They transferred the files onto their individual PADDs after firs
t brewing some tea.  Their transport was due to leave in three
days, which left them ample time to become familiar with the
issues.  However, there was scant information about the Cabolans
themselves, or their culture.  The information they had was vague
and incomplete.  They promoted themselves as a matriarchy with
abundant resources, but they seemed to keep everyone at arm's
length.  Sarek switched to the Federation databank computer and
asked for more information on Cabola.  Judging by the resources
they had, he was not surprised that the Federation wanted to
acquire this planet, but he was disturbed by the total lack of
men in positions of authority.  Cabola had only allowed
audio-only communication with Vulcan, which surprised both Sarek
and Amanda.  'What were they hiding?' Amanda thought.

Other planets had sent delegates to Cabola, but they were careful
to send only females, Sarek noted.  This would be the first time
that a man was to accompany an Ambassador.  'I wonder how they
are going to react to this?' Sarek thought.  "I trust a protocol
officer will meet with us before the conference begins," Sarek
said.  "I do not want to offend anyone accidentally."

Amanda looked at him over her paper.  "I'll keep you in line, my
aide.  Don't worry."  She chuckled to herself as she looked back
down to the PADD in her hand.

---

Sarek and Amanda arrived on a lush, warm planet just in time for
the conference to begin.  They, along with their luggage beamed
down to the set coordinates and they found themselves in a lobby
of a palatial hotel.  They looked over to see a stately woman
coming toward them.  She was dressed in a flowing, sleeveless,
purple dress, with a necklace of gold coloured stones around her
throat.   She had white-blond hair that framed her pretty brown
face.  Amanda guessed that she must have been at least six feet
tall, lithe and willowy, the heels of her boots clicking on the
black marble flooring as she approached them.

She looked at Amanda, then Sarek.  'The men are certainly
different from the women on Vulcan,' she thought.  She inclined
her head to Amanda and warmly said, "My name is Tam'ra and I bid
you welcome to Cabola.  I am the Mistress of Natural Resources
and will be conducting the negotiations.  I look forward to
securing a possible trade pact between our two worlds."

Amanda returned the greeting.  Just as she and Sarek had agreed,
Amanda introduced herself as the Ambassador for Vulcan.  Her gaze
turned to her husband to introduce him, but her words were cut
short.

Tam'ra interrupted, "It is not necessary to introduce your man to
me."  Amanda saw Tam'ra's demeanor change from warmth to casual
disregard.  It was as if Amanda was telling Tam'ra the brand of
suitcases she brought.

"He is my husband as well as my..."

"That is unnecessary information."  Then Tam'ra smiled warmly at
Amanda again and said, "Please, come with me.  I will show you to
your rooms now."  Tam'ra hurried away as if eager to distance
herself from these off-worlders as Amanda's introduction of Sarek
died in her throat.  With a glance over her shoulder, Amanda
noticed Sarek's reaction to all of this.  Sarek looked back at
her, nonplused.

As Tam'ra walked away, she called over her shoulder, "Man, take
the luggage and follow us."  Her clipped, haughty tone drove home
her point.  She regarded Sarek as she would an insect.

Amanda's temper started to rise, but Sarek placed a hand on her
arm and shook his head slightly, warning her with his eyes not to
unleash her anger.  He picked up the luggage and followed two
steps behind Amanda.

They were shown to a palatial suite where Sarek was instructed to
put the baggage down, carefully.  He made sure there was no sound
heard when he placed the cases on the floor as he noticed that
Tam'ra was observing him carry out her orders.  She turned and
showed Amanda around the rooms, her warmth back again.  Then she
gave Amanda a PADD with the negotiation schedule on it.

"May my...aide...attend as well?"

"Of course she may," Tam'ra replied in a graciously false tone.
"When will she be arriving?"

"You misunderstand.  He is my aide for this mission," Amanda
stated firmly, indicating at Sarek with her head.  Amanda wanted
to assert some semblance of authority in front of this woman.
After all, she was the Ambassador of record on this mission.

"Oh."  The disgust in her face and voice was enough to enrage
Amanda.  "I thought I had made our policies plain to your
government, but it appears that file must have been lost in the
transmission." She hesitated, snatching the PADD out of Amanda's
hands to double check the schedule.  She had been assured that
these people would be easy.  But it was now evident that these
Vulcans lacked proper etiquette and even more sense.  To parade a
man about like that!  Her people were eager to make this trade
work and her orders were to secure a treaty at all costs.
"Because you are an off-worlder and ignorant of our ways, he may.
But if we ever wish to negotiate more trade agreements in the
future, I would prefer if you brought someone more...suitable to
assist you.  But keep in mind, not everyone is as open-minded as
I am.  The others will not be happy to have a male in the room.
I'm sure you can make sure he behaves himself."  Tam'ra smiled at
Amanda, but the smile lacked warmth.

"I'm sure he will conduct himself with the utmost decorum,"
Amanda replied tightly as her rage threatened to burst through.
"But if we may see a copy of your protocols, then we can ensure
that he will not offend anyone accidentally."  Amanda returned
her smile tightly, but her eyes snapped in anger.

"I'll have someone bring them around later.  In the meantime, I
would like you to dine with me.  There you can meet the other
delegates.  And to anticipate your question, I'm afraid your man
can not attend.  Only the negotiations, nothing else.  I must be
quite firm on this.  I'm sure you understand."

"Where can he eat then, if not with me?"  Amanda's cheeks were
flushed with anger, but Sarek was confident she would not lash
out at their hostess.  At least he hoped she wouldn't.

"You may place his order for food with the kitchen before you
join me.  They will bring it here for him."  With that, she swept
out of the door, leaving the two of them in the room.

"Well, at least I can sleep with you, my wife," Sarek said after
the door had closed.  "That will more than make up for my not
being able to dine with you."  He gathered her up in his strong
arms and planted a kiss on the top of her head.  "How may I
please you, My Lady?"

She pulled away from him, and slapped him on the arm.  "Stop it.
I hate this attitude of theirs.  It's degrading to you and
infuriating for me to listen to."

"Amanda, we both knew they were a strict matriarchy.

Amanda retorted, "This is not just a matriarchy!  It is
segregation and male hating!  These kinds of mistreatments are
littered in human history, Sarek.  And when I experience
it...when I see you experiencing it, it infuriates me.  Such
injustices...I fear that something will happen."

"Amanda," Sarek stroked her face to soothe and ally her fears, "I
will be fine, and I promise to behave myself at the
negotiations."  He hoped he could discern what proper behaviour
was, as there were no news reports in the files for him to make a
deduction.  "But..." he looked at her, his eyes darkening with
passion, "I really do want to know how I can please you, Amanda.
You have three hours before you have to eat.  That is more than
enough time, would you not agree?"

Her anger was dispelled by his lustful look and her eyes sparkled
with mischief as she guided him to the large bed.  "Perhaps."
She wanted to just forget the discomfort of the past hour and, as
always, his hands and mouth were a salve for her frayed nerves.
She undid the clasps of his tunic, gliding it off his shoulders
and then throwing it onto a near-by chair.  She then worked on
the buttons of his silky shirt, letting it fall open, baring his
smooth, muscular chest.  Her hands rubbed across his nipples,
erect with the coolness of the air.  He inhaled sharply as she
tweaked one of his nipples, then the other.  She looked down and
saw a bulge starting to form in his pants.  "Perhaps there is
enough time."

Sarek reached around her and unzipped her dress.  He let it fall
into a puddle around her feet.  Then he picked her up and placed
her on the bed, kneeling beside her.  He shrugged off his shirt
and started to undo his pants.  Her hands stopped him, wanting to
do it herself.  She massaged the bulge, feeling it grow beneath
her hand.  Sarek lay on his back, stroking her buttocks through
her undergarments as she unfastened his trousers, then reached in
to free his straining cock.  It popped free of its confines,
eager for her attention.  Sarek lifted his hips so she could
remove his pants and underwear.  Once naked, she looked at his
body.  It hadn't changed that much in the twenty years they had
been married.  She was now 40, and Sarek was 85, still a young
man for a Vulcan.  His belly was still firm and flat, his penis
erect and proud.

"You are overdressed, my wife.  Allow me to assist you."  Sarek
sat up, his cock resting on his thigh.  He removed the straps
from her shoulders and watched the silky fabric fall to her
waist.  Her firm, full breasts wobbled slightly as the fabric
passed over them.  Sarek cupped a breast and felt its smoothness.
He pulled at one of her nipples, watching the breast expand then
let it go suddenly.  He looked at her, a slight smile escaping
his lips.  She raised her hips and Sarek pulled her slip off.
"That's better.  Now we are even, My Lady."

He lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his hot mouth.
Amanda carded her fingers through his jet-black hair, and moaned
softly.  Sarek flicked the nipple with his tongue, then sucked on
it.  His hand cupped her other breast, thumbing its nipple in
time with his tongue-flicks.

Amanda reached down and stroked Sarek's penis.  She twirled her
thumb around his glistening head, then down the two ridges.  She
watched fascinated as they flared at her touch.  She could feel
the steel under the silky skin, knowing that that steel was for
her alone.  A drop of pre-cum glistened at the slit and Amanda
dipped her finger in it, then brought it to her lips.  "Mmm, that
tastes good, my husband," she said throatily.  She pressed her
thumb into the spongy flesh of his cockhead, encouraging more of
the precious nectar to the surface.

Sarek's eyes darkened with passion when he saw his wife taste
him.  He pulled her down on the bed beside him as he lay back
down.  She kept a hold on his manhood, not wanting to let go of
him.  Sarek propped himself up on one elbow and kissed her
passionately.  His tongue pressed against her lips until she
parted them, giving him access.  Their tongues dueled with each
other as Sarek thrust gently into Amanda's hand.   He broke off
the kiss to breathe.  "I want more than your hand," Sarek
groaned.  "Allow me to enter you, Amanda."

She allowed Sarek to roll her on her back.  She spread her legs
invitingly and Sarek wasted no time.  He centered the tip of his
jade-hard penis at her entrance and slowly pushed in.  He nearly
came when her heat encircled him, but he exerted his controls and
calmed himself.  Slowly, he rocked his hips, feeling his cock
slide in and out of the woman he loved.  She contracted her
muscles, increasing the sensations they both felt through their
bond.  Amanda gripped his waist with her legs, pulling him deeper
into her with each thrust.  Each could feel what the other was
experiencing through the bond.  // This is exactly what I needed,
// the two thought and shared simultaneously.  Sarek threw his
head back, thrusting harder now.  Suddenly he tensed as his seed
spilled from him, deep into his wife.  She clenched her muscles
around his cock, her orgasm coming across the bond in waves.
Sarek could feel her muscles milking every last drop of cum from
him as he thrust once, then again.  Sated, he slowly withdrew
from her and lay beside her on the bed, his breathing ragged.

"I trust you will be relaxed during your dinner now, my wife."
Sarek looked at her and smiled his smile.

"Oh yes, that much is certain," Amanda panted.

After a while of soft stroking, they got up, showered and
dressed.  Amanda commed the kitchen to order Sarek's dinner.
Later, there was a soft knock at the door.  Sarek said, "Allow me
to attend to that.  It would not do to have you perform such a
menial task."

Amanda glared at him.  'I will pay you back for that,  and it
will be most interesting,' she thought

Sarek opened the door to another tall, well-built female.  This
one was more muscular than the Minister was.  She was also
dressed in a flowing gown, but this one was gold in colour and
was unadorned.  She breezed past Sarek and said to Amanda, "I am
Net'ra.  I am to escort you to the dining room.  If you would
please follow me."

After the two women left, Sarek settled in to meditate.  He
considered the lack of information he and Amanda had received
from the Vulcan Minister about this culture.  It seemed as if
treating males as non-people was not considered to be wrong here.
Surely, Cabola would not hide this behaviour as they don't think
of it as incorrect.  How could Vulcan have overlooked this?  Was
it even known on Vulcan?  If it was, then, why was this not in
the reports?  If it was not known, then why wasn't it?  Something
did not seem to add up, and that bothered Sarek. When they got
home, Sarek would make sure that this oversight was rectified
immediately.

He decided that the haughtiness of the two women he met was a
culturally acceptable. The rudeness was to both Amanda and him,
so he assumed it was for off-worlders in general, and not just
males.  He knew how to overlook and work through such a difficult
trait, and he made a mental note to encourage Amanda to remain
calm in the face of such arrogance, especially during the
negotiations tomorrow.  It is fortunate that the bond provides
silent communication and I can reassure her through it, Sarek
thought.

---

After an hour and half of meditation, Sarek rose and wandered the
room.  He still hadn't received his evening meal, but he was not
concerned.  One night of fasting was of no consequence.  With the
sink in the bathroom, he had all the water he needed.

He stood at the window, overlooking the lush gardens of the
complex they were in.  They were very pleasing geometrically and
Sarek decided that they deserved further investigation.  He left
a note for Amanda in case she returned before he did, and walked
out of the room into a deserted hallway.  He found his way to the
gardens and took in a deep breath of fresh air.  Fortunately, he
wore his cloak as he found it cool.  But then, he found most
worlds other than his own cool.  He strolled throughout the
gardens, examining the plants at his leisure, marveling at the
diversity of the different species.  There were flowering plants,
and some that looked very desert-like.  He wondered if he should
tell Amanda.  He knew of her penchant for taking slips home to
grow in their garden and he thought these plants would do well.
But he was not the gardener.

He felt chilled and pulled up the hood of his cloak.  He vaguely
noticed a gate as he walked through it.  It was dusk now and the
streets were curiously deserted.  'Perhaps everyone is at evening
meal' he thought.

He walked along the street, looking at the architecture and doing
what Amanda called "window shopping".  There were occasional
couples or single women that passed him.  He noted their stares,
but he ignored them as he continued his stroll.

Suddenly, a ground car screeched to a stop on the street beside
him and two large well-built women got out, each with a phaser
strapped to their hips.  "Stop right there, man!" the largest
yelled.

Sarek looked around and realized they were talking to him.  He
stopped and calmly waited for them to approach him. They both
wore a high-necked, green uniform so Sarek assumed they were
security officers of some sort.  The shorter of the two was young
and had blond hair tied up in a bun.  She hung back by the car,
her hand on her phaser.  The largest one approached him.  She had
short cropped, jet-black hair and stood almost as tall as he did.
Her eyes were ice blue and cold.

"Turn and face the building!" she barked at him.  He complied.
As he faced it, he felt a sharp shove in the middle of his back.
He reached out to stop himself from falling against the stone
wall.  He felt a phaser pressed against his neck and a hand
patting down his body, paying special attention to his buttocks.
"You've got a nice set of cheeks, man," she hissed into his
pointed ear.  "Turn around!"

Sarek turned to face her and his hood fell away.  "What the hell
is this?" the uniformed officer bellowed to her partner.  As he
looked over her shoulder to look at her companion, she yelled at
him, "Look at me, man.  I'm the one you have to worry about."

"May I ask..."  The hard slap across his cheek stopped him.

"Don't talk unless it's to answer my questions!  Who do you think
you are anyway?"  The dark-haired officer looked him over with
disapproval in her eyes.

Sarek wasn't sure if he was to answer that question or not.  He
decided not to.  It apparently was the correct decision.

"Who do you belong to?" she demanded.

"I belong to no-one.  I am with Ambassador Amanda of Vulcan."

"Then where is this Ambassador Amanda of Vulcan?" she sneered,
looking over her shoulder to her partner, who smiled.

"She is currently dining with delegates of the Interplanetary
Trade negotiations."  Sarek thought it would be wise to keep his
answers short.

"Why is she not walking with you?  Surely you know that men can't
be seen walking unescorted down the street!  Who knows what kind
of trouble they can get in to?"  She started to pace in front of
Sarek, making sure his eyes followed her movements.

"I was unaware of this prohibition.  I beg forgiveness.  I will,
of course, immediately return to the hotel."  Sarek turned to
walk back to the hotel when he was grabbed and thrown against the
wall.

"You're not going anywhere except into that car.  Now face the
wall again."

Sarek turned and felt his hands being pulled behind his back.
Then he felt the cool metal of handcuffs clamped around his
wrists.  The dark-haired woman pulled him to the ground car and
threw him into the back seat.  He looked back as he was whisked
away to see the hotel receding into the distance.

---

They arrived at a Security Office.  He was ordered into a room
and told to sit at the indicated desk.  He looked around him and
noticed two other officers sitting at their terminals eyeing him
disapprovingly.  The room was spartan, there were several desks
with terminals scattered around the room.  Each one had a second
chair beside it.  Shortly after, a muscular, blond woman entered
the room flanked by a pair of deadly-looking officers.  She wore
the same high-necked uniform, but her chest was adorned with
medals, and her collar had two pips on it.  Sarek elected to
remain sitting, not knowing if he would receive another reprimand
if he stood.

"I see your mistress hasn't taught you any manners, man.  No
matter.  I'm Constable Lar'a, and you are...?"

"Sarek"

She removed his handcuffs, then sat at the desk, activating the
terminal.  She entered some data, then eyed Sarek and noted his
exotic features, the slant of his eyebrows and the elegant points
of his ears.  She liked what she saw and found him somewhat
attractive.  "My, you're a cutie.  What species are you, Sarek?"
She had never seen a Vulcan before and his looks intrigued her.

"I am a Vulcan."

"Who do you belong to?"

"I belong to no one.  I am with Ambassador Amanda of Vulcan who
is attending the Interplanetary Trade negotiations," Sarek
answered calmly, his features composed.

Her brown eyes hardened.  "Oh, so you belong to no one, eh?  Full
of yourself are you?  We'll soon cure you of that.  Where can we
find this Amanda of Vulcan?"

Sarek felt some trepidation at her words.  He didn't want to
speculate on what she had in mind for a "cure".  "She is at the
International Hotel."

"We'll call her there.  In the meantime, we insist you be our
guest until she arrives to get you."  Lar'a leaned forward and
leered at Sarek, pointing to a door on the other side of the
office.  "Go through that door and strip, man.  Let's see what
you've got!"  She laughed, as did the rest of the officers in the
room.

Sarek squared his shoulders and entered the indicated room.  He
noticed a shower, some soap and a towel.  He removed his clothing
and stepped into the shower.  The water was extremely cold.  He
soaped himself down, then exited as quickly as he could.
Vigorously, he rubbed himself with the towel to restore his
circulation and as he reached for his clothing to put them back
on, he noticed several officers, including Lar'a, staring at him
through the now-open door.  Lar'a's eyes swept over him in silent
appraisal and he finished dressing to the sounds of jeers and
laughter.  As he finished dressing, Lar'a entered the room.  She
stared at his groin.  "You certainly are not from here, man.  So
that's what a Vulcan looks like.  Hmm...nice."

Sarek looked at her calmly.  "What happens to me now?" he asked.

She approached him and slapped him hard.  "You will speak only
when spoken to.  Don't forget this."  Lar'a was amazed at the
impudence and defiance of the man.  She could not imagine any man
talking without first obtaining permission.

Sarek remained silent.  The diplomat in Sarek wondered that,
since the opposing sensibilities were so vast, perhaps it was
uncertain if Vulcan and Cabola would ever be able to reach any
sort of trade agreement.

Lar'a stared into his eyes, then reached down and grabbed his
crotch.  Sarek never flinched but his eyes widened slightly.  She
squeezed hard before letting him go.

"Take him to the cells.  Let him think about his transgressions
there."  The two women that accompanied Lar'a shoved him toward
the door and to his cell.

It was an old-style cell, with concrete walls and floor, and a
solid metal door that had a grille in it for the guards to look
in.  There was a sagging bunk along one wall and a bare light
bulb hanging from the ceiling.

Sarek felt the door clang behind him as it was slammed shut and
locked.  He walked around his cell, and noticed a barred window
high on one wall.  He tested the bunk before he sat on it.  He
hoped that they would contact Amanda quickly, but he didn't
honestly think that would happen.

He lay on the bunk with his hands steepled on his chest.  With
his acute hearing, he could hear other prisoners calling out, but
couldn't distinguish the words.  He did notice that all the
voices appeared to be male.  He hoped they were not in pain.
Using the mental techniques he had learned since childhood, he
managed to fall into a light sleep.

He awoke to the sound of his door being opened.  He saw Lar'a
standing at the entrance, pointing a phaser at him.  Then she
fired and blackness overwhelmed him.

As he regained consciousness, his arms and legs felt leaden.  He
tried to move them when he realized that he was tied spread-eagle
on his bunk.  He looked down at his feet to see what kind of
restraints they were using when he saw that he was naked.  The
chill of the damp air seeped into him, causing him to shiver
inwardly.  He looked up to see Lar'a sitting on a wooden chair
holding a small whip, watching him.  "Oh, so you're awake now,
eh?"

She slowly rose from the chair, shoved the handle of the whip in
her belt, and walked to where he was lying.  Obviously, her slow
movements were intended to strike fear into him, and Sarek was
certain that for the other males on Cabola, it was effective.
She pulled out a hypospray and pressed it against his neck.  He
heard the hiss and felt the sting of something being injected.
"This should make you more cooperative.  Loosen you up, as it
were."  Her eyes traveled up and down his body, resting on his
limp cock.  "What have we here?"  She sat on the bunk and fondled
his cock and balls.  "Do they work?" she asked, looking at
Sarek's face for a reaction.

"Am I to answer that?" Sarek asked, marshaling his controls to
keep his voice calm; emotionless.

"Why don't you let your body answer for you?"  She sat on the
edge of the bunk, gave his cock a sharp tug, then settled into a
steady, stroking rhythm.

Sarek tried to exert his bio-controls, but they seemed just out
of his mental reach.  He deduced that he was injected with some
kind of neural inhibitor.  His emotional control was a little
more solid, but the control of his body was as if it was made of
gossamer.  He shook his head and tried again, trying to lessen
the blood flow to his penis, hoping it would not respond to her
ministrations.  She kept up the maddening rhythm, forcing him to
concentrate harder on his body's response to it.  He felt as if
his controls were being blocked, that he had them, but couldn't
use them.  Finally, she let him go and leaned back.  "Maybe you
would prefer another man to get you started," she mused.

Sarek looked at her and said, "I would prefer to be left alone."
He knew he risked being hit again, but his thought processes
seemed muddled.  The drug made him tired and it was eroding the
control on his famed temper.

She didn't hit him.  Instead, she was rather amused by his tone.
"So, you think you're so superior because you're an offworlder,
don't you.  Well, you're not.  You are just another man.
Something to be used; a sex toy for us to amuse ourselves with."
She was the most senior officer in the district and she had
earned the right to satisfy her curiosity and lust with this
creature.  She leaned forward, resting her forearms on her knees.
"Oh, don't worry, we will contact your mistress sometime.  I'm
sure she may even be worried about you.  But first, we get a
crack at you."  With that, she sat up, reached over and squeezed
his testicles, rolling them around with her fingers.  "You like
that, Sarek?"

Sarek's impassive face never reacted.  Instead, he concentrated
on how long he could stand the cold of the cell with no clothing.
Her hands wandered over his chest, tweaking his nipples gently,
so as not to cause pain.  He felt an electric jolt run from his
nipples to his groin.  He was totally at her mercy and he knew
that, but he didn't want to risk real injury by losing his temper
with her.  He tested his bonds as she bent down to suck one of
his nipples, flicking it with her tongue.

She was amused by his efforts to break his bonds.  They were
steel and she was sure that not even a Vulcan could break them,
but she loved the way his muscles rippled when he tried.  She
flicked his other nipple, enjoying the taste of him.

Whenever Amanda sucked on him, he would almost immediately get
hard, but he couldn't allow himself to this time.  Again, he
closed his eyes and tried to assert his bio-controls, but he
could tell they were just out of his mental grasp.

Lar'a reached down to stroke Sarek's cock as she kissed his chest
and belly.  Her strokes were firm but not painful.  In fact, they
were arousing, but he didn't want to respond.  He was disgusted
with his feelings of arousal.  These sensations should be
pleasurable and shared with Amanda, not associated with this
filthy cell and his indignation.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain across his cheek.  She was
standing, holding the whip, annoyance screwing up her perfect
features.  "Do I not arouse you, man?  Maybe pain is something
you would prefer."  She brought the whip down over his belly
sharply.  Sarek tried to block the pain, but couldn't.  Even his
control over pain was gone.  He felt the sharp crack of the whip
across his belly, chest and thighs.  She continued until he was
covered in welts, some of which had broken the skin.  "Now that I
have your attention, I will try this again.  Don't make me beat
you again, man.  It only tires my arm."

Sarek was panting slightly from the pain.  His chest, belly and
legs were burning from the welts and his wrists and ankles were
raw from pulling on the steel bonds.  He sent an alarm to Amanda
over the bond, telling her where he was and to hurry.

Lar'a sat back down on the bunk and picked up Sarek's limp cock
again. The drug blocked his ability to control the pain and his
body's reactions to her fondling.  It made him tired as well.
She tweaked his nipples again, gently avoiding the welts around
them, then brought her mouth down on him, sucking first one in
and then moving to the other.  Again, he felt the electric
current from them to his cock, and it responded.

Lar'a looked down to see it twitch.  Reassured by this minute
reaction, she started stroking it again, slowly but firmly.

Sarek closed his eyes, holding his face still.  // Please,
Amanda, hurry // he sent over the bond.  He could feel his cock
stiffen and the ridges start to flare.  Then he felt wetness as
Lar'a wrapped her lips around the tip.  He opened his eyes to see
her take him into her mouth, her hand still pumping him.  It was
a disconcerting experience, as if he were witnessing an act upon
what he knew to be his person, but not him.

Lar'a tasted her prisoner, reveling in her triumph over him and
his will.  This had always fueled her desire, but with this one,
she had to work harder than any other.  She had tasted her own
species' pre-cum many times, but it never tasted like this drop
of nectar.  His was sweet, almost coppery in taste.  And she
wanted more.  She pumped him faster now, watching the double
ridges fully flare against her hand.   Her other hand rolled his
balls in their loose sack, playing with them.  Then she moved
behind his balls to the entrance to his body.  His body jumped as
she probed his hole with her finger.  He tried to squirm away
from her intruding finger, but his bonds limited his movement.

She pulled her mouth off of his hard cock.  "Where are you going,
man?  You're my plaything and I want to explore you, all of you."
She slid her finger in further against the resistance of the
muscle.  He played this game very well, she mused, as his flesh
filled her mouth again.

Sarek tried to relax, knowing she was going to violate him
regardless of his wishes.  He felt her finger rub against his
prostate, sending another jolt of sensation straight to his
hardened organ.  Despite his best intentions, he started to
thrust into her mouth.  Her finger fucked him as he bucked his
hips.  He felt the urge to climax and his mind had no will left
to resist this.  With his teeth gritted and eyes clenched shut,
he begrudgingly let loose.  His balls contracted as he shot his
load down her throat feeling her throat milking his cock as she
swallowed his seed.  After he had finished, she sat up and wiped
her mouth.  "Mmm, that was good.  We should do this again
sometime."  With that, she stood up, gave his spent cock a final
flick with the handle of the whip and left the cell.

Sarek closed his eyes, trying to shut out his humiliation.  //
Please hurry Amanda.  I need you! //  He started to shiver from
the cold and the rush of sensations he had felt over the past
hour.  He was still naked and tied to the bunk.  Resigned, he
attempted to relax his muscles and succumb to the drug-induced
fatigue.

---

Amanda came back to her room after the sumptuous meal.  She
looked around the room and noticed the note that Sarek had left.
After reading it, she looked out of the window to see if she
could see him in the garden.  After looking for a while from the
balcony of their room and not seeing him, she retired to the
bedroom to change into something more comfortable.  She returned
to the seating room area of the suite, and picked up the notes
she made regarding the upcoming negotiations.  As she did this,
something pricked at the edge of her mind,
something...unsettling.  It was elusive, but there nonetheless.
She shook her head, then returned to her notes, confident that
Sarek had simply become enthralled with some of the more
interesting plants in the gardens below and would be back
shortly.

---

Sarek had not gone to sleep.  He was so very cold lying there
naked in the damp cell. The only sounds in the cell were his
chattering teeth and the rattle of the chains from his shivering.
After about an hour or so, his cell door opened again.  Lar'a
stood there, looking at him, a small smile curling her lips.  His
blood chilled at the sight.

"I had so much fun with you, man, that I though I'd bring some
friends.  I'm sure you won't mind, will you?"  She came into his
cell along with two other guards that he recognized as the ones
that peered at him through the opened door when he finished
showering.

Lar'a approached, injected him with the drug again and said, "You
look cold.  Here," she reached for his organ and squeezed it
hard, "let me warm you up."  She laughed as did the others.  She
withdrew the whip from her belt and laid it across his stomach,
pulling on his penis the entire time.  "I trust you won't make me
use this again, will you?" she sneered.

The other officers came up to the bunk, raking their eyes over
his nude form.  "He is an exotic one, isn't he?" one of the
officers said, licking her lips.  "What does he taste like?"

"See for yourself, " Lar'a said.

The black-haired guard rubbed her hands over his muscular chest,
flicking his nipples.  Sarek winced slightly every time she
rubbed the cuts that had dried blood in them.  This seemed to
enflame her even more.  She licked her lips, then took a nipple
in her mouth.  She bit down hard on it, causing intense pain to
shoot through Sarek's eroded mental defenses.  She drew blood,
then lapped it up, saying, "He tastes good."  She looked at
Lar'a, then at Sarek.  "Really good."

Sarek tried to shore up his controls, but the drug blocked his
efforts.  Lar'a was still pumping his cock, waiting for the
ridges to flare again.  He was not able to control the pain from
the bite, and he was so cold!  Sarek wasn't sure how much longer
he could keep this up, but he knew, as a Vulcan, he could outlast
the three women.

The third guard moved to the foot of the bed.  She stared at his
groin as she kneeled on the floor.  Her hands roamed up and down
his thighs, kneading the muscles of his legs.  Then she reached
his testicles.  She rolled them around her palm, squeezing them
and fondling them roughly.  Then she smiled, and jammed a finger
inside his rectum.  Sarek jumped at the sudden intrusion.  "Ooh,
he likes that," she breathed.  "Here, give me your whip, Lar'a.
Let's see if he likes that too."

Sarek closed his eyes, his controls in tatters.  Again, he tried
to break his shackles, but couldn't.  The three guards laughed at
his efforts, then continued to concentrate on his body.

The third guard was handed the whip.  She centered the blunt end
of it at the entrance to his body and pushed it in suddenly.
Sarek could feel the muscle tear as she rammed it in and out of
his body.  Green blood flowed out of him onto the dirty mattress.
The pain was excruciating and it tore a moan from him.  "See, he
really does like it.  He's getting excited now.  Listen to him
moaning away there."

Sarek's chest was bitten again by the second guard.  Pain lanced
through him as she smeared his blood across his belly.  Lar'a was
sucking on his penis, her tongue twirling around the head, her
hand pumping him relentlessly.  The third guard was fondling his
balls as she rammed the whip handle in and out of him. Sarek had
never experienced pain like this before, not even with his heart
attacks.

Sarek's mind screamed to Amanda // Help me!!  Please!  Get me out
of here! //.  His controls were gone.  Much to his horror, the
tugging on his cock started to arouse him.  He felt himself
getting harder and the ridges start to flare.   The third guard
withdrew the whip handle from his ass and concentrated on his
balls, kneading them and rolling them around with her fingers.
He glanced over and the second guard had her hand down her pants,
her hips thrusting.  She moved to the wooden chair, pulled it
over, then sat with her legs widely spread, fingering herself and
watching.

He felt a wetness on his testicles as the third guard sucked one
in her mouth.

Lar'a saw his penis quiver finally, then a drop of pre-cum
glistened at the head.  "Finally, man.  I thought you would never
respond.  What's the matter, am I losing my touch?"  She leaned
toward him.  "Don't you find me attractive anymore?  You did
earlier.  What changed your mind, man?"  She threw her head back
and laughed.  The third guard's eyes smiled as she sucked in his
other orb.

After a couple of minutes, Sarek ejaculated.  His seed spilled
onto Lar'a's hand and splashed onto his belly.  She licked one
finger, then wiped her hand on his pubic hair.  "Even better the
second time.  Maybe you can become the prison favourite, Sarek.
Would you like that?  I know I would.  Try to get some sleep."
With that, they left the cell, laughing and slamming the door
behind them.  His chest and nipples ached, his penis felt raw,
and his insides were burning.  His tormentors had left him lying
in his own blood.

Sarek closed his eyes and concentrated hard.  // Amanda, please
hurry! //.

---

Amanda's head jerked up suddenly.  That uneasy feeling returned
but much more forcefully!  Sarek!  Something was wrong with
Sarek!  She contacted the front desk of the hotel and asked if
they had seen a Vulcan man recently.  They assured her they
hadn't.  Then she called the local hospitals and medical centers
and asked the same of them.  They assured her that no Vulcan male
had been admitted.  Amanda then contacted the local security
office.  Amanda was told that there were several men in the
lockup, and, since the desk clerk didn't know what a Vulcan
looked like, it might be a good idea for Amanda to come down
personally to claim her man if he was here.  Amanda assured her
that she would be right there.  The feeling of concern for Sarek
increased with each passing minute.  Then, she received another
call for help through the bond.  She was sure Sarek was in deep
trouble and she had to find him fast.

She threw on her cloak and rushed to the lobby.  There she
secured transport to the security office.

---

He hadn't been asleep for more than two hours when he woke again
to the sound of his cell door opening again.  Sarek steeled
himself for more humiliation, but Amanda, not Lar'a, burst into
the dimly-lit room.

"Oh Sarek!  What have they done to you?" she exclaimed.  Amanda
turned to face Lar'a, angrier than she had ever been in her life,
her voice cold as ice.  "I demand an explanation!  What have you
done to him?"

Lar'a lounged against the doorframe and met her gaze calmly.
"Nothing we haven't done to any other man who is stupid enough to
be out walking alone at night."

"You have beaten him!  And tied him up.  Is this normal procedure
for your own citizens?"

"Indeed it is," Lar'a said in a deadly tone.

Amanda halted in her tracks as she suddenly realized that this
world would never be able to deal reasonably with Vulcan or the
Federation.  She just hoped Sarek would remain alive long enough
to make it off this world.  Then they could both warn the
Federation and Vulcan about Cabola.  She walked over to the
corner of the cell where Sarek's clothes had been tossed and
picked up his cloak.  She returned to the bunk and covered him
with it.  Amanda shook in rage and her voice was dangerously low
as she ordered, "I demand that you release him at once."

"Oh, I can release him, but he can't go anywhere tonight.  It's
past curfew and no man can be out after curfew unless he wants to
run afoul of the law again.  I don't think you want that, do
you?"  She smiled at Amanda, knowing that there was nothing she
could do.  It was this helplessness with not only the men, but
also the women that had drawn her to this job in the first place.
Power and autonomy were powerful aphrodisiacs and Lar'a looked
forward to playing with the exotic creature on the bunk again.

"Then I will stay here with him.  I won't have you beating him
again."  She turned to Sarek, trying to undo his shackles.

Lar'a straightened up.  She couldn't understand Amanda's anger at
the treatment of her man.  Other Mistresses were aggravated about
the inconvenience at being asked to come down to claim their men,
but never angry at the treatment their men received.  This
concern for a man confused Lar'a.  "You can't stay in here with
him.  You're a woman and staying her with your man goes against
protocol.  Come out to the office and I'll get you a ride back to
your hotel," Lar'a offered.  "He deserved his beating.  He didn't
cooperate with us.  And, any man that doesn't obey, gets beaten.
It's the law."  She was not about to have this offworlder ruin
her plans for the rest of her shift.  She wanted Sarek again, and
she would have him.

"We asked for your rules regarding men, but never received them,"
Amanda returned, marveling at the incompetence of this planet.
Her face was flushing dangerously again, and her frustration was
beginning to put a strain on her control.

"That is not my concern.  Following the law is and as you well
know, ignorance of the law is not a defense," Lar'a snapped.  She
wanted Amanda to leave, but realized that this off-worlder might
pose a problem later.  She knew what she was doing was borderline
but no one had ever complained before.  This was only a man,
after all.  And it was pleasurable.  She wasn't hurting anyone.

"Please unshackle my....him."  Amanda looked at Lar'a through
narrowed eyes.

Resignedly, she pulled keys from her pocket and sauntered over to
unlock the chains from the bunk's frame.  As she bent over Sarek,
she whispered, "Was it good for you?"

Sarek ignored her as she moved to unlock his feet.

"I am staying here with him."  Amanda sat on the edge of the
bunk.  "How long do we have before it is safe for us to leave?"

"Two hours."  Lar'a shrugged, "Make yourself comfortable, then."
She left, locking the door behind her.

Sarek started to sit up and Amanda helped him.  "It is most
gratifying to see you, my wife.  Were you notified, or did you
detect my message through the bond?"  He attempted to stand, but
Amanda gently urged him back to the bunk.

"Through the bond.  I was told by the officer at the main desk
that you had been charged with being unescorted on a city street.
How ridiculous!"  Amanda crossed the room and gathered up the
rest of his clothing.  Then she helped him put them on.  Only
then did she notice that there was green blood on the mattress
between Sarek's legs and his cock and belly were sticky.  She
looked at his face searchingly.  "What else did they do to you,
Sarek?  And tell me the truth.  Were you raped?"

Sarek looked at her, not knowing what to say.  He wasn't sure if
he had been.  He had ejaculated...twice.  Because he responded,
was it called rape?  "I am not sure, Amanda.  I do know that I
was assaulted," he whispered.  "I could not help myself.  She
injected me with a drug, and when I did not respond, she beat me,
or threatened to have another man come and attempt to arouse me.
I knew I did not want that.  The drug inhibited my controls and I
found myself responding.  I had hoped that she would then leave
me along, but it did not work.  She returned with two others and
it was much worse."  His voice was so soft, Amanda had to lean
closer to him to hear what he was saying.

"Never mind, my love.  Let's just get you out of here.  We can
deal with this later."  Amanda was lost.  She didn't know what to
say or do for Sarek.  She wanted to gather him up in her arms and
tell him everything was going to be ok.  But he was a Vulcan.
How would he respond to that?  Would he only seek a logical
explanation for what happened to him?  Would he retain scars from
this experience?  She didn't know, and she was sure Sarek didn't
know either.  A healer back on Vulcan may be able to erase the
psychological damage, reducing the experience to an abstract
concept.  That is the Vulcan way, but would it be enough, Amanda
wondered?

She helped him get dressed and it tore at her heart to see how
painfully Sarek moved.  They then held each other until they were
allowed to leave.

---

When they returned to the hotel, Sarek went immediately to the
bathroom.  Amanda heard the shower running and entered the
bathroom to wait until he finished.  He wasn't long as the water
stung his welts and cuts.  He emerged from it flushed green and
noticed Amanda sitting on the counter.  He quirked an eyebrow at
her. "Yes?"

"I just wanted to be around you, beloved.  Do you want to tell me
about last night?"

"No.  When is today's session?"

She saw his desire to change the subject, so she said, "I'm late
for it now.  But they can wait."  She proceeded to tell him how
the dinner went.  "I made some notes for you to go over, but they
can wait too."  Even after his shower, he still looked awful.
His groin was bruised as was his face.  His chest and belly were
covered in welts and small cuts, and Amanda noticed what looked
like bite marks on his breasts.  Her anger welled up again,
flushing her face.

"No, I can look at them now, but I will try to meditate after the
session."  He took her hand and looked deep into her eyes.
"Thank you for staying with me last night.  I did not wish to be
alone."

Amanda started slightly at his admission.  "It was the least I
could do."  Her eyes softened as she said this.  "You would have
done the same for me, no?"

Sarek smiled just a wisp of the smile that was hers alone.
"Agreed.  Now, allow me to dress so I can look at those notes."
Amanda looked at him, concerned.

Sarek attended the negotiating sessions with her as planned.  The
women in the room were shocked by his presence and more so, by
his appearance.  He had no time to initiate a healing trance, so
his face still bore the marks of his beatings.  He sent constant
reassurances to Amanda over the bond every time he felt her anger
rise.

A corner of Amanda's mind was on Sarek's brutal treatment.  She
felt her eyes harden whenever the Cabolans spoke.  How could an
allegedly civilized planet allow this to happen?  How could they
not have seen the warning signs when they prepared for this
mission?  This planet seemed to be a world of peace, but clearly
it was not so.  Half of their population was oppressed.  And no
one seemed to care but her and Sarek.  She also realized the
Prime Directive tied her hands.  She could not interfere with the
Cabolan culture, much as she wanted to.   She just wanted to
conclude these negotiations and get off this planet as soon as
she could.  Until then, she would not let Sarek out of her sight.

---

That evening, Sarek engaged a light healing trance that Amanda
helped him out of three hours later.  The bruising had almost
disappeared from his face and groin, and the cuts and welts on
this chest, belly and legs were much improved.  He assured her
that his rectum was repaired as well, but would not let her check
for herself.

He attempted to meditate after Amanda's inspection of him, but
spent two hours in a fruitless attempt.  Even that had deserted
him when he needed it the most.  He ran the disturbing experience
through his mind, wondering what he could have done differently.
He disliked what had happened to him, felt intense emotions when
he thought of Lar'a and the other guards, and wanted to leave
this planet as soon as possible.  He knew he had to release the
anger he was feeling, but it wasn't easy.  He tried once again to
call upon all the techniques he had been taught to get him
through this.

Amanda had asked if he was raped.  He didn't know.  Was he?  Was
it rape if he had ejaculated?  If his body had responded?  He
felt violated, but was it the same as for a woman?  He had no way
of knowing.  He could only deal with what he knew.  He knew he
had to perform an intellectual deconstruction of the emotions he
was feeling, but his efforts were unsuccessful as yet.  It would
be a matter of time before he was able to do this.

After his third attempt at meditation, things slowly began to
fall into place in his mind.  He began to accept the philosophy
of kaiidth.  He contemplated the waste of lives upon Cabola as he
knew that once his report was made, Cabola would be lost to the
Federation unless they voluntarily changed their ways.  The Prime
Directive forbade them from interfering with their culture, even
to teach them about other ways.  Sarek wondered briefly how the
universe could allow this kind of culture to develop in the first
place, but it did.  Kaiidth.  The universe always found a balance
and he hoped perhaps that one day, Cabola would, too, find a
balance.

---

Two days later, they were on a Starship headed back to Vulcan.
Amanda noticed that Sarek seemed more himself now.  His body was
more relaxed and his features were the usual calm she had come to
expect.

In the privacy of their stateroom, Amanda ordered tea for them
both from the replicator.  They sat side by side on the couch,
sipping it.  "You seem much better this afternoon, Sarek.  I must
assume you have been able to resume your meditations?"

"Yes.  I discerned that there was nothing I could have done about
my situation.  I tried to break the shackles but couldn't.  She
was armed with weaponry, and I had nothing with which to protect
myself.  I was her prisoner in all ways, and men have no rights
on that planet.  The philosophy of kaiidth was in full effect,
but I did not see that at the time.  Now, I see it.  The only
thing I could have done differently, was not leave the hotel
room.  But I did.  Kaiidth.  It is a difficult philosophy, but it
is true in this case."

"It's easier said than done, though," Amanda mused.  "The hard
part is actually letting go of any guilt you might feel about
your going for a walk."

"Not guilt so much as second guessing my judgment, Amanda.  I
finally resolved this during my meditations.  It is behind me
now.  Let it now be behind us."  Sarek leaned closer and kissed
her.  "Perhaps I can show you what I mean."  He put his tea down
and picked up her hand gently.  They stood, and Sarek led her
into the bedroom.  "But our tea will get cold, Sarek," Amanda
said, that old twinkle returning to her eye.

"Hang the tea!"

---

When they arrived on Vulcan, Sarek made an appointment to see the
family Healer, Solkan.  He had been very reluctant to talk about
his experience in the Cabolan jail, even evasive, and Amanda
hadn't pressed the issue.  She figured that he would tell her in
due time.  He tried to make love to her on the starship that
brought them home, but was unable to.  Amanda held him in her
arms that night instead of Sarek's usual embrace of her.  He
hadn't touched her since their return and Amanda was becoming
concerned.  That was not like him at all.

Several days later, Amanda was home alone.  Sarek was catching up
on paper work that had piled up on his desk while he was on
Cabola.  The comm unit sounded and Amanda reached over to
activate it.  It was Solkan.

"Yes, Healer Solkan.  How may I be of service?" Amanda asked.
She was expecting him to ask for Sarek.

"I wish to speak to you, T'sai Amanda.  When would be a
convenient time?"

Amanda started slightly at his request.  Although he was the
family's Healer, Sarek saw him more often that she did.  "I am
free now.  What do you wish to talk about?"

"I would prefer you to come to my office if that is acceptable."
Solkan's black eyes studied her closely.

"I will be there shortly."  Amanda signed off and wondered what
he could want to talk to her about?  Was Sarek alright?  Was he
injured more than she thought he was?  She knew speculation was
illogical, so she got into the air car and went to Solkan's
office.

The receptionist greeted her and showed her to Solkan's office
immediately.  A few minutes later, he arrived.  He was wearing a
white, light overtunic and beige pants.  He was tall, and thin
with the most piercing black eyes Amanda had ever seen.  She
guessed his age around 105 or so, but it was so hard to tell with
Vulcans.

He sat behind his desk and leaned toward her slightly.  "I will
be blunt with you, T'sai.  I have been your family's healer for
15.7 years and I feel I know you well.  The questions I need to
ask are of a personal nature.  May I continue?"  He looked at her
and waited for her response.

"Certainly, Solkan.  What is the matter?  Is this about Sarek?"
Amanda started to become more concerned.

"Yes, it is.  Tell me, how has he been behaving since your return
from Cabola?"

"He seems fine.  Why?"

"Let me ask this.  I know you and he are sexually active outside
of his Time.  How has your sexual experiences been since you have
returned from Cabola?  Are they the same as they were before you
left?"

Amanda blushed at the thought of this austere Vulcan asking her
about her sex life.  But if it were to help Sarek..."No, things
are not the same as before we left.  How did you know?"

"I am not divulging any confidences.  You are his bondmate.
Sarek informed me things were not the same and he is concerned
about this.  He feels you will become dissatisfied with him if he
continues in his present course of abstinence."

"I could never be dissatisfied with him.  How could he think
that?"

"Nevertheless he does.  He told me what happened to him when he
was incarcerated."

"That's more than he's told me.  He's evaded every question I've
asked him."

"He is suffering from mild impotence.  I have done some research
and believe I have a solution, but it may not be to your liking.
Sarek needs to revisit the situation without the impact of
negativity that he endured in jail.  He needs to engage in a
similar experience with positive results.  I believe this would
be a logical bridge between the event in jail and his being able
to finally come to terms with it."

Amanda sat back in her chair.  Solkan was suggesting that she
become dominant with Sarek.  They had done this in the past very
occasionally, but she was sure Sarek would never have mentioned
that to Solkan.  Perhaps he had a point.  If Sarek relived the
experience with a positive, loving result, maybe he would be able
to make love to her.  It was definitely worth a try.  "I will
try, Solkan."

"That is all I ask."

---

Several weeks after her talk with Solkan, Sarek and Amanda were
sitting in the living room after a hard day of teaching classes
at the Vulcan Science Academy.  End meal was finished and the
kitchen cleaned of dirty dishes.  Amanda looked over to Sarek who
was reading and noticed that he seemed quite relaxed tonight.
Amanda thought that now would be a good time to try Solkan's
suggestion as she remembered that she promised him payback for
his teasing.  She got up from her chair and went into their
bedroom.  Sarek looked up briefly from his book, then immersed
himself back into the story.

Amanda closed the bedroom door, and changed into an outfit she
had ordered shortly after she talked with Solkan.  She felt
slightly naughty dressed as she was, but was sure Sarek would
approve...eventually.  She lit some candles and incense around
the room.  She strategically placed them to create the most
pleasing aura she could.  She turned down the bed, took a deep
breath to steel her courage, and sat in her chair facing a
reflective window.  Her back was to the door, but she would be
able to see Sarek when he entered the room.  "Sarek, come here,
please." she called.

Sarek, again, looked up from his book.  "Where are you, my wife?"

"I'm in the bedroom.  I require your presence here now."  Her
tone had hardened.

Sarek frowned and put his book down.  He rose from the chair and
crossed the room to the hallway.  He went up the three steps then
entered the first door on his right.  When he entered, he noticed
that incense was burning and the room was lit by candlelight
only.  He looked to the bed and noticed the covers turned down.
He could not immediately see his wife.  "Amanda?"

She rose from the chair, and Sarek stared at her in disbelief,
then lust.  His beautiful wife wore tall leather boots, a leather
vest that barely contained her full breasts, and a leather garter
belt, which attached to black stockings.  She had nothing else
on.  "I will not hurt you, Sarek.  But I do believe that I owe
you some payback."

"Payback?  I do not understand.  Payback for what, my wife?"
Sarek was clearly confused.

"Payback for your teasing when we were on Cabola.  You will
address me as Mistress, just as you did there.  You will do what
I say, just as you did there.  Is this understood?"

Sarek looked at her, his eyes darkening in pleasure.  "Yes,
Mistress.  Shall I close the door first?"

"That would be acceptable."  Amanda thought that Sarek would
still be a little gun-shy after his sexual assault in the Cabolan
jail, but she also knew that he enjoyed her dominance of him
every now and then.  She hoped this was one of those times.  She
would make sure that she watched him carefully for any signs of
discomfort.

Sarek closed the door, stood in front of Amanda with his hands
clasped behind his back and waited for further orders.

"I wish to see you naked, Sarek.  Remove your clothing...slowly."
Amanda walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, the
sound of her boots muffled in the rug.

Sarek raised an eyebrow, then slowly undid the clasps of his
over-tunic.  He slid it off his shoulders and arms and threw it
onto the end of the bed, all the while looking at the woman he
loved.  As he was undoing his shirt, Amanda barked, "Come here.
I wish to feel you as you strip."

He moved toward her, continuing to unbutton his shirt.  He had
just undone the last button when he arrived to where she was
sitting.  Amanda rubbed her hands sensuously over his chest,
flicking his nipples erect with her fingers.  She spread her legs
and wrapped her arms around his waist pulling him closer to her.
Her hot mouth suckled on his nipple as her hands kneaded his ass
through his pants.  Sarek felt her tongue flick his erect nubs
and moaned in pleasure.

Amanda released him before ordering him to remove his pants.  He
complied, his cock springing free of its confines.  She took his
organ in her hand and began to pump him slowly.  "Lie on your
back on the bed.  I want to take my time and see your beauty."

Sarek withdrew himself from her hand and lay as he was
instructed.  His penis jutted into the air and his balls lay
heavy between his spread legs.  "Is this pleasing to you,
Mistress?"

"Oh yes," she crooned.  "Very."  She grasped his cock again and
stroked along the length of him.

Sarek eyes widened as her mouth encircled the head of his penis,
eliciting a drop of pre-cum from the slit.   He carded his
fingers through her hair as she sucked and licked the head.  "Is
this permitted, Mistress?" he gasped.

She let him slide out of her mouth and licked her lips before
answering.  "For now.  You may continue."  She loved him touching
her and didn't want to deny him tonight.  She removed her mouth
from his cock and watched his face very carefully.  Slowly, she
moved her hand behind his balls and brushed over his private hole
softly.

Sarek jumped and tensed as she touched him.  He watched her
warily as she continued to brush over his rectum.  "Relax, Sarek.
I'm not going to hurt you, beloved.  Honest."

His erection started to wilt.  Amanda pumped him more firmly,
with the long strokes he liked.  He didn't wilt further.  Amanda
rubbed her finger in his pre-cum and brushed his hole again.
Slowly, she inserted her finger, pausing to let him relax his
muscle.  She watched his face very carefully, looking for any
signs that he may become agitated.  His eyes were closed and he
was more tense than normal, but his erection held.  She kept
telling him how much she loved him, and how good he felt in her
hand.

Sarek felt her finger enter him.  He knew he was in his bedroom
in ShiKahr with the woman he loved.  Her finger brushed his
prostate and his cock twitched in her hand.  He was harder than
he had been in a long time.  He wanted the feelings he was
experiencing to continue forever!  His love for Amanda exploded
over their bond and Amanda looked at him with love in her eyes.
Her Sarek was back!

He rocked into her hand and pushed back against her invading
finger.  She finger-fucked him in time to her stroking his cock.
She felt his ridges flare against her hand.

The bond between them flared at their intimacy.  She could tell
Sarek was relaxed, so she continued her payback plans.  She slid
her finger out of his ass and sat up.  "I wish to watch you touch
yourself, Sarek."

Sarek stared at her.  "Are you sure, Amanda?" he asked.

"You must call me Mistress, and yes, Sarek, I'm sure."

"Very well, Mistress."  Sarek lowered his hands to his groin and
grabbed his erect organ.  He stroked himself slowly, watching the
expression on Amanda's face as he did.  His other hand reached
for his testicles and hefted them.  He rolled them around with
his fingers, tugging on them gently.  His fist soon became
covered with his slick fluids as he pumped his cock faster.
Amanda watched as the jade-green head appeared and disappeared in
his fist.  Soon, Sarek's eyes closed as he began to thrust
forcefully into his own hand.

"Kroykah!" Amanda yelled.  "Save some for me.  Remove your hands,
Sarek."  He hesitated.  "Now!" she said firmly.

He did, and she straddled him quickly before his erection could
wilt.  It remained firm, much to her joy.  Centering the head of
his penis at her wet opening, she lowered herself onto him.  She
could feel the steel of his shaft covered by the silk of his
skin.  Raising herself up until just the tip was still embedded,
she sat down again, quickly.  As she sat down, Sarek thrust
upwards, deepening the stroke.  Soon the sound of flesh slapping
flesh filled the candle-lit room.  Sarek grabbed her hips to
deepen his thrusts, then threw back his head and shuddered with
his orgasm.  His hot semen drenched her insides, then flowed out
of her onto his pubic hair and balls.

Amanda's fluids washed over his lap as her orgasm ripped through
her and across the bond to him.  Bonelessly, she slumped onto his
chest, the leather feeling cool against his skin.  "That was for
teasing me.  I hope you've learned your lesson, Sarek," she
murmured.

"Of course.  It has taught me to tease you more often."  His eyes
sparkled in the candlelight.  He lifted her off of his softening
penis and laid her beside him.

He got up and blew out all the candles, went to the bathroom and
brought back a damp cloth.  Lovingly, he cleaned his wife,
stripped her of the leather and covered her with the sheet.  She
was almost asleep by the time he had finished.  He stood and
looked at her.  His heart swelled with the love he had for her,
but could never express.  Slowly, he got into bed and wrapped his
arms around her, pulling her close to him.  Sleepily, she
snuggled closer and fell back asleep.  He kissed her head softly
and followed her.

---

The End