Title: "The things learned…."

Rated R

Series: Enterprise!

Author: Andorian Ice Princess

Contact: jazzy_888@yahoo.com

Summary: Trip is kidnapped by a group of hostile aliens while on an away mission. T'Pol must rescue him, and learns a few things about her dark side. (mild bondage)

Disclaimer: Enterprise and its characters are owned by
the B boys (Berman & Braga) and Paramount. No copyright
infringement is intended by this flight of fancy, and no money
is being made from it.

Trip couldn’t remember a thing that happened, well barely. Him and T'Pol were scouting out the new planet they landed on. It was supposed to be uninhabited. Enterprise was doing repairs for a few days, and they had volunteered, together, to investigate this supposedly barren planet. They landed, all was seemingly normal in the beginning, then all hell broke loose. The last thing he remembered was a phase-pistol fight, T'Pol calling his name, and then losing consciousness. Where was he? Where was T'Pol? Was she okay?

He tried to move but found himself unable to do so. His eyes adjusted to the blackness he found himself surrounded in. He tried again to move, but this time found that his hands were tied tightly behind his back, his feet tied tightly together and he was gagged with a thick piece of musty smelling cloth. At least the rest of him was still in tact. But where was he? Who’s prisoner was he? And where the heck was T'Pol? He tried to struggle against his bonds but found it to no avail. Whoever had captured him, did their job well. He was not going anyplace unless they let him go. Now the big question was, who was they? And what did they want with him? His struggling must have woken someone up because he heard noises coming towards him. He tried to call out, but all that came out were muffled cries. When the lights came on in the room where he was being held, Trip was able to finally to see his surroundings and the people holding him captive.

He looked around to see that he was lying in the middle of what appeared to be a person’s room. He was on some sort of makeshift bed and there were personal artefacts all around the room. He then saw them. There were three of them. One female and two males, as least that is what he thought they were. They were speaking in some sort of hushed language and looking down at him. He felt totally and completely helpless. He wanted to get out of there quick, but was of course unable to do so.

"But you said I can keep him dad." Said the girl in a hushed tone, looking down at the gift her father had brought her back from his hunting trip.

"But what if the other one he was with comes back to claim him?" her father asked, looking down at the helpless young man on his daughters bed.

"Well you can just get rid of her, unless brother here wants a playmate also?" she said questioning her brother.

"Nah. I have enough of those. But if the other one does come, it will be my great pleasure to get rid of them. Why do you want a human so badly anyways sister? They are weak and fragile? And I don’t like his looks. He looks like he can’t be trusted." He said with a smirk to Trip.

Man I hate this. Why do they have to look at me like I am some sort of thing they just bought or a prize they just won. Trip of course did not realize the seriousness of the situation he was in. He was also very worried about T'Pol. What happened to her? His thoughts tried to focus on her. He remembered her calling his name with some sort of desperation, then all went black. They had put up a hard fight, but were taken by surprise, so his captors had the upper hand. He put his thoughts aside and returned to trying to listen to the conversation unfold from the people before him.

"Well I’ll make you a deal daughter. If the other one does not come back to claim him in a few days he is yours. But if there is substantial proof that the other one has a greater claim then you, for example as a mate already, then will you willingly let him go?" asked the father.

A mate? What was he talking about? Trip wondered to himself. Did he think that him and T'Pol were married? It seemed to be. But if that was the case, then it seemed that that would be the only thing that would save him. But how would he find T'Pol to tell her that? What if she came to retrieve him and he didn’t have a chance to tell her what the reason would be to let him go? What if she got killed trying to save him? He couldn’t live with himself if anything happened to her.

"Well I guess I will have to." Said the daughter, who deep down inside had absolutely no intention of ever letting the handsome human before her ever leave this place alive. He would be her playmate forever, or he would die. He would know the choice. Human’s were weak. He would give in willingly. But hopefully not to much, as she was looking forward to breaking him. And if he did belong to another female, she would simply do away with her and keep him for herself. She smiled a wicked smile at the helpless man before her on her bed.

"May I have a few minutes before supper with him father?" she asked eagerly, wanting the males to leave.

"Yes I suppose you may. But remember come for dinner when you are called, you will have plenty of time to play with him afterwards."

With that the father and son turned and left. Trip realized that the voices of reason had left him alone, helpless, and at her mercy. He started to struggle even harder, but realized that the ropes were cutting into his hands and feet. He gave up in exhaustion and slumped his head back down. All the while she just watched him. Man he was handsome. What a prize. She would be the envy of all her friends. She would have to show him off to them. To make them all jealous. And they would be. Just look at him. A handsome human for her to play with for the rest of his life. She moved to the bed and pushed him back a bit farther on it. Now Trip was trapped between the bed and her. He tried to talk to her, but only muffled sounds came out.

"There is a reason your mouth has been stopped. I don’t want you to yell for help. But if you nod your head and promise that you will not yell when I removed the cloth I’ll take it out for awhile." She looked down at him and started to stroke his face where the gag was. Trip tried to pull away but she caught his head with her hand and held it fast in her grip. He was going to do what she said or he would pay for it. So he resigned himself to the fact that she had won this round and nodded his head yes.

She helped him sit up so that his back was resting on the cold stone wall. His cut and bleeding hands actually welcomed the cold and made him a little more alert to his surroundings.

She moved even closer to him and put her legs around his. She pushed up his bound feet so that his knees where almost touching his chest. She would not wait to see what his body looked like under his clothing. Then she moved herself so that his legs were between hers. She put her elbows on his knees and stared into his handsome gagged face. She stroked his hair and face causing him to jerk away slightly but then resist when she gave him a little slap across the face. It was not hard, but he had already been struck on the left side and any touching there just hurt all the more. She then moved in closer and un-tied the gag around his mouth.

Trip coughed when she finally removed the cloth. His mouth was so dry and he needed to drink water and fast.

"Is that better, my handsome playmate?" she asked in a coy voice.

"Your what?" he deep husky voice answered.

"Well actually you will have to be anything I want you to be." She laughed.

"A-and just h-how long will that be?" he stuttered, now fully aware of the bad situation he was in.

"For as long as you live, silly." She tapped him playfully on the chin.

"Is there anything I can do for you before supper?" she asked him shyly.

Is she really coming on to me? You have got to be kidding. Like I would ever be turned on by her? And as if being held captive by a woman would ever turn me on? Now if it was T'Pol? That would be a different story. Would it? His inner voice scolded? Well maybe he argued back. She is offering you something, say the first logical thing that comes to your mind.

"Can you untie me? I am starting to hurt." Duh-said his inner voice.

"Um, nope! But I can get you some water. Would you like that?" she asked as if she would ever let him go.

"Well I guess that would be the next best thing." He said sarcastically.

"Okay." With that she jumped off the bed and went to fetch a cup of water for him. He again struggled in his position, but his body was just to weak and sore to fight the ropes right now. He would have time later for that. He was also worried about T'Pol. He knew that she would never just abandon him. But how did she really feel about him? Sure they had their moments on the ship, but now when he was in serious trouble, what would she do?

The daughter came back to the bed with a small cup of water. She held it to his parched lips and he drank greedily. She started to pull the last bit of water from his mouth, causing him to spout water down his face and uniform. She did that on purpose.

"Oh my, I am sorry. Here let me clean you up." With that she pulled his legs back to the outward position and grabbed the cloth gag and started to wipe his face clean. She then continued down his chest and was about to reach his lap when the father called her for dinner.

Saved by the bell, he sighed.

"Oh daddy!" she moaned. "Well I have to go for dinner now. I’ll bring some back later, so that you can try our food. But I have to leave you know." She put the cup away and reached for the gag. Trip knew what was coming and started to protest. But before he could get out two words she had the large cloth stuffed back into his mouth and tied tightly behind his head. He struggled as she put it on, but she won the battle.

"I just can’t leave you without it you know. You might try to call for help. And then I would have to punish you. Would you really want that?"

Trip could only shake his head no. She then moved him back onto his lift side, a lying position, and went down stairs for supper. She turned and made one last look at the handsome captive human struggling for his life on her bed. She was definitely going to have some fun breaking him in. But since he was more handsome than the other playmates she had before, she decided to take it nice and slow, she would only hurt him a bit to show him who was boss. But if he ever betrayed her and tried to escape then she would show him her true self.

Trip struggled again on the bed he tried to call out, but it was no use. I am just using energy, he told himself. I have to save it. He lay back down on the soft bed and tried to recall what happened to T'Pol. He remembered the fight. She had taken on the father and daughter. He as left to contend with the son. He was winning the battle when he heard her call out. He thought she needed help, that was his last mistake. For when he turned his back on the son, his world went dark. The last thing he remembered was T'Pol calling his name. What happened to her? Did they kill her? Did she escape? Did she contact Enterprise? Surely their repairs could wait until the two of them were safely aboard. Where are you T'Pol? I need you. I need your help. Please help me!

Something inside of her, shook her awake. It was a faint call. It was Trip’s voice, at least she thought it was. Her thoughts were so fuzzy, and her head still had a distinct ringing in it. She remembered the fight, well the ambush. Her and Trip were just going to start dinner, on this supposedly barren planet, when they were attacked. There were three of them. They seemed to be more interested in Trip than in her, but she could have been mistaken. She remembered fighting two of them, a male and a female. The female kept calling to the one fighting Trip, not to hurt or damage him, which she found strange. She remembered calling his name, and seeing him being struck from behind with a blow to the head. She remembered him falling down and her trying to get to him, but being stopped by the elder male. They fought some more, but he succeeded in throwing her down the ravine.

"Trip!" she called out. She tried several more times, but only got silence in return. She climbed to the top of the ravine and found him gone. She found a few traces of blood from where his head had hit the ground. I hope he is okay, she thought. She found herself worried for him. How strange, since worry is a human emotion. But something inside of her did not like it when the daughter kept telling her brother not to damage him. What where her intentions towards Trip? She found herself jealous at the thought of him being at the mercy of another woman, who was not her. How strange. This planet was bringing out human emotions in her that she didn’t think she had. She picked up some supplies and started to track the group that had taken Trip captive. I hope he is okay.

Then she remembered the voice, his voice, calling to her. He needed her help. Was he okay? Was he hurt? What were they doing to him. She pushed those thoughts aside as she found herself distracted at the thought of Trip being helpless in the power of another woman. It should be her! Wait a minute, said her inner voice, what are you saying? You want Commander Tucker at your mercy? Helpless in front of you? No! She argued back. And at the same time she was turned on at the thought. But she pushed it aside as she saw lights up head and decided to investigate. If this was the house she would have do disguise herself so that she would not be noticed. But with what? As she got closer she noticed some clothing on a line nearby. She grabbed them and set back to the ship to modify an outfit for her. She still had the wig from when they visited that planet and decided to use some of the local plant and fruit to disguise her skin tone. I hope he is okay, and can hang on until I get there.

He lay his head back down on the bed. Did she hear him? Could she hear him? Did she want to hear him? He had drifted off to sleep when he heard soft foot steps approaching. He decided to play sleeping and she what she had in mind for him. He shuddered at any thoughts that entered his mind just then.

Look at him asleep. I will certainly be the envy of all the girls around. I shall have a party to show him off. I might even let one of them have him for a time, if they pay me enough. She smiled at the thought. But she would have to lay some rules regarding him. No one could hurt him but her, no one could touch him in an intimate way but her, and no one could mate with him but her. A wicked smiled broadened at the last thought. She set the plate of food down and crept over to the bed. She saw him stir and decided it was time for him to wake up and eat.

"Time for supper." She said to him.

Trip decided not to respond to see what she would do, big mistake. She kicked him in the leg with her boot. He cried out in pain. If the gag had not been there he was sure the whole planet would have heard him.

T'Pol’s head jerked up. For an instant she felt a stab of pain. Trip is that you? She would have to hurry.

He looked up at her with painful eyes. Why? Was all he could question.

"This will teach you to awaken whenever I come into the room." She once again propelled him to a sitting position with his knees touching his chest and sat down in front of him. She slowly removed the gag, as if relishing in the thought that he was so helpless against her. She pulled it from his mouth. He coughed a bit, but did not say a word.

"I think you must be hungry." She said bringing the plate of steaming food to him. She picked up a hot morsel and shoved it into his mouth. Since it was so hot he could only spit it back out. Big mistake. She backhanded him in the mouth, causing his lower lip to split and bleed.

"You do not seem to understand the rules, very well captive. I can see I’ll have great pleasure in breaking you in."

"Breakin’ me in? Your kiddin’ right? Ma’am I am Starfleet trained, and it will be a cold day in hell, when I do anything willin’ for you." He said back defiantly. He pulled his head back and shut his eyes and waited for a blow, but none came. He opened then again only to find her smiling at him.

"You will! I knew you would be like this. Stubborn and rude. And I am happy that you did not disappoint me. This will make my domination over you that much more fun." She said moving in closer. Then she roughly grabbed his chin and held his face in place while she moved in closer. She looked directly into his eyes and said, "and make no mistake, I will dominate you, or I will take great pleasure in your slow death." She let go of his chin with a jerk and grabbed another piece of food. Trip decided to take the food since he was starving and he could think better on a full stomach. He chewed each piece very slowly stalling for time. And since she didn’t seem to mind all the better. Supper went on for about 15 minutes then she pulled the food away.

"Not so much right now. I really want you to appreciate it next time. Now it’s time to see what you look like underneath all those strange clothes."

"Pa-pardon?" Trip said choking on his words. "Wh-why do you want to do that?" he said nervously. There was no way he was going to allow this female to undress him. But if only there was more he could do to help himself.

"Because you are my playmate and I want to see all of you." She said pulling him back into a lying position on the bed.

"I won’t let you." He shouted. Before he could react she again was on top of him and roughly stuffed the gag back into his mouth. She then jammed it in with her fist. He fought against her but since she was straddling his waist he was fighting a losing battle. She then punched him on the left side where the bruise already was and caused a little blood to come up, then she stopped and looked down at his bloody face. The cut on his lip opened up and the blood was being soaked up by the cloth. The left side of his face was now turning a dark color and was bleeding.

T'Pol! His mind screamed out. Help me!

T'Pol’s head jerked up again from the costume she as making. This time she was sure she heard his voice. He sounded like he was in a lot of pain. He was in trouble and needed her to help him.

"Hold on Trip, I’ll be there to help you shortly." She said out loud. She hurried with the last few pieces and then took to getting ready.

"Still want to fight against me?" she screamed an inch from his face.

All he could do was shake his head no in defeat. She as winning. She knew it and he hated it with every fibre of his being. But since he was so helpless to stop her, all he could do was give in. At least she can’t break my spirit. When I am free I’ll kill her and then get the hell outta here. I just hope that it’s sooner rather than later.

She went and retrieved some more rope from a pile and brought them to the bed. She tied his feed to the end post so that even if his hands were free he could not get away. Then she tied a loose rope around his neck and tied it to the top of the bed. Now if he sat up he would strangle himself. She had again won this round. She then turned him over on his side and untied his hands. Trip was grateful for the brief freedom and he grabbed his wrists to rub them. But it was to be short lived. He tried to grab at the gag in his mouth but she slapped his hand down.

"Unless you want to be tied even tighter this time, I suggest you leave that in. I like you with it." She laughed, while he seethed at her.

She unzipped the front of his uniform down to his waist and stopped and looked at him, "I’ll save that for later." And laughed. She eyed the tight back T-shirt that covered his obviously well developed chest, which would be exposed soon enough.

He just rolled his eyes and laid his head back down on the bed to rest his neck from the rope that was biting into it.

Then she jumped off the bed and retrieved some more rope. She moved around to the top of the bed and roughly grabbed one arm and began tying it to the frame she did the same to the other until he was tied to the bed, and unable to get up. She took off the rope around his neck and sat down beside him. She started to rub her hands all over his muscular chest and arms. Trip struggled each time she would touch him, but she just laughed. He gave up when he finally realized that she was enjoying it more when he would struggle under her. This had to end soon he prayed. She pulled up his T-shirt to his neck and just stared at his naked chest. Wow! She breathed, he was beautiful. Was a body! So developed, so muscular, so mine! She started to laugh. She would make sure that he was not damaged to much so that she would be able to enjoy him for many years to come. The thoughts of what lay ahead made her even more happy.

Trip again tried to pull his arms free, just making her eyes shine each time his muscles would flex. He again tried to talk but it was not use, as he was gagged to effectively.

Where are you T'Pol?

T'Pol hurried through the forest to their dwelling. She could tell this by the supplies they had taken from their camp and left outside. She would say she was a traveller who was attacked by two people and had no place to spend the night, due to the fact that she had no money. She came near to the dwelling and noticed the father in the yard chopping wood that would obviously heat the house for the night. It was a crude home, but at the same time it looked like it had withstood many a skirmish.

"Hello." She called out.

The father looked up from his duties to see the young woman approaching. She was somewhat striking in appearance, with lightish pink skin and long dark hair, dressed in somewhat familiar clothing.

"Can I help you?" he called back.

T'Pol came just short of the fence and stopped, she did not want to appear to hasty.

"I hope so. I am a traveller from another place and I was attacked by two people. They took most of my possessions and money that I had. And I was wondering if you might know of a place that would put up a guest for the night so that I would not have to sleep on the cold ground." She said trying to show some emotion to disguise her voice.

"Well the nearest town is about 10 miles that way. But it’s getting late and a woman should not be travelling alone at night in these here parts. I would be happy to put you up for the night if you would like." He offered.

"That would be kind, but I have nothing with which to repay you and I don’t want to be an imposition."

"Not at all. We don’t get many visitors this way, so it might be nice. Besides it might be nice for my daughter to talk to another female, if you don’t mind that." He chuckled.

"I am sure that would be fine, and thank you very much." She gathered up her one bag and opened the gate and headed towards him. She felt a bit of apprehension at first. Would he notice her? The fight was not very long and neither her or the daughter made very much eye contact with her, they were too interested in how the brother was treating Trip. Well here goes nothing, she told herself. Hold on Trip I am a few minutes away.

She looked down at him still struggling on the bed. "I just love having a handsome helpless all to myself. Just thinking of all the things I am going to do to you, makes my heart beat fast." She pulled the gag from his mouth. But before he could say a word she was on top of his mouth kissing him. It was rough biting kisses. Nothing pleasant at all. She continued to assault his face, all the while not knowing what was going on down stairs. He tried to cry out but she just covered his mouth with hers. He continued to struggle and move his face from side to side to avoid her, but she just followed him each time, kissing another part of his face. He tried to cry out but was again smothered by her mouth over his.

What was that? She thought. Was that Trip crying out? What is that woman doing to him? She had to remain calm, for if she gave herself away, they were both dead. But she still couldn’t get his cry out of her head.

When she had exhausted herself kissing him, she sat up.

"Was that as good for you as it was for me?" she asked playfully.

"Um-no!" he said back angrily, pulling at his bonds.

"It will be soon enough."

"Lady you have a lot to learn about people. Especially men." He said.

He was about to say something else when she clamped her hand over his mouth to silence him. She heard noises downstairs. A woman’s voice? Who had come to visit?

Trip jerked his head up. What that T'Pol’s voice? What she actually alive? Did she actually come to help free him? Or was he just in such a desperate state that he needed to hear her voice to reassure himself? He struggled to get his head free from her hand but she pushed his head down even harder on the bed to keep him quiet.

"HE…." Was all he managed. She punched him in the stomach with the other hand causing his body to jerk upwards. She still kept her hand clamped on his mouth.

T'Pol thought she heard it again? What are they doing up there to him? She again tried to calm her fears. This would hopefully be over soon enough.

Trip closed his eyes as the daughter bent her head down to his and whispered in his ear, "unless you want me to hurt you really badly right now, you’ll stop struggling!" she said with anger on the last word.

He again looked up in defeat and nodded his head and settled his tired body down. She still kept her hand over his mouth. She liked the feeling of his lips under it. But she also needed to know who was down stairs.

"Daughter we have a guest, want to come down?" the father called up to her.

"You can put your things down if you and make yourself a little more comfortable." He smiled somewhat nervously to T'Pol. Is he flirting with me? She took that as a somewhat good sign, that he didn’t recognize her. But she really wished the daughter would stop whatever horrible things she was doing to Trip and come downstairs already.

"She’ll be right down. She’ll also get some dinner for you." He gestured for her to sit on the makeshift couch while she waited. As she was waiting her thoughts drifted upstairs to Trip. At least she hoped it was him. This would be a waste of time if it was the wrong place. She wondered what kind of state he was in?

"Be right down father." She called out. Then she looked down at Trip again, "but I’ll be back a bit later to finish where I left off." She moved her hand away from his mouth only to replace it with the large cloth gag. She stuffed it in and tied it tightly behind his head. Then she grabbed another cloth and blindfolded him with it. She pulled the T-shirt down over his now bruised chest and got up to leave.

Trip hated the darkness, it made him feel all the more helpless. But it also left him unprepared in mind and body for any situation that he might face. He didn’t know what to expect. He struggled some more but then sleep started to overtake his tired body and slumped down on the bed and started to sleep.

As she descended the stairs her thoughts kept returning to the captive she held upstairs. She was going to enjoy tonight for sure. She smiled a wicked smile and went to greet their guest.

T'Pol watched as the daughter descended the stairs with a smug look on her face. She did not like it one bit. As she came closer she was hit with Trip’s scent. After spending time with him on the ship in close quarters and on this planet she could detect his scent. At first it really bothered her, but she always took comfort in it, whenever he was around. Now it bothered her that another woman was sharing in that, even more importantly it bothered her that another woman was wearing it.

"Hello" said the daughter politely.

"Hello" said T'Pol in a rather flat voice. She forced herself to smile at the woman that held her crew mate prisoner.

"Are you staying for the evening?" she asked now somewhat fascinated by this foreign older woman who had stopped for the night. Perhaps she would show off her prize to her, just to make her jealous. Would she be? Or would she even care?

The daughter went about making some supper for the disguised T'Pol who called herself Mary, while Mary (T'Pol) told her story. By the end the daughter was completely fascinated the visitor. T'Pol knew that gaining her confidence was the only way to get to Trip. She at least had to see him, know if he was okay, and see what she was up against.

The evening progressed without much interruption. The brother came home from hunting, said a few things to T'Pol and then left for the night. He stayed in a small room just outside the main house. T'Pol was to stay on the second floor for the night. The daughter had the whole top floor to herself. As the night progressed, the daughter found herself wanting more and more to show off her catch. So decided after her father had gone to bed to see if this woman was interested in all in seeing one.

"Have you ever seen a human before?" the question caught T'Pol completely off guard. She stumbled a bit but then quickly regained composure. Obviously she know had the trust of this girl and she wanted to show the older woman her prize. T'Pol had to play along so that she could at least see Trip right away.

"Human? From what planet?" she questioned.

Good she hasn’t thought the daughter, then she won’t want him. But she might if she sees how handsome he is. Well she can try to take him, but she won’t.

"Well, actually they are called ‘Terrans’ from the planet Earth. There females are weak and small. But some of their men are very strong and handsome." She almost proudly.

"Oh I see. I have never encountered one before and really have no interest in Earth. I am more fascinated by the Andorians myself."

"Well that is good I guess." She said smugly to herself, but a little out loud. T'Pol did hear and did not like it.

"Sorry I did not hear you?" said T'Pol.

"Oh just coughing."

"By the way the two that robbed you, were they a man and a woman by any chance?" asked the daughter.

Now was the moment of truth, "yes they were. Do you know who they are?" asked T'Pol.

"No. Sorry." Said the daughter casually.

"Are you married?" another question that caught her off guard.

"No. I do not have the time to waste on such things." Said T'Pol trying to sound disdainful.

"Sounds like you have been burned by a male in the past." She said moving in closer to T'Pol.

"Yes, you could say that." She responded.

"What would you do if you ever saw him again?" she questioned.

"I am not sure. Why do you ask?" said T'Pol afraid of the answer.

"I am just wondering. I like males. In fact my father helped me acquire a new playmate." She said almost triumphantly.

"Playmate? I do not understand the meaning of the phrase?" she said her voice quaking.

"A playmate. You know someone that I can break into submission and have them do my bidding for as long as they live. I call it play, but you could call it something else. My father caught me one today. Actually I have been watching him since his ship landed. He is very handsome and very strong. I have already told him I was going to break him. Do you know what he said back?" she laughed.

T'Pol could only stare at this lunatic. For if she moved she would have killed her. This girl was practically throwing it in her face, that they kidnapped Trip and were going to do unspeakable things to him, in order to break him to do their bidding. The thought made her sick. One of the best qualities T'Pol liked about Trip was his defiance of her. It was never harsh or mean, but somewhat playful. She loved the mental struggle, she found it exciting. She loved his strength. And no one, especially not his little alien girl was going to take it from him.

"No tell me." She said quietly.

"Well he told me to go to hell, mentioned something about the stars then spit in my face." She said angrily at the last part.

T'Pol had to keep from smirking. And you do deserve it, besides I would have done a lot worse, she thought.

"Then what happened?" encouraged T'Pol.

"I showed him what would happen if he ever defied my again." With that she left a dumbfounded T'Pol seated at the table, picked up her plate and walked back towards the small kitchen area, "I don’t think he’ll be talking back for awhile." She laughed.

T'Pol almost gasped at the thought. What had she done to him. Oh Trip, hold on, I’ve almost got you.

"Well good for you. It is important for a woman to stand up for herself. Especially to a man. They think they can get away with anything. Is that right?" she said egging her on.

"That is right. Well my playmate will soon learn that he won’t be able to do anything unless first he asks, and second I say it’s okay."

This girl is insane, T'Pol thought. But it was almost killing her to know what condition Trip was in. She had to see him.

"So what do human males look like?" T'Pol asked hoping she would show her instead of tell her.

"Well they pretty much resemble our males. But my playmate is the most beautiful male I have ever laid eyes upon. He has light colored hair, deep blue eyes and a husky voice. Oh yeah and his body is so well developed. Wow!" she said almost breathlessly.

She saw his body? Just what did she do to him? Calm! Her inner voice commanded. You can’t help him if you give yourself away.

"Well if I ever seen one I’ll think of you. I guess I should retire for the night, I believe I have kept you long enough." T'Pol hoped that by not asking that she would be rewarded by seeing him, she was right.

So she is not interested. That is great, she thought. I will show him now.

"Do you want to see him?"

T'Pol had to restrain herself from jumping up and running upstairs.

"Well if it’s not to late and not to much trouble. I would be curious to take a peek." She said calmly.

"Great!" the girl actually leapt off her chair, took T'Pol by the hand and led her upstairs to a captive Trip. T'Pol could sense him as she neared the third floor.

"I think I hear him sleeping." She whispered.

"Perhaps then I can see him in the morning." T'Pol said almost relieved that Trip was at rest, but it was not to be.

"Nonsense, I’ll just wake him up. Remember he has to learn to do what I say, when I say it." She laughed.

As they entered the room T'Pol was taken back by what she saw. There before her tied up helplessly on the girls bed was Trip. His uniform top was unzipped leaving only his tight black T-shirt exposed with a bit of bottom chest showing. His arms were tied tightly above his head and his feet still tied together were tied to the bed. He was blindfolded and gagged as well. She noticed the blood and bruises on his face and could only guess what hell she must have put him through. She stared down at his sleeping body, wishing that he could just stay in that somewhat peaceful state until she got him out of there. But it was not to be.

The daughter left T'Pol standing in the doorway and went and sat on the bed.

"Don’t you just love the way he smells?" she said bending her head close to his chest. "Wake up." She whispered in his ear.

Trip thought he heard a voice, but was too far in dreamland to answer. Besides it hurt to much to think about anything else but sleeping. But it was not to be.

"Wake UP!" she yelled at him. T'Pol winced as she watched her treating Trip that way. When this was all over, she and the daughter were going to have a heart to heart and T'Pol would show her the way Vulcan’s treat those who hurt their friends? Friends? Was Trip her friend? Yes that was right. But right now was also something more. She looked at his helpless body and began to have thoughts about ravaging it against his will. This is not right. Why do these thoughts about him seem to invade my thoughts. And yet seeing him like that sort of excited her in a way that she found strange.

Trip heard it that time and woke up to more blackness. That’s right, she blindfolded me. He just lay there not knowing what to expect.

"Hello my handsome captive, I have a guest here for you." She said and took off the blindfold. Trip’s eye’s adjusted to the dark room and he squinted at the other female in the room, not recognising that it was T'Pol. Oh great, another one of them to humiliate me even more. He just lay his head back down and closed his eyes.

This time T'Pol was able to see the ugly black mark forming on the left side of his face, with the dried blood around it. Obviously the girl was not too pleased with his defiance at all.

"He does not look very different from other males I have seen on this planet. What makes him so special?" T'Pol asked walking further towards the bed.

"He is human. He is stubborn and defiant. Plus is he also very handsome and muscular. Want to see the rest of him?"

Trip struggled against the ropes, but there was no give in them. T'Pol at this point felt very sorry for him. If it was her in his position, she would be fighting for all she had in her also.

The daughter just laughed and ignored his muffled cries and pulled his T-shirt up to his neck to expose his well built torso. T'Pol also noticed the bruise on the right side. I have to get him away from here very soon. The daughter then began to run her hands all over his naked chest. It took T'Pol all the strength she had not to attack the daughter right now. But part of her wished it was her doing the touching. Then she stopped and looked up at T'Pol. What she said next caught T'Pol completely off guard.

"I like your travelling bag. I’ll make you a deal. You give me your bag and I’ll let you spend 1 hour with him. What do you think?" she asked.

T'Pol could not believe what she heard. Of course she wanted that, more than anything. But she had to appear not that eager.

"What will I carry my things in?" she asked.

"Is that all your worried about. I’ll give you another one, not as nice mind you, but it will do for your purposes. But I mean look at him. Don’t you want to have him at your mercy, to do anything you want to him."

Yes I do! Her mind screamed. But what would she do? Assault him? Against his will? And what if he found out later that it was her? Would he hate her? Or would he let her? It was a chance she had to take. One more hour away from this insane girl was one more hour Trip could rest.

"Well it does sound interesting. But what if I catch something. I do not know what kinds of plagues humans carry." She said.

"Oh there is nothing wrong with him. Are you sure you don’t want to?"

Trip heard the whole conversation and closed his eyes. He did not want to be at the mercy of another woman he didn’t know. He wanted T'Pol to be here, to help him. And if she was here and saw him in this state what would she do? How would she treat him if he was at her mercy? The thought both scared and excited him. To be under her power would be an experience indeed. But he pushed those thoughts away, T'Pol didn’t even know where he was, much less what state he was in.

"Well okay if you insist. I wouldn’t want to upset my very gracious hostess. What time shall I come back?"

"Well father says lights out in about 1½ hours. So the first hour or so will be yours. I will you see, have the rest of his life to enjoy what he has to offer." She said almost sinfully.

That last remark sickened T'Pol. Poor Trip. She could not imagine what was going through his mind.

I have to get the hell out of here somehow, Trip thought. He was filled with a sense of fear and dread. What if T'Pol never found him? What if Enterprise thought he was dead and abandoned the planet and continued on? What if T'Pol thought he was dead and told Enterprise to leave? What if he never escaped from this place? So many questions made his head swim. He closed his eyes and waited for the next fateful hour to be over quickly.

"Well I can take your coat and get your room ready. I’ll give a short whistle when I am coming up. Then you’ll have a few minutes to finish" she paused, "whatever, and turn in for the night. How does that sound?"

"Like an offer I can’t refuse." Said T'Pol dryly.

With that the daughter took T'Pol’s coat and bag and left the room and closed the door behind her.

T'Pol stood over Trip for a few minutes and looked down at him. She at once wanted to free him and kiss him. She wanted to let him go yet she wanted to run her hands all over his body without him stopping her. But he did not recognize her. She could do both. She could play with him for awhile and then free him in the night. She smiled at the thought.

Trip opened his eyes to see his captor gone and only the other woman in the room. She was looking at him in a strange way. Never seen a human before huh? He asked himself. Yeah well, great example now, shesh!

T'Pol sat down gently on the bed and made a move to remove his gag.

He saw her hand coming and pulled away. T'Pol stopped for a second. Did he really think she was going to hurt him? Just what had this woman done to him for him to do that? She continued with her hand and very gently placed her hand on the bruised part of his face and started to stroke it gently. It looked very sore.

Trip opened his eyes and looked at her. Unlike his captor this woman had a soft kindness in her eyes, that said that she was not going to treat him the way the daughter has been.

"I am going to remove this," she gestured to the gag, "if you promise not to yell I’ll leave it out for the entire hour."

She spoke in such a soft way that he just nodded his head yes, as she undid the cloth from behind his head.

"Are you thirsty?" T'Pol asked.

"Yeah." He said softly.

She retrieved a cup and held it to his lips. He hesitated at first, remembering what had happened earlier.

"No tricks?" he asked.

"No." she answered. T'Pol wished she knew what happened earlier for him to be in such a state.

She held the cup to his quivering cut lips and he drank. A big trickled down his chin onto this neck and chest, but he didn’t care.

When he was done she took the cup away and moved closer to him.

She drank in his scent, which was a mixture of sweat, his husky odour and the cologne he had put on in the morning. He just watched her. She was different, which was good. I just wish T'Pol was here. In fact he found himself wishing this kind woman was T'Pol. Taking advantage of him in a kind way. He found himself wanting that.

T'Pol found her inhibitions taking over. She shed her outer cloak and started to rub her hands all over his body. First she started with his head. Running her hands through his hair, down his face and neck. Up his arms. He found himself flexing with her light touch, delicate touch. The more she continued the more she wanted him. She then found her way to his chest. He sucked in his breath when she placed a gentle kiss on the wound.

"What is it?" she asked in a panic, hoping that she did not hurt him that badly.

"Oh nothin’. Just tickled is all." He said with a half smile. He is finally relaxing she thought. That is good.

"How did you end up here? Like this?" she asked wanting to see what he would say.

"Well I was travellin’ with a friend, when we found ourselves jumped by these three and I found myself bein’ kidnapped by them. That is how I ended up here. Against my will I might add." He said angrily, his voice starting to raise.

She held a finger to his lips and said, "shh we don’t want to wake anyone."

He calmed down a bit. "Do you think you could do me a favor?" he asked.

T'Pol didn’t know what favor he had in mind, but wanted to find out, "what is it?" she answered.

"Can you get a message to a friend of mine? The one I was travelling with. I need her to know something before she finds me."

T'Pol was very intrigued now. What was he referring to.

"What makes you think I’ll help you. And how will I know your friend?" T'Pol asked.

"Well you seem like a decent person and you are the first one to walk through that door that has not taken advantage of me inside of 5 minutes of lookin’ at me like this." He winced as he spoke. "Besides my friend is pretty hard to miss."

"What do you mean?"

"Well she is a Vulcan, pretty distinct. And she is very beautiful, even for a Vulcan. She is also strong, and will hurt these people if she found out what they have done to me. But she needs to know that we are married before she comes." He said desperately.

"What? Married?" had she heard correctly, "why is that?"

"That is the only way they will let me leave."

"I see. Well I cannot guarantee anything." She said point blank, not wanting to betray herself by saying of course she’d agree to whatever they said just to get him back.

"But I can guarantee you this, you’re mine for the next hour and I intend to do a lot more than talk."

He gulped at her last few words. What did she have in mind for him. Would it be painful? Or just an extension of the pleasure she was giving him now?

T'Pol noticed again the fear in his eyes., so she quickly added, "without pain of course." And felt him relax once again under her.

She started to rub her fingers along the inside of his chest and up to his arms. He started to laugh once again.

"I am sorry, I can’t help it, it just tickles so much. Besides…." Was all he got out as she started to kiss him. It was different than the daughter. It was kind and inviting and he found himself wanting more. She started slow at first then harder until she heard him gasp under her. She looked down to see his cut lip bleeding again. She cursed herself for hurting him.

"Sorry." She said softly.

"If you help me escape from here, I promise you’ll be rewarded or whatever." He pleaded.

"I cannot do that." Yet she added to herself.

"But…" he started to protest when she surprised herself by grabbing the gag and stuffing it back into his mouth. She then put her face directly over his and spoke, "you have no authority to order me around. I don’t care which army or whatever you belong to, right now you belong to me. You are mine to do whatever I want and however I want." Trip looked up at her with pleading eyes. You have to help me, you are my only hope he begged with his eyes. She looked down at his helpless frame and smiled to herself, she was enjoying this more than she should be. He once again started to struggle. She liked the feeling of him struggling under her, it was a feeling of power. She noticed his legs still tied together, she would fix that. She jumped off of him, giving him temporary relief. She went and started to untie his feet.

Oh yes! Trip thought, she is going to help me. He started to relax a bit. T'Pol untied both feet and the retrieved another rope. She let his legs rest for a bit and then grabbed one and started to tie it to one end of the bed. Before he could kick out she grabbed the other one and tied it to the other side of the bed, so that he was not spread-eagle at her mercy. He pulled at his bonds for all he was worth. She noticed that he was pulling at his arms so much that his wrists had started to bleed. He finally managed to work the gag out of his mouth and started to talk-yell at her.

"You’re just the same as them. You think I am going to willingly give myself to you? Yeah right. I wouldn’t to them and not to you either. You lyin’…." Was all he got out before T'Pol was on top of him once again and clamped her hand on his mouth. He continued to talk under it. All that came out were garbled words.

Before he could suck in another breath she was kissing him on the mouth. This time harder than the last time. She was filled with a driven passion that no Vulcan was supposed to experience. It clouded her thinking and judgement. Instead of wanting to let him go she found herself wishing she was back on Enterprise in her quarters with him safety tied to her bed and at her mercy. He fought her with every ounce of strength he had, which was fading fast.

But the hour had passed by so quickly that she heard the daughter moving downstairs. She would be up here very soon. T'Pol grabbed the cloth gag, and as much as she hated to do this to him she stuffed the cloth back into his mouth and tied it tightly behind his head. She moved back to sit and watch him. He continued to struggle for a bit but soon gave up and slumped back in defeat.

T'Pol started to run her hands over his face and gagged mouth. He just closed his eyes and let her. She had not been rough with him, but he wished it was T'Pol and not some strange woman. He finally pulled his head away and just stared at her with his blue-grey eyes that held a lot of pain and hope at the same time.

T'Pol was about to say something when the whistle came. She started to fill with panic again. What would happen when she left Trip alone with the daughter? Would she hurt him some more as she obviously had? Or would she just call it a night as well? She bent towards Trip and kissed him on this bruised cheek and whispered in his ear, "don’t worry, you won’t be here for long. Just try to hold on." When she came up she saw the look on his face. She was certain it was one of relief. He closed his eyes and nodded in understanding.

Trip couldn’t believe what he heard. She was going to help him. This woman was going to help him escape his hellish prison he was in. At that point he did not care how or why he just hoped it would be soon.

T'Pol was about to stand up when the daughter walked into the room.

"Well how was he?"

"Fulfilling in every way. You were right, it was fun." T'Pol said. The daughter walked to the end of the bed and noticed now Trip was now tied, and how his shirt was up and his gag was different. Just what did she do to him?

"I like the new position." She said fingering the way his legs were tied now, "I’ll have to remember that for later." She laughed.

"Well I guess it’s late and I must get some sleep. I have a long journey head of me tomorrow." Said T'Pol getting up.

"I am very glad that I got to show my prize to you before I make all my friends jealous in a few days. But if I am able to offer his services like I did to you, just think of all the things I can get." She said almost greedily.

T'Pol was sickened just even to hear her say it, let alone enjoy saying it. Those few days will never come, she told herself. She took one last look at his beautiful helpless body and forced herself to leave the room.

Very soon Trip, very soon, we will be home, and then….

Trip heard the women leave and he relaxed his tense and tired body. I just hope that she keeps her word and helps me out of here.

"Will you leave him like that all night?" asked T'Pol as they walked down to the second floor.

"I wish. I would love to sleep beside him like that and wake up him like that, but father says its not right, even for a playmate to be left that way for a long time. So I’ll just put him into another position beside me on the bed. But make no mistake he won’t be able to get free unless I let him go."

They reached the bottom of the landing, "here is your room," said the daughter showing T'Pol into a small room just below her’s. It was almost discomforting to know that Trip was so helpless just above her, just out of her reach.

"Sleep well."

"I will and thank you for everything. And I do mean everything." Said T'Pol after she emptied out her bag and handed it to the girl.

"Oh your most welcome." She said gleefully, took the gift and headed up to a waiting Trip.

T'Pol got herself ready and lay on the bed, with no intention of sleeping. She had to formulate a plan and fast. She could use the shuttle pods’………her thoughts drifted away.

Trip heard footsteps and opened his eyes to see who was coming. He was not happy to see the daughter as she walked into the room.

"I hear you delivered." She said almost jealously. "Well I know that you sure don’t disappoint me." She slided up to him on the bed. She pulled his shirt down over his chest. "Yup, can’t wait to see what you deliver for my friends, and all the things I’ll get." She laughed. "Here let me give you a rest." She said pulling the gag from his mouth.

"Man are you messed up or what." He said. That just earned him a smack on the mouth.

The sound brought T'Pol back to reality and away from her rescue thoughts. She heard the smack and wanted to rush up stairs and pummel the girl for hurting Trip. Then her thoughts drifted back to when she was taking advantage of him. His lips even though cut were warm and inviting. His body although tight and bruised was inviting her to take it at any cost. She hadn’t planned to gag him again, but found her primal urges taking over. She was unsure of how she would have reacted with more than an hour of him at her mercy. One thing was for sure she would try it on him again back on the ship. They had the next day’s off together, and it would be fun.

Trip’s head snapped back at her blow.

"Now I know why your not married." He added not caring what she would do now.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she practically yelled forgetting that below them was a guest.

"Well I mean look at you. Look at how you treat men? Or is it just me? Ever thought of just askin’ a guy for a date rather than kidnappin’ him?"

"Would you have said yes?" she challenged.

"To you? Hell no." he laughed.

"ARGH!" she yelled and hit his chest with her fist.

"AGH!" he screamed.

T'Pol was at the door when the screaming stopped. She had to shut her mind out. She was their guest and was unable to interfere with what they did to their other guests. Only this time it was Trip. He was not their guest, he was their prisoner, held against his will. She had heard what Trip had said, but now believed that even if she showed up as T'Pol with 12 kids in tow that that girl never had an intention of letting him go, not now, not ever. She went back to the bed and continued with her plan when all was quiet again.

Trip lay back in painful exhaustion. He wanted to die now. He was in so much pain and wanted sleep to come. He wanted her to leave him alone – forever. She stopped her beating and looked at him.

"You will learn the meaning of discipline. I will break you and you will do my every bidding. I have all eternity or however long you live." She said haughtily.

Trip didn’t say a word, he just let her rant. She really is quiet insane, very messed up.

"Well it’s time for bed. Now I could leave you like this, however father says I cannot leave a playmate like this for a long time." With that she took another rope and tied it around his neck. She untied each arm and gave him a minute to rub each wrist. She then helped him put on the rest of his uniform and zip it back up for the cold night ahead. Trip was grateful for the warmth, but unable to move a lot because of the rope around his neck. Once it was up she grabbed his wrists in front of him, forced him to make two fists and tied them tightly together. Then she untied his feet and did the same. Then she took the rope from his neck and loosely tied his feet and hands together. Trip just let her as he needed sleep so badly he didn’t care what she had planned for the night. She moved him into position on the bed and had him face the wall, away from her. She did this so that he could not think of escaping in the night, like he could, she laughed to herself. She got herself ready for bed and pulled the covers up over them both.

He was about to say something when he once again found the large thick cloth being forced between his lips from behind and tied behind his head. So much for small talk he thought. He closed his eyes and welcomed sleep.

In a few minutes she heard his soft steady breathing and knew that he was asleep, so she closed her eyes and went to sleep also.

Dawn came to early for Trip, as he squinted when he opened his eyes to see morning. He was still tied up, facing the wall with the gag tied mercilessly behind his head. He felt her stirring and decided to stay asleep.

She awoke with a start and looked at the bound sleeping form beside her. She rolled him over onto the side facing her and just watched him sleep. The bruises were quite visible on his face and lips now and she felt a small pang of guilt for hurting him like that. If she wanted to please her friends she would have to let him heal for a few days so that they could see his beautiful face. He would be worth more that way.

Trip knew what she was doing and forced his eyes shut, he had no intention of looking at her anymore than he had to.

T'Pol finally awoke. She slept only a few hours, awaking every time she heard a noise above her. I wonder what kind of night he had. What kind of position did she keep him in? Was he cold?

She got up and started to get ready to leave. If her plan was to work she needed to get back to the shuttle as soon as possible.

The daughter heard Mary (T'Pol) stirring below. I must see her off. She hated to leave him when he looked so peaceful but she crept of out of bed and left him under the covers to enjoy a few more peaceful moments.

She got dressed and headed downstairs to find Mary already waiting by the door.

"Leaving so soon?" she asked almost sorry to see her go.

"Yes I must leave. I have a long journey ahead of me. I really want to thank you for your generous hospitality. It was much appreciated in a variety of ways." She shook her hand and made for the door.

"Will you ever be by this way again?" asked the daughter.

"I am not sure. Why?"

"Well if you ever are, please stop by and you’ll see the progress that I have made with my playmate." She said happily.

"Yes I will have to keep that in mind." Said T'Pol. With that she turned and walked slowly out of the yard, careful to continue in the direction she was heading the night before. When she was sure she was out of sight she doubled back and ran as fast as she could to the shuttle. She knew that Trip’s life depended on it.

Once she reached the shuttle she contacted the Captain.

"So that is where is stands now Captain. The Commander is still a prisoner of these people. I have his comm. that was lost in the struggle. If I can get it on him, can you beam us to the shuttle?"

"Yes Sub-Commander. That can be arranged. If you run into any further trouble please let me know, and I’ll send in the Calvary."

"I am unaware of who crewman Calvary is." She replied.

"It’s just an….. oh never mind. If you need help, just call." Said Archer laughing at his science officer. Just what kind of trouble did those two get themselves into? Well if T'Pol thought she could handle it then he had to let her try.

She grabbed Trip’s comm. badge and headed back for the encampment.

The daughter had just finished breakfast when she heard a knock on the door.

"I’ll get it." She called out. She was surprised to see Mary (T'Pol) standing there. "Hey long time no see." She said delightfully. "Have you come to stay another day?" she asked almost hopefully.

"No I am sorry I cannot. I was on the way to my destination, when I realized I left something here. It was a small mirror my mother gave me. I think I left it in your room last night. May I go and retrieve it?" this plan would only work if she could actually get the comm. into Trip’s hands.

"Sure why not." The daughter turned and headed for the stairs. Looks like she would have some company. This would be a bit tricky.

They headed up the stairs and T'Pol again caught her breath when she saw him laying in the bed under the covers. His hair was mussed up but he was still tied up. She wanted to climb in with him. She made for the bed and pretended to stumble. Doing this allowed her to drop a small mirror almost under the bed and also allowed her to force the comm. badge into his hands undetected. He stirred a bit in his sleep, but didn’t wake up.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yes sorry, a bit clumsy." T'Pol steadied herself again and began to search around the bed. The daughter spied the mirror and grabbed it.

"Is this it?" she asked holding out the mirror to T'Pol.

"Yes. Thank you. It is the only think left of my mothers. Thank you." With that T'Pol took one last look at him sleeping and turned to leave.

"Not bad right? And I get to wake up to that every morning if I want to." She said joyfully. T'Pol felt a pang of jealously come over her. Not for long girl, she told herself.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs the girl tripped and fell causing T'Pol to fall on top of her. Doing so caused her wig to shift. T'Pol got up quickly and started to straighten it up, but the girl was to fast. She grabbed at T'Pol’s wig and pulled it from her head revealing her short hair and pointed ears.

"You!" she shouted, "You are the one that is travelling with him." She continued to yell.

"Yes and he will never belong to you." She pushed the girl forwards and grabbed her communicator. "Now Captain, beam Commander Tucker to the shuttle." With that Trip materialised into the shuttle. He awoke with a start.

The girl now angered lunged at T'Pol before she could get herself beamed to safety. T'Pol however was a much skilled fighter and braced herself for the attack. They toppled to the ground in a fighting heap. T'Pol’s only relief was that Trip was now safe and the father and son were out hunting. The girl tried to land a punch to T'Pol’s stomach but T'Pol countered and she hit the floor, screaming in pain. T'Pol put a boot to the girls stomach and sent her flying backwards. The only thing T'Pol saw in her mind was the girl hurting Trip. They fought for several more minutes before T'Pol realized that the blood on her hands was from the girl’s face and that if she did not stop she would have killed her. She quickly jumped up and let the girls body slump to the ground.

"Captain, I am okay, I’ll head back to the ship on foot. See you shortly." With that she grabbed her wig and ran to the shuttle.

Trip opened his eyes again after the strange sensation, only to find himself out of the house and on the floor of the shuttle pod. Relief washed over him as he just lay his head down and waited for T'Pol to come back. She had obviously went to look for him, but she would have to come back, and when she did she would let him and they would head back to Enterprise.

T'Pol neared the shuttle and stopped to change back into her uniform. She couldn’t have him see her in the costume. It would ruin everything. She rolled everything up and put it into her Starfleet pack and entered the shuttle.

When Trip saw T'Pol enter the shuttle he was so relieved he tried to stand up, but of course he couldn’t.

"I’ll free you in a moment Commander." She said in her usual business-as-usual voice.

She grabbed a knife and cut the ropes that bound him. Then she untied the gag around his mouth. Before she could react he grabbed her and hugged her.

"You have no idea how relived I am to see you. You wouldn’t believe what I have been through." He said almost panting for air. She handed him a canteen of water and he drank greedily. "Thanks" he breathed between gulps.

"You got my message then huh?"

"Sort of. This was the only way I knew how to retrieve you with minimal exposure."

"Well whatever you had to do, thanks. You saved my life."

"Are you in pain?" she asked knowing he was.

"Like you don’t know." He smiled. "When do we leave?"

"Right now." She helped him into a chair and piloted the shuttle back to the ship.

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"Finished my report Captin’" said Trip standing up. He was still sore and let out a little gasp as he did.

"So how are you going to spend your day off tomorrow Trip?" asked Archer.

"Sleepin’." He laughed.

"Funny. My two top officers, both spending their day off sleeping." Laughed Archer.

Trip looked at him with a puzzled look, "Well I am not sure about T'Pol but I think I earned a full day of rest. See you in a day Captin’." Said Trip turning to leave.

"Have a good one, Trip." Said Archer and returned to his Captain’s chair. He could have swore there was a hint of something more in T'Pol’s eyes when she said she would be spending the day resting in her quarters, but he pushed it aside. Whatever his senior officers did on their time was their business.

She’s spending the day sleepin’? he asked himself. Why on earth do that? She certainly wasn’t in any pain. Maybe I’ll just go and ask her.

He headed to T'Pol’s quarters almost nervously. At least she didn’t witness what I had to go through on the planet. What would she have thought. He buzzed it and was told to come in.

When he entered it was almost as if she was expecting him. The table was set for dinner for two, the lights were low, there was soft music playing and candles were lit.

"Uh, hello?" he called out nervously.

She came out of her bedroom and he caught he breath. She was wearing a dark blue velvet robe that was belted at the waist and showed a generous portion of her shapely legs as she moved towards him.

"Am I interruptin’ something?" he asked almost turning to leave.

"No. I was expecting a guest, but the guest has finally arrived." She said moving closer to him.

Trip was left speechless. She wanted to have dinner with him? Wow!

"Uh, oh-okay." He stuttered. "When shall we start." He said almost hastily. He was so nervous it wasn’t even funny.

"Try to relax Commander, this will not hurt." She said softly pulling him by the hand to the waiting table.

They settled into dinner which he had to admit for Vulcan food was quite good. They talked about things in general and their away mission.

"So did you learn anything of use from the planet?" she asked him.

"Yeah, actually." And he went into a rather boring recount of the engineering bits he found.

"How about you?" he countered.

"Yes I did as well. I’ll have to show you later." She said pouring him some more Vulcan wine.

"Wow. That wine sure gives ya’ quite the buzz. I mean I have drunk a lot of things in my life, but boy you Vulcan’s sure know how to pour a drink." He said starting to feel his head feel light.

She smiled at him knowing that he would pass out at any moment from the drugs she put into the wine.

"In fact one could say that it makes you feel….down…..right…..diz..z….y" he said passing out and falling to the floor.

She jumped up and half carried him half dragged him to her bedroom and closed the door, not before locking the main one.

Once on the bed she set to work. She had learned a few things indeed.

Trip awoke again to darkness. He tried to move but found himself unable. Not again! Maybe I am dreaming, he thought. He tried to move his arms and found them tied high above his head at either end of the bed. He did the same with his legs and found the same thing. He tried to cry for help but was unable due to the fact that he was gagged quite effectively.

"Lights. ¼." Came a soft voice. The lights came to reveal T'Pol. She was still dressed in the velvet robe, but he was not wearing his uniform. In fact all he had on where his shorts. He was tied to her bed! What the hell? What’s going on? His mind screamed.

As she moved closer he almost became dizzy by her perfume. He tried to struggle against the bonds, but felt himself not wanting to be able to. Now that he was in her control, what was she going to do? The thoughts at the same time scared and excited him. What did she have in mind.

She sat down on the bed beside him and she her robe to reveal a very lacy garment underneath. The sight of her like that made his face go red, not to mention other parts.

She moved her hand’s all over his bound body and he felt a very distinct tingling sensation overtake him. He moaned into the gag, but no audible sounds came out. It was a good thing she tied it tightly because the crew members next door would definitely have something to talk about if they were able to hear him moaning.

She looked at him and spoke, "if you promise not to yell out I’ll removed that for a time." He looked up at her with a look that said, it’s not possible, you were not there with me were you?

He nodded yes and waited in anticipation as she slowly untied the gag from behind his head and freed his mouth. She bent closer to him and whispered in his ear, "now you’ll see exactly what I learned from the planet." And his eyes filled with the realisation that that night it had been her in the room with him. It was her that took advantage of him and was doing so again. But he was safely on board the ship. No one was going to hurt him. She obviously had other things in mind, but trusted that she was not going to damage him in any distinct way, so as not to betray to the other crew members what they had now formed. The union was just the beginning, and if this was the beginning he couldn’t wait for the rest. He laid his head back down and waited for her to make her move.

He was about to make a remark about what she said when she smothered his mouth with hers. He was turned on and she knew it. This was going against every thing her Vulcan instincts had taught her, and at the same time it opened new ones that had been dormant for a very long time. She would never hurt him, or leave any marks to betray him to the rest of the crew. He was now her’s. She looked back down at his bound body and smiled. First his body, then his mind.

"What was it the girl said? Oh yes, I love to see a handsome man so helpless." And laughed. Trip tried to pull against the bonds but it was no use. "Lets see if I can remember where the ticklish spot was." With that she started to rub her fingers up his ribs and to the muscular part of his chest. Trip sucked in his breath and started to laugh softly as she found it. He was about to laugh aloud when she clamped her hand down on his mouth. "I guess you don’t hear so well Commander." She said almost angrily. "I guess I’ll have to show you that I meant business." She grabbed for the cloth and Trip closed his eyes waiting for the rest of the night to unfold. And he was sure it would unfold again, and again and…………