Chains.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek and am not making any profit from it.

Hi, so welcome to my new fic, it's a very different take on how Spock and Uhura meet. It's a bit of a dark one but with a happy ending. I'll have to give some warnings so people don't get offended, firstly this fiction takes place on a planet that has slavery. Secondly in later chapters there is some not very consensual sex and abuse.

Spock looked at the planet displayed on the view screen. It was 92% oceans, there was only one large island and the rest of the habitable land was little island groups. Spock had read that the people mined deep below the ocean floors for precious and very rare jewels sort after throughout the quadrant. The planet had become quite rich but the wealth was not shared by all and the people had separated into three distinct group, the upper class the highest of these being the island owners, the second group consisted of workers fishermen, edible weed collectors, glass blowers, reed weavers, and then finally the bottom of the strict hierarchy the slaves.

Spock had never been to a planet that tolerated slavery. As son to a federation ambassador he had often visited other planets and sat in on diplomatic meetings but the federation did not condone slavery and refused to develop any friendships or trade agreements with any planet that took part in slavery. That was why this trip was..not secret but only known about by a few people in the highest circles of the federation. Spock and his mother would not have been included in this circle if it wasn't at their hosts insistence, apparently it was considered good manners to take ones first wife (the richest men of the planet had three, but manners were not for the rich) and ones oldest son to trade agreements so that the host could show their resources by the entertaining them and the giving of gifts. And because of the federations position Spock's father Sarek had to somehow manage a one off trade agreement without opening up further trades with any federation planet.

This had all come about because of a virus that was wiping out all the plant life, including grains and vegetables on a federation colony planet, Taurus IV. The result was a famine that had already killed thirteen point two percent of the planet and was due to kill fifteen percent more within another month. The federation had left aid later than the public thought they should due to tense situation with the Klingons that had resulted in the main federation fleet protecting the federation borders and occasionally falling into small battles. Now it seemed like an actual possibility that the entire planets population would be wiped out and the federation was forced to act before it was too late and they were accountable to the people for letting such a disaster happen. This action was two-fold the first was immediately providing food and medical aid to the population. The second was wiping out the virus that was the original cause of the famine so that the population could start to grow crops and become self sufficient again. This was why Sarek and his family had been sent to this planet, K'pilo. The only cure for the virus was a derivative of a type of rare algae that only grew in a small part of the eastern hemisphere of K'pilo. That was what Sarek was here for, to trade federation goods, information or technologies for what the K'pilians ate as a delicacy.

"My mother asks how long it will be before we land." Spock asked the navigator drawing his attention away from the screen.

"You'll need to get into landing positions in ten minutes."

Spock gave a slight incline of his head.

"Thank you."

He exited the small bridge coming to the narrow corridor which had simple passenger apartments coming off of it. The ship was a relatively small people carrier, capable of warp four and designed for journeys of no more than a few days. It's facilities were very basic. They only had replicators, no fresh food facilities, sonic showers no water and their cabins were relatively small. Spock had spent the three day journey studying the commonalities of ancient written languages. They had passed his eighteenth birthday on the ship with little comment as was the Vulcan way, though his mother, a Human had hugged him. He had allowed the contact as he knew it made her happy and happiness was something humans held as important. He rapped sharply on the metal door of his parent's room. After a moment it opened revealing Spock's father Sarek. Spock gave a short nod.

"Father."

"Son."

"I wished to talk to mother."

Sarek stood aside. Spock entered the small space with it's neat metal desk and built in cupboards. Even the beds were metal framed bunk beds to save space. Spock briefly wondered if his father took top or bottom but pushed the illogical and strangely intimate thought out of his mind. His mother was sat on a folding chair by the desk. Amanda was often described by others who meet her as a handsome and intelligent woman who was polite and in control enough not to annoy the Vulcans but who offered a warm welcome to visiting alien ambassadors.

"Morning Spock, when are we landing?" She asked him warmly.

"Eight minutes mother."

"Oh good, I'm getting cabin fever."

"You have a fever mother?"

"No, it's a human saying Spock. It means I'm getting frustrated being in such a small space. Aren't you?"

"I am not suffering any ill effects mother, though the small space does not allow for much exercise. So It will be good to go for a run."

His mother reached out and placed a hand lightly on his forearm. As it was on top of his long white robe it did not bother Spock.

"I know how much you like to be out in the fresh air."

Amanda was referring to Spock's habit of spending his spare time in the mountain range north of their house. It was a habit that worried his mother and seemed to almost irritate his father. He knew this but he still felt the need to be completely alone, especially recently. In the last seven months Spock's human side had began to flare. For years he had worked harder than any of his class mates, at his studies and at learning the emotion mastery techniques central to Vulcan culture. It seemed that despite this his human D.N.A could not be repressed, he could never be fully Vulcan. He would always be an outsider. He would never admit it to anybody else but he felt he was always going to suffer from a soul destroying loneliness.

His mother gave his arm a slight squeeze as if she knew what he was thinking and wanted to reassure him.

"Are you packed and ready to go?"

"Yes mother." Spock turned to leave; he would sit in his assigned seat in a little area behind the bridge ready to land.

"Spock." Sarek called. Spock turned to his father.

"You understand what is at stake in this trip."

"Yes father."

"There will be certain things that you will find distasteful but for the assignment to be successful you must not show your distaste. They are a species who survives on an illogical system so it maybe difficult but the people of Taurus iv are depending on this trade."

Spock nodded. He was used to suppressing emotions but at the centre of logic is truth. If asked directly an opinion he might be forced to lie, something he had never had cause to do before. It was a difficult moral situation. To lie was against the Vulcan way of life but Spock fully understood that if he insulted the Sultan of the island then they would be forced to leave without the algae that would save a hundred thousand lives. Spock respected all life as was the Vulcan way and he could not allow his lack of willingness to lie to result in that loss of life. He felt a slight discomfort at the idea that he maybe forced to look on slaves, people without freedom and not show his distaste. Perhaps to lie, even though Vulcans do not lie. He hoped that after the official welcoming he would be allowed to stay in his room and study his entrance exams for the Vulcan science academy was only six weeks and three days away.

Spock repeated that he would keep his opinions on the slave trade to himself and left his parents room. He went to the small passenger space just behind the cockpit and fixed the harness around him ready for the landing procedure. He was soon joined by his parents, he looked away as his father helped his mother to fasten one of the out dated straps at her shoulder. His mother had been suffering from stiffness in her fingers. A natural part of aging she had told him, far from reassuring it had just reminded him that his mother was human and her lifespan was much shorter than that of a Vulcan's. And growing ever shorter as her body had not had millions of years to adapt to a scorched planet with it's forceful gravity and humid dry air. To Spock it was home to his mother it had always been a foreign place. She went to Earth with his father on every diplomatic mission, leaving Spock alone so she could feel a breeze and rain on her face. Spock was alright on his own, he spent his time studying, walking in the wilds and writing new computer programs. But still, when his parents were away Spock would go days without talking to anybody except occasionally to answer a question set by his teachers. He was never close to his classmates; he was not Vulcan enough for them. He stuck to the teachings of Surek more steadfastly than any of his classmates, he was more disciplined, the best in his classes and was almost as strong as them. Still he had long ago realized that the teenage Vulcans would never recognize him for these traits, to them he would always be a half blood. The Vulcan science academy offered him the opportunity to find a place on the planet where he could respect. Be respected and maybe not so alone.

The pilot announced that they were about to land and Spock closed his eyes, when asked he would always say that he was taking a moment to focus his mind, it was a not a lie but there was a reason that he needed to focus his mind as they landed. As a child he had suffered fear when he had seen the shuttles dip through the windows and the ground coming close to them. He had thought that the shuttle would not slow or right itself and that it would plow into the ground and it's engine would explode and he'd live long enough to feel his flesh being simultaneously burnt and torn from his bones. Now, almost adult and well aware of the safety mechanisms and chance of shuttle incidents the view still caused some discomfort to him. He felt the slight bump of the shuttle as it touched down.

"Spock?"

Spock opened his eyes at his mother's voice.

"We're here." She said gently.

"I am aware of that Mother. I shall collect my luggage." Spock spared a glance out the window. The only thing he saw of the strange new world was a grey and cloudy sky. His mother would be pleased by that at least and rain was something that was still novel to Spock having only experienced it on a few planets he had visited. He liked the smell that seemed to come after rain on any planet. Musty and woody, fresh yet old it seemed to Spock to indicate richness and fertile lands. He went to the tiny compartment. The few belongings he had packed had seemed to fill the space. His clothes had only just fit in the draws, he had hung a traditional robe he had brought to meditate in on a hook and had add his thick grey woolen coat next to it. He had piled his school books and PADD under the table. It had been enough to make the room look untidy But now as he picked up his packed suitcase the room looked sterile again, there was no indication he had resided in the room for three days. Sometimes Spock felt he had never left any mark anywhere, only in his mother. He, a half blood had been produced through two years of genetic engineering to satisfy his mother and to be an heir to his father yet he did not believe he pleased either of them. Not understood by his father and not Human enough for the mother who needed affection. He ran his fingertips over the metal of the desk he had spent nineteen hours of his seventeenth birthday at, he left the room and the door clanged shut behind him. He waited by the shuttle door as his parents collected their belongings and his father gave the pilots instructions. They were allowed to rest but must always be on call. Once the algae were collected then they would be leaving quickly. When these matters had been sorted they all stood before the door as the pilots assistant hit the release button. The air that came through the gap as the door opened was cool salty and carried some floral fragrances. Spock's eyes took in every thing as the doors opened the greens and dark purples of the leaves that were revealed the dark brown of the woods the large dusty red brick building with figures carved just below the black tiles of the roof. The shuttle pad was surrounded by a garden laid out so the different colored flowers made geometric patterns. On the path in front of them ready to greet them were a group of K'pilians. They were short, all around five feet tall, the ne woman was taller than the three men. They were all rather rotund. Their hair was blonde there skin white in color but darkly tanned, their eyes a violent shade of orange. Spock immediately knew who the lord of the house was , he was dressed in rich colors, flowing tunics in shades of blue with animal skin belts studded with gems around his waist. His name, Lord Pur was apt as he reminded Spock of the fat house cats he had seen on earth.

"Ambassador Sarek." Lord Pur said throwing his arms wide open in a welcoming gesture. The little translator implant below the skin of Spock arm had been reconfigured so that it would translate the K'pilians trilling and light language.

"Welcome to my island. I have heard a lot of you and I am honored to have you visit us."

Sarek gave a sharp little bow and held his hand up, Amanda walked forwards and pressed her two finger to his and gave a demur bow.

"Lord Pur, thank you for your hospitality. May I introduce to you my wife Lady Amanda and my son Spock."

Spock stepped forwards and gave an awkward bow.

"Welcome, beautiful lady, strong tall son." Lord Pur said.

Spock watched his mother gave her most diplomatic smile the one that most interpreted that she had found them charming but Spock knew actually meant she had taken an immediate disliking to the person. If Spock took a moment to look through his mothers eyes he would understand why, she hated men who thought they were more civilized than everybody else simply because they owned expensive pieces of art and manuscripts they would never read. But they wore the skins and furs of dead animals, and all their expensive jewels had been mined on the sweat and blood and a ties flesh of decent hard working men and then there were the slaves.

"Yes, he's my handsome boy." His mother smiled fondly towards him and Spock felt the tips of his ears grow hot.

"You realize the reason for our coming. The dettri algae is the only thing that will cure the virus that is killing all the plant life on Tarus iv."

"Ah, Mr. Ambassador, surely you realize that it is considered extremely bad manners to talk business on your first night on the planet. You and your honorable wife and son are our guests. We have a feast prepared and gifts, surely you would not take away our chance to have a party. There is nothing K'pilians like better than a party."

Spock could not believe the selfishness of the man although he had been prepared for it. There were hundreds of people dying every hour and this man instead of just getting straight into trade agreements and getting them over and done with quickly so that peoples lives would be saved but instead the man wanted to have a party. To eat food and be entertained while other suffered when he could end that suffering.

"Of course." Sarek said with a slight nod. "Your hospitality is quite legendary throughout the quadrant."

The piece of flattery seemed to go down well with Lord Pur.

"Well, I have made provisions for your pilots, so if you will follow me to the banquet room, we will begin our celebrations!"

"Oh, Lord Pur. May we first stop of at our rooms to drop of our luggage?"
"No need, no need."

Lord Pur held up his hand and from the shadows of the covered walkway that went around the building came three men. Unlike the other K'pilians these three men were slim, well toned and darker tanned as if they spent a lot of time doing manual work outdoors. Their clothes were simple tunics of un-dyed rough looking material. There hair was long and tied back with a strip of dark animal skin. As they got closer to Spock he saw scars lacing across their arms. One of the men, the tallest one seemed to have more scars than the others. Large areas of the skin on his bare arm were pure white and indented as if somehow inches of flesh had been dug out. Spock hoped that these injuries were from the nature of their work and not a punishment for something. Spock stood stock still as he watched the slaves pick up his luggage. He noticed how the Slaves kept their eyes on the floor and made small bows as they passed Lord Pur. Spock didn't feel anything, it seemed the extra meditation hours and mind training he had been putting in had helped. Lord Pur said for them to follow him. Spock walked through the well decorated gardens taking in the bright flowers and the spiny bushes with there light yellow or dark blue leaves. At least as his father tried to negotiate an agreement he could spent time outside, examine and study and record the plants in these gardens. He followed behind Lord Pur and his parents but felt the footsteps of the bodyguard close behind him. They entered a hallway that was lined with large windows of tinted glass that let in a dull light. The other wall was ornately decorated with a mural. It seemed to show a vast city built above a sea. The sea bed was littered with jewels, the message was clear. That the people had grown rich on the jewels from the sea, what it ignored was the fact that the jewels were not simply picked up but were mined by men forced to work in bad conditions. The hallway led them straight to a hall of massive proportion. Unlike most meeting places Spock had seen the ceiling was low, no higher than it had been in the hallway. The floor was carpeted in red carpeting and the wallpaper was a shimmering yellow the table was made of a precious metal the legs of which had been shaped to look like an ebbing tide complete with tiny sea shells little crab like creatures. The chair backs were inlaid with jewels and at the centre of the room was a fountain of four unidentified creatures made out of one sheet of blown glass. But Spock noticed none of this opulence. All he noticed was that stood at each of the three doorways was a pair of women. Each had seemed to have been matched in height and weight and had their hair cut in the same way their make up painted on in the same fashion. They had been made into living statues, perfect and beautiful in their long flowing sliver skirts and tops that only covered their breasts. Perfect except the dead look in their eyes and the chains around their ankles and the hints of bruises and scratches and bite marks on their necks, their wrists and dipping below the scant material of their clothing.

Lord Pur was talking normally, telling Sarek about the furnishings and the paintings in detail making sure to mention how far all the materials had to travel across the ocean, how much they had cost how many times the glass centerpiece had broken as it cooled and had to have been re-fired. Sarek seemed to be listening in interest, asking about the paintings his mother was politely nodding and smiling as well. They would not talk of the six living statues; they would not look at them. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few or the one. There were more people dying on Taurus IV than there were slaves in this household. They could not take on the problems of a non federation planet.

More people were entering the hall, Spock could tell from the rich clothing and air of importance they carried themselves with that these were rich business owners and officials here to gaze upon the rare and unknown federation ambassador. Spock knew that he also was now on show. And that he must watch what he said where he looked and how he acted.

"Let the party begin." Lord Pur shouted. The moment he spoke six men carrying strange shaped pieces of wood came through a side door. Spock realized that they were more slaves, though a little plumper and better dressed in tunics dyed a shade of yellow with thick leather belts around their wastes. Spock watched them as they walked onto a small platform in the corner of the room. Spock realized with interest that the shaped wood were instruments, most of which looked like variations of flutes though one had something like strings made of either thick hair or very thin strips of animal skin. Most humanoid cultures seemed to invent instruments of the same kind with wood and hair and animals skins. Wind or percussion instruments were often the first to be discovered, his mothers favorite the piano was an instrument that seemed to have only been invented on earth but had quickly spread through the quadrant. Wind instruments were considered somewhat juvenile on Vulcan, and were given to children to play before they were considered old enough for their first lyre.

Spock was called over to stand by his mother and he spent the next hour nodding to various people and answering questions of little importance while listening to the complicated and lilting music behind him that sounded like a homage to the wind whistling through the trees and storms and ebbing tides and waves. Finally after countless overweight traders and slim younger women all wearing different shades of green with jewels sewn into the hems and sleeves of their gowns they were allowed to sit. The chairs in all their decorativeness were rather uncomfortable but Spock was thankful he could stop the polite nods when he couldn't force himself to actually respect these people. As a Vulcan he had been taught to respect all life, but these people who valued items more than the lives of others.. he could not respect these people.

Lord Pur stood up and clapped his hands, Spock had thought it was to call in the food servers and although he was hungry he was also apprehensive though the Vulcan stomach can handle most foods he found his half human biology made him suffer from the occasion bouts of what his mother called stomach flu. His stomach disagreed with the food he ate but his Vulcan body would not expel it. But instead of servers one of the men who Spock could not place into the two classes of people he had already seen on the planet walked across the middle of the room over to the slave girls. As he undid the chains around their ankles two more male slaves came in these ones carrying primitive drums, they joined the rest of the musicians. The girls did not move until all were free and the drummers had started a steady beat. They moved to the middle of the hall and they started to stalk in a circle there arms wide there steps careful, they looked as if ready to fight not ready to dance. Then as that strange string instrument joined in with a repeating chorus the girls turned to face outwards clapping there hands and swaying their hips. As the dance continued the circle broke and other shapes were made, the girls using their legs and their arms and always swaying there hips and spinning around. The display reminded Spock a little of when he had watched synchronized swimming with his mother on earth. The movements and the shapes made, simple but perfectly timed the only difference being that instead of aiming for perfection these dances seemed like a forced show of seduction. Spock did not think that the slaves would want the attention and the other possible consequence that would come at the end of the dance. There muscles were kept tense and there eyes remained dead, they did not look at the people they were performing for or at each other and when the dance was over they went back to there positions by the doors to be passively chained up whilst lord Pur was congratulated on the fineness of his dancing girls and the obvious strict nature with which they were managed. Spock felt a sudden rise of anger and had to stare down at his plate and take several steady breaths through his nose. He knew his mother sat beside him noticed this display of stress but he glanced up at her to let her know her sympathy or touch was not needed nor desired.

Lord Pur talked incessantly to Sarek and shot the occasional comment to Amanda as if only through politeness. Spock who was on the other side of his mother and sat next to a young married woman who did not talk to him but kept shooting little glances at his ears and eye and fingers (which in comparison with the K'pilians were quite long). The food was brought out with more pomp and circumstance.

"I know that you and your son do not consume the flesh of animals, birds or fish, but your wife. I know you are form another planet altogether."

"I am from Earth, Terra." She added the second name because the communicator might translate Earth as ground or dirt.

"Ah, Terra, I have heard of it. Yes, I have purchased the blue stones, sapphires from earth. They are the color of the deepest sea, beautiful."

"Yes, I have always enjoyed sapphires."

"But our stones are also beautiful."

"Yes, they are." Amanda agreed.

"So do the Terran people eat the flesh of animals?"

"Many do, it has been years since I have but I might partake of some fish."

Spock glanced down the table and saw his father's eyebrow raise ever so slightly. But Spock knew his mother always ate fish when the visited earth, only fish though. He did not understand how she differentiated from the lives of the fish to those of the mammals but she did and Spock accepted it as a Human eccentricity.

"Ah! Good Good, our fish dishes are very fine and I wish to show such a lovely lady the finest. I shall have them bring some delicacies for you, the Pilkin Insects."

"Insects? I guess I could try some insects."

"You must my lady."

The servers had now appeared pushing carts of many different dishes in front of them.

"We partake of five dishes on the evening meals." Lord Pur explained. Then He called to the servers and dictated which dish was to be served to each. Spock kept his eyes down as the server approached him and placed a small ceramic bowl in front of him. It contained what looked like wilted blue leaves. Spock examined it for a moment then decided it was acceptable and took a mouthful with the long four pronged fork. Their was a strong undertone of copper in the plant which pleased Spock, it had been dribbled with an oil and some spices and something like the potato chips his mother had convinced him to try once. It was acceptable.

"Spock." Lord Pur shouted down the table.

"Yes Sir."

"How do you like the food?"

"It is pleasing to me."

"Good." Pur said loudly and happily.

The servers picked up Spock's plate once he was done and pushed the carts out just as another row pushed the next course in. The courses were served in the same way as before with Pur choosing a dish for each person. Spock was brought something that looked like a light green soup. As Spock tried the peppery soup he watched as a plate of three long many eyed stick insects were placed in front of his mother. She gave lord Pur her biggest fake smile.

"It's quite a treat, insects are not eaten on Terra or Vulcan. In fact there are many planets I have visited that ignore the possible protein source of insects."

"But they are there, so why not eat them. Try them my lovely lady you will like them."

Spock watched from the corner of his eye as his mother picked up the strange looking insect and bit into it with a crush, she put her hand to her mouth as she ate.

"You know that's much nicer than I expected." She said honestly to Pur.

" Yes, they are a rare dish, hard to find but much in demand for there powerful aphrodisiac qualities." Spock felt his cheeks grow hot in a blush and he turned his attention back to the food. The next plate brought to Spock contained a mass of spiced grains and beans that Spock found delicious. The forth was surprisingly the algae that Sarek had come to trade. A small plate with the algae smeared on something like a pancake were delivered to Spock and his mother and father.,

"I thought you should see what it is you are here to purchase."

"It is an interesting flavor. I thank you." Sarek replied.

Spock did not like the custard (or what he assumed could be classed as a custard as it was yellow and lumpy to start with then turned to the texture of rubber after two minutes) that finished off the meal but he was glad that the meal itself was finished. The food had not been unpleasant on a whole but he quickly tiring. K'pilo was neither hot nor had a particularly strong gravity but the air seemed thick and tasted like salt on the back of his tongue and the journey had been so restrictive as to tire him. He was about to ask if he could retire or whether there were more entertainments offered when Lord Pur gave another wave of his arms.

"It is time for the gifts."

Spock noticed him looking towards the man who had unbound the slaves which he now thought might be a paid man servant. The man nodded and went to one of the doors he said something to somebody out of sight and one of the house slaves walked in carrying folded green fabric. He placed the fabric in front of Amanda.

"These are the finest of fabrics on k'pilo."

Spock watched his mother hold up the fabric that had been sewn into tunics like those the K'pilians seemed fond of. They had light blue gems sewn around the neckline to look like a teardrop shaped necklace.

"It's beautiful, I like the color."

"Green is the color worn by married women. It is the color of fertility and contentment."

"Well contentment comes form a good marriage. I thank you lord Pur. I shall wear them to all the functions on Vulcan."

"I am glad you enjoy them."

As they had talked another slave had approached and with a glare from Pur he placed a polished wood instrument which looked like a flute with three shaped sticks drilling through the middle.

"Ah, I have heard the Vulcans enjoy music. This is a Bakloo, I shall make my chief musician available to you for the rest of your stay so that you can learn to."

"I look forwards to it." Sarek answered turning the instrument around in his hands.

"And for your son, who I believe is coming of age. I give the finest gift that can be given."

Spock could not help but feel slightly curious about what gift he was going to receive and what coming to age (which he wasn't anywhere close to in Vulcan terms) had to do with the gift. Perhaps he was going to learn something about K'pilian culture he had not read. He looked towards the door. He waited for a long minute before he saw two well dressed men approaching. Spock was a little confused by this as the previous gifts had been delivered by male slaves. But then he saw that in there hands were rough ropes that they were tugging at and after another couple of seconds what was attached to those ropes was revealed. A girl.

The girl was undeniably beautiful. She was slimmed with long toned limbs. Her skin was a milky mahogany and seemed to have a glow underneath it. Her head was down and her long straight black hair fell over her face but when she glanced up her eyes were fierce and wild. Spock had never seen eyes look like that before. Spock knew she was a slave, if the chains were not enough to tell him that and the way the man next to her pushed her so she landed splayed on the floor but she was wearing thin translucent robes that showed the majority of her body. Her breasts and below her navel were covered but the well toned smooth looking thighs and flat stomach. Every part of her curved and the red translucent material fell over and gently touched those curves. Spock realized he had been holding his breath and took a deep breath before looking straight back at his plate again. But his gaze could not stay off her for long. He did not know anything about her and a part of him told him that if he wanted to keep from insulting the Lord then keeping from paying much attention to the slaves would probably be to his advantage. She looked up from the floor and looked directly at him he felt a strange sensation, like a tiny current of electricity travelling up his spine.

Lord Pur announced standing up and waving his arm at the girl in a grand gesture.

"For your esteemed son." Lord Pur said and there was a quiet round of applause from those sat at the table.

Spock glanced up at him puzzled for a moment as to what it was that he was being given. Then like a bad stomach bug it hit him.

"She is 2XW. An untouched."

Spock stared at the girl. The wild and beautiful girl. The girl who had just been made his property. The girl stared back with pure hate in her eyes.

Well, thank you for reading. I would love to know what you think.