The Pet
Chapter Six

by Ellymay

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This is my first attempt at writing. It's a Star Trek original series story. Star Trek and its characters are the property of Paramount pictures, and this story is just a work of fan fiction. It's just for fun and not for profit.

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Before long it was thoroughly dark out and I was just resigning myself to another horrible night in this cell when I heard someone coming. Standing my face pressed close against the cold steel of the cell bars I waited in silent anticipation. Was Spock finally arriving to liberate me from this endless confinement or was it the guard simply brining in another unfortunate prisoner? I heard the sound of keys rattling then the distinct creak of the door slowly opening and footsteps approaching my cell.

The guard abruptly appeared nervously escorting a familiar individual to the front of my cell. I was painfully aware of my heart as it abruptly skipped a beat then collapsed to the ground near my feet. I was expecting Spock not the gentleman who stood rigidly before me arms folded across his massive chest.

I took a slow step backwards, swallowed hard, and immediately averted my eyes to appear suitably passive. I found this behavior easy to assume in the face of his angry face. He was intimidating even to me although I had faced a Gorn in single combat. When he spoke, it was with a voice rough with restrained agitation undoubtedly due to my inappropriate behavior.

"Release him." He bellowed at the already frightened guard. He stood there silently observing me with a penetrating stare as the nervous guard fumbling with his keys moved immediately to open my cell. I sensed the intense heat from his eyes burning deep into my very soul as he continued to soundlessly watch me.

When the guard had the door opened, the Ambassador deliberately stepped towards me. He casually unfolded his arms, intentionally bringing into view my collar and leash. Utterly humiliated, I passively stood there while he snapped the collar around my neck then securing the leash he roughly led me from the cell. He never uttered another word, simply signed a series of papers for my release then encircling my arm with one immense hand we departed the brig.

During the long march back, I speculated as to the reason why the Ambassador and not Spock released me from my imprisonment. I could easily understand Taduran's anger though I thought Spock was beyond petty retaliation. I couldn't comprehend Spock's new attitude towards me during this assignment. I could no longer recognize the individual he had recently become as being my first officer.

The thought of the Ambassador and the Tellerite being involved in some underhanded dealings during the conference could however explain Spock's anomalous absence. If he unknowingly stumbled onto some pertinent information connecting the two ambassadors he could be in serious trouble. I badly needed answers to questions I dare not pose in the presents of Stoamer's most influential, not to mention mysterious, ambassador.

Once we reached the hotel the Ambassador escorted me directly to my room, unlocking the door and quickly ushering me inside. After entering the room himself, he secured the door lock before turning his attention back to me. I submissively stood there, with him simply looking at me, for the longest time. I waited in suspense, preparing myself for something drastic to happen.

I found it actually difficult not to shrink away from this individual when he finally stepped forward to gently remove my collar and leash. I remained in a submissive stance during the entire procedure, my head lowered and eyes averted, unable to view his features or determine his temperament.

I heard the distinct click of the clasp on the collar as the Ambassador released the locking mechanism. I felt my skin cool with the caress of unobstructed air as the collar gradually slipped away from my throat. Abruptly appearing in my line of sight was an enormous pair of hands as they slowly move downward then settle at the Ambassador's side still tightly clutching the collar.

I received only the briefest of hints regarding his emotional state when he ultimately designed to speak to me. In a voice now gruff with...what? Suppressed amusement? Relief? Or something more?

He growled. "You stink, go in and bathe, now!" The last word he uttered with an undeniable command tone in his voice, a sharpness that unquestionably stated I dared not challenge his orders. With a firm hand together with an unceremonious shove to my back he forcefully propelled me towards the bathroom door. He slowly lowered his immense bulk into a nearby chair, waiting silently for my response to his command. Not wanting to provoke him further, as well as thinking how refreshing it would feel to wash off all the remnants of my stay in the local brig I did so without hesitating.

My shower completed and feeling refreshed I stepped out of the stall to find I had nothing in which to wear as clothing. I wrapped a dry towel securely about my hips while searching the entire bathroom becoming curious when I couldn't find them. I suddenly came to the realization my clothing had been removed for a reason; therefore I timidly and completely embarrassed entered the main room to confront the ambassador.

I located him exactly as I had left him, calmly seated in a chair; his legs gracefully stretched out before him casually crossed at the ankles. However, I discovered to my dismay, firmly grasped in one mammoth hand was my short robe and belt, the required attire for a pet.

The Ambassador was granting me the alternative of either donning my guise and resuming my role as a pet or remaining as I was wrapped in an extremely short, damp towel. I determined it would be useless to dispute the point therefore I accepted the costume and returned to the bathroom to change.

When I reentered the apartment I realized that Spock still remained strangely absent. I also understood that as a pet I would not be allowed to question the ambassador concerning his disappearance without suffering the consequences of such an action. I also had a distinct impression that Taduran would not freely volunteer the information I desperately desired. Therefore I decided to risk punishment by breaking his peculiar rule requiring a pet to remain in absolute silence.

I walked up to where the Ambassador was sitting, looking notably repentant, in the hopes that this posture would appease him. He didn't utter a word but openly as well as deliberately examined me to thoroughly determine if I was attired properly. After I endured this humiliating procedure the Ambassador reached for my collar and placed it about my neck. He then, with a superficial tilt of his head, indicating I was to withdraw to my cot where a meager container of food awaited me.

I looked at the food with a passionate desire to obey him, but Spock's whereabouts seemed more important. If he were in some kind of trouble and required my assistance I couldn't afford the pleasure of food yet. With an audible rumble of protest from my empty stomach I reluctantly turned my attention back to the Ambassador.

As I stared defiantly into the face of the man before me I became sharply aware of the animosity mounting in his eyes as well as the rigid manner in which he held himself. Knowing I was risking severe punishment at the hands of this behemoth I was nonetheless determined to obtain the information I desired.

At the sound of my first word the Ambassador's controlled anger turned immediately to full-blown fury. He rose up out of the chair, moving slowly and carefully until finally, towering above me, he allowed me to visualize his tremendous height. He stood balanced there for a moment like an enormous grizzly bear on two legs, waiting for my next move.

I attempted evasion by retreating when a massive hand shot out immediately, and firmly grabbed my arm above the elbow. He moved faster then an individual of his immense proportions should be able to, resulting in my immediate capture. Before I realized what was happening and without permitting adequate time to react he abruptly whirled me around deliberately shoving me face down across the table.

The arm he clutched in his vice like the other abruptly joined grip and together, both arms were ultimately secured to my back in one of his massive hands. In this undignified position I was thoroughly prevented from any possibility of escape. I then experience an intense pain as his free hand descended repeatedly across my backside before releasing me to once again face him.

Extremely shocked as well as utterly mortified I stood there massaging the soreness from my bottom and rapidly blinking back the tears that threatened to cascade down my cheeks. Folding his arms across his chest the ambassador then tilted his head, once again indicating my cot, leaving me no doubt as to the consequences should I disobeyed him further. I was not overly enthusiastic about repeating the experience therefore I immediately did as he instructed going directly to my cot.

Once there I discovered sitting to be quite excruciating, nevertheless I somehow managed to endure the discomfort. I suppose under the circumstances discovering Spock's whereabouts would have wait a while longer. He was after all fully capable of taking care of himself in most situations therefore I decided to wait it out rather then present the ambassador with another excuse to punish me.

I greedily consumed the meager portion of food in the bowl while contemplating my next course of action. What could I do as an insignificant pet to influence the Ambassador into divulging the information I desired without incurring his wrath? What knowledge I had obtained concerning the relationship between a pet and its master was considerable compared to what I knew about dealing with an unfamiliar master. My dealings with Spock at best was precarious therefore I couldn't imagine anything beneficial that would influence Ambassador Taduran enough to gain the information I was after.

By the time I finished eating I still remained unclear concerning how I should proceed with the Ambassador. I was unsure as to his involvement with the Tellerite Ambassador therefore I couldn't trust him enough to divulge our true identity as well as our mission on Stoamer. I wasn't entirely positive of Taduran's innocence in the matter of Spock's absence. I couldn't even tell if he knew that Spock was missing.

I had to come up with a plausible reason for speaking to him that would disclose the information I needed as well as restrict further punishment. Bolstering my courage in preparation for anything I picked up my bowl and warily stepped up to confront Ambassador Taduran once more.

Remaining a sufficient distance away from Taduran, I placed my empty dish on the small table. I had just prepared myself for another argument with the Ambassador when I caught a distinct yet muffled click, followed by the familiar swish of a door sliding open. Someone was about to enter the room. I instantly lowered my eyes and stood there submissively waiting for whoever it was to enter.

Spock being the only logical one I could think of that would be coming in without knocking set my heart to pounding furiously with anticipation. I desperately desired to turn towards the door, to look for myself if my intuition was correct, but the still throbbing pain in my backside reminded me of my status as a pet. Positioned with my back to the door in addition to in my submissive stance it was impossible to discern the individual entering until I heard a familiar baritone. At the musical sound of Spock's voice I instantly spun around to enthusiastically cry out, "Spock!"

My delight at seeing my first officer unharmed however, was short lived, the instant I comprehended the look on his face. I immediately dropped my head and returned to a properly obedient stance inwardly relieved though at seeing Spock standing there.

I could tell he was exhausted, and thoroughly frustrated with me, although for a moment I caught the glow of relief in his dark eyes as well as a softening of his generally stoic expression. This vanished quickly and was replaced immediately with a more suitable Vulcan look as he turned to speak to Ambassador Taduran. I didn't know what he had gone through during my brief adventure however I had a peculiar feeling I would soon find out.

End Chapter 6

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