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Away Mission 2: Love Slave

A | Author - TLR | Genre - Humor | Main Story | Rating - PG
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Away Mission 2: Love Slave

By: TLR

Rated PG: Mild Language/ Adult content
Disclaimer: Enterprise is the property of UPN and Paramount productions.
Summary: This story is the second installment of my “Away Mission” series. It’s another funny situation that the love birds get themselves into. The ship is broken; they need a part to fix it. Instead of sending down the whole crew, Captain Archer thinks it would be best that our favorite resident couple go after the item. The fun and mayhem that ensues is really cute. Enjoy

March 30th 2005

The Volmun are a Matriarchal society, the Vulcan database stated. Industrial, space capable, socially gregarious and highly intelligent...... Hoshi watched as the data crossed her screen. T’Pol was already over her shoulder with equal interest. The page ran on about their historical accomplishments and spiritual rituals. Turning to the next screen, a few brief paragraphs about social beliefs came up. Both Hoshi and T’Pol’s eyes widened as they read more about their socially acceptable customs. Jon noticed the change on their faces with great interest.

“Something I should know about?” he asked rather frustrated. It hadn’t been easy for Archer to give up leading the away mission, but being that men held a low rank in this society he felt it best to let his first officer do the negotiating for them. The door swooshed open and out stepped Commander Tucker onto the bridge. He nodded to Archer then moved over to the two women totally unnoticed.

Trip stood there a moment craning to see what held the two so intrigued. From his point of view, he could only make out a few words.

“Leash and collar? “ He declared somewhat amazed.
“You two better be readin’ their pet policies.”

“In a way we are” Hoshi mused then looked at T’Pol for a better way to explain their delicate situation. T’Pol stood and walked slowly past her bond mate, over toward the captain. In her hand she carried the palm padd that held a copy of the alarming data.

“Captain...”She started a bit shaky. “It would seem that I may not travel to the surface unescorted.” She looked at him while handing him the padd.

“That’s okay....you can take Hoshi with you.” He glanced at her then turned to see her dilemma.

“Two women in a matriarchal society should be better than one anyway.”

“Actually Captain.....it is not” T’Pol waited a second for the Captain to finish reading the highlighted paragraphs.

“Women must keep their attendants leashed at all times except.....” He trailed off reading the last part out loud since he was in public.

“Unattended women are considered as a threat to any other woman’s attendants.....”T’Pol started to explain. “ It would seem Captain, that I must be accompanied by a male... on a leash.” She added in distain.

“Awh Cap’n,” Trip replied walking over to read for himself. “This is just demeaning... I mean leashed.... You can’t be seen like that.” Trip was feeling empathy for his friend’s predicament.

“That is not all Captain,...” T’Pol broke in noting the two men hadn’t read down far enough. She reached over Archer’s arm and pointed out the sub paragraph. She read aloud.

“Attendants are expected to satisfy the carnal needs of their mates. Public displays of affection are required to show the attendant is truly worthy of his mistress.”

T’Pol looked wearily at Archer. If he did choose to accompany her then she would be forced to endure his open affection. An unacceptable thought given her new relationship with Trip.

“In light of these new developments, I suggest that Commander Tucker would be the better choice to accompany me to the surface.” Trip whipped a stern look at her.

(Well.... do you want the Captain fondling me down there?) She sent through their bond and found a more reasonable face taking shape.

(I heard of a wife pulling her husband’s chain before, but this is takin’ it too far.)
He griped back.

( Well I am sure Mr. Reed would be happy to provide for my safety if you do not care to go.)

Trip shot her a squinty eyed look. ( very funny)

The two would often use Malcolm as a leverage tool. T’Pol would remind Trip of his interest and Trip would tease her about his many questions concerning their sex life. T’Pol took offense that the Lieutenant was so interested in Vulcan mating rituals. Trip would always tell her it’s because he’s jealous.

Archer sat watching the non verbal discussion between the two.

“You guys done yet?” He smirked trying to regain some control over the situation.

“T’Pol... I believe you’re correct. Trip would be better suited to go. Besides being close....he is also quite familiar with the part we’ll need. He can even help with the negotiations as long as he does it through your......” Archer took his fingers and waved them at his temples, indicating the bond he knew of, but couldn’t comprehend.

“I think he’d look good in a toga.” Hoshi came up to stand beside them holding yet another padd. It had a picture of the Volmuns and their social attire.

The women were the workers, wearing jumpsuits in the factories, but dressing in loose layers during their off times. The men....the attendants were only dressed in toga type robes and sandals.

“A dress!.....I gotta wear a dress!!!!!.... Cap’n......”He made a sympathetic plea to Jon.

“Sorry Trip...but if that is what the Volmun’s consider appropriate attire, then we must comply. If we insult them they may not give us the assistance we need.”

“This Fusion reactor pump isn’t worth me wearin’ a dress!” He was determined.

“Trip this fusion reactor pump is what we need to get back our warp drive...unless you feel like limping back to space dock at impulse, we have to make some sacrifices.”

“Yeah but Cap’n...” Trip was starting to turn red.

“I know...” Archer started..” But do you really want anyone else having to do this....” He pointed to an adjacent paragraph “ to T’Pol”

Trip’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped heartily. “They do that in public?” he asked astonished by the words on the screen.

“Apparently” T’Pol’s voice held as much distain as Trip’s had a moment ago.

Trip pondered a moment... Would he really want any other man making sexual advances at her. Worse, if they had too, would he end up knowing about it through their bond. Could he stand it.

“All right Cap’n, but I’m not gonna put that dang blasted thing on until I leave the ship.”

“Fair enough Trip”

“Be sure to bring a camera.” Hoshi leaned into T’Pol and whispered quietly. Malcolm caught the gist of her whimsy and chucked softly. Trip shot them both a scalding glare.

( Don’t worry my beloved..... I would not embarrass you that way. You are doing this to protect me from the advances of other males.... It is commendable of you.) T’Pol tried to sooth her bond mate’s frazzled nerves.

(Yeah well....) His mood softened looking into her beautiful brown eyes. ( only for you)

( T’hai’la) (My love)

The ride to the surface was a tense one. T’Pol sat at tactical reviewing the protocols aloud as Trip continued to huff and puff at his situation. His feet hurt from the sandals, the tunic was too tight and there was a major draft up his BVDs.

Right after donning his new attired, T’Pol had to control her thoughts not to be amused by her bond mate’s concern with the shortness of the outfit. Several times he ran his hands along the back of the skirt to make sure his skivvies weren’t showing.

(Your lower extremities are quite appealing in that attired, beloved.) she sent little encouragements through their bond while continuing to review the customs.

“Remember you are to walk 2 feet behind me at all times. You are to allow other females to pass and follow them upon command. You are not to touch any other female and more importantly not to touch any other attendants either.”

“Well there’s a rule I can get behind.” Trip smarted by all their rules but found some satisfaction in he was safe from all affections save T’Pol’s.

“You are to show affection through touch in benign matters and during meetings.” T’Pol winced at that. While their relationship was hot as a pistol behind closed doors, in public the most affection they showed was sitting together on movie night. Even then they didn’t hold hands.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Trip asked feeling a bit hen pecked.

“Yes, in fact you do.” T’Pol read the final passage on their social customs.

“Really.” Trip asked with great surprise. “What?”

“You decide when we are to copulate.” she searched for the proper translation from Hoshi’s transcripts.

“I, what?”

“It would appear that you’re readiness is essential for copulation, therefore the males can dictate when they need to be serviced.”

Again Trip winced. “Serviced.... you’re making me sound like a replicator.” Trip ran a finger between the red studded collar and his throat. He could already feel it tighten in on him and the leash hadn’t been attached yet.

“I am just using the terminology that Hoshi used in her translations of their original texts.” T’Pol flipped a few switches and studied her con station.

“Coming up on the landing coordinates.” she looked out the portal and saw the beautifully landscaped transport area. Trip brought the craft down with skill and quickly powered all systems down, lest any of the inhabitants saw that a male piloted the vessel. T’Pol likewise shut down all con station equipment and pulled out her small tricorder. She took 360 degree sweeps for any humanoid life forms approaching.

Trip stood up once more straightening his skirt. Again he pulled at it and looked back frantically swearing his butt was hanging out. T’Pol stood from her station. She was dressed in a roman type satin garment, low cut in the front. Her dress trailed the floor, but with long slits up each side to her mid thigh. Trip couldn’t help but look as she lifted her leg to tighten the straps of her sandals.

“Now that looks good on you” He murmured running a hand along her bare leg and under her garment.

“Commander” She warned.

“Just gettin’ in character, hun. I’m supposed to be very affectionate......” Trip smiled a bit flustered by his expected behavior.

“Attentive, not sexually explicit.” She corrected him. T’Pol went to her bond mate and attached the 10 ft leash. She yanked on it slightly to ensure it was latched well.

“Geez.... I feel like your average cocker spaniel.”

She tugged again gently. “Remember you are to remain silent at all times, respecting my superiority. You may speak to me through our bond.”

Yeah... Yeah.... Yeah... I remember.... but you remember I get to call the shots in the.......” he chuckled a moment... “Copulation department.”

“I doubt we’ll have need for that.” T’Pol looked down at her attire and adjusted the satin sash. A beeper went off on her tricorder indicating that a group approached.

Trip handed her the end of the leash again. “Lead away mistress.” He raised and lowered his eyebrows in a mischievous fashion finding some humor in this picture.

T’Pol took the leash once more and opened the shuttle hatch. She stepped out slowly allowing Trip plenty of time to exit safely. They walked directly to the receiving delegation. There before them stood 3 females accompanied by 3 male attendants, leashed and obedient. T’Pol noticed the males lightly rubbing their mistress’s backs and shoulders once they came to a stop. Trip stood quiet behind T’Pol. He kept his eyes low and his thoughts to himself for now.

“Greetings and long life.... My name is T’Pol of Vulcan” T’Pol offered up the familiar open V hand gesture.

“Greetings and salutations....I am called Gendar. I speak for the counsel.” She nodded honorably at T’Pol’s opening gesture. She was a tall dark haired woman of approximately 30 earth years. Similarly dress as T’Pol, but held a regal air about her.

“This is Melay” the dark haired woman pointed to the blond on her left. “ And Dubay... my co counsels” Now she directed T’Pol’s attention to the shorter red haired female to her right.

“I am honored.” T’Pol nodded a quiet greeting and was returned in kind a similar gesture from the group.

T’Pol waited uncomfortably to see if the women would introduce their male counterparts. When they did not, she left Trip unannounced as well.

(What....don’t they see me?) Trip snapped feeling very dismissed.

(Until they ask, I am not to introduce you....It was in the data base... I’m sorry my love.)

( I know....just wanted to know you knew I was still here)

(Always...) Trip lowered his head to keep the smile on his face from being seen. Unfortunately not well enough. The leader of the group noted the gesture and decided to comment.

“You have a shy one...” Gendar said looking directly at Trip

“He prefers privacy.” T’Pol tried to spare him any more criticism.

“He serves you well?” Again she noticed Trip’s behavior or lack of it.

“Very well.” T’Pol returned with conviction uncertain the problem Gendar had with her bond mate.

(That a girl.... you tell 'em...) Trip started to feel a bit defensive.

Gendar and the others eyed him a moment longer then proceeded. “Let us have refreshments and quiet talk in the main atrium. Please...” She gestured for T’Pol to walk ahead. Trip followed trying to keep behind the other women, but they fell back and he had to go ahead due to his tether. Trip could feel the women’s eyes on his backside.

(I feel like a piece of meat..... They’re looking at my ass.) Trip warned T’Pol and made her slow her pace.

The group of eight walked along a stony path and came upon a large round sand colored building. The counsel members entered it first dragging their males in tow. T’Pol with Trip brought up the rear.

The Atrium was dimly lit by candle light, the heady smell of incense wafting through the room. It was strewn with pillows and cushioned furniture. Beside each chair was a large velvet pillow. They watched as Gendar and the others took their seats around the comfortable surroundings. Their respect attendants eased down gracefully cross legged onto the pillows.

(You gotta be kiddin’ me) Trip thought. . (I’m supposed to sit like that in this get up????)

(Simply spread the skirt out when you sit. It will cover enough.) T’Pol moved to take a convenient seat across from the counsel members. Trip eyed the cushion after she sat down. He pondered how to get there without exposing his rear end to all present.

Normally on the cushions in their cabin, Trip would get down on all fours, position himself and sit up right. But in this.... dress that way wouldn’t work. He’d watched T’Pol sit gracefully into a squat many times in the past and ran her movements over and over again in his mind while twisting to eye the pillow.

(Sit Down!) T’Pol was firm seeing his contemplation was drawing the attention of all in the room.

Trip eyed it one more time, crossed his feet and leaned back. His balance faltered and he missed the square velvet by 4 inches, falling backward feet in the air and dignity totally out the window. Flustered he quickly righted himself pulling down the skirt and crossing his legs. Trip’s face was a crimson red now. He continued to check out his crotch, on occasion poking the material covering down between his thighs. T’Pol stiffened then resumed her composure.

“We would ask for your assistance. Our vessel is in need of a fusion reactor pump.” She started noticing the males beginning to paw at their mistresses. Hands slipped lazily up and down the women’s calves, their attentions taking up with relaxing their mates. T’Pol found it distracting and tried to focus. “We are told you make such an item here and wondered if we could work out some sort of barter or trade.”

Two younger women entered the room with attendants in tow. They carried a tray of drinks and made their way around the room stopping at all the attendant males. Each male retrieved a glass and held it for their mistress. After she drank, once more they’d hold on to it. When they got to Trip, who to this point was still busied with his skirt, he looked up received the glass with a slight nod and began to drink. All the women’s eyes cut to his behavior.

(Trip....) T’Pol corrected. (that is not your drink)

(What... well then why did they give it to me?)

(You are meant to hold it for me.)

(I can’t believe this.....Now I am a glorified cup holder)

The stares grew critical now and T’Pol knew she would have to intervene before his behavior breached etiquette totally.

(Hand me the glass and nod)

(What?)

(Just do it...now) She snorted.

Trip took the drink in both hands and held it up to T’Pol. He nodded as she watched him then she accepted it.

“Thank you.....” She started softly. The eyes were now on her. Clearing her throat she began.

“He tastes all my food and drink. On some worlds the food is poisonous to Vulcans and he doesn’t wish me to come to any harm.”

The women’s looks eased. “A servant that puts your safety above his own....Impressive”

T’Pol nodded her understanding.... “Indeed”

Trip now noticed the other males rubbing on their mistresses. He thought if he didn’t know the culture better, he would have sworn these guys were trying to get the ladies in the mood. The women however continued to watch the lack of attendance on Commander Tucker’s part. He started to feel scrutinized. Slowly he eased his hand up T’Pol’s dress and began stroking her well muscled calf. This lessened the women’s concerns.

“You stated you needed our assistance. Something about a trade.” Gendar returned her eyes on T’Pol.

“Yes” she started slapping Trip’s hand away from her leg.

Trip stopped and Gendar noticed the interaction.

“Does your attendant displease you.......T’Pol?” She asked about her discontent.

“No.... I choose to reserve our interactions for more private times.” T’Pol returned hoping to get out of the custom of public displays.

“How then is your male to prove his worthiness....... Keeping you safe is a noble quality for a male, however he must earn the right of your service....” Trip wasn’t sure but he thought the woman spoke of that copulation thing.

“On my world.... he needs only to prove his worthiness to me.... I then decide if he has earned anything.” T’Pol hoped the difference in their cultures would allow her an easier time of this. The other males were busy caressing and kissing their mates calves, hands and thighs. Melay’s attendant had even removed her sandals and from what Trip could tell began sucking her toes.

(I don’t believe it.............is that guy really...........Yikes !..........Get a room fella....) Trip’s lower jaw was a gape, and T’Pol’s was too mentally.

(These customs are even more dramatic then were outlined in the database. Do they not have a sense of decency? T’Pol was feeling offended by the display, or maybe she was reacting to it....She couldn’t tell.

(Now hun....) Trip began.... (We must learn to objectify their culture so we may know when to intervene and when not too.... Remember....... Besides what are you complainin’ bout.... You should see the view from the cheap seats.... None of these guys are wearin’ underwear....God...) Trip looked away from the group and turned to T’Pol. His eyes held a smirk, but he was truly feeling as uncomfortable as she was right now.

Gendar noted their interactions. “You are telepathic with your mate....?” she stated more than asked.

“We share a bond that allows us to get our needs across.” T’Pol was hesitant to acknowledge that fact.

“Interesting.... Then no doubt he is proving his worthiness through this bond then....” the dark haired woman returned a bit snippy.

“I fail to see your interest in whether or not my attendant is worthy to me?” T’Pol now reflected some of that arrogance.

“An unsatisfied female is a threat to other females... She grows dissatisfied with her own and seeks to steal another’s. It is our custom to prevent that from occurring.”

“I would not think of stealing another’s anything.” T’Pol started a bit too defensively. Trip reached out his hand and began caressing the back of her calf. He leaned in and placed his cheek against her warm skin.

(Honey..... Just relax... Let’s just play along with their customs a bit so she’ll back off.) Trip felt a warm sensation entering his body as his skin came in contact with his beloved’s.

T’Pol felt this sensation too and knew it not wise to let it build. (very well then, but move up and rub my shoulders instead so I may think a bit clearer. I will endeavor to negotiate quickly so we may leave.)

With that Trip rose and moved partially behind the Vulcan. He clasped his large hands on her shoulders and rubbed at the tightened muscles there. Seeing this, Gendar and the others backed down a bit. Melay’s attendant motioned to her gently and the young woman excused them both from the room. Trip watched in wonder at how simple their communication was. Up till now, this male had been a subservient, but with one tap on the knee he suddenly ran the show. Interesting....

Trip continued to massage T’Pol’s shoulders. The garment beneath his fingers often dropped, and slid half way down her arm revealing bare skin and affording him a better view of her upper body. Trip was really wishing that right now he and T’Pol were in their quarters on Enterprise instead of on an official away mission. T’Pol was explaining to Gendar and Dubay more about the equipment they needed and was about to suggest a trade when the two women began to smile. This got T’Pol’s attention.

“Is there something wrong...?” she asked quite amiss.

“No... but I think your attendant is in need of you..” Dubay noted and pointed in Trip’s direction.

T’Pol looked into his face and checked through their bond for any needs, there were none. Trip returned a puzzled look.

Gendar replied. “He has risen.....”

“Yes... I wished him to massage my shoulders... I was tense. He could not do that from the floor.” T’Pol totally misunderstood her meaning.

“No T’Pol..... I meant he has risen.....” Gendar pointed to Tuckers midsection. His flattened skirt now showed a distinct rounded bulge sticking through the material.

“Oh Lord....” Trip let out a groan and moved his hands to cover the obvious arousal. He turned his back to the women and tried to think of anything that would get him to settle down. T’Pol looked stunned as she couldn’t believe that Trip could find anything about this planet arousing.

“There is a room just off this hallway.... It is kept for off-worlders to use. Please attend to your male......”
Gendar pointed, her tone was more ordering than offering.

T’Pol looked up at Trip. He flashed her a very flustered look and turned quickly back away from the group. T’Pol swallowed hard and tried to redirect the conversation.

“My attendant wouldn’t be comfortable in any place other than our ship... I suggest we return there and set a time to continue this conversation later.” T’Pol stood to leave.

“That would be acceptable, T’Pol of Vulcan, except it is well into mid day..... Our sun’s radiation makes it difficult during this time for your transport device to regain orbit. Mid day is when we rest, returning to work after the main belt of the radiation has passed. We apologize for your attendant’s discomfort, but our facilities will have to do to relieve his arousal.” Trip winced at that.... T’Pol simply raised an eyebrow.

“That will be acceptable...... Thank you.” T’Pol nodded slightly then took the leash in her hands. She turned toward the room and kept a very embarrassed Trip in close tow behind her. They came upon a door at the end of the hallway, made of metal and iron fragments. Its heaviness was not reflected in its opening. It swung open easily and closed the same way.

Once closed... T’Pol started in on the flustered commander. “I can’t believe you could find anything arousing about this mission.” She whispered somewhat agitated.

“Hey... it wasn’t my idea to use this planet to get our much needed part. I was willing to limp around space for a while longer until we found a real planet with men who did the work.” His voice was a bit above a whisper... T’Pol corrected him.

“They may not hear you speaking to me in that fashion.”

“What do they expect me to say..... Oh Baby...” Trip turned and viewed the room

It was a softly lit room, with the same heady incense wafting through it. The large cushioned bed was strewn with velvet covered pillows and there was food and drink on an adjacent table. He went over and took some of the wine that had been poured.

“I don’t believe you should be indulging in alcoholic beverages in your state.” T’Pol whispered coming over to him.

“I’m in a dress, on a leash and expected to get serviced on command..... when do you suggest is a better time to drink?” He shot her a frustrated look and downed the amber fluid in one gulp. It was strong and sent a rush through his head that caught him off guard. He swayed a bit.

Trip felt a warmth grow in him. He wasn’t sure if it was the wine or his longing for his bond mate. He walked over to her and saw her eyeing the bed with great interest.

“Well... we gonna take care of this?” He asked rather informally.

“I beg your pardon?” she answered wondering what the young man had in mind.

“Look.... I can’t go back out there like this.” He pointed to his rounded nether regions. “They expect you to take care of this..... What do you suggest we do?”

“I suggest you get control of your physical reactions and reduce your arousal through discipline.”

Trip noticed two very conspicuous peaks had grown in the front of T’Pol’s outfit. He smirked a bit amused that she of all people would be talking about discipline right now...

“Ah.... Hun..... I think someone else needs to get control of their physical reactions right about now.” He flicked at one of the peaks, missing it but drawing her attention to it.

T’Pol turned suddenly embarrassed by her own reaction. “The temperature in this room is considerably colder than in the other. This is an environmentally induced reaction nothing more..”

Trip looked down at his bulge...... “Doesn’t seem colder in here to me..... how about you guys..?” He poked fun at her by talking to his body parts.

T’Pol returned him a stern glance.

“What?” Trip asked with a playful look. “This society believes in taking care of matters like this>”

“Well if you had greater control over little matters like this, then this wouldn’t have occurred.” Trip mentally noted her sarcasm

“Well you know what you do to me, hun.” He added with an adoring voice. T’Pol looked at him suspiciously. Trip walked up from behind her and breathed against her neck, a trick he knew would ease her restrictions.

She shivered then straightened. Trip slipped his arms around her waist and allowed his fingers to play with the bare skin he found at the bottom of her V neck. He kissed the point of her ear and felt her emotions stir within their bond.

(Here we go) He thought and moved to the other side of the room.

“You know ....you gotta hand it to these Volmuns.... They sure make their guests comfortable.” Trip eyed the cushioned area and sized up a comfortable spot. He fell backward landing squarely upon the pillows and downs. He rose up on his arms and returned her a mischievous look.

“Yeah... They sure make things comfy” He smiled.

“What do you think you’re doing Commander?” T’Pol replied still feeling very bothered by his earlier touches.

“I’m doing what they want me to do....” Trip looked down at his skirt. T’Pol grew astonished.

“Commander, if you think we are going to.....”She trailed off looking at him determined.

“Hey....The Volmuns won’t discuss business until I loose this.” He nodded to his crotch.
“I’m not gonna loose it any other way at least not around you.” He added.
“So as the Volmuns say...... Woman, Service me...!” His grin grew to brimming, T’Pol’s brows furrowed then her eyes narrowed.

Trip knew this look and it made him a bit nervous. (Power sex) Was what he knew T’Pol was capable of. She could with her thoughts, make his body aroused even when he was too tired to. Many was the time when he was beat, but she was in the mood, did her little trick come in handy. Now however, he was already there, but her technique would only make him more so.

“Ah.... Hun....I’m already ..... Ah you don’t have ta........AHHHH!” Trip’s body was hit by the strong waves of warmth and tingling coming through their bond. It knocked him backward flat onto the bedding.

(Gees T’Pol.... I was already there....) He sent through their bond, his head spinning.

(Yes.... but I was not) came the reply.

T’Pol moved slowly across the room. She crawled onto the bedding astride him. She stared down into his face, a mask of determined passion on hers.

Trips head spun harder from the onslaught of the arousal she felt.

(Baby...you’re a bit intense.. I’m gettin’ very dizzy.)

T’Pol eased back her attack. She leaned forward and kissed gently about his face to ease his discomfort. Trip’s head leveled a bit, but his need to be with her grew more. His hands slipped up and about her body, caressing her bare skin between the slits of the dress. T’Pol moved down lowered onto his neck then moved behind his ears. She slipped her lips along his chin and found his Adam’s apple. She nibbled at it gently. This brought out a definite groan from the young male.

T’Pol rose up and eyed Trip hungrily. She ran both hands, along is body until they reached the top ties to his toga. Her long slender fingers gently undid the strings then raked the top half of the tunic down and out of the way. The soft scratching sensation drove Trip even further out of his mind with ecstasy. She then undid the side tie and peeled back the lower half of the garment, moving it to the side and away from her ministrations.

(Allows for easy access) She thought quite taken with the Volmun’s choice of attire. T’Pol then traced a finger along the blue material of his undergarment. Trip’s head began to swim again, but to a more tolerable level and he threw it back in pure heaven. His eyes rolled up and his breathing became erratic, it caught in his throat and sputtered as she moved her hands back along his abdomen to complete the job. When T’Pol had finished her work, she sat upright astride his thighs. Trip regained his senses and watched as she went to remove her own garment. She undid the tie on the center sash and the soft layers slide off her shoulders much like her silken robe did that first time they were together.

“Damn” He swallowed a shallow breath.


T’Pol moved up along his body again, leaning she kissed her way back to face him. (I’m all yours beloved)
She added and waited for him to take charge of his wishes. Trip reached up, sliding his hands along her arms, across her back and down her silken curvaceous torso, resting them finally on her hips. He positioned her in the desired spot and rested her down upon him. He groaned once more. T’Pol took his lead and continued to elicit guttural sounds from her bond mate, while fulfilling her own desires. Both spent, they fell asleep piled atop each other and slept for quite some time.

A bit over an hour later, Trip awoke. He felt the soft rhythmic movement of his beloved against his chest and realized that they must have really outdid themselves, to both have passed out so. He felt her breathing softly against his neck, a place that had become her home now at night. It eased him and Trip took a few moments to enjoy the comfort that this strange act brought. Then his mind was once again back to the mission.

(We must have overslept...) He thought trying to catch a hint of the time from his surroundings. There were no windows, no other lights save the candles about the room and even they were not telling, since they hadn’t seem to be burning at the same rate Human candles did. He pulled his arms up protectively about T’Pol’s body and could hear the gentle happy hum that came through their bond every time she was at peace.

(Gees... I hate to disturb her, but we do have a mission to finish.) “Honey” Trip whispered quietly in her ear and began rubbing her back softly.

T’Pol didn’t stir. “Honey.........Darlin.'” He repeated this time placing soft kisses along the side of her face.
This time T’Pol reacted.

“Honey.... we gotta go.... the mission you know...” Trip tried to bring her to full awareness, but felt soft lips nibbling at the skin along the side of his neck.

“T’Pol, honey... we really don’t have much time.....” He tried to get her to stop, but felt that only elicit greater sensations. She began planting gentle kisses there and up behind his ear... Trip groaned.


“Honey... that’s not gonna help our mission.... If you keep that up we are gonna be back in the same.....” Trip was cut off by her lips taking his in a round of passionate kisses.

(Here we go again) Trip thought as he looked into her smoky eyes and knew it was her turn to be serviced.

T’Pol began moving her body against him, but Trip stopped her with his hands. Pulling her body back against his, he rolled T’Pol onto her back and raised up to face her. “ No baby..... this one’s on me....” He spoke then turned his attentions to her soft skin. She relaxed into his touches and found a wonderful sensation of love intermingled with the passion his technique was bringing. There would be no negotiations, at least for another hour or so........

A bit worn, the happy couple returned to the main atrium, Trip back on his leash. They found Gendar and her two co-counsels seated in their proper positions. They took their seats back across from them. The women now wore the jumpsuits, evidence that they were about to return back to their labors. It was fortunate that Trip and T’Pol got out when they did, or else they would have had to wait for them to return in another 12 hours.

“Your attendant looks well rested.” Gendar opened glancing at Trip. He wondered if she was talking about his face or his......

“It would seem he pleases you well too.” Dubay added seeing the slight green glow about T’Pol’s cheek. The woman smiled at the bashful response this brought from the Vulcan.

“Indeed” T’Pol managed clearing her throat then tried to continue.

“About our trade for the...” She was cut off by the dark haired woman. Gendar motioned for her attendant to display the part.

“This is the part you seek.... No trade will be necessary..... We are happy to help out a promising species as yours.” T’Pol looked rather taken aback. Were these people calling Vulcan’s inferior.

“I appreciate the gift..... but may I ask...” She started and Gendar nodded serenely.

“What do you know of my species?” T’Pol asked and Trip could feel the building anger within her.

(Honey....we got the part....just let it drop and we can go.)

“We understand that your species doesn’t treat its males appropriately. You only indulge their needs every 7 yrs, which could not be good for them.” Dubay and Melay nodded at their leader’s assessment.

“We don’t treat our males....?” T’Pol couldn’t believe that a race like this, who turned their males into slaves, would have the nerve to say Vulcan’s were inconsiderate.

(Objectify..... honey.... objectify...) Trip found it odd that he would have to be the one to keep T’Pol from over reacting.

“Indeed....” she leveled.... “But my species doesn’t reduce our males into servitude. They are on an equal footing with us. We care for one another.” T’Pol tried to keep her voice level.

“Oh so you do not cook for them.... clean for them.... make a home for them?” Dubay seemed interested, but Gendar knew the answer.

“Yes but...they do the same for us when necessary.” T’Pol still couldn’t get the gist of the conversation.

“Then you don’t take care of the needs when they need.... servicing...?” Melay asked with a grin.

“Yes, but I fail to see.” Now the Vulcan was becoming angered.

Gendar started. “It’s the same here..... We make a comfortable life for our males, treat them as cherished parts of our lives, but we could never get over our feelings of jealousy. It was like we couldn’t trust them around so many other women. The constriction part was their idea, to relieve that part of us that would not be able to trust without it.” Gendar motioned to her attendant and he grinned, nodding in agreement.

“They know that they are loved and cared for, but wanted us to know the same. They chose this lifestyle to make us happier. They take great pride in making their mates happy. There is no jealousy here and hasn’t been for centuries.” Dubay stroked her attendant’s shoulder and for the first time Trip was seeing that these guys actually had a pretty good thing going.

“So they could’ve said no to this.” Trip spoke aloud and held up his leash...

“Yes.... No male is forced to live this way, but what male would want to live the other way... Alone and uncared for?” Gendar didn’t chastise the young engineer for his breach of protocol.

“I read in your database, that males are usually good at mechanics.... Then possibly you will put this to good use.” Gendar motioned for her servant to hand the part to Trip.

Astonished, Trip accepted it. “Well thank ya ma’am.” He returned.

“A respectful mate is a most cherished gift... Guard him well Commander.” Gendar rose and the others followed.

“Your transport will be able to take off now.... Pleasant journeys to you both.” And with that the delegation motioned toward the appropriate doorway. Trip and T’Pol left quietly and returned to the shuttle pod.

Back on board Enterprise, Trip got the part in place in no time. It not only fit like a dream, but was of a better quality material than the original. He was so pleased, he asked Hoshi to send a message back to the ladies thanking them again for their assistance.

Later that evening.... T’Pol seemed very quiet. Even through their bond, Trip could tell that something bothered his beloved.

“What’s the matter honey?” He asked several times, but got only a “Nothing” in return.

Trip took her finally in his arms and hugged her for a long time.... “Come on you can tell me.” He started.... “Something’s been bothering you since we left the planet.... What?”

T’Pol looked up into his eyes. “Do Vulcan’s really treat their males inappropriately?” Her eyes were full of concern, like a child’s trying to grasp a scary concept.

“Not as far as I’m concerned.... I couldn’t be happier....” Trip grinned and his soft blue eyes saw the change in her immediately. He kissed her gently and felt their bond come alive. When he did meet her eyes again... a mischievous smile replaced the caring one earlier.

“Want me to get the leash?”

The End

Sorry Guys, I ran late... Work has been a bear lately and lots of overtime makes it difficult to get to the computer. I have a few days off so “A Different Kind of Communication” should be turned in by Sunday. Have started dictating the sequel to The Forge called “Addendum” I think you’ll like it. 'Til then.....T.

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tee hee. that was hilarious and very good. Thanks!

I agree. Hilarious! Especially the last line! :)

Adorably fun!

L-O-Frelling-L.

This made me laugh. Trip in a toga and falling over! Great job.

i loved it and it was very funny

This is too funny - maybe I should share this with my husband.

Cant say I liked this planets dress code,, But their were some good points to their way of life.
Great story.

Thanks Guys. I love getting the two of them into a perdicament and seeing how they get out of it. It's like a waking dream, if only I could type fast enough. Am ording dictation software to keep up the pace. Hopefully that will help with spelling too. "A different Kind of Communication will be a two parter, only because it ran long, but it has some fascinating twists and turns in it. First part due out Sunday. Til then T....

Very funny! At one point I thought T'Pol was going to blow it by losing her temper. Could be she learnt a thing or two as well. Ali D :~)

YEAH...I LIKE THAT CULTURE... I say we all put the guys on leashes....

Hot and Hilarious! Loved it!

Hilarious... though, I think that this one is more PG-13!!

Wow, I've got to go take a cold shower now... no wait, my husband is home... :-)