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This story is set aboard the I.S.S. Enterprise , in the Mirror Universe. It takes place before Mirror Spock became First Officer, sometime before the events of the Original Series episode, "Mirror, Mirror."

T'Larka, a Vulcan Lieutenant, was standing in the hall talking to her friend, M'ress.

"I must go." She told the Caitian. "I was going to meet with Spock and help him with some scientific study." She told her friend, as she pushed her sweaty black hair back from her face. It was hard work down in engineering.

"Sure." Purred M'ress. "I will see you around, purr...." She grinned. "I have a date with Scotty." She purred happily.

T'Larka allowed herself the smallest of smiles. "But M'ress, you and he aren't even going out. How can you have a date with him?"

"Well, he doesn't know we have a date. But tonight, I'm gonna teach him kitty style." She threw her head back and laughed happily.

T'Larka sighed and shook her head. "You're hopeless M'ress, completely hopeless." She gently patted her friend on the arm.

"What, and you don't want to get it on with Spock? You two spend enough time together. What kind of science are you helping him with, anyway? Biology?" She laughed.

"No. Spock and I are... friends." She told M'ress. "Now I should go, I do not wish to be late."

T'Larka turned around and walked right into Commander Protvan, the first officer. "I am sorry, Commander, I didn't notice you there."

"That's fine. I must talk to you." He said, grinning at her. T'Larka noticed that it wasn't a nice sort of grin. She shook it off. "Yes, Commander."

"Lieutenant, I need you to come to my room for a moment." He told her.

" Sir, I was going somewhe--" T'Larka said, moving to step around him. He blocked her and she looked at him irritated by this.

"Now, Lieutenant, it is a matter of utmost importance." His voice was not leaving room for any argument. T'Larka gave the smallest of sighs, now she was going to be late. She really didn't like being late.

"Did you break your computer again?" She asked, her face emotionless as ever. However the sarcasm was clear. Protvan bristled at her words. "I don't like your tone, Vulcan." He snapped, glaring at her.

T'Larka nodded. "Yes, sir. I am sorry, sir" She said, not meaning it, and followed him to his quarters. She didn't have her guard up, she often got these type of requests.

Fix that, mend this. Oh T'Larka, my computer is broken because I put my foot through it while banging the hot ensign from medical. She was sick of it, always having to fix something because humans were so illogical and emotional. She felt like the maid, and she didn't like it.

While she was whirling about in her own thoughts the Commander's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. She looked up at him, snapped out of her thoughts. "Commander..." she said, her voice even. "Unhand me at once." She pulled back, trying to escape.

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It didn't work, after a brief struggle she found herself tossed onto his bed and chained, spread eagle. The chains were strong enough that even her Vulcan strength wasn't enough to break free. The Commander, after shackling her up, snickered at her with evil intentions on his mind.

"Stop." She said, her voice firm, but fear was creeping into her eyes.

"Why should I? I'm the First officer. I get what I want." Protyan said.

"Stop...." She repeated, her voice trembling.

Protyan responded by ripping her clothing off. It was as though she were losing part of herself as her tunic and skirt were pulled off violently, her golden sash tossed to the floor. Even though Vulcans didn't believe in modesty, she found herself blushing while trying to fight her way out of her chains.

"Don't." The Vulcan begged, her eyes full of terror. She realized that this was a situation that she couldn't get herself out of, "Please."

The commander chuckled evilly, "Are all Vulcan females this whiny? I thought you were a proud race..." He said as he disrobed in front of her, revealing his erect manhood. She couldn't help but feel some sort of awkward attraction to the sight she was witnessing. As a woman aboard an Imperial starship, the only way to be promoted, sometimes, was to put out. Of course, once that was done, the person who was serviced got summarily disposed of.

T'Larka struggled again, wildly, to no avail of course, worried for her life.

With a leering glance, Protyan crawled onto the bed and toward her, smiling as he did, "You like what you see?" He asked her, showing off his throbbing length.

T'Larka shook her head, remaining silent. Although she didn't like it, her body began reacting. If only she could cross her legs to hide what her body did, as her eyes fixed on the member that slowly made its way to her pussy. Her lips engorged slightly, becoming pinker, her body readying itself. "Stop... please." She begged, tears of pain and terror streaming down her face.

The human commander laughed victoriously. "What's this... a Vulcan crying. I thought you didn't have emotions, you little bitch." He chuckled and brushed her soft hair out of her face. He grinned and planted a forced kiss on her lips. She couldn't push him off, so she bit him. He grunted in pain and pulled back.

"You bitch!" He shouted, backhanding her, leaving a mark across her face. He then mounted her as she laid on her back.

"You're going to take...what I give you to take. And you're going to like it!" He told her, barking at her with rage as thrust his cock into her. The dry friction of his member rubbing against her soft inner flesh agonized T'Larka, as he pushed into her completely, the girth of his cock stretching her out.

"There..." He sighed, "...that's better, isn't it?" She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. She squealed in pain as the human Commander overpowered her, taking her as he saw fit. "Mmm...."

He grunted as he pulled out slightly and forcefully pushed back in, the pre-cum starting to dribble from the swollen head of his cock. "Yeah--I'm close...Ooh, you're gonna like this, you little whore." He chuckled, his deep voice making her tremble with each word that came out.

Just for his own sick and twisted fun, he gripped her neck as he thrust into her, choking the air out. She gasped for breath as he raped her, her head feeling light as the burning friction of his erect cock pushed in and out of her tight pussy.

"Don't worry, my delicious little Vulcan.... I'll soon finish for you. And maybe, if I'm feeling generous, I'll pull out and let you taste it. Heh-heh...." He chortled, intensly enjoying taking T'Larka by force."

T'Larka trembled, she was sure it was over... sure she was going to be killed once the Commander finished with her. She had heard stories of it happening to other Vulcan females. Now it was going to happen to her. She didn't want to die, not this way...not yet.

Sitting in his room, Spock activated his computer, "Computer, time." The computer clicked and churned in its usual way, "Time is twenty-oh-eight hours." He sighed, looking worried. It was not like T'Larka to be late. In fact she was always early.

It had been half an hour since she was supposed to arrive. He shook his head, trying to clear the illogical thoughts that were starting to crowd in his mind. She was fine, she had to be fine, there was nothing wrong. He lifted up a spoonful of Plomeek soup and let it plop back into the bowl. The Vulcan frowned at his meal, he couldn't eat while worrying about his best friend.

He sighed and stood, pushing his chair back from the table. Something, he wasn't sure what, told him that he should look for her. Leaving his soup uneaten, he left his room to find his friend.

He searched the ship, she hadn't been seen since her shift. He asked Mr. Scott if he had seen her since the end of her shift. He didn't and told Spock that he would look out for her. He thanked Scotty for his time and continued walking the halls, hoping that something would lead him to her whereabouts, but everything turned up at dead ends. He was walking near the quarters of the highest ranking officers when his senstive Vulcan ears picked up the sound of a woman screaming and struggling. His pace quickened, he recognized it as T'Larka's voice. The noises led him to the door of the human First Officer. The doors were locked, that was odd, and it seemed that the security override was deactivated, that was even odder. The screaming could be heard clearly from the other side of the door. He knew that Scotty would be most displeased with him for doing this, but Spock had no choice but to pry the doors open with his superhuman strength.

He groaned under the recoiling pressure of the crumpling doors as he pushed then apart. Sweat dripped from his forehead in the effort, but he was able to burst into the room. He stopped, motionless at the sight he beheld. Emotions began boiling up in his heart, anger, fear, pain. His best friend was shackled to the bed, Protvan thrusting into her without any mercy. She was crying, screaming, struggling to get free. Spock felt rooted to the spot, his breathing quickened. T'Larka let out a pained scream that snapped the Vulcan out of his frozen trance. He stepped forward, his hand drifting towards the holster of his phaser.

"Stop it, leave her alone." Spock ordered, his face stern, possibly even angered. The Commander turned his head and saw the Vulcan officer standing there, "What are you gonna do about it, green-blood?" He chortled and kept going. "I said STOP IT!!" Spock bellowed, brandishing his phaser. "You won't shoot me...." Protyan chuckled, "You're a damn Vulcan, it's illogical to kill...." He chuckled mockingly. Spock saw the fear in his friend's eyes eyes and kept his finger on the trigger. "Besides...." The Commander added, "She's liking it, it was her idea. I mean, the First Officer gets a woman, too, right?"

"Help." T'Larka said, tears flowing down her face freely. "Please, Spock, do not listen to him... help me."

Spock didn't believe the man for even a second. Amidst all the rage that overtook his usually logical mind, he set his phaser on maximum. The Commander thrust again into her, laughing as he did, "See? She loves it!" T'larka screamed in agony, "Spock, please!" The Vulcan raised his phaser up at the Commander. The vicious brute stopped and stood up, "You're going to shoot me? You don't have what it takes...you're Vulcan. You're soft, weak." Spock glared at him, "Perhaps I am." He aimed the phaser at the man and pulled the trigger, the red beam of burning disintegration hurtling toward Protyan, sealing his fate. The man screamed as his body vaporized into nothingness.

T'Lakra was trembling, crying and scared out of her wits. "Spock..." She said. "Thank Surak you came...." Spock rushed to her and unchained her. He held her close, relived that she wasn't dead. She looked at him, her eyes teary and her voice shaky, "I... need to get to sickbay...." He nodded and wrapped T'Lakra warmly in a sheet, carrying her to sickbay.

Doctor McCoy scanned over her, even though he wasn't very fond of Vulcans, as most Terrans were. "Well...none of his DNA made it into you.... There's no lasting physical damage." He put down his scanner and sighed, "So, that's it, then." He looked at Spock, nodding silently and retreated to his office to continue his work.

T'Larka sniffed a bit and wiped her eyes. "There sure as hell's lasting mental damage." She said, still feeling emotional and illogical from the fear that had just been coursing through her blood. She clung to Spock, trembling in pain and fear. 
"It hurts." She said, her voice small. This was not the proud and sarcastic woman that Spock knew.

"May I take you back to your quarters? You will be safest there." He asked her, unusually concerned for his usually logical self. She nodded and smiled as much as she could, "Thank you...."

He carried her back to her quarters, while she was wrapped in the sheet from Protyon's bed, and gently put her down on her own bed. The way she clung to him made him feel awkward, he didn't know what to do when she held onto him, hugging. His face looked confused as he awkwardly moved his arms to support her, and at least try to seem affectionate.

"Do not leave me." She said, gazing at him. "I am..." she paused and lowered her voice, "...afraid." He nodded quietly and sat beside her, gently holding her hand in his. "I am sorry, T'Larka. May I help you with the pain?" He asked, smiling as much he could, which wasn't much at all. T'Larka paused, then stood and took a robe. She wrapped it around her body to cover her nakedness, not because she was uncomfortable around Spock, but because it was cold.

"I will survive, Spock." She assured him, trying to appear strong and proud. She failed miserably and broke down crying again. Spock put his hand on her shoulder, "Please...let me help." He begged, looking concerned.

She nodded. "Thank you." she said. He gently placed his hand on her head, closing his eyes. Spock was trying to use his mental abilities to absorb both the physical and emotional trauma. He began shuddering with fear, gasping in pain. 
T'Larka saw this and grabbed his hand.

She didn't want to put her friend through this. "Spock." She said softly. "Maybe something else would be more logical. Neuro pressure massages will help calm me. And they will not hurt you." He opened his eyes, allowing the tears to flow freely down his cheeks, "I'm so sorry...." He whimpered, "I am sorry I couldn't save you."

She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You did save me. I am sure he would have killed me once he was done, and dumped my body out of the airlock. Among humans... we have no rights."

"I know...." Spock replied, sighing. "I can administer the neuro-pressure if you wish." He gently pulled down the shoulders of her robe down mid-arm, keeping her back turned to him. He could only see the top half of her back, mostly her shoulders. He then gently gripped her shoulders and massaged her.

She sighed happily and leaned into him as he massaged her. It was helping quite a bit. As he continued she leaned back against him, she wasn't really sure why she was doing this.

He continued massaging her. His hands worked down along her shoulders and then down her smooth-skinned back, her body soft to the touch. He then gripped a little harder around the sides of her back, trying to massage her there, to alleviate her pain. Then he reached for a small bottle that was T'Larka's, inside it was a clear liquid; body oil. He put some on his hands and started rubbing her back again, massaging the tenser areas of her back. He had a strange sensation surge through his body. Somehow, she wasn't the only one who was immensely enjoying this. "How is that?" He asked her.

"Much better." She told him, sounding both relieved and satisfied, "I should return the favor." She said.

Spock shook his head, half-smiling in his Vulcan manner, "There is no need, T'Larka. I was...glad to. I have been and always shall be your friend." She hugged him and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.