It was early Friday evening, and Mr. Spock was in a quandary. Mating time was upon him; he had his most urgent need ever to find a mate, and it wasn't just a matter of being horny. Every seven years, all Vulcanian males experiences pon farr, a powerful biological drive which demands that they mate or die. Finding a female was not a problem, because he had already chosen one. His quandary resulted over his lack of certainty that she was willing, because the things Elizabeth Foster, the young Earth woman, said and did were confusing in the extreme to his strong sense of logic.
She flirted with him, smiling and batting her eyelashes and twirling her long, dark brown hair but, when he responded to her apparent invitations, she gaily pushed him away. The beautiful and puzzling young lady wasn't strong enough to actually deter him, but Spock hated to employ the tactics that were once widely used by his remote ancestors.
On Earth, such tactics are sometimes referred to as the "Caveman technique" or similar euphemism, unless they were referred to by their correct name, which is "Date rape." They were rarely used any more on Vulcan, but they did still have some degree of acceptance among traditionalists. Spock considered the possibility of carrying the young woman off to a place he knew of and mating with her there, whether she liked it or not. The more he thought and the more he felt frustrated by all the mixed signals he was getting from the enchanting Elizabeth, the more he considered doing just that.
"Why can't she just be logical," he asked himself, but he had no answer.
Elizabeth was not actually part of the crew, but was a member of a cultural exchange between Earth and Vulcan. Spock was the executive officer of The Enterprise and, since the captain was not aboard, he was in charge. They were docked at the principal spaceport on his home planet, a city he knew quite well, and he was aware of several places he could easily and safely take the young lady if he chose to hark back to the ways of his ancestors.
She was standing in front of a communications console, although not actually using it, when he approached. She turned partly toward him, smiled, thrust out her highly attractive chest and twirled her hair while greeting him in a very affectionate way. He returned her greeting and reached out to take her in his arms as her actions and demeanor and the expression on her face seemed to be asking him to do, but Elizabeth just giggled and pushed his hands away.
"Oh, my, Spocky. What a flirt you are," she trilled, arching an eyebrow as she smiled even more charmingly and continued running her fingers through her hair and moving her shoulders in such a way that her larger breasts swayed under her tunic.
He couldn't take any more. One skillful hand reached out and applied the famous Spock pinch, and the beautiful young woman crumpled, to be caught in his arms. He was committed by that move to a course of action he would have preferred to avoid, but the die had been cast. Glancing around to see if anybody might have observed him, he held her limp form against his chest and carried her along the deserted passageways of the ship to where his private groundcar was parked. She was still unconscious when he strapped her into a front seat, got inside and started driving toward a place he knew well.
In a remote area, just a few kilometers outside the city was a property owned by his family and formerly mined. There were no more of the valuable minerals that had been taken from the ground, but the small cabin used by the operator of the robotic equipment was still there and available for his use. It was quite sparsely furnished, but would be adequate for the rather short period of time he expected to spend there with the woman who would be his mate. She was just starting to become conscious when he drove into the shed and closed the door. By the time he had taken her into the cabin, placed her on the bed with her head nestled in a pillow and tied ropes with slip knots to each corner, Elizabeth was fully awake, although confused.
"Where am I?" she asked in the time honored tradition.
"You're quite safe, My Dear. You're at a place that has been in my family for many generations."
"Why have you brought me here?" Abruptly, she realized she had just been abducted. "How dare you!" she blurted. "Take me back to the ship!"
Spock was committed to mating with the young woman, whether she liked it or not, and he had no intention of taking her anywhere until he had done so. At the same time, the process would be much easier and more enjoyable if she just cooperated, as had been the custom among females on Vulcan when such abductions were the norm.
"You are in no danger from me," he assured her. "I just want to mate with you."
As a student of Vulcanian culture, Elizabeth was aware of the old customs on Vulcan, but she was amazed that any of the men on the planet would still use them, especially an educated and responsible man such as the executive officer of The Enterprise. She was also rather flattered that he had chosen her. The flirtations with Spock had been quite pleasant but, when she realized his intentions, she started to think of him as being much more than just somebody to tease.
Whatever her thoughts along that line might have been, Elizabeth Foster was too independent a woman to put up with such violations of her free will. "You'll do nothing of the kind," she retorted. "Now, take me back to the ship so I can report you. You'll be up on charges before the Federation for what you've done to me already. Don't make it any worse by keeping me here any longer."
Spock, of course, would do no such thing. Even though he feared he had badly misinterpreted the mixed signals she had given him over the last few weeks, he was committed to mating with the beautiful young woman who was lying on the bed, because it was almost certain he would not have time to find another female, either human or Vulcanian, before the deadly syndrome took hold.
"Elizabeth, I am going to mate with you whether you like it or not. I have ropes attached to this bed, and I will tie you to it if you don't cooperate. The choice is yours, but it will be a much more enjoyable experience for both of us if you don't make me use them since you will have free use of your limbs."
"What? You mean I just lie back and enjoy getting raped? That'll never happen, Spock, and you'd better get that through your pointy-eared head." She started to get off the bed, but the much stronger Vulcanian easily pushed her back down, accidentally tearing her tunic.
Elizabeth had been angry but, in response to that forceful action, she nearly went berserk. Her next effort to rise from the bed included fists flying and feet kicking, none of which did any good, because they bounced harmlessly off the arms and legs of her much larger and stronger abductor. Her attempt to bite him didn't help either, because his tough skin was impervious to her teeth.
Her violent efforts did have one effect, though, which was to add to Spock's frustration with Elizabeth's lack of logic, making him even more determined to do what he had come to the cabin to do, and to do it with the woman he had chosen. The next time she kicked at him with her left foot, he grabbed her ankle, pulled her toward one corner of the bed, thrust her foot through the loop on the knot and pulled it tight. She ineffectively kicked at him with the other foot and rained punches on his shoulders and the back of his head, also to no avail. With the first foot secured, he turned and caught an arm that ended in a fist being swung in a wide arc in the direction of his chin.
Not wanting to hurt the object of his affection, Spock gently pulled her by the wrist to the proper corner of the bed and secured the first of Elizabeth's hands. Her apparent inability to prevent herself from being defiled added to her rage, and she added screams and curses to her defensive tactics. The cabin was more than a kilometer from anybody who might have heard those protests, so her verbal efforts did no more good than her physical ones had.
Rather than trying to slug or claw her abductor with her other hand, Elizabeth tried to keep it away from him so she could avoid being immobilized, but to no avail. He grabbed her arm and moved his hands lower until he had her wrist in a tight but gentle grip, and pulled it over to another corner. Her muscles were no match for his and, try as she might, the young Earth woman had no chance of thwarting the much stronger Vulcanian, and he succeeded in tying that one to the third corner of the bed.
Spock would have to delay securing Elizabeth's other foot until he had removed the clothing from her lower body. He could have cut or torn in from her, but he had no wish to do so. After the mating was complete, he intended to untie her, put his clothing back on and wait for her to get dressed so he could take her back to the starship in his groundcar, and he would attract too much attention if he drove up with a nude woman or one attired in tatters. The ideal situation would have been for her to be logical and follow through on the way she had acted toward him, but she hadn't, and he was forced to make the best of the circumstances as they existed.
He began by unbuttoning her tunic, which was simple, because it opened as his own did, except for the buttons being on the wrong side. Under that was an unfamiliar garment that covered her breasts, but he didn't quite know what to do about it. It didn't unfasten in the front, so he ran his hands along the straps until he discovered a connection in the back and, after several minutes of trial and error, he unhooked it and pulled her bra loose. Elizabeth's luscious breasts spilled out, and he gazed at them in awe. He had always known they were big and shapely, but he had never even guessed those parts of her body were as beautiful as they had proven to be.
There was no practical way to remove the tunic, so Spock spread the garment open, partly for the visual delight and partly because her lovely breasts would be involved in some of the preliminaries of the mating process.
