AN: This story is a short AU written for PoorQueequeg and Lamb inspired by a throw away comment PQ made about Amanda being Sarek's little human love slave.

This is *not* the S/A fic I've been working on for a while, (that one isn't crazy AU), just something written for fun in emails to PQ and Lamb.

Warnings: Smut, Dub Con, Kinkiness, AU, massively OOCness, Un-Betaed

Extra Warning: This is set in an AU that is very dark - think the mirror-verse but with a Vulcan Empire in place of a Terran one. There is slavery and some very degrading stuff here. It will have a happy ending but if you are easily offended I'd recommend giving it a miss.

PART I

She heard movement in the outer chambers and the low murmur of conversation in a language that was forbidden to her, but she remained locked in the bedroom, waiting for the Prince, ignored.

Three hours had passed since she had been escorted into the room according to the clock hung on the wall. An ancient time piece, and not accurate – Amanda knew the servants had to adjust it twice-daily - but a valuable antique, and the Imperial Estate had been filled to the brim with Terran riches over the last 150 years.

Amanda crossed her arms tightly. The grandness of her own home - the Terran wing on the far side of the compound - often inspired in her a vague privileged guilt, but the Imperial Residence made her feel almost unclean. It was like trespassing in a tomb crammed with riches. The entire place was a monument to the excesses of human taste. Prince Sarek's rooms were no exception. Everything was gilt and polished and encrusted with precious metals and stones. None of it matched however, it was a mish-mash of dozens of different Terran cultures. The overall effect was something like a pirate's hoard, vulgar and unsettling.

She crossed the large room to stare out one of the windows, careful to avoid looking at the huge bed in the centre of the space. She did not wish to be reminded of the reason for her imprisonment in such a lavish prison. As she expected, there was a secure forcefield in place across the window to prevent unauthorised entry or exit, but the view was otherwise unimpeded. The Terran Hall of Justice blocked her view of her home across the Estate's grounds, but she could make out part of the tall structure beyond it and could estimate where her rooms were situated. Her father's suite would be almost level with her, close enough to wave in between had the Hall of Justice not been in the way.

She wondered if her father was in those chambers, perhaps looking out towards her even now? Maybe he was crying and raging over her fate, trying desperately to think of some way to save her. Or perhaps he had dismissed it as easily as he had that of her brother. Her eyes strayed down the squat grey building below her. Daniel had survived almost two months in the Halls of Justice before he'd succumbed to the tortures of the disciplinary council. Or so her father's informants had told them. Four months earlier Amanda had stood at her own window and looked down on the courtyard, down at her older brother's dark head as he'd been led to what all knew was to be a slow painful death. She had cried, but she'd also been proud. Daniel had not been dragged along by the guards - he had met his fate bravely.

Humans were weak and stupid in comparison to Vulcans, but they were brave. It was said that it was the braveness of humans that had softened Emperor Solkar towards them. All human children were taught how Solkar had seen something almost Vulcan in humanity, of how instead of subjecting them entirely as he had the Orions and the Andorians or wiping them out of existence like the pig-men of Tellar, they were granted citizenship. Secondary citizenship of course, and subject to many conditions, but still. Terra was ruled by a Terran, no other race in the Empire could boast such a thing. Amanda's great-great-great-great-grandfather, Admiral Richard Grayson, Commander-in-Chief of the United Earth Forces, had sighed the peace treaty with the Vulcan Empire and been named first King of Terra. The Graysons had ruled in first Solkar's, then Skon's and now T'Pau's name for over a 150 years since.

Previously she'd believed that it was their courage, their refusal to stop fighting the Vulcans that had appealed to Solkar, now perhaps, she wondered if it was merely the lucky co-incidence that humans and Vulcans looked so alike. Ears and eyebrows were little things. Vulcans did not find looking at a human as distasteful as looking at a blue Andorian with their antennae or a green Orion. A human had but to wear a head covering and they could, at a glance, pass as a Vulcan. They were just different enough physically to be interestingly exotic without being overly alien to the Vulcans.

And so Solkar had whimsically made humans something like pets, or wards, to the Empire. Terrans, reduced from 8 Billion to 900,000 by the war with the Empire, were much in demand as servants and skilled labourers to Vulcan citizens. Owing to the kindness of Emperor Solkar, humans could not be made slaves unless they were criminals and it was considered a status symbol for a Vulcan household to keep a human or two in employ. A handmaiden, a driver or perhaps a valet. Favoured positions for favoured servants. More humans lived off planet then on their homeworld now. They were scattered across the galaxy serving the Empire. Their woman bowed and scraped and served and their men fought and died. Humans made up a large portion of the Empire's military forces, fierce proud warriors fighting for the Empress, grateful to be able to defend the borders and subdue the lesser races. Her brother had once counted amongst them. Before the ill-fated rebellion. The would be coup.

Amanda wondered if she was as brave as Daniel had been. Would she last two months? She glanced at the still-closed door. Her torture was not to be as bloody, but she was resigned to the same fate regardless. Prince Sarek would kill her, of that she had no doubt.

'That Terran woman your highness?' queried the King of Terra in confusion.

The Prince merely glowered by way of response. Amanda swallowed nervously and gave her father a wide-eyed imploring look.

'Ah – there has been some confusion Prince Sarek,' her father continued nervously. '- that is my daughter - the Princess Amanda - not one of the Royal... ladies.'

Prince Sarek looked her over dismissively. Amanda squirmed. 'She will suffice. Have her sent to my chambers.'

Amanda was unable to keep from gasping in shock. Around them the dining hall was deathly silent, not even the clink of cutlery on plate disturbing the suddenly tomb-like atmosphere.

Her father blinked rapidly, his mouth opening and closing as he apparently struggled for words. Amanda screwed up her hands in her lap, feeling the metal and stones of her rings digging into her flesh, and waited with a thundering heart, praying this was just some new political game between the Empress's heir and her father. Retaliation for the betrayal of Prince Daniel and the so called 'corruption' of Prince Silek at the Terran Court was to be expected, but Daniel and Silek were both already dead on the Empress's order, her father shamed and Earth forced to pay exorbitant taxes and reparations to the Empire that they could ill-afford. Amanda prayed the Prince was merely offering idle insult over dinner by seeking to engage her services like a courtesan. She swallowed. Please let this be a warning she silently prayed.

'She… She is promised to another Prince Sarek.' her father managed in a fairly steady voice, but his face had paled with fear. '… and she is still a child – not yet a woman of the skills and grace you are deserving of.'

Amanda risked a tiny glance at the Prince and found him staring at her, his dark eyes somehow both cold and hot at the same time. She shuddered and quickly returned her gaze to her lap in fear.

'The Kirk child?' Prince Sarek scoffed in reference to her affianced, 'Prince Tiberius's boy?'

'The very same your highness.' her father agreed.

'He is even younger than she is he not?' The Prince inquired.

Her father licked his lips. 'He is… not yet 15 your highness.'

'He won't be needing a wife for a few more years then shall he? I shall see he receives a woman of 'skills and grace' instead of a whimpering Terran virgin.' Turning from the table Prince Sarek gave a short command in one of the higher dialects of Vulcan which were forbidden to non-V'tosh. Naturally all the humans present understood but artfully feigned ignorance. Two guards approached and flanked her chair. Amanda looked around the room in terror. Her heart was attempting to beat itself out of her ribcage and she couldn't seem to get any air, no matter how hard she breathed.

Her father and the Prince were still talking, but she could not make out the words. The guards took her by her shoulders and lifted her to her feet. 'Father?' she asked, forgetting her place and making the statement in English instead of the common Vulcan tongue of the Empire.

'Amanda, go with them.' her father responded in kind, his voice low and fearful.

In a daze, she nodded and let the two guards lead her out of the banqueting hall.