Jim immediately ran to the door when the two, burly men left. He pulled on the door, not thinking they'd be that stupid, but needing to check anyway. Spock watched, silently, as he jerked on the locked door and slumped when it didn't budge.
"What do we do now?" he asked, looking at his friend.
"Gather as much information as possible to determine where we are being held." the Vulcan replied smoothly.
"Right, intel. Good idea." Jim and Spock proceeded to walk around the room, searching for anything that would give them some answers. There was nothing, not even a window for them to tell what time of day it was. They did, however, find a large bathroom that was just as extravagant as the other room. Above a large sink hung a mirror that was trimmed with the same gold as the furniture. There wasn't a shower, instead the room held an enormous bathtub, big enough to surely fit four full-grown men. The faucets in the tub and the sink were gold as well, contrasting with the stark whiteness of the tile and porcelain.
"I see you found the bathroom." came a voice from behind the two. They both whirled around to see a young woman that seemed to be the same species as the men they had seen before. Peeking around her, Jim was able to see the same two goons from before standing just outside the door. The woman, herself, had long, white hair pulled up in a high ponytail, strands escaping to frame her face. She wore white clothes, a one-shoulder crop top and a long, flowing skirt slit nearly to the top on one side. She was adorned with a delicate, gold chain encircling her mid-section and gold bangles on both her wrists. There were several gold necklaces around her neck. All in all, she was a very pretty woman, one Jim might have hit on in any other situation. "That's fortunate, seeing as I'm going to need the two of you to clean up."
"What if we don't?" Jim asked, defiantly. The woman smiled eerily.
"Well, then, we'll have to make you. Surely you don't want that." She snapped her fingers and one of the brutes behind her stepped into the bathroom, holding fresh clothes and towels. "You have thirty minutes to get bathed and dressed. Unless you want to leave this room naked, I suggest you hurry." With that, the woman and two guards left the room, closing the bathroom door. Spock turned to Jim.
"It seems we must comply for now."
"Yeah, for now." Both officers stood there for a moment, wondering how this was going to work. It was Spock who broke the silence by clearing his throat and speaking, a green tinge coming to his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
"In order to get cleaned up within the time limit, it appears we must bathe...together." Jim turned beet red when he fully understood what Spock was saying. He spluttered for a moment before he was able to form coherent words.
"As in naked together?" Spock's face turned a deeper emerald at Jim's question. They stood there, staring at each other for what seemed like hours. Jim coughed and walked over to the tub. He began running the water, adding some bath soap that was sitting on the edge. When he straightened back up, he looked at Spock, face still a slight pink color. "Well, we've wasted enough time. Let's make this quick." he said, beginning to remove his shirts. Spock hesitated. He had always been insecure about his body and, now he had to strip in front of his captain. Jim's physique was much more muscled than his own. Whereas Jim was tan and defined, Spock was pale and skinny. He was always smaller in stature than his peers and it was something else he had been relentlessly teased about. Now, he was going to be exposed in front of the one person who's opinion of him he actually cared about. Jim was kicking off his boots and beginning on his pants when he noticed that Spock hadn't moved.
"You're gonna just stand there?" he asked. That seemed to get Spock's attention and he started disrobing. When they were both down to their regulation boxer-briefs, they paused. Without speaking, they both looked away from each other, removing their last article of clothing. Both climbed into the tub and only faced each other once they were submerged.
Jim looked down into the bubbly water, using it as a chance to look up through his lashes and study Spock's form. Jim had never seen Spock without a shirt before. The Vulcan always stayed fully dressed, even during combat training. Spock's form turned out to be very pleasing to the eye, all lithe and milky smooth skin. Jim felt a stirring in his stomach and decided that it was time to stop thinking. Picking up a cloth from beside the tub, he began washing himself. Spock mirrored the actions and both were squeaky clean in about fifteen minutes. Jim thought about how easily they were going along with things. He hated obeying these jackasses without much fight, but, the truth was, there just wasn't much they could do right now. Not until they knew what they were dealing with. Jim rose from the tub first, Spock turning his head to give him some semblance of privacy. He dressed in the all white outfit he was provided with; a sleeveless, high necked shirt and loose, baggy pants. There were no underwear, much to his chagrin. Once dressed, Jim turned to Spock, who was still sitting in the cooling water.
"I'll be in the other room if you need me." he said, walking out of the bathroom.
Once Spock left the bathroom, he was fully dressed. He looked over at Jim, who was sitting on one of the many cushions waiting for him. He had to admit, Jim looked rather good in the outfit he was wearing. Spock blushed at the thought. Precisely thirty minutes after she left, the woman returned, holding two chains in her hand. The chains had clips on the end and looked like Terran leashes. She entered the room, two guards behind her, and proceeded to clip the chains on a hoop on the collars they wore. She was silent the entire time. She handed the ends of the chains to the two guards who led Spock and Jim from the room. Spock noticed that the hallways were just as ornate as the room they were in. The walls were white with more gold trim. There were wooden tables here and there with things like vases and flowers on them. They were led into, what appeared to be, an emergency room. There were biobeds lining the walls and people with tricorders walking around. Spock and Jim were led to two beds beside each other and instructed to sit. The leashes were attached to the biobeds and, only then, did a doctor approach.
"Hello gentlemen. My name is Doctor L'Shaya. If you'll cooperate with me, this will go quickly and easily." he said with a smile. Spock was wary of the man and, making eye contact with Jim, could tell he felt the same way. Regardless, they complied with the medical exam. That is, until the doctor instructed Spock to pull his pants down.
"Hell no!" Jim exclaimed. "We've let you do your little exam, there's no way we're doing that!" The doctor just smiled again.
"You speak as though you have a choice. Make no mistake, I may have been nice thus far, but you are prisoners here. You are nothing more than possessions." Jim's face turned red with anger at the man's statements. Spock feared that he might do something to get himself hurt. In order to change the subject and give Jim a chance to calm down, he spoke.
"Where are we?"
"You are on the wonderful planet, K'rella. K'rellians make their living in the slave trade. Slaves are our main export. You will be heading to the auctions tomorrow." Spock, who was familiar with most planets in the Federation, did not recognize this one.
"We are not in Federation space." he stated simply. Jim turned surprised eyes onto him. The doctor laughed.
"Of course not. Do you think the Federation would allow us to continue our trade? No, the Federation is our enemy. That is one reason the two of you promise to bring a hefty sum. Now, pull your pants down or I will get assistance from one of your keepers here." he said, motioning to the two burly men that had led them here. Reluctantly and with a flush on his face, Spock pulled his pants down, hoping the doctor would hurry and finish with him. After the man thoroughly examined Spock's penis, he instructed him to turn around. Spock gritted his teeth and he heard Jim growl as the man inserted a gloved finger into his hole, wiggling it around slightly.
"Good, good. You are a virgin?" he asked. When he received no reply, he nodded to one of the guards, who briefly pushed the button on the device he held. Spock yelled in pain, falling to his knees.
"Yes." he grunted out. Jim tried to get to Spock, but the leashes were tied too short and the beds too far away from each other.
After Jim went through the same procedure, a glare never leaving his face, they were led back to the room the had originally been put in. The leashes were taken off and they were free to roam the room. They both sat on the cushions silently, each trying to think of a way out of this mess.