Comfort Cargo

[Otto26]

Gibon pushed the container down the hallway to the empty room. It wouldn't fit in the tiny room, so he opened the container in the hallway. A warm rush of air, at the higher station pressure, escaped from it as he broke the seal.

He pushed the green button and the pictograms of Trade-One scrolled across the screen. He called up the tutorial and spent several minutes familiarizing himself with the steps he needed to take.

"I thought you were kidding!" he heard behind him. He turned and looked at the speaker.

"Why would you think that?" he demanded.

"Because you're so full of kek you ought to be in a vat in environmental," Hebart replied. "You never follow through on any of your ideas."

"Fik you," Gibon replied, "That's gonna cost you double."

Hebart shrugged, "I'll get it back from you at cards. How'd you get her past customs?"

"She's legal, Hebart. Bought and paid for."

"Pleasure certified?"

Gibon looked away. "Not... no."

"Domestic certified?"

Gibon shook his head and Hebart laughed.

"You bought a raw slave, didn't you?"

"Pussy's pussy," Gibon protested. "Besides, this way she's fresh. Certified virgin. Snatched from the downbelow."

"What do I want with a virgin?" Hebart demanded. "'Suck your dick, sir?'" he said in a horrified falsetto, "'I've never heard of such a thing!' No, give me an experienced strumpet any shift."

"She'll get experienced fast enough with this crew," Gibon asserted.

"There's that," Hebart admitted. "I assume the Captain approved, but with you I feel the need to check."

"I paid her room and board and negotiated a contract with the Captain," Gibon said proudly. "It's all above board."

"We'll see how long that lasts. Luck mate."

"Luck mate," Gibon replied as he turned back to the container.

It took him three segments, but he finally got the woman disconnected from the life support and dragged into the room she was going to occupy. He attached the manacles to her wrists, securing them behind her back, and locked an ankle to the corner of the bed. Satisfied that she wouldn't be able to leave the bed or touch anything, he did a final sweep of the room to ensure that she had absolutely no way of interacting with the controls. He gave one of her breasts a quick squeeze and then closed the door and wheeled the container towards the cargo hold; they'd be breaking station and headed out soon and he had work to do.

OOC: Fairly simple. Need someone to write the female. We'll need crew, but not for a few days yet. The Captain role is not open, nor is Gibon. PM me if you're interested. Only humans, no aliens (though you can make your humans pretty alien).

The setting: For technology think along the lines of Babylon 5. No artificial gravity, no laser guns. The ship is a tramp freighter carrying irregular cargoes between some disreputable places. It can easily take 6 months to a year to make the journey between two stars (mostly getting into and out of the solar gravity well) and Gibon has seen an economic opportunity in providing entertainment (for a price) to his fellow crewmates.

 

[Otto26]

Bump...

 

[caela]

Sounds like an interesting idea Otto. Question though, were you looking for the slavegirl to have been raised as a slave and at least semi-accepting of her fate or more freshly captured and needing to be broken...in more ways than one???

 

[Otto26]

Well... this is someone who was freshly captured, not someone who's already conditioned to be a slave.

I like strong characters so I'd prefer to see someone who wrote this as a strong character. Sure, she's in a bad situation and maybe she's a little naive, but she's smart and she's got guts. Can she even be 'broken'? Perhaps she's just lulling them into a false sense of security. Maybe she's playing members of the crew off against one another to get better treatment for herself. Is she plotting an escape? Revenge? Is she dealing with complex emotions? Finding herself attracted to one of the crew despite the situation?

 

[caela]

Sounds like a fun thread, and that gives me a better idea of what you might be looking for. I'll write up a bio to see what you think.

 

[caela]

Name: Yasmin

Age: 24

Appearance: Petite she stands at barely 5'3 and with her raven wing locks, soft alabaster skin, and large, dark-chocolate eyes she tends to look much younger than her 24 years, even able to pass for as young as 16 with no make-up and youthful clothes. Despite her small stature she was well proportioned with a runners frame, firm breasts, a taut stomach, and tight ass.

Bio: Before her capture by slavers Yasmin had been a fairly typical 24 yr. old medical student; usually happy and on the go and with a tight group of friends that she was rarely separated from. They all knew the dangers of slavers of course and took great pains not to ever be out alone, especially after dark. Unfortunately for Yasmin her precautions hadn't been enough and as she hurried back toward the dorms, from the library, one night her world changed forever.
Since her capture she had become quiet and seemingly sullen. The process of going from a student to a slave was rigorous and harsh and she'd learned quickly that the less she said the less often she was beaten in the holding pens. She had just been learning to work the system to her best advantage (and hoping to gain a wealthy, foolish, owner who would be easily escaped) when she was bought. With no knowledge of where, or to whom, she was going she'd been hooked up to a stasis machine, placed in a box, and shipped to her new owner.

Personality: Quiet but intelligent her youthful appearance often lulls people into underestimating her resourcefulness. Behind her dark eyes is a mind that is always working to figure out the angles of her situation. What needs to be done to keep her as comfortable as possible? Is there any chance of escape? Which people need to be treated well and which are inconsequential? Can she play those around her off each other or will they band together against her if they suspect her of trying to manipulate them? Her ultimate goal is escape but until she can achieve her independence she's resolved to doing what needs to be as well cared for as possible...and to avoid any beatings like those she'd received her first days in the pens.

 

[Otto26]

OOC: Welcome aboard

IC:
Gibon swore when the lock-down warning sounded. Stowing the empty container had taken more time than he had thought it would. He dashed to his duty station and strapped himself in before beginning to run through the checklist.

"All hands, rig for zero-gravity in fifteen centisegments. Prepare for habitat ring lock-down and report when ready."

Gibon finished his checklist and was about to report when a flashing light caught his attention. He almost laughed when he realized he'd forgotten to complete his personal cargo checklist. He keyed in a sequence to secure her in the bunk, acceleration padding expanding to encase her body in a cocoon that would protect her from the worst of the force.

'Might be bit frightening,' he thought to himself, 'but it'll put her in a proper mood for later.'

"Bridge, Purser, all cargo is secure."

"Confirm all cargo is secure."

Five centisegments later the habitat ring finished slowing and came to a halt. The gravity, that had slowly faded during that time, was now completely gone and Gibon swallowed a sip of water to quiet his stomach; he hated this part.

"Habitat ring is secure," the bored voice announced, "All stations report ready for breakaway. Breakaway burn in five, four, three, two, one, mark."

The engines were silent, but they made the ship sing, every bulkhead and every object vibrating in a cacophonous high-pitched scream. Soon enough that irritant was forgotten as the acceleration pushed Gibon back into his chair. After two centisegments breathing was difficult but the ship's acceleration was constant, so the gravity had stopped building.

Idly, Gibon flipped one of his monitors over to a camera in the slave's room to see how she was faring.

'I wonder if she's ever been in space before?'

 

[caela]

'I wonder if she's ever been in space before?'

It was a question Yasmin never heard since it was thought in a completely different part of the ship than she was in, but the answer to it was an emphatic, no! She'd woken completely disoriented from having been in stasis and had nearly panicked at finding herself with her hands bound behind her and her ankle locked to the corner of the bed she was in.

It took time but she finally calmed her breathing, and her heartbeat enough to start noticing what was around her. The room was tiny and sparse and she didn't see much more than just the bed in it, though she couldn't see if there was something up at the head of the bed or not. What she could see made her glad she'd at least been put in the bed and not on the floor as her considerable lack of clothing would have made the floor far colder that she suspected she would want to deal with.

Before she was done making her mental notes about her surroundings she suddenly felt something odd, almost like her entire body was being wrapped in thick blankets or some sort of padding. It was a sensation that passed quickly but was unique enough that she didn't think she would forget it soon.

Naturally curious she wondered what was happening but before she could call out and try to get someone's attention her stomach seemed to drop and only her will kept her from throwing up. That and the fact that it was mostly empty after her time in stasis. Then things seemed to start happening all at once; the very metal around her (a ship she was guessing by now) seemed to scream making her, desperately, want to cover her ears, while she was also suddenly pushed down into the bed.

She wanted to scream but she kept her mouth firmly shut. If someone was watching she didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing just how terrified she was. If she'd had any warning of what was going to happen she might have handled it better (she liked to think so anyway) but with it all coming as a total shock and on top of her disorientation on waking from stasis, it easily qualified as the most horrifying thing she'd ever experienced. Still stubborn as she was she didn't want that to show and so she lay as still as she could and only allowed the smallest of whimpers to fill her throat while closing her eyes tightly and praying it would all be over soon.

 

[Otto26]

"Breakaway burn will terminate in three, two, one, mark."

Gibon's stomach lurched again, the previous five decisegments of two apparent gravities made the sudden lack of any apparent gravity striking.

"Initiating habitat ring spin up... now. One decisegment until the habitat ring reaches point seven apparent gravity. All stations conduct post burn checks and report."

"..and report," Gibon muttered as he ran through the checklist. Most of his work was automated, each cargo module being self-contained and reporting it's own status to the ship. But the automatons, man-sized mechanical spiders, still had to physically check the modules to ensure they hadn't come loose or suffered damage during a burn. He was going to spend a lot of time supervising the automatons. Most of his time, in fact. It was boring. Which was why he'd bought the slave.

"Gonna make me a rich man," he promised himself.

When the checks were complete he reported this to the bridge and, a minute later, the captain ordered the third watch set. Whistling a tune that was a hymn in one system, banned as revolutionary in another, and an obscene drinking song in a third he unstrapped himself and got out of the emergency suit. Stretching the kinks out of his back he stopped in at the galley and grabbed a ration pack.

The door to the room opened and he walked in.

"Oh kek," he muttered. He keyed his wristcomp to release the acceleration padding and then pressed a button on the wall to slide the seat plate out. Sitting down he held the ration pack out where the slave could see it but not, of course, reach it.

"So, got a name?" he asked.

OOC:
A decasegment is ten segments.
A pentasegment is five segments.
A segment is about one hour.
A decisegment is 1/10 of an hour.
A centisegment is 1/100 of an hour. About a minute.
A millisegment is 1/1000 of an hour. About a second.

Ship time is marked by shifts rather than days. A shift is a pentasegment long and four shifts make up a ship day.

Ship Slang:
Cert - Certainly, yes.
Fik - Fuck
Kek - Shit
Downbelow - Any planet
Automatons - Simple robots

I'm just making this stuff up as I go. Feel free to add.

 

[caela]

Yasmin managed to bite down her groans as the gravity suddenly changed a couple of more times before finally seeming to settle out somewhere near normal. Her stomach was in an upheaval but with nothing in it all it did was make her feel ill. Once it settled however she noticed that that strange padded feeling was still there and had the presence of mind to wonder at it though not the experience to have any clue what was causing it.

Trying to come up with ideas she didn't hear the steps in the hall until the door to the room simply opened and a man walked in. She had no idea who he was but figured he'd let her know soon enough, they always did. For all she knew he could be some sort of slave handler, her owner, another slave higher up ladder than her, or just some crewman she'd be expected to service. It wasn't entirely unheard of after all for ships to keep slaves to take care of the physical needs of the crew. Something about helping to keep up morale or some such justification.

None of the ideas floating in her mind put her at all at ease. She'd never been with a man but she had the dark suspicion that would change. Being shackled to a bed naked didn't lend itself to the idea (almost a hope) that she might have been purchased just to be a simple kitchen or cleaning slave.

She watched silently as the man sat and held some sort of packet out toward her. Even if she hadn't been bound it would have been just out of reach of her arms but with her hands behind her back reaching anything was impossible. It was clear he expected the packet to mean something from the way he held it and the most obvious guess she could make was that it was likely food. With her stomach still churning however it had no appeal to her just yet and so she just stared at it until he spoke.

"So, got a name?" he asked.

"Yasmin," she said simply and without elaborating. It had been beaten into her in the slave pens on the planet that you answered only the question you were asked. It grated on her since she was naturally talkative but if being silent kept her from getting beaten she managed it. Besides if she kept quiet it was easier to curb her natural penchant for sarcasm as well and that had earned her more beatings than anything else in the pens.

Until she knew more about her situation and surrounding she fully intended to play it as safe as she could manage.

OOC: Thanks for the heads up on time and slang. Will probably add some of Yasmin's own as the story goes as planetary slang is likely to be different than shipboard slang.

 

[Otto26]

"Yasmin," Gibon repeated. "That'll do. You can keep that for a while. I'm going to talk now, Yasmin, and you're going to listen because that's the way things work. You belong to me and if you think any different you're wrong. As you're a dirtwalker I'll up-check you so you know the drill. It's six months to Severin's Star and nothing but void along the way. On the downbelow you could eat whatever, cert? This," he gestured about them, "is a whole new world. You don't have the bacteria to eat our food; you'd get sick. So you need ration packs."

He jiggled the pack to draw her attention to it. "Only we don't eat these. I had to buy them special and I keep them locked up. A bad girl could find herself very hungry. That's the threat; there's worse, but you already know that. You behave, do as you're told, do what the customers want, and you'll be treated right. Otherwise..."

As he spoke his eyes leered the length of her body. He'd seen it all before, browsing through the slaver's catalog, but that was just... porn. This was real and infinitely better in a way that defied any complex analysis; just better. He licked his lips as he considered all the ways he knew to use her body for his pleasure. But not, unfortunately, just yet. She'd been inexpensive, comparatively speaking, because she wasn't trained, and you heard stories about untrained slaves. He was going to make sure this one knew how to behave, first.

"Burn sick or no, you were in the tube for a while, Yasmin. You're going to be hungry soon-soon. Want a chance to earn your first meal?"

 

[caela]

You don't have the bacteria to eat our food; you'd get sick. So you need ration packs.

Yasmin's mind stopped listening to him after that. It wasn't that she didn't hear him, just that she'd heard it all before in the pens so she stopped paying attention though she kept her eyes riveted on him so that he wouldn't realize that.

Instead she was trying to work out her situation. That ration pack did not look appealing in the least but if it was all she was going to be allowed to eat she knew they would take on a certain appeal once she was hungry enough. The fact that he was claiming she didn't have the right bacteria to eat their food probably wouldn't have made sense to most people but she'd been a medical student before her capture so it made perfect sense to her. They likely got their food from all the places they'd traveled and having only been on one planet, ever, she wasn't equipped to eat food that hadn't been specially sanitized unless it came from that planet.

She wasn't thrilled by it but at least she didn't suffer under the delusion that he was lying to her like some girls would have.

Seeing him leer she starting paying attention again; leering usually meant she was about to get some sort of order.

"Burn sick or no, you were in the tube for a while, Yasmin. You're going to be hungry soon-soon. Want a chance to earn your first meal?"

She kept her face neutral at the question but inside her mind she was screaming. He knew she was sick and intended to put her to work anyway. What sort of sick bastard had bought her?! She didn't let the insults filling her mind cross her face however, just simply nodded her head because she knew he was right.

"I'll try Sir," she said quietly but the thought on earning her meals only made her stomach roll even more. As she was now there weren't many possibilities for how that could be done so she dropped her eyes demurely before adding softly, "I don't know if it's possible or not but if you have something that might calm my stomach I would be in better condition to do what you want."

It was a simple enough request but she didn't know how he would take it. Still unless he was truly sick she doubted he wanted her throwing-up on him and he already mentioned her being "burn-sick" so he must know that was a likelihood unless she either rested longer or was given some sort of medication. Still all men were different, she'd learned that in the pens. Most would take a request well if it would in some way improve her performance...some wouldn't take them at all; she didn't know which this man was yet.

 

[Otto26]

Gibon grinned. "I've got something for your stomach, Yasmin. But I ain't putting my dick in your mouth 'til I'm sure you know how to behave. No," he said as he leaned forward and pressed his thumb to her manacles, releasing her wrists, "we'll start simple. Just you roll over onto your back and fik yourself. Nicely and there's something to calm your stomach and a food packet at the end of it."

He sat back, licking his lips in anticipation.

 

[caela]

Just you roll over onto your back and fik yourself. Nicely and there's something to calm your stomach and a food packet at the end of it.

A confused look crossed Yasmin's face while she rubbed her sore wrists once the manacles were gone. She thought she knew what he wanted from the context of his order but she was loath to just make an assumption. At the same time she didn't want to look like a total fool either. Still his slang was different from her own, probably because he'd been on a ship and she had grown up on a planet.

"I'm sorry but I'd like to clarify what you mean Sir. Fik?" she asked as politely as she could manage. She suspected he wanted her to masturbate for him, something she could certainly do. She might be a virgin but that didn't mean she'd escaped the pen's without some knowledge of sex and some basic, practical, instruction as well.

 

[Otto26]

"Are you dumb?" Gibon wondered. "Oh... virgin. Forgot about that. Fik yourself, Yasmin. Put your hands to your body and touch yourself 'til you cum. Nice and loud, too."

'She does know how to masturbate, right?' Gibon thought. The possibility that she might not had never occurred to him. 'Hebart's gonna watch this, if he's not watching right now... if she doesn't know how to fik herself... I'll never hear the end of it. Kek!'

 

[caela]

Oh... virgin. Forgot about that. Fik yourself, Yasmin. Put your hands to your body and touch yourself 'til you cum. Nice and loud, too.

A blush colored her cheeks at that last part. She'd been right about what he wanted her to do and while she didn't feel any particular shame in that aspect she was embarrassed by him telling her to be her loud about it. They hadn't been encouraged to be loud in the pens and she just wasn't usually particularly noisy.

"Of course," she finally murmured as she stretched out in the bed. There was no real point in delaying though now that it came to it she wished she could. "We have different slang for it planetside. It likely won't be the last time I need clarification Sir, at least until I learn your terminology here."

Her explanation given for having asked in the first place she couldn't think of anything else to delay the inevitable. Closing her eyes she tried to forget her was there watching, tried to pretend she was alone in her own room back at school, and that her stomach was still rolling violently. She really wasn't certain how he expected her to manage this well while she was feeling ill but she'd try.

If it wasn't enough she considered it his fault, after all she'd asked for something for her stomach.

Slowly she let her hands slide down her body, deliberately avoiding her upper abdomen where her stomach was and hoping that if she steered clear of it it would behave. Despite the roiling of her stomach she did know how to touch herself to bring pleasure and need and as her hands trailed lower her thighs parted revealing the glistening evidence of that fact.

 

[Otto26]

"There it is," Gibon happily whispered. "Show us a little more of that pretty pussy, Yasmin."

He hoped the extra cameras were getting all this. The two standard cameras used to monitor the ship were good, but he wanted this caught from as many angles as possible. There was good money to be made selling video recordings, particularly original material.

 

[caela]

"There it is," Gibon happily whispered. "Show us a little more of that pretty pussy, Yasmin."

Yasmin heard him but he spoke quietly enough that she was able to ignore him. By now her own arousal had helped to calm her stomach for the most part, though not completely and she was able to move a bit more. On the bed her legs parted a bit wider, giving herself access as her fingers slipped into her aching body and drawing a low, whimpering, moan from her throat.

Purring softly her back arched up, hip pressing down, taking the fingers of one hand deeper while her other hand rested just above her mound. Her free fingers found the bud of her clit and began working it eagerly until her breath came in short gasps between her moans and whimpers.

It didn't take long before she came with a low cry, her back arching up off the bed entirely while her body shivered with her pleasure.

 

[Otto26]

He was breathing hard. 'This is so much better than porn. I'm going to be rich!'

Aloud he said, "Good enough, Yasmin. Good enough. On your belly now and hands behind your back."

Somewhat grudgingly, flushed face eying him warily, she rolled awkwardly onto her belly and put her hands behind her. He fastened the manacles back onto her wrists and, after checking them, released her ankle from the manacle that attached it to the end of the bed.

Pulling on her leg, he turned her around until her legs were hanging off the bed. Stepping between them he ran his hand down on flank, over a firm ass cheek and down her outer thigh. Watching her body closely he ran it back up her damp inner thigh to the source of her moisture. His fingers plucked softly at her, slowly peeling open her flower.

"Nice and wet," he commented, "and warm. You did a good job getting yourself ready for me, Yasmin. Good girl."

His free hand went to his suit, fingers undoing the seal at his crotch and pulling himself out. He couldn't remember ever having been this hard; feeling like his cock was trying to escape it's own skin.

"Ever had a man inside you, Yasmin?" he asked as his fingers gently, but insistently probed her more deeply.

 

[caela]

"Good enough, Yasmin. Good enough. On your belly now and hands behind your back."

A part of her laughed cynically in the privacy of her own mind. Did this fool have any idea just how hard it was to roll over with your ankle shackled to one corner of the bed? Clearly not. Her stomach was calmer now but she doubted flipping was going to help it any. She moved slowly to go what he wanted, making sure she didn't hurt her ankle in the process. He may not give a damn if she got hurt trying to do what he told her but she sure as hell did.

Finally she managed to get onto her stomach though it put her at an odd angle on the bed since she hadn't been able to move her manacled foot. It left her laying diagonally and with her free foot hanging slightly off one side. As she'd suspected he would, he shackled her hands back together at the small of her back and she sighed softly.

Couldn't he just lock her in the room and at least leave her the use of her limbs?

She couldn't have said she was surprised when she felt her ankle being freed or her body pulled to the end of the bed. What did startle her was how light his touch was as it ran over her body. The guards in the pens hadn't been so gentle, preferring to use a rougher touch to remind her of her new position in life. A positions she still didn't accept but dealt with as best she could...for now.

When that touch reached her, still tingling, netherlips she gasped slightly in surprise and her body jerked slightly forward against the bed. It was the one place she hadn't been manhandled because the slaver who caught her intended to sell her as a virgin. She didn't know what to make of the caress. It was gentle and he seemed to have some idea of female anatomy but the simple fact was she hadn't chosen this man, (hell she didn't even know his name yet!) and she didn't want to have sex with him.

"Ever had a man inside you, Yasmin?"

Whether she wanted it to happen or not, she knew it was going to. At least he was being gentle about it. Slowly she shook her head, a small whimper in her throat as his fingers pressed against the barrier that proved her next words, "No Sir. Never."

Suddenly she was glad he was behind her. It gave her the option to simply close her eyes and pretend he was someone else. Or to simply try to disconnect her mind from her body and just let him get on with it.

 

[Otto26]

He positioned himself against her, savoring the hot feel of her against the head of his cock for a minute. At the last moment he remembered and reached his hand forward to grab her hair. Knotting his hand in her locks he pulled back and twisted her head.

"Camera ought to catch her expression from this angle,' he thought.

He thrust his hips forward hard, breaking through her hymen and burying himself deep inside her.

"Oh, cert..." he groaned. "So fiking tight."

His free hand slapped down on Yasmin's ass while his other hand kept her face pointed at the hidden camera.

"Wiggle your ass, Yasmin; ride my cock."

 

[caela]

Feeling him moving behind her she fought to ignore him, to think about anything but what was about to happen to her body. She had almost succeeded in distracting herself fully when suddenly his hand plunged into her thick mane of hair and twisted her head sharply drawing a hiss from between her teeth.

A sound that turned to a surprised cry of pain as he drove into her without warning. She'd been told it hurt but hadn't truly understood what it would feel like to have something torn away from inside her body. Tears sprang to her eyes and glistened on her skin as they rolled down her cheeks.

"Oh, cert..." he groaned. "So fiking tight."

His free hand slapped down on Yasmin's ass while his other hand kept her face pointed at the hidden camera.

"Wiggle your ass, Yasmin; ride my cock."

A dark flush colored her cheek and humiliation swept through her as he spoke as if she were nothing more than a commodity. All the months in the pens hadn't driven home the reality of her situation as much as this moment had. Any hope of finding her way back to her old life was truly gone and she felt her heart breaking with that knowledge. Felt it break only to be replaced with a fresh measure of determination. Determination to escape and make those that hurt her pay for their foolishness.

Not entirely certain what he wanted, but not wanting him to slap her again either, she moved her hips slightly under him and quickly realized that she wasn't going to be able to do much pinned as tightly to the bed as she was. Caught between him and the mattress there was simply nowhere to truly move.

 

[Otto26]

Gibon slammed forward into Yasmin, pressing her body against the bed with each motion. His free hand slapped her ass repeatedly, just for the satisfying sound of his hand smacking against her flesh.

"Don't know much about this do you, Yasmin? No, didn't think so. But you'll learn," he promised cheerfully. "Besides, you're a pretty girl with a niiiiiiiiiiice pussy. Freezing void, you've got a nice pussy! Oh, cert."

The close caress of her most intimate flesh was too much to be borne any longer, and Gibon pushed into her and collapsed on her back as he jerked inside her. He lay still for a moment until he'd caught his breath, then he stood up and withdrew from her.

"You're a woman now," he announced as he undid the manacles on her wrists. He carefully tucked his cock back inside the suit and sealed it. "Eat your meal when you're ready. I've got to get the doc to come and fix you so you don't get pregnant. He'll be by later."

Feeling an immense sense of satisfaction, Gibon left the room and locked the door behind him.

 

[caela]

"Don't know much about this do you, Yasmin? No, didn't think so. But you'll learn," he promised cheerfully. "Besides, you're a pretty girl with a niiiiiiiiiiice pussy. Freezing void, you've got a nice pussy! Oh, cert."

She wasn't really listening anymore. She could tell from the tone of his voice that he wasn't really talking to her but was talking at her instead and so didn't figure it was important. One of the girls in the pens had mentioned an owner that liked to talk during sex and had said she just tuned it all out.

Since she didn't know what she was supposed to be doing, and he didn't give her further instructions, she just lay there wanting him to finish so that he'd stop smacking her. His hand kept landing in the exact same place making her ass incredibly tender on the side and her neck was getting sore from him holding it wrenched back like he was.

At last she felt him shudder and felt something warm inside of her and realized he must be done. Then he collapsed on top of her making her grunt in surprise but at least he let go of her head so she could let it relax against the bed once more. Inside she just wanted to cry but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing anymore of her tears and so she just blinked quickly and took a deep calming breath to help calm her nerves.

Once he climbed off her (at last!) she was about to try and squirm back up onto the bed but was stilled when he reached for the manacles. With her hands freed it was much easier to scramble back up onto the mattress and retrieve the food packet he had tossed there.

"Eat your meal when you're ready. I've got to get the doc to come and fix you so you don't get pregnant. He'll be by later."

Opening the packet she tore off a piece of something that looked more like high density cardboard than food and wasn't the least surprised when it tasted just as bland. Still it was better than starving and she managed to eat about a third of it. It was too dry for her to eat anymore of it than that however, particularly since he (damnit she still didn't know his name!) hadn't bothered to seen fit to leave her any water with it.

Looking around she suddenly realized that was actually probably a good thing since she was still shackled to the bed at her ankle and she wasn't sure where she would have found a bathroom if she'd needed one. Gods knew she wished she get to one now just so she could wash the smell of him off of her. One thing at a time though she supposed. Perhaps she could get the doctor to gently nudge the idea into this morons head that if he was going to own a person it meant seeing to all of their basic needs before things got...messy.

 

[Otto26]

"Absolutely not!"

"Oh come on, Doc!" Gibon protested. "Look at it this way, if you don't fix her she's going to get pregnant and that could be really bad. You've got to give the acclimation treatment anyway, just fix her while you're at it. Besides, doesn't your oath require you to aid those in need?"

"They threw me out," the doctor retorted.

"But did you throw them out?" Gibon asked slyly.

"I..." the doctor started and then sighed. "I really wish I was allowed to curse. And if the avatar had ever met you, Gibon, I would be allowed to curse. How does an omniverm such as you manage to be shrewd?"

"I'm a people person," Gibon said. "You'll do it, then?"

"Cert," the doctor sighed, "I'll do it. But you'll have to bring her here; I'm not making bunk calls at your den of iniquity. And I'm charging you double."

"Double?! That's not upcheck, mate."

"Don't 'mate' me, Gibon. Passenger rate."

Gibon tried to think of a riposte to this unexpected line of argument, but couldn't. Technically Yasmin wasn't crew, so calling her a passenger wasn't exactly wrong and the captain was likely to take the Doc's point of view. He had little choice but to pay the price; if Yasmin got pregnant or sick then she wasn't going to earn him any money. And she *was* going to earn him money; he leered slightly as he remembered the feel of her body.

"Uugh," the doctor commented, "get out out, Gibon, before I change my mind."

Gibon knew when he'd gotten as much as he was likely to get, so he ducked out of the infirmary.

"Gibon!"

He turned and saw the Moscatiello twins bearing down on him.

"Two decacreds per?" Izumi demanded.

"She's not even pleasure certified," Ozumi said indignantly.

"You could always go talk to Ursula," Gibon countered.

"Discount, mate?"

"Two decacreds *is* discounted," Gibon said. "Can't play favorites with crew."

They glowered, disbelief written on their identical features, but they aquiesed.

"Done then. When?"

"Got to get her fixed first, say a segment, maybe two?"

They slapped hands to seal the bargain and Gibon, whistling happily to himself, continued down the corridor.

He walked into the room and looked at the half-eaten packet of food. Puzzled, he forgot why he was there and picked it up.

"You don't hydrate rations on the downbelow?" he asked rhetorically as he pushed on the wall next to the bed and the tap extended and began to dispense water. He let the ration absorb as much as it was going to and then sat it down on the bed. Reaching over, he undid the manacle holding Yasmin to the bed.

"Stand up, turn to face away from me, and put your hands behind your back. Doc wants you to come to him. Give me any trouble along the way and I'll make sure you need more of his services."