Comfort Cargo

[Otto26]

"Enjoying you," Izumi mumbled against her flesh.

Ozumi lifted his mouth from her breast and pressed it softly against her lips. "We've got a little time left," he said softly and gently nibbled at her lip. Both of them ran their hands over her body, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh, as they continued to taste her.

A beeping sound caused both of them to sigh heavily.

"But not that much time, apparently," Ozumi said. He gave Yasmin a last kiss and stood up to get dressed.

"Starless Void!" Izumi swore softly and stood. He looked down at his cock and stepped in front of Yasmin. "A quick suck, please, Yasmin. Just enough to clean me off."

 

[caela]

"Enjoying you,"

Yasmin wasn't certain what exactly to say to that. What they were doing felt nice so she didn't try to push them away despite being uncertain about what she was supposed to do. When Ozumi lifted his head from her breast to catch her lips she returned the kiss though with little skill and a lot of uncertainty.

She heard the beep but didn't realize that it must be some sort of timer until the brothers stood up to gather their clothes. She shivered slightly now that she didn't have the warmth of their bodies right beside hers and wrapped the thin blanket on the bed around her for it's warmth more then for modesty's sake. There was no point in modesty when they'd already seen and used her naked body. It was colder on this ship though then it had been at home so the blanket was a much needed commodity.

"Starless Void!" Izumi swore softly and stood. He looked down at his cock and stepped in front of Yasmin. "A quick suck, please, Yasmin. Just enough to clean me off."

If he'd simply ordered her she might have reminded him that his time was up and he'd gotten all he'd paid for but he didn't order her, he asked and that made her response different. He hadn't asked her to finish him off, just to clean him up and that she could do easily enough. Wrapping one arm around his waist she tilted her head and lightly licked and suckled his flesh clean. Her attempts weren't skilled but they were efficient.

Once she was done she felt awkward around the two brothers. They were going to leave after having used her body for their own pleasure. She had no idea what to do or say to them as they dressed. If they'd been lovers she might have known what to do but they weren't. Hell as kind has they had tried to be the point still remained that they had paid someone else for the use of her body and hadn't even seen fit to actually give her their names. She'd had to wait for them to speak to each other to learn them.

The whole thing left her feeling empty and more than a little dirty. Thinking on it too hard made her have to fight to blink away the tears of self-pity that wanted to form in her eyes but she wouldn't give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her cry and she knew now that there were cameras watching her.

"Goodbye," she said quietly once they were dressed. That too made her feel just how far she had fallen from the life she'd known. There was nothing to make you feel your vulnerability like the simple fact of being naked while those around you were clothed.

 

[Otto26]

"That was a mistake," Izumi noted, "I'm going to be walking around with this all day long. Thank you, Yasmin." He sealed his erection into his suit.

"Not 'goodbye', Yasmin. We'll be back, and you'll see us in the corridors. Well... if Gibon let's you out," Ozumi said.

"We're the eco-system techs," Izumi added, "You can look us up on the system. Thanks again, Yasmin."

"Cert, thanks very much," Ozumi said as they left the room.

******

Gibon took a suck of water from the nipple and consulted the readout. Twelve cargo modules had shown anomalous readings and he had a bad feeling about two more. He had at least five more hours before he'd be done checking them. He could leave it off until later, they had at least two months until they were outside the solar gravity well, but that wasn't the way he handled cargo. He switched to a view of Yasmin and saw her huddled on her bunk with the blanket wrapped around her.

"Moscatiello's must be finished," he observed. He thought for a moment and then keyed up the recording he'd made of Yasmin touching herself. He started it playing on her screen and spoke to her through the system.

"Again, Yasmin. Touch yourself until you come. Play with your tits a little this time, too. When you're done you can shower and rest."

He took a quick look at the Moscatiello footage and nodded in satisfaction. 'They'll pay to fik her the whole trip and then I'll be able to sell the recordings. I'll have to get some equipment for her to play with,' he thought before heading carefully for the next cargo module.

 

[caela]

Yasmin watched the brothers leave and only then did she let her confusion cross her face. They thanks her as if she had done them some sort of favor and she didn't understand why. They'd paid for the use of her like a commodity but then thanked her for doing what they had paid Gibon to make her do. She didn't pretend to understand and instead she wrapped her blanket tighter around her and curled up into a little ball on her bed.

She wanted to go home. She'd have given almost anything just then to wake up and find out it was all a bad dream; to wake up in her own bed and hear her parents puttering around the house, or her mother hollering up the stairs that she was going to be late for her Advanced Bio-Chem class if she didn't roll out of bed.

It was getting harder to control her tears and keep herself from crying so she was actually glad when her view screen suddenly came on, distracting her from her self-pitying thoughts. That gladness died quickly when what she saw on it was herself masturbating from earlier.

"Again, Yasmin. Touch yourself until you come. Play with your tits a little this time, too. When you're done you can shower and rest."

What could she say? She faked it. With her own video running it wasn't hard. She touched herself as she had before, and in ways that usually did bring her pleasure but she was just too emotionally spent for it to do anything for her this time. Still she put on a good show, whimpering and moaning on the bed, one hand between her thighs, the other toying with her nipples and breasts. She made it last a bit longer than the original video so that she had a chance to watch the video of her cumming before and copied it though with some minor changes.

When she was done she rose from the bed on, seemingly, unsteady legs and turned off the video. Pulling up the tutorial the doctor had told her about she quickly scanned through the directions for folding down the bed to make space for the shower closet to open. It all seemed foreign to her but she managed it quickly enough and, remembering the doctors words about water rations, kept the shower short.

The hot water felt exquisite on her skin and she wished that she could just revel in it but she washed quickly, her nose wrinkling slightly at the utilitarian soap and shampoo in the stall. She'd have given alot for the vanilla scented soap and shampoo she used to buy at home. Still this would keep her clean enough even if it didn't smell as nice. Perhaps she could hint at the desire to the brothers if they did keep returning. She didn't know if they'd be inclined to gift giving after having to pay Gibon for using her but if the opportunity arose to mention it, it certainly couldn't hurt.

Clean and dry she dialed the controls that would close the shower and lower the bed once more where she wrapped up in her thin blanket and fell quickly into an exhausted sleep.

 

[Otto26]

Gibon finished the check on the extra-vehicular activity suit and closed the locker. Sitting down on the bench he leaned back and took a few deep breaths as he tried to relax some of the knots in his back. "Maybe I should have Yasmin suck the tension out of me," he pondered.

"Gibon," heard in his ear.

"Airlock seven," he replied.

"I'll meet you there."

'What the Void does the Captain want with me?' he wondered.

A few minutes later the Captain walked in with the doc trailing behind him.

"You bought a doctor?" he asked.

"What doctor?" Gibon replied. "I bought a virgin, good looking."

"Doc says she was a medical student, knows the basics at least. He wants her to work in the infirmary part-time."

"Cert," Gibon replied. "Standard rate."

The Captain frowned. "You know Doc doesn't have any money."

"I bought her, Captain. I need to make back the money I spent on her and a little more besides. She's an investment."

"I know. How about this? She works part time in the infirmary. You charge half the standard rate for those hours and I take it off what you're paying me for her passage. If she doesn't work out then you get her back full time under the old bargain."

Gibon thought about it, crunching the numbers and running various scenarios in his mind.

"If there's a problem, Gibon, we're going to want as much medical help as can have," Doc said quietly.

"Cert. Cert. But I'm not paying for an implant."

"We'll take care of it," the Captain said.

***

Gibon walked back to his quarters in something of a good mood. If he was right, and in financial matters he usually was, he was going to make more money faster with this arrangement. The overhead of paying for Yasmin's upkeep was what kept profit from accumulating quickly. Having her working in the infirmary would give him some good footage that he could turn to his advantage. 'Slut Nurse'? It had a ring. And he'd have to check with Doc, maybe she could get some sort of certification; that'd give her some extra re-sale value. Pondering, he went to his room to sleep.

***

Doc recorded his message and sent it to Yasmin's comp, to be delivered when she woke up.

"Yasmin, come to the infirmary as soon as you get the chance."

 

[caela]

Yasmin yawned as she woke a few hours later. The sleep had done her some good, helping to ease the intense home-sickness and self pity that had started to plague her. It had also let the very last of her discomfort from taking off ease and she felt more like herself. She knew it would be all to easy to let self-pity take a grip and run her life but she also knew that if she every wanted out of this situation she had to keep it at bay.

Which was part of why she'd had the audacity to ask the doctor if she could work in the infirmary.

Almost as if the thought had made it happen her wall monitor started make beeping noises at her. Clearly it had registered her waking up because it wasn't the monitor that had woken, she'd woken naturally. Rising from the bed she looked at it until she finally figured out how to get it to give up the message it was telling her it had stored for her.

"Yasmin, come to the infirmary as soon as you get the chance."

She didn't know how to send a message back yet so she couldn't do that. Looking around the room she realized that what she wanted was clothing. She didn't want to go moving about the ship naked all the time. Not only was it embarrassing but it was just too damned cold! She was used to a warm climate and even standing in her small quarters she was chilly. Grabbing the blanket from the bed she wrapped it around her, silently lamented the lack of any sort of footgear and left her room for the infirmary.

She thought nothing of it and figured it could be justified. After all she'd been given no orders to remain in her room and the doctor wouldn't have ordered her to the infirmary for nothing. Surely Gibon couldn't beat her for obeying the ship's doctor.

 

[Otto26]

He smiled as Yasmin walked into the room with the blanket wrapped around her.

"I found it cold when I first arrived," he told her. "You'll get used to it in time. You'll have to, in fact. I have spoken to the Captain and you will be spending part of each day working here. There are conditions, however. You have to wear clothing, obviously, but Gibon dictated the form of that clothing."

He pointed to the translucent, elastic body-stocking that lay on the examination table. It was cut off at mid-biceps and mid-thigh and was only moderately shy of being transparent.

"You can wear that when you're working here. You'll have to ask Gibon about clothing for other times. I've got to give you a crew implant, too. The Captain can use a crew implant to kill you. If you can't accept that, now is the time to speak up."

 

[caela]

Clothing! Even if for only part of the day she was elated. At least until she saw the outfit that Gibon had dictated she wear. It was really no better than wearing nothing as it would barely cover her and was nearly transparent. It certainly wouldn't help to keep her warm and there was nothing for her feet. She wished she could be surprised by it but she was quickly coming to the conclusion that Gibon had no redeeming value whatsoever.

Still she would able to work in the infirmary and even the clothing she had to wear doing it couldn't sink her joy in that simple fact. All her life she'd wanted to be a doctor. Granted she'd been taken by slavers but it wasn't unheard of for owners to allow slaves to finish schooling (especially as close to being done as she had been) in such professions as it increased their value and thus their re-sale amount.

As important as she suspected money was to him she wondered if she could could get him to let her take her exams. It would require an initial output but slaves with specialized training and experience (she'd get plenty she was sure working in the ship's infirmary) often sold for double or triple the value of a comparable slave with no such training.

Granted, she intended to find a means of escape but there was no reason he needed to know that.

"You can wear that when you're working here. You'll have to ask Gibon about clothing for other times. I've got to give you a crew implant, too. The Captain can use a crew implant to kill you. If you can't accept that, now is the time to speak up."

Kill her? That slowed her thought processes and brought her attention fully back to the doctor.

"Kill me?" she asked quietly, "What else does it do? What is the implant actually for and from how far away can he kill me?"

The last was important to know because if he could kill her from a significant difference it would make escape harder.

 

[Otto26]

"An interesting thing about ships," Doc remarked, "is that life is fragile. The void will kill everyone in an instant, with just the slightest mistake. So it's important to monitor everything. I don't think there's a single space on this ship that isn't monitored at all times. You should learn about this; your console will help you. The implant can kill you anywhere on the ship, and since you're not going to be leaving the sip it doesn't matter how far it can reach outside the ship."

He paused.

"The purpose of the implant is to allow you to communicate with the rest of the crew and to allow the ship to know where you are and how healthy you are. All that information is accessible to anyone; there aren't many secrets on a ship. Shall I implant it?"

 

[caela]

"The purpose of the implant is to allow you to communicate with the rest of the crew and to allow the ship to know where you are and how healthy you are. All that information is accessible to anyone; there aren't many secrets on a ship. Shall I implant it?"

He might not think she'd be leaving the ship but she certainly did! Still if he wouldn't tell her how far the range on it was she could probably look up the schematics for it later. If she was going to be working in the infirmary they'd eventually have to give her a wider access to the ships computers...still she'd rather know now.

"One more question and then yes...is it removable? I doubt Gibon intends to keep me forever and if he makes enough money off me he may go in for an upgrade, get a certified pleasure slave that he could make even more off of. In such a case can the implant be removed or would it just be deactivated?"

This was almost as important as her first question. If it could be removed or deactivated she could work that into her escape plans as well. If not then she was still stuck with her original question about just how far the signal it carried could go.

 

[Otto26]

"It's removable," he assured her. "Lie face down on the table."

Doc went over to one of the sterile storage lockers. After running his hands through the sanitizer he opened it and extracted a standard implant. He placed it into a slot on the side of a console and gave it the programming criteria.

"You should always begin by discussing the procedure with the patient where possible. Where this is not possible you must act in the best interest of the patient, acting always to preserve life first, and quality of life second. In the case of an implant a standard implant must be programmed for the specific criteria. In this case, for example, command functions will not be present and communications priority will be set lower than crew standard. Sterility is important and should be maintained. Do not rely upon a final sterilization to counter the effects of sloppy pre-operative procedure."

He took the scanner off the wall and, after checking it, ran it over her. "Always calibrate your equipment before using it. Always. And never accept a prior certification of health, even if you issued it. Once you have established the baseline readings for the patient you can prepare the target area for surgery. Depiliate the area with the laser. This is not sufficient sterilization. Nor is a simple pass with the sanitizer. You should use both and immediately apply a surgical seal patch to the area."

The small square of blue plastic stuck easily to her skin.

"A surface anesthetic is indicated in procedures such as this."

He applied a drop to the plastic which quickly absorbed and distributed the painkiller.

"Implantation is the same as with any subcutaneous implantation. Simply align the probe with the target area and... implant. Mild discomfort is to be expected in any case, and in the case of a sub-cranial implant there may well be headaches, mild nausea, and some dizziness. Leave the seal patch in place until it falls off to prevent infection and to allow maxium benefit of the anesthetic."

He began sterlizing and replacing his tools.

"Put your clothing on and go to the console by the door. It's been set up with an introductory tutorial to show you how the infirmary inventory system works. After that, you need to memorize the layout of the infirmary. You've got two segments and then you go to shift meal and back to your quarters. Get to work."

He'd have preferred to be a little gentler, but he didn't have that luxury with the truncated hours they were allowing her. She'd do well, or she wouldn't.

 

[caela]

"It's removable," he assured her. "Lie face down on the table."

Yasmin nodded and did as she was told. She left the blanket laying atop the outfit that had been left for her before stretching out on the table. She listened as the doctor spoke, a small smile playing on her lips as she simply relaxed, her head cradled in her arms while his voice droned on. It was all information she'd learned in school of course but she knew that many took shortcuts and as the doctor did each thing he spoke of she knew he wouldn't...and that he wouldn't stand for them in his infirmary.

Once the implant was in place she sighed and rolled over so she could face the doctor again. Around him it was easy to forget her nudity, he seemed to simply ignore it because she was a patient and that made it easy for her to ignore too. Rubbing her neck where the implant had gone in she stretched slightly, tilting her head from side to side to keep the muscles around it from wanting to tighten up and making the possible side effects worse.

"Put your clothing on and go to the console by the door. It's been set up with an introductory tutorial to show you how the infirmary inventory system works. After that, you need to memorize the layout of the infirmary. You've got two segments and then you go to shift meal and back to your quarters. Get to work."

Nodding she didn't try to engage him in further conversation. As much as she would have liked to she had a lot to learn still before she would truly be an asset here and she wanted him to know she could be. If she did well he might put in a good word with the Captain and perhaps she could earn more time here.

Dressing swiftly she sat down at the console he'd pointed out and wrapped her blanket back around her. It didn't help to keep her entirely warm but it was better than nothing. She worked through the tutorial quickly and then started learning the layout of the infirmary as well. Looking through cupboards and opening drawers, learning the doctors methods of organization.

By the time her time was up and she was supposed to go to eat she had almost everything memorized (she hadn't been the top of her class for nothing). Before she left though she peeked into the doctors office and asked quietly, "Can I access the inventory lists from my room Doctor? If I have time to night I'd like to start studying them more thoroughly before coming in tomorrow."

 

[Otto26]

"They can be accessed from your console. You're not due to report here until the shift after next, Yasmin. Don't forget to remove your clothing and check the console for the location of the dining room."

 

[caela]

She smiled and nodded, "Thank you Doctor."

Leaving him to his work she hummed softly to herself as she took off the nearly transparent outfit. she folded it up to carry back to her room with her and wrapped her blanket even more tightly around her body before checking the console for directions to the dining room. It would probably annoy Gibon but the fact was she was freezing and, while the doctor had said she'd become accustomed to the chill aboardship, she hadn't yet. Besides it was easy for him to say...he was clothed.

Leaving the infirmary she made her way to the dining room and instantly blushed when she stepped through the door. She was surrounded by men and they were all leering at her. It made her pull the blanket tighter around her. The doctor had told her to come here to eat so she went to receive a plate and then settled into the furthest, darkest corner she could find, intending to eat as quickly as possible and disappear back to her room.

Looking down at her plate once she was sitting she was startled. There was nothing there she recognized and so she pushed at with her fork as if expecting something to jump off the plate and bite her.

 

[Otto26]

"It's really good once you give it chance, Yasmin," Ozumi said as he plopped down beside her. "That's grilled mycoprotein cake in a peppers sauce. If you put it over the potato noodles it's very tasty. I like it with the sweet kelp relish, you can share some of mine if you like."

He demonstrated by scooping a mouthful of his own food together and swallowing it down.

"How'd you get Gibon to let you out of your room on your own?" he asked curiously.

 

[caela]

Yasmin blinked in surprise when Ozumi just dropped into a chair beside her but also managed a smile when he scooped a large mouthful of his food into his mouth and practically inhaled it.

"So the trick is to not taste it?" she asked, actually managing to tease the large man beside her. She was still in a good mood from her shift in the infirmary despite her embarrassment.

She picked at her own food, even trying the combination that Ozumi mentioned and found that while it looked odd, it really didn't taste bad at all. Not as good as the fresh foods she could get at home but not nearly as bad as she expected either.

"How'd you get Gibon to let you out of your room on your own?"

Here she bit her lip. The fact was she didn't know how Gibon was going to react. She hadn't asked if she could leave (hell she hadn't known where he was to ask) and had just done what the doctor told her instead. Quietly she shrugged.

"The doctor left a message for me to come to the infirmary when I woke from a nap earlier. I'm going to be working a few segments each day there and he needed to implant me as well as get me started learning inventory and layout," she said with a small shrug and realized that didn't really answer his question entirely. "When I was done, Doc told me to come eat here before heading back to my room."

The simple fact was she hadn't given any thought at all to if it had been cleared by Gibon or not. She'd wanted out of that tiny room and to move around and Doc's order had given her the excuse she needed. Shrugging again she pulled her blanket tighter and dug into her food. It might be odd but it was better than the ration packet that Gibon had given her earlier.

 

[Otto26]

"Oh," Ozumi said, "I guess that means you'll have less time for customers. Gibon will raise the rate." He poked somewhat sadly at his food and then caught sight of Yasmin's face. "Oh, sorry. I know you didn't choose your line of work... Izumi and I just enjoyed our time with you. Congratulations on your good fortune."

"Good fortune?" Hebart asked, stopping right behind Ozumi. "You paid for it, didn't you?"

"Not mine, Hebart, Yasmin's. Captain says she works in the infirmary every few shifts."

"Cert, I heard that. Too bad; less time for us. Anyway, bend over the table tart, clock's counting."

He unsealed his suit and pulled out his cock.

"Hey!" Ozumi protested, "I'm eating here."

"Other thing I heard, Oz, is that since she's allowed out of her room Gibon gets the vid feed from any area she's in and the Captain allowed him to rent her in any non-critical area."

 

[caela]

"Cert, I heard that. Too bad; less time for us. Anyway, bend over the table tart, clock's counting."

Yasmin's eyes narrowed at Herbart's words. No one had said anything about anyone on the crew being able to use her anywhere she wanted. For all she knew he was just trying to get a free shot at her and Gibon would beat her for it later. She wasn't up for another round of rape, particularly not in public.

"Other thing I heard, Oz, is that since she's allowed out of her room Gibon gets the vid feed from any area she's in and the Captain allowed him to rent her in any non-critical area."

"No," she said quite clearly giving Hebart a look that was pure loathing. No doubt she'd end up having to fuck him at some point but she'd be damned if she'd even pretend disinterest. The man was foul.

"What you've heard is just hearsay. I was told to come eat and return to my room. Unless Gibon himself gives me other instructions that's what I'll do. I'm getting beaten just because you want to sneak some sort of public sex show in on the side when there's no one here that can gainsay your rumors.

I'm no tart and I'm not the ship's slave, when the person that bought me tells me you have the right to use me in the dining room I'll bend over the table. Until then get the hell away from me."

By the end she was all but growling at Hebart. She knew she was making a spectacle of herself but she'd had enough. She might be a slave (for now) but she wasn't some blow up doll to be passed around at the whims of the crew. When Gibon sent someone to her she'd do what she had to but she'd be damned if she'd let the rest treat her as less then human otherwise.

"I'm sorry Ozumi, I've lost my appetite. Enjoy your dinner," she said politely as she stood and left the dining room while Hebart still had his cock out.

Keeping her blanket tight around her body she stormed through the ship and back to her room. Her anger keeping her warm for the first time since she'd woken up in her small room. Listening to the door slide shut behind her she wished it had hinges so she could slam it and growled softly under her breath. Since she couldn't do that she did the next best thing she could think of.

She started using her vid screen until she found the instructions for using her implant to contact another one of the crew and opened a channel to Gibon.

"If you have a moment we need to talk," was all she said but her tone alone made it clear she was angry, if he was watching her on a vid screen he'd know she was furious.

 

[Otto26]

It took Gibon twenty minutes to make it to Yasmin's room. He walked in and sat a bag on the floor and took a seat on the chair.

"Console, video playback, Yasmin one, Yasmin two, Yasmin three, Yasmin four. Those," he said indicating the screen behind him with his thumb, "are credits. You're here to make money for me. If you're not making money for me then you're not worth the food and air I pay for. Console, video playback, extreme sex seven."

He waited for a minute, letting Yasmin get a good look at the screaming woman in the middle of the display behind him.

"That kind of recording sells for more money than the other four put together. A lot more. Console, pause all playback. Talking to the doc and getting to work in the infirmary; that's smart. Wish I'd had some education like that when I started out. That works out okay, so I'm not mad. Telling Hebart you're not going to fik him 'til you hear from me; can't be mad about that. So I'm not mad. But I think you might be forgetting what you are. Console, environmental, reduce temperature five degrees. Give me your blanket, Yasmin."

 

[caela]

But I think you might be forgetting what you are. Console, environmental, reduce temperature five degrees. Give me your blanket, Yasmin.

Yasmin's eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared, her anger building through Gibon's entire little speech. She felt the temperature drop and almost immediately her skin tightened into millions of goosebumps and she had to fight to keep her teeth from chattering. The simple fact was she had what people in the north of her planet called "thin blood". She had lived near the equatorial regions of her planet all her life and even with her blanket the room was now simply a torture.

"No," she growled fiercely and clutched the blanket tighter around her body. "I haven't forgotten what I am. How the hell could I. You've stated it clearly and if I hadn't gotten the point being raped more then once in a day and hearing about your prices going up and my time in the infirmary cutting into the time the crew has to fuck me would have reinforced it.

I'm a commodity and from what I've seen today, I'm one of a kind on this ship. Slave or not that gives me a position to bargain from and you know it. You can send as many of your crew to use me as you like, can beat me as often as you like, can make this room so cold it makes me ill, can starve me, can even torture me but in the end it's my body that will or won't please your crew mates. How pleased do you think they'll be if it's nothing more than a body that just lays there unresponsive in any way?

You're the one that made a point of showing videos of a woman screaming in pleasure. If you want that sort of reaction out of me, even if I'm faking it, you'll treat me decently Gibon. I wasn't born a slave and you'd do well to remember that. I have just as much pride, stubbornness, intelligence, and ingenuity as anyone on this ship.

I won't be treated like I'm worth less than a dog. Work with me here Gibon and this can be an equitable situation for both of us. Don't and you'll end up losing your investment because, whether you believe me now or not, I will let you starve me to death before I let another person on this ship treat me like some sort of blow up doll!"

She knew she was ranting but while her voice had been slightly shrill when she started it had suddenly gone calm and her face had taken on the determined cast of a fanatic on her last threat. Slave or not she would only be pushed so far, but she'd also extended the offer to make him quite a bit of money if he'd only work with her.

 

[Otto26]

"Console, reduce temperature 10 degrees."

Gibon regarded Yasmin through implacable eyes for a long centisegment. His mind ran numbers and scenarios, making comparisons and evaluating options.

"What are you offering?"

 

[caela]

So it was to be a test of wills. She waited until the temperature dropped in the room before she unwound the blanket from her body and tossed at his feet indignantly. Almost immediately her skin goosebumped even more and her fingers and toes took on a bluish cast making it clear that while he might just be chilly (or even comfortable depending on what he was used to) her own body was clearly not handling the cold well.

Her mind however was what was in control and she clenched her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering and managed to hold her body utterly still without even the smallest of shivers.

"What are you offering?"

"The last video you showed. I can't offer to honestly react to everyone you send to me but I can fake it well enough that they'll think I have. I'll have to do it in stages, by now everyone onboard knows I'm inexperienced but gradually I can increase my reactions until I'm making you as much money as possible without being a certified pleasure slave.

In return I'd like a set of real clothes for working in the infirmary and for when I have to move about the ship. It can be as skin tight as you'd like but something that will keep me warm (and from getting sick from the cold) and something to wear on my feet as well.

I've been freezing all day.

Also I'd at least like the illusion of some privacy. I know there are cameras in here and am sure people can tune in when you send "clients" here but I'd prefer to keep the sex here, or in whoever had paid you, room. At least for now. Eventually maybe I could work up to something a little more public (hell you could probably charge extra for that, including charging whoever's watching) with the right clients.

The last thing I'd ask is that you let me finish my schooling. Even from here I can do it. My classes were mostly done anyway and if a message was sent to my professors I'm sure they'd let me take my final exams. After that it would just be a matter of taking my boards and I could probably ask Doc to proctor those for me. It would require an initial output of money for the cost of the board tests but it would immediately double my value for when you sell me and the practical experience in the infirmary will add even more to it.

I'm not asking for much Gibon and by the time you're ready to sell me I just might have earned you enough money to buy a certified pleasure slave."

She deliberately didn't ask for much. She didn't ask for any luxuries, though it was tempting, and she kept her own desires crouched in how it would work for him. Everything she asked for could only add to her value or how much money she could make for him.

 

[Otto26]

He stood and paced the room, which had the effect of making him look as though he was slowly turning in circles. After several centisegments he stopped and sat down again.

"You'll do exactly what I tell you to do or I'll break one of your fingers and twist the bone until you pass out. When I wake you up, I'll break another finger and repeat the process. When I'm done with your fingers I'll splice the recording and package it for sale at the next port. Then I'll take you to the doc and he'll fix you up. He has to fix you up because he swore some oaths. Then I'll start the process over again; except the second time I'll give you some real pain."

He stared at her for a minute to let her see the sincerity of his threat.

"Education. You talk to Doc about that. He wants to let you study and take tests, fine. If it doesn't cut into my profit, I don't care. Clothing. You, naked, is advertising. Doc says you've got to have something that protects you when you're working. I'll let you have a suit and ship shoes. Privacy... it's a toss up whether I can make more money by selling the video of your public sex at the next port or by charging the crew... so we'll try it your way to begin with. You make the sex look good enough, and maybe I'll feel moved to contribute to your education or allow you other privileges. But I get what I want too.

You bathe after every session, and make it look good. One masturbation session per day, and come up with new material. No backtalk. I tell you to suck and your mouth better be full when you ask me why. Oh, and put this on."

He reached into the bag and pulled out a small, plas-ceramic collar. "If you're going to be wearing a shipsuit the Captain doesn't want you to be mistaken for crew."

 

[caela]

She could tell he was thinking as he paced the small room and inside she shivered slightly, but it was nothing that showed on the outside. On the outside she was calm and collected despite the still cold room and the growing bluish tint to her skin. She probably would have been quite so cold if she'd let her body shiver but she wasn't about to do it and appear weak while she was in the middle of negotiating for some mildly decent treatment.

Most of what he said was acceptable though she had to admit she didn't like the threat. Still threatening to break her fingers, while painful, was fixable which meant there was no law against it. About the only laws she could think of regarding slaves was that it was illegal to permanently mutilate or kill them. Hell the family pet had more legal protection than a slave did.

Still he'd accepted what she wanted so when he tossed something at her she deftly snatched it from the air before she realized what it was. Seeing the collar in her hand she sighed. She'd known it would show up eventually but that didn't make her happy about it.

"If you're going to be wearing a shipsuit the Captain doesn't want you to be mistaken for crew."

She blinked realizing he'd said she'd be wearing a shipsuit. Granted they looked warm enough but it was more than she'd asked for. She'd have been content with some sort of body stocking made out of a material designed to hold her heat in. It hadn't even occured to her to ask for a shipsuit. They looked rather baggy and comfortable which meant she didn't think he'd let her wear one so why bother even entertaining the notion. Still it would be more comfortable to work in the infirmary in so she locked the collar around her throat.

"I have one last question Gibon," she said her voice much more reasonable now. "Well two actually, one: could you please turn the temperature back up in here, it's freezing and if I stay this cold much longer it's likely to make me ill. If you don't believe me just call and ask doc, he can look up the facts for people living in the equatorial region of my world. Two, what sort of boundaries or guidlines have you set up regarding your crewmates use of me?

I'd rather not have another scene like in the dining hall today and if I know what rules you've set up I can avoid them."

 

[Otto26]

"If someone wants to fik you, you do it. It's either paid for or it'll be paid for when I find out about it. There's vid everywhere on the ship and the computer will sort out all footage of you for me to review. No backtalking the crew or you'll live to regret it. They can do pretty much anything they want; if they hurt you, I'll bill them for the repairs."

He indicated the bag on the floor at his feet.

"I had the fabricator make these. Start working them into your video. Console, increase temperature by twenty degrees. No wrapping yourself up and you can go to the supply room and draw one ship suit and one pair of ship shoes."

He stood up and opened the door. "After you're done with Hebart," he said as he walked out.

Grinning nastily, Hebart walked into the room and closed the door behind him.