Comfort Cargo

[caela]

"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."

Yasmin's eyes narrowed at his words. Granted he could make her life miserable but apparently he didn't yet understand that that could work both ways. She hadn't asked for anything unreasonable and everything she'd asked for could have improved her value for him and yet he still wanted to treat her as if she of less value than a family pet.

He'd learn.

She didn't even look into the bag he pushed toward her bed, her eyes still flashing with anger as he increased the temperature in the room and told her she could go to collect one ship suit and pair of shoes.

"After you're done with Hebart,"

Her eyes narrowed even further as Hebart entered the room. She'd known she'd likely have to fuck him at some point but she hadn't counted on it being so damned soon. What she wanted to do was reach up and claw his eyes out, instead she simply sat on the edge of her bed silent and unresponsive. He'd get nothing extra from her. If she could manage it she would make this experience so unsatisfying for him that he wouldn't be back.

 

[Otto26]

"Where were we...?" Hebart asked. His eyes oozed over her body and he licked his leering lips once as he considered his question. "Oh, yes... Bend over tart."

 

[Otto26]

OOC: A rough sketch of the ship. Starting at the left: The red are the engines, the dark blue are the reaction mass storage, the black area is flight operations (the bridge and shuttles), the light blue is the habitat ring that spins to provide gravity, the green area is the core environmental area, the crosshatched area is the cargo structure, and the light blue area at the front is the sensor array. All of this is attached to the core which contains the fusion reactors.

 

[caela]

Yasmin let her distaste show on her face before she slid off her bed and, without a word to him, bent over it's edge. She wasn't entirely certain what it was that he would want beyond a fuck. After all, Gibon hadn't used her mouth, hell he'd barely used her at all for which she was grateful. Izumi and Ozumi on the other hand had used her together...who knew what this piece of porcine dung would want.

She didn't care, she just wanted it over with.

 

[Otto26]

'Yes... a pretty little bitch all for myself. Too bad about the cameras, but beggars and choosers...' he thought to himself. He unsealed his suit and pulled out his cock, stroking it as he took his time approaching, letting her wonder. His foot snapped out to kick her legs further apart and his free hand slipped between them, roughly fondling her sex.

"That's a nice cunt you've got there, tart. Oops," he said mockingly, "I forgot. You didn't know you're a tart. Why don't you go ahead and clear that up. Say 'I'm a tart, sir'." His fingers closed on her labia, threatening.

 

[caela]

Her ire grew when he suddenly lashed out kicking her legs further apart. She felt a sharp pain just above her knee and had to fight the urge to growl. She kept her mouth shut however and continued to just lay there as he loomed over her. Gods how she wanted to lash out and drive her elbow straight into his cock!

"I forgot. You didn't know you're a tart. Why don't you go ahead and clear that up. Say 'I'm a tart, sir'.

She could feel the threatening pinch of his fingers but she just couldn't keep her brain and her mouth connected and snapped sharply, "You're a tart Sir."

 

[Otto26]

The rush of anger flashed through him, grounding itself in his hand. His fingers pinched savagely hard on her labia and he felt her body jump. He slowly twisted while his other hand pressed down on the small of her back, pinning her in place.

"I'm sorry, tart," he said with oily politeness, "but I thought I heard you being rude to one of Gibon's customers. I must have misheard you, because not even a worthless tart like yourself would be stupid enough to do that. Let's try again; say, 'I'm a tart, sir.'"

 

[caela]

Tears flooded into her eyes as his fingers pinched down and twisted on her labia. The pain was intense but while her body jerked she managed to keep from crying out; she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

Let's try again; say, 'I'm a tart, sir.

Twisting her head she glared at the man behind her and this time she simply said nothing. She only glared at him for a moment before turning up her chin and turning her head forward once more. Managing to convey with a single look that he could call her anything he wanted but it didn't change the face that while she might be the one labeled a slave, he was the one that was subhuman in all the ways that mattered.

 

[Otto26]

Hebart smiled. 'Oh, this is going to be fun,' he thought. He could feel his cock standing upright, rigid with excitement. 'This might even be as much fun as... no, not with cameras.'

His hand gave a last twist to Yasmin's sex and then released it. Keeping her pinned in place with one hand, his other knotted in her hair, close to her scalp, and pushed, pressing her face into the soft foam of the matress. The anticipation was enough to accelarate his heart-beat and the moment he felt her realization, that he wasn't going to let her breathe, was nearly orgasmic.

"Good tarts get to breathe, bad tarts get punished. Do you want to be a good tart?"

 

[caela]

Yasmin growled softly in the back of her throat when he pushed her face into the mattress. It took a moment but she eventually realized he had no intention of letting her breath and then her body stiffened. She knew he felt it because she could almost feel his delight in his, his sadistic glee coming off him in waves that a blind man would have felt.

"Good tarts get to breathe, bad tarts get punished. Do you want to be a good tart?"

So that was the game was it. He wanted to cow her, to tame her, to force her to submit to her will. Apparently he hadn't been watching her deal with Gibon. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He couldn't kill her and while what he was doing was uncomfortable she refused to give in to him. Instead she lay utterly still under him as the darkness of unconsciousness approached.

She didn't want to pass out and in the back of her mind hoped that someone would be watching and would do something...she doubted it however and was willing to pass out if it meant ruining Hebart's fun.

 

[Otto26]

Yasmin's involuntary shudders sent a thrill through Hebart and he had to force himself to stop pressing her face into the mattress. Chuckling, he gave Yasmin's ass a pat and went over to the shower and got a cup of water. He splashed the water onto her face and watched as she stirred.

Still laughing quietly, he spread her legs and positioned his cock against her sex. When he was sure she was conscious again, he rammed into her as hard as he could.

 

[caela]

Something cold hitting her face pulled her back from the darkness that had claimed her. Why couldn't he have just gotten frustrated and left?! She could hear him chuckling to himself behind her but she refused to acknowledge him and her body remained limp bent over the edge of the bed.

At least until he drove into her.

With no preparation her body wasn't ready for him and the sudden flare of pain through her most intimate places drew a low grunt from her. She quickly clamped down on the sound however and refused to make another. Gibon had been utterly thoughtless to whether she enjoyed him or not but her body had at least been prepared for him by her own masturbation while Izumi and Ozumi had had the presence of mind to at least make sure she enjoyed their attention enough that there was no pain. Hebart (sadistic bastard!!! her mind screamed) seemed to relish the knowledge that he was hurting her.

For the first time since she woke she truly felt brutalized.

 

[Otto26]

"I didn't catch that, tart. What did you say?" Hebart asked. Grinning wildly he pulled back and thrust hard into Yasmin again. "You've got a nice, tight little cunt, tart. Perfect for fiking paying customers. Tell you what, just relax and open yourself up to me and there'll be less discomfort," he said in velvet tones.

'Which is it going to be, bitch?' he thought as he continued to slowly pull back and suddenly ram in, 'Resistance and pain? Surrender? Either one works for me. Void but I'm going to have to buy a vid of this.'

The thought of watching this scene over again was like a goad. He grabbed her hair and pushed her face back into the mattress as he continued to rape her.

 

[caela]

'Which is it going to be, bitch?' he thought as he continued to slowly pull back and suddenly ram in, 'Resistance and pain? Surrender? Either one works for me. Void but I'm going to have to buy a vid of this.'

She didn't get a chance to answer and whatever she would have said was lost when he suddenly plunged a tight grip into her hair and pushed her face into the pillow again. With her body still recovering from her recent round of oxygen deprivation she grinned in the privacy of her own mind and just relaxed, letting her face push deeper into the mattress.

She could feel the darkness creeping and she invited it, even when he let her face up just slightly so she could breath (and stay awake so he could brutalize her longer) she simply held her breath until he pushed back down. Through her own efforts, and his that darkness crept over her again pulling her down into a place where she didn't know or care what was happening to her body any longer and it became just a limp piece of un-reactive flesh under him.

 

[Otto26]

"That's a good tart," Hebart 'praised' her. "Don't fight it, relax, open up to me."

And her body was. Even if it was simple physiological defense, she was getting wetter and it was increasingly easy for him to move inside her. He let up on the pressure on her head, allowing her to breathe unimpeded, to regain full consciousness. All the while he continued to slam his body against hers with the regularity of a metronome.

"You're nice and wet now," he said approvingly. "That's good, that'll make this easier."

He pulled out of her and placed the head of his cock against her puckered asshole and pushed in hard, pinning her to the bed with the force of his thrust.

"Now that's nice," he commented.

 

[caela]

She managed to ignore him until he pulled free of her body. He hadn't finished and the fact that he seemed pleased worried her. What was going to be easier? She didn't have to wonder long before he suddenly plunged his cock into her virgin ass. She wanted to scream! It was such an unexpected pain and it seemed to flare out to encompass her entire body but her only visible reaction was a tightening of her fingers in her sheets. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing how he was hurting her reflected in her face or body.

Never again she promised herself. She would never again let this animal touch her! Gibon could beat her, break her bones, whatever, it didn't matter. She was never letting this animal so much as touch her again!

 

[Otto26]

Hebart pounded into Yasmin. She wasn't screaming, but her body gave away small signs of discomfort and that was enough for now. 'This one will be weeks in the breaking,' he gloated. The anticipation of everything he could do sent a shiver through him. Quickly he pulled out of her and stroked his cock until he spurted onto her lower back.

"Cert, that's nice," he sighed in satisfaction. He gave her a pat on the ass and stood back, sealing up his suit.

"We'll do this again. Soon," he promised and walked out of the room whistling a jaunty tune.

 

[caela]

Yasmin shuddered in disgust as Hebart's release splattered on her back but at least he hadn't left his filth inside of her. As soon as she heard him leave she leapt up and turned on the shower. Earlier she'd worried about water rations but now she scrubbed and scrubbed until her skin was pink and raw and the water ran cold on her flesh and still she didn't feel clean.

At last she had to leave the shower because her body was shivering so hard she could barely stand from the cold. Drying her body as hard as she'd scrubbed it before it left her looking as if she'd been burned somehow and there was a haunted, almost feral look in her eyes.

Remembering that Gibon had said she could go get a ship suit and shoes she wrapped her blanket around her still shivering body, looked up the directions and fled her room to get the clothes she now had permission to wear while working in the infirmary.

Roaming the halls of the ship she barely noticed those men that saw her, and couldn't have cared less what they thought of her haunted appearance as she passed them.

 

[Otto26]

"How much?" Gibon asked.

Doc shrugged. "The instructional materials came with the testing modules. It's essentially free, or chargeable to the ship."

"And that would make her a certified doctor?"

"Depends on where you are. Most places she'd have to take another examination to confirm her general medical expertise. But basic certifications are a pre-requisite for taking those tests."

"Medical certified slaves sell for more than general slaves, but not as much as pleasure certified slaves," Gibon remarked.

"Really?" Doc asked.

"Oh cert. A slave's got to have the right mindset to be a pleasure slave. Gotta be tough. She's tough, but her mindset..."

"I won't..." Doc began, but Gibon waved him down.

"Won't ask," Gibon told him. "Go ahead and teach her. Get her certified. It's all value added and she'd go insane if I just made her do the sex. Besides, I can use the footage of her studying."

He walked out of the infirmary and down the forward corridor towards his room. Halfway there, a thought struck him.

"Yasmin, where are you?" he asked and waited for the computer system to forward his query.

 

[caela]

"Yasmin, where are you?"

Yasmin grumbled softly hearing Gibon's voice in her head. She was not going to like this aspect of having the implant in the least. Still she paused in the hallway she was in and looked at the next corner realizing she only had one more turn to make before she was at the supply room to pick up the clothing he'd told her she could get.

"I'm near the supply room to pick up the ship suit and shoes you agreed to let me wear in the infirmary," she said speaking out loud, unsure if she could have accessed the implant with just her thoughts.

She was hoping that whatever it was could wait. For her first day aboard ship it had been long and tiring. All she wanted was to get the clothes and get some sleep.

"Was there something else I was supposed to do tonight?" she asked and new her weariness was in her voice. As she passed a window she saw her own face in the glass and paused in startlement. She looked shell-shocked and aweful. Her hair was still damp and hung beside her face in stringy strands and her face itself was pale and drawn, her eyes showing her tiredness with dark circles under them

She hoped he didn't want her to something else tonight...she needed to sleep.

 

[Otto26]

He thought for a moment. 'Might as well let her get those, she'll be in a better mood.'

"Go ahead and get your clothing, Yasmin. But make it quick and then come to my room."

He continued towards his room as he talked, walking into the Spartan space and stripping his clothing off. He punched up the vid of Hebart and Yasmin to assess it's value.

 

[caela]

"Go ahead and get your clothing, Yasmin. But make it quick and then come to my room."

Yasmin sighed but made some sort of affirmative remark and made her way to the supply room. The tech there was kind enough, not giving her grief, though she could seem trying to see through the blanket she had wrapped around her. He even tried to joke about being from a warm place originally himself and understanding her need for the blanket.

Collecting the clothes she managed a tired smile when he told her to get some rest. She wanted to but it seemed her night wasn't done yet. Realizing she didn't know where Gibon's room was she cursed softly. She didn't seen any vid screens in the hallway or doors marked as public areas that she could access one. Not knowing the layout of the rest of the ship she sighed and accessed her implant to speak to Gibon.

"I haven't been to your room before, I don't know where it is from here and there's not an available monitor that I can see. If you'll give me directions I'll be right there."

 

[Otto26]

"Turn right when you leave the supply area and go to the first cross corridor. Cut over to the aft corridor and turn right. Go to alpha section. I'm the third door on the left past the alpha section bulkhead. The door will open for you."

He sat back and replayed the vid of Yasmin and Hebart, thinking hard.

 

[caela]

Yasmin nodded at the directions and repeated them back more for herself than for him. At his verification she quickly made her way to his room. She wasn't quite sure what to expect when she got there, not sure what sort of a mood he was in.

The door did indeed open for her when she reached it and she stepped inside looking around tentatively, suddenly curious about where the man who had bought her lived.

 

[Otto26]

Gibon was shaking his head as Yasmin walked through the door into his room. Her frank interest in his surroundings was as scant as the surroundings themselves. Despite fifteen years of continuous occupancy, the room looked like Gibon could grab a couple of items and walk out to never return. He was sitting, naked, on the single chair in the room and watching, for the third time, the vid of Hebart and Yasmin.

"Are you that stupid or simply that stubborn?" he demanded. Not waiting for an answer he gestured at the screen and continued. "If you'd done what he told you to do, or just screamed a little when he was tormenting you, you'd have had an easier time of it. It would have made the video recording worth a lot more money, too. You may not like your job, but you'll do it well or you'll lose your time in the infirmary, your clothing, and my patience."