Comfort Cargo

[caela]

"I'm sorry, Yasmin," he replied. "I'm not allowed to take painkillers out of the infirmary unless it's an emergency... You'll have to come here. The doors will open to voice command."

"Shit!" she muttered under her breath. She didn't know if she was allowed to leave the room or not and didn't relish the idea of getting caught out in the halls not only naked but cuffed as well. She'd be totally helpless if she came across someone like Hebart.

Fighting the urge to grind her teeth in frustration she used the implant again, this time to reach Gibon, You hurt me seriously earlier Gibon and I need to go see the Doc. I need these cuff off me so I can get to the infirmary without having to worry about being helpless if someone like Hebart comes around a corner. I don't want to risk someone like him thoughtlessly making the damage worse - or even permanent - and don't want to end up waiting so long Doc can't fix it.

She was clearly unhappy but she kept her tone of voice controlled as she spoke to him. She knew when she said the damage could be permanent he'd see the her value dropping and hoped it would get him to come up and release her, or send someone up with the key to do it.

Cutting off the connection to Gibon she contacted Doc again, Hopefully I'll be there in a few minutes. I just contacted Gibon to come and let me loose so I can come see you. If he won't though will you at least come down and make sure it's just a sprain? Even if you can't bring any meds I'd feel better knowing it's not something serious Doc.

 

[Otto26]

Gibon grumbled and rolled over, trying to avoid the interruption in his sleep, but the console wouldn't let him. True to the instructions he had given it, it continued to replay the message until he acknowledged it.

"Advertising you stupid cunt," he mumbled. "Go to the infirmary, Doc's thumb will open the lock. No one's going to cross the Captain and do anything to you. No pussy's worth pissing him off. Now leave me alone and let me sleep."

He rolled over, trying to get comfortable again, but darkly suspecting it wasn't going to happen.

 

[caela]

"Advertising you stupid cunt," he mumbled. "Go to the infirmary, Doc's thumb will open the lock. No one's going to cross the Captain and do anything to you. No pussy's worth pissing him off. Now leave me alone and let me sleep."

Yasmin snarled at Gibon's response and used her implant to contact him again, this time not sending the message to his console but directly to his own implant just like he'd given her directions the night before.

You're the one that hurt me damnit Gibon! Get your ass down here and let me loose so I can go see Doc properly. You got a ton of advertising earlier no doubt while I was with Ozumi earlier, how much will those vids sell for? If you want more like them get your ass down here!

I'm not getting cold sick on top of being hurt just because you're too lazy to take care of your property and tried to force me to walk around this frigid ship with nothing on my feet!

She added the last just to make it clear that she needed to be let loose before she left the room. She kept trying to make him understand her system was different from his but he wasn't getting it. She didn't ask to be allowed to wear anything (though she had every intention of wearing her ship shoes to keep the worst of the cold from getting too bad) she just wanted her arms free so she wasn't utterly helpless if she ran into someone in the halls.

Considering that Hebart had nearly strangled her and had deliberately sought to get her punished, she didn't think she was being unreasonable.

 

[Otto26]

"Either go to the infirmary or shut up and suffer," Gibon snarled. "If you're too afraid to go anywhere then I'll come by and undo your restraints when I upshift. Console, disable Yasmin's ability to transmit until next shift starts."

'Silly downbelow bitch,' he thought angrily. 'Why don't downbelow schools teach anything useful? They come up here with next to no practical knowledge of even the most basic elements of civilization. Must be the permissive breeding programs, congenital defects being passed along. I wonder if I should just let Hebart go ahead and break her?'

He hit his pillow like it had died owing him money and tried to find a calm thought to help him back to sleep.

 

[caela]

"Either go to the infirmary or shut up and suffer," Gibon snarled. "If you're too afraid to go anywhere then I'll come by and undo your restraints when I upshift. Console, disable Yasmin's ability to transmit until next shift starts."

Yasmin growled savagely as he cut off her ability to transmit entirely. It wouldn't have been so bad if he'd just cut off her connection to her but he'd cut off her connection to Doc as well.

"Bloody bastard!" she growled softly. Trying to move her shoulder she yelped softly and tears of pain sprang into her eyes. 'I'll teach him a lesson,' she thought to herself.

Knowing she couldn't ask the Doc to come to her she finally rose from her bed. She was going to have to get to the infirmary as quickly as possible. As Doc had said the door opened to a voice command and she made her way swiftly through the halls of the ship. By the time she got to the infirmary her teeth were chattering and her body was shivering hard with the chill that had seeped into her bones from wandering on cold metal with no shoes.

"Doc!" she called out, hoping he hadn't given up on her and gone back to bed.

 

[Otto26]

Doc walked out of his office/room when he heard the door to the infirmary open. Yasmin, he saw, was furious and freezing. Her facial expression gave away the first, her hard nipples the second. He pointed to the examination table and, not meeting her gaze, asked her to climb up.

"It hurts to sit," she replied, embarassed and angry.

When he looked puzzled she turned to show him the two welts on her rump.

"Ah," he said. He pressed his thumb to the lock on her manacles and they popped open. He considered tossing them into the disposal unit, but prudence stopped him; Gibon would just charge him to replace them. He set them down on a tray instead.

"Bend over the examination table and I'll take care of those first," he told her. Morbid curiosity mingled with his guilt and the question could not be restrained. "Was it bad?" he asked quietly as he pulled some analgesic paste and growth stimulant from the supplies. Setting them on a tray next to Yasmin, he grabbed the blanket from the foot of the table and threw it over Yasmin's back. He ran his hands under the cleanser before putting on a pair of gloves.

 

[caela]

"Was it bad?"

Yasmin shrugged slightly and hissed at the pain the simple movement cost her. Now that her arms were free it was both shoulders that hurt as tight muscles let her know that being confined for so long was not a desirable trait. The worst was her right however though she was now fairly certain it was just a sprain...she just didn't know how bad it was.

"Not as bad as I actually expected, worse than I would have liked. If it weren't for the shoulder I wouldn't have bothered coming down at this hour," she said through chattering teeth.

The blanket he threw over her helped some but the fact was she was still naked and leaning against cold leather and metal wasn't really conducive to getting warm. Neither was the fact that she was one of those people who positively froze if her extremities got cold. Keep her hands and feet warm and she was all right, let either get cold and the temperature just seemed to seep into her bones.

Glancing at the Doc as he washed his hands she couldn't keep herself from muttering, "Gibon needs to learn to take better care of his property."

Still shivering and trying to keep her teeth from clattering she asked quietly as an idea formed in her mind, "Doc, would you be willing to do me a favor? One that doesn't hurt anyone?"

 

[Otto26]

He squeezed the analgesic paste and the growth stimulant onto the tray and mixed the with a finger. When he was satisfied with the proportions he scooped some up and began to apply it to Yasmin's welts, carefully checking for any breaks in the skin.

'A favor,' he thought. 'Dangerous. As dangerous as these other thoughts, probably more so. But how can I refuse? I can't, of course.'

"What sort of a favor?" he asked quietly as he finished applying the cream and stood up, waiting for her stand so he could examine her shoulder.

 

[caela]

Yasmin shivered as the Doc spread the analgesic cream across the welts on her bottom. The stuff was cold! She'd known it would be but it never ceased to amaze her that with all the technology available to doctors someone had yet to find a way to keep medicinal creams warm without breaking down their active ingredients.

"What sort of a favor?"

Waiting a moment for the cream to take full effect she finally stood upright and wrapped the blanket he'd given her loosely around her body, leaving her shoulders bare so he could examine them.

"It's a lot to ask and I won't be angry or disappointed if you say no," she said quickly wanting him to know that she wouldn't blame him if he didn't do what she wanted. She was going to ask a lot of him. "If you're willing though, I'd like you to tell Gibon I'm cold sick. It's a condition particular to the tropical climes of my planet. Exposed to too much cold we fall ill, shivers, fevers, cold sweats, if it's a particularly nasty bought we can even slide in and out of consciousness and in the worst case scenario hallucinations aren't unheard of.

Most generally though the symptoms are similar to something called the 'flu' that I read used to be a problem on old Earth."

She knew she was asking a lot of him but she truly hoped he'd do it. Not only would it get her a couple of days away from the sexual attention of the crew but it was meant to teach Gibon a lesson on caring for his own property.

"I've tried to explain to Gibon repeatedly that getting cold sick might be a problem with him making me wander around this ship naked, especially without shoes since my feet tend to help regulate my body temperature. Weird I know," she said with a laugh before continuing. "He refuses to listen to anything I say to him about my health and now he's deliberately hurt me and forced me to make my way through a freezing ship without even my shoes (running the risk of permanent damage though he doesn't care) and putting me in a situation that truly could make me ill.

I'd like him to learn to take better care of his property before I'm actually sick or broken in some way you can't fix Doc."

 

[Otto26]

He stripped off his glove and pulled out a remote sensor, zeroing it and then running a calibration. When he was satisfied that it was okay, he ran the scanner over her shoulders one at a time. "Indications are you have some muscle tearing," he informed her. He set the scanner down and began to gently probe the shoulders and carefully move her arms.

"Yes, your diagnosis appears correct. It's just a sprain; some strained ligaments and minor muscle tearing. Hold still and I'll apply some cream for now. We'll get you some willow-worm extract for later."

He ran his hands under the cleanser and then pulled on a fresh pair of gloves so he could begin to apply the cream to Yasmin's shoulder.

"I think I mentioned that there's no such creature as privacy aboard a starship. Every space is subjected to redundant monitoring. Sometimes the data is even sold, there's a market for such material: psychologists, sociologists, entertainment companies, voyeurs. The point being that if I helped you fake an illness it would quickly be discovered. I doubt it would have the effect you're hoping for, anyway."

He started cleaning up the remnants and continued speaking. "If you convinced Gibon that you'd get sick unless you're allowed to wear clothing then he'd just give you something... I don't know, a ship suit that exposes your genitalia. I don't know what his... repugnant mind would come up with, but I do know that when you push him he pushes back, at an angle. Have you tried convincing him? Rather than yelling, I mean. Maybe pull the information from the database and send him a paper. I'll certainly endorse that and give it a medical seal of approval."

He sighed as the last drawer slid shut. "I want to help you, Yasmin. But I don't want to get both of us in trouble on a scheme that's doomed to fail. A scheme that isn't doomed to fail, however..."

 

[caela]

"I want to help you, Yasmin. But I don't want to get both of us in trouble on a scheme that's doomed to fail. A scheme that isn't doomed to fail, however..."

Yasmin nodded slowly. Granted she was disappointed but she also knew he was likely right and that she needed a better idea. Then it came to her...the scanner!

Pushing away from the infirmary bed she found the scanner and pulled up her last scan of herself, as well as the one Doc had taken to confirm her normal bio-signs. Downloading it into the computer she then zero'd out the scanner, re-calibrated it and took a fresh scan. She also had Doc do another scan just so there would be two copies and to confirm her own findings. These she downloaded into the computer (and from there into a reader) and a small smirk curved her lips.

They showed exactly what she expected to find.

Her core temperature had dropped significantly from one scan to another as had her enzyme and electrolyte levels. Reading deeper into the scans also showed that all her normal bodily functions had slowed to a point that was bordering on (though not quite yet) dangerous. She wasn't sick yet...but it was a close thing.

They also showed the tears in her shoulder muscles that were still healing.

Handing the reader to Doc she grinned impishly as she fished a pair of thick infirmary footies out of one of the drawers and pulled them onto her feet.

"Doctor's permission to keep the blanket to get back to my room please?" she asked sweetly knowing that, in light of the scans, he wouldn't take the blanket from her. The scans showed quite clearly how poorly her body reacted to the cold. In a few weeks, perhaps a couple of months she would most likely acclimate to the ship though there were some people from her planet that just never did get used to the cold.

These were proof that she needed something to wear and that she wasn't just whining. She wouldn't ask for a regular shipsuit (Gibon would never go for it) but perhaps a bodystocking of some sort. Something that would keep her covered, and her body warmth against her skin, but that would still make the most of her body and it's curves.

"Thanks Doc!" she said and gave the man a hug from under her blanket before she slipped out and headed back to her room, already planning out sketches that she would show to Gibon for ideas of the sort of thing she had in mind. Lots of insulating materials these days were sheer enough that they would still reveal her body quite clearly while keeping her warm and her mother had taught her enough about sewing that if Gibon just picked up the raw material she could make them herself which would save him on the cost.

Back in her own room she wrapped her own blanket around her still shivering body and sent a silent whisper of thanks to whichever of the brothers had reset the climate controls in her room to a warmer temperature. Writing up her report on her condition, adding in the scans (and a note to tell him to call Doc for confirmation) she also added in her request for clothing and a list of materials that could be used to make them (all relatively cheap, certainly cheaper than the money he would lose if she actually fell ill) and the properties of each. Everything she listed was in terms Gibon would understand...money. The money spent to keep her healthy compared to the money lost if he continued to neglect her very real needs, and she became ill for days, even weeks, at a time.

'He clearly didn't bother doing his homework when he bought a girl from Khistar,' she thought to herself as she transmitted the data through the computer and with an alarm on it that wouldn't sound until the sensors in Gibon's room marked him as awake.

That done she finally curled back up in her small bed, pulled both blankets around her, and drifted back off to sleep.

 

[Otto26]

"I should void her myself," Gibon groused.

"That'd be a waste, mate," Hebart said. "Just give her to me and I'll take care of her for you, you can even keep the vid rights and charge others for the time when I'm not using her."

Gibon considered the idea, but not for long; extra work or not, she was still going to make some decent money for him.

"You'd just get in trouble with the Captain," he told Hebart, cloaking his refusal in concern for a friend. "Besides, she isn't that much trouble yet. Mostly she's frustrating. Okay, her people live on a freakishly hot planet and she can't tolerate proper temperatures. So she needs clothing. She wants to hand fabricate it? Downbelow is supposed to be wealthy," he groused.

"Tell her to toughen up," Hebard suggested.

Gibon sighed. "I checked with Doc, she really is headed for a sick. She needs clothing but, void take it, I don't like the idea."

"Neither do I," Ursula added, drawn to the conversation. "She's a pretty thing."

"Good to look at," another crewman agreed.

"It's not a bad design for the clothing," Gibon allowed.

"Show us, mate," called another man.

Gibon slugged the design from his reader to the console display in the room.

"Tight," Urusla commented.

"How about using that mesh weave from the EVA suits?" suggested a power-tech from the gathering crowd.

"Good stuff, retains body heat and wicks away moisture," another agreed. "And the fabricators can weave that translucent without losing any of the heat retention capabilities. Tight and revealing."

"You could just cut out sections for her tits and cunt," suggested the first man.

"Neg, not for someone working in the infirmary. Good for fuck-wear though," an engineer said.

"What about separate suits then?"

"I'm not paying for separate suits," Gibon objected.

"I'll kick in," the man said. "Like to see her in something exciting."

"Yeah, I'm in," Ursula said. "I'd like to see her in some of those micro-panties the whores wear in the Abelard system. Little patch that mostly covers the cunt and three pieces of string," she demonstrated with hand gestures.

"She's got pubes," the power-tech protested.

"Not if you pay Gibon enough," the engineer pointed out.

Gibon, sensing money to be made, stood up. "Listen, mates. These are good points and I want to be fair. Decicredit a vote, who wants Yasmin's cunt shorn?"

A profitable two decisegments later, Gibon had a packet of designs that he took to the quartermaster for fabrication. Shortly thereafter, he opened the door to Yasmin's room and walked in, tossing the bundles on top of Yasmin's sleeping form.

"Clothing," he announced. "Console, record video and audio to file clothing rules. These are the rules about clothing, Yasmin. When you are in the infirmary you may wear a shipsuit. Not when you're working, not when you're on your way to the infirmary, not when you're running an errand for Doc. When you are out of your room at other times you wear the skintights and slippers. When you are in your room you wear the lingerie or nothing. I've talked to the Captain and you can set your room temperature however you like. When you're sexing, you wear whatever the customer wants from your room to their room and back. If you're cold during that time, I don't care. Oh, and the crew voted to remove your pubes. The depilatory cream is in that tube there. Any questions?"

 

[caela]

Oh, and the crew voted to remove your pubes. The depilatory cream is in that tube there. Any questions?

Yasmin stared between Gibon and the rather large bundle that had been dumped on her. When she'd requested clothes she'd expected to receive a small pile of material and to have to make them herself. Certainly not enough for all of what must be there now. She didn't know why he'd given her so much but she had no doubt that he'd profitted off it.

It was then that she realized he'd said the crew had voted to remove her pubes. No doubt they had also paid for most of what was in the bundle. At least it was something and his rules weren't exactly terrible though she didn't like them either.

She looked at the tube of depilatory cream with some trepidation however. She'd had the hair on her legs and under her arms lasered off when she hit puberty but her pubic hair? Why would anyone want that removed? It made no real sense to her but she wasn't going to request it be lasered instead. If she ever got off this hunk of tin she was going to want to grow it back.

"No questions, just a thought. You intend to sell vids from when I'm with a client so would a vid of a client removing the hair for me sell? Quite honestly I have no practical experience with this stuff and would appreciate the help the first time I use it. I'd really like to avoid a chemical burn. Once I know how properly (and not just the basic idea) I could do it myself."

Most of what she said was true. She wasn't sure how to use the cream absolutely safely but she also hoped that he'd remember how she'd reacted when he sent Ozumi to her knowing that if he sent him again that Ozumi would find a way to make the embarrassment of the procedure pleasurable...or would at least distract her by talking to her like she was human and not just some pet.

 

[Otto26]

Gibon struggled with his decision. Estimates of potential profits flashed within his mind's eye as he considered what he would do. On the one hand, the crew had been willing to pay to vote on whether or not Yasmin could keep her pubic fur. Auctioning off the right to be the person who actually removed the hair... But would the short term gain create a longer term loss? Buying an untrained slave had been a mistake and he needed to get Yasmin accustomed to her work. In the long run, that was more important than a quick few credits. Even a quick few hundred credits.

Should he do it himself? 'No,' he decided. He enjoyed Yasmin, but shearing her was going to be too much like work to be fun. Better to let one of the Moscatiellos do it and get Yasmin comfortable and get some good video. Once she got accustomed to them... Besides, he was certain he could use her relationship with the Moscatiellos to manipulate them, and her.

"That's a good idea," he said. "I'll send whichever of them is off-shift. You can play it up a little, have him tie you to the bed. While you're waiting for him you can do your masturbation. After, when you're cleaned up, you can go to the infirmary. I'll want to see you at the end of shift in my quarters," he added as he turned and walked out of the room.

***

Izumi blinked twice and then took stock of his immediate surroundings before answering the call.

"Izumi," he said.

"This is Gibon, did Ozumi talk to you about the deal we made?"

"Cert."

"Good. I want you to tie Yasmin to her bed and get rid of her pubic hair. You can play with her a little if you like, but only if you get moving now."

Izumi had already rolled out of his hammock and was jogging towards the doorway. "On my way," he replied.

 

[caela]

While you're waiting for him you can do your masturbation. After, when you're cleaned up, you can go to the infirmary. I'll want to see you at the end of shift in my quarters,

Yasmin sighed as Gibon left the room. At least she wouldn't have to wander around the ship completely naked anymore. Opening the bundle the first thing she looked for was the skintights. One was black and totally sheer but would cover her completely, the other was a bit darker but had strategic cutouts. Looking at them it was clear to her which one she'd be wearing around the ship. The slippers weren't back though. She'd be able to slip them on easily enough even if he left her hands bound again and they looked to be thick enough to keep her feet from freezing.

Everything else in the bundle looked like it had come from a fetish shop. It was clear there hadn't been much choice in material because it was all either black or white but still some of it made her chuckle. Really, who among the crew had wanted her dressed up in some space equivalent of a maid's uniform? Rising from her bed she put everything but the sheer skintight and slipper into the drawers against one wall.

What she really wanted to do was just to go back to sleep but Gibon was sending someone to her and wanted her masturbation video first as well. Ah well...so much for sleep.

Stretching back out on her bed she closed her eyes and a small smile curved her lips as her mind turned to the time she'd spent with Ozumi so recently and the pleasure he'd given her. This time she didn't use any of the toys Gibon had left her but let her hands roam her body. The fingers of one hand plucking and twisting at her nipples while the other delved between her thighs until she was writhing and groaning on her bed and at last collapsed in a breathless heap with that same small smile curving her lips.

 

[Otto26]

Izumi buzzed the door to Yasmin's room and waited.

"It's Izumi, Yasmin. Gibon sent me."

 

[caela]

"It's Izumi, Yasmin. Gibon sent me."

Yasmin smiled when Izumi actually buzzed the door. She knew she couldn't lock it (she'd tried) so he realistically could have just walked in but had done her the courtesy of buzzing. Was it any wonder she liked him and his brother?

"Come in Izumi," she called and smiled a friendly smile when he walked in. She couldn't help but to compare him to his brother and wonder if he would treat her as well as Ozumi had or if he would be as abrupt as the rest of the crew seemed.

Once he was inside she grinned impishly and tossed him the tube Gibon had left her with, "I believe Gibon wants you to help me with this. I've never used the stuff and don't want to get a chemical burn my first time out."

 

[Otto26]

Izumi caught the tube and looked at it. "Oh, the depilatory. We couldn't afford to vote for that and the micro-panties, so we voted for the micro-panties. You'll look really sexy in those. I'm glad I get to help you with this," he said as he tapped on the console screen, searching the archives for instructional material. "Ozumi wouldn't shut up about the time he got to spend with you, the bastard."

An instructional video showing how to use the cream began to play on the console.

"Here we go," Ozumi said. "Uhm, Gibon said I was supposed to tie you to the bed, Yasmin. Why don't you lie down and I'll tie you up while we watch this."

 

[caela]

"Ozumi wouldn't shut up about the time he got to spend with you, the bastard."

Yasmin laughed at the good natured grumbling on Izumi's part but she also blushed remembering the time she'd spent with his brother. Part of her was actually eager to find out how they would differ from each other.

"Uhm, Gibon said I was supposed to tie you to the bed, Yasmin. Why don't you lie down and I'll tie you up while we watch this."

She shook her head and chuckled again as he pulled up an instructional video. She hoped he was just refreshing his memory, part of her asking Gibon to send her help was that she didn't know how to use the stuff and ensure she didn't burn herself with it. Hopefully Izumi would have a better idea once he reviewed the material.

"He mentioned that to me too. Why that is so interesting I don't know but we'd better do it or neither of us will hear the end of it," she said good naturedly.

Lying back on her bed she raised her hands above her head so that he could bind them in place like Gibon wanted.

 

[Otto26]

He looked around the room for cord and spotted the bag. Walking over and squatting down, he began to rummage through it. "Wow. Gibon really burned some credits with the fabricators. I haven't seen half of these things since school. Oh, here we go."

He pulled some cord and two pairs of cuffs out of the bag. Walking over to the bed he carefully placed the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and then began to secure them to the attachment points at the corners of her bed. When he was done, he stood up and regarded her.

"Yasmin, do you really mean you don't understand why men would want to see you tied up?" he asked.

 

[caela]

"Yasmin, do you really mean you don't understand why men would want to see you tied up?" he asked.

She blushed at the question but nodded her head slowly, "Yes I mean it. Like I told your brother, my experience with sex before I came aboard this ship was nothing."

Tugging at the cuffs holding her spread out on her bed she looked up at Izumi quizzically, clearly not seeing the appeal, "Explain to me why men like this. It seems so very limiting."

 

[Otto26]

"Gibon's not going to like this," Izumi chuckled. "Console, show video feeds from this location."

He walked over to the console and selected the feed he wanted. "Console, display this feed, full wall."

The wall was suddenly covered by an image of Yasmin on the bed. Izumi walked back to the bed and sat down where he wasn't blocking Yasmin's view of the wall or the camera's view of Yasmin. "Look at yourself, Yasmin. Surely you must see how very desireable you are. Tied as you are, the lines of your body are accentuated."

He ran his fingertips down her arms, brushing past her breast, over her belly and down the top of her thigh. "We are taught," he said quietly, "that every woman is an avatar of the feminine. No woman, of course, can be a perfect representation, but each can channel aspects. Men see this and desire it, for that is in the masculine nature. But men do not understand it, are physically incapable of understanding it, and so we fear it. When we restrain you, we allay our fears and can more fully feel our desire. That's what we believe," he said, his hand tracing along the countours of Yasmin.

"Since we left the creche I've seen this many times, albeit in a corrupted form. Men who do not believe as we do forget the balance that must be found; they go to far in their fear and it drives them to violence of the heart and body."

He opened the tube of cream and, placing some on a fingertip, began to apply it to Yasmin's pubis. His fingers circled on the soft skin as he continued speaking.

"Properly, sex should be worship of the divine, a mingling of the masculine and feminine. That's why I'm so jealous of Ozumi and the time he had with you. We've never had time to really worship, or someone who was interested in worshipping with us. Sometimes I wish we had been selected to be pleasure technicians, but it's unlikely we would have found someone insystem to buy our contracts. And I don't think life as an outsytem pleasure tech would be any better than life as an environmental tech."

He checked to see if he'd covered all the hair between Yasmin's thighs and then put the tube away. "That needs to sit for a few centisegments and then I'll wash it off. It should tingle a little, but not painfully. Are you okay?"

 

[caela]

Look at yourself, Yasmin...

She did as she was told and stared at the wall as the computer projected an image of herself, arms over her head, legs spread to the corners of the bed, all bound in place. She listened as Izumi talked, her body trembling under his hands, while still staring at the wall. He was right. It did accentuate her curves and gave her a helpless look that even she could see the appeal in from a masculine point of view.

What she was really watching though was Izumi, she watched his hands traveling over her body and the way her body responded to his touch. He was gentle and knowing (well more knowing that her anyway) and her flesh warmed and flushed under his hands.

She wanted him.

His talk of sex being worship made her smile softly. How she wished it could be! Only with Ozumi had she felt anything other than a need to just get the whole procedure done with. It was pleasant to think that it could be more than that...that it could be a form of worship and prayer.

"That needs to sit for a few centisegments and then I'll wash it off. It should tingle a little, but not painfully. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said softly, her voice low and quivering slightly with the need his touch had brought her. "It doesn't hurt in the least."

Looking up at him she wished she could reach out for him, she wanted to touch him! Wanted to draw him down to her lips and feel his hands on her body once more but all she could do was lie on her bed, a small whimpering in her throat as her body squirmed slightly in her bonds.

 

[Otto26]

Izumi bent over and gave Yasmin a little kiss, brushing his lips lightly across hers.

"I'll get a washcloth," he said and rose to walk over to the shower area. Opening the supply panel he pulled out a washcloth and ran it under the hot water before wringing most of the water from it. Walking back he lay it between Yasmin's thighs and gently wiped the cream, and her hair, away. Folding the cloth, he wiped again, ensuring that every last trace of the cream was gone.

"That worked nicely," he said as he admired her newly shorn, and just slightly pink, skin. "See?" he asked, nodding at the console as he deposited the washcloth into the recycle compartment. Walking back he sat down next to her and leaned over to brush his lips against her sex.

"Like a beautiful flower," he murmured. Slowly, he kissed his way up her body until his lips again found hers. She raised her head to meet him, but he pulled back and kept his distance, less that a finger breadth between them. "Helpless, unthreatening, vulnerable, attractive," he declared. "Do you wonder what I might do to you, Yasmin? What I could do? Does your heart pound with uncertainty and hope? Do you see the uncontrollable desire in my eyes? Are you ensnared? Or are you the snare?"

His chest thumping hard enough to shake his whole body, he leaned in and kissed her, tongue thrusting inside to taste her, his eyes fixed upon hers.

 

[caela]

Yasmin watched as Izumi washed the cream, and her pubic hair, from her body until she was left smooth and bared to him. Her body shivered when that protective hair was gone and flesh that hadn't been bare in years was suddenly free to the kiss of the air once more. It was an odd feeling, both strange and erotic at the same time. The freshly bared skin highly sensitive and making her whimper softly and look to Izumi with eyes that were dark with her own burgeoning need. When his lips actually brushed that tender flesh she cried out softly, the shock of it like nothing she'd ever felt before.

What Ozumi had done the day before had felt wonderful but this...this felt amazing and he'd barely touched her!

His kisses started moving up her body and she whimpered softly in frustration. If everything felt as good as that kiss to her sex had she suspected that she wasn't going to mind being shorn. At least she wouldn't mind with the Moscatiello twins.

Are you ensnared? Or are you the snare?

"Both," she whispered so softly that the cameras couldn't pick it up and only Izumi could hear, just before his lips claimed her own. Her lips opened to his tongue and her body arched in her bonds, pressing against him in a silent plea.