Comfort Cargo

[Otto26]

Izumi pulled back, kneeling upright between her legs to slip his shipsuit off his body. His cock sprang free of the material and he wished that Gibon hadn't insisted that Yasmin be restrained; he'd love to have her touch him. She seemed, for a wonder, to be genuinely enthused. It was a new experience for Izumi. For all of the training he and his brother had received, they'd always had to scrape together the money for a brief coupling with women more interested in them being done and gone. He'd never been with a woman who seemed eager for him.

Breathing hard he lowered himself down on Yasmin and then pressed inside her. Her reaction was... very gratifying. Happily he began to move, applying himself to the goal of hearing her cry out in pleasure the way his brother had described. As he did, he saw, for the first time in his life, the sacred feminine made flesh and he was filled with wonder.

 

[caela]

Yasmin groaned when he pulled away from their kiss. Her eyes never leaving him as he kneeled between her thighs to remove his shipsuit. Gods how she wanted to reach out and touch him! Her entire body strained at her bonds with the need of it.

And then he was back over her. When he slid into her body she gasped and arched under him, pressing her hips to him in need. It felt so good! Especially when he got the angle just right and his body pressed against her clit sending frisson's of pleasure through her and making her gasp or cry out softly.

She wanted to wrap herself around him and whimpered when she couldn't, her body writhing under him instead, hips jutting up to meet him, her slick inner walls clenching around him like Ozumi had taught, seeking to bring him as much pleasure as he was bringing her and praying he didn't stop until she had cum.

 

[Otto26]

Izumi moved against Yasmin, part of him noting her reactions, part of him restraining himself. He wanted to bang her with long, hard strokes as he had become accustomed to doing. But he remembered his training and was somewhat ashamed that he had forgotten it, had strayed from the path of his beliefs, led astray by the world around him. He was better than that.

Yasmin had reminded him of that, he realized. Congress with the sacred had led him back to the true path! Tears in his eyes he released his lust, suddenly joyfully certain that it was right to do so, that it was right to do so. His hips rocked against her and his mouth found her neck, ravishing her with kisses. He could feel her gripping his cock, holding him within her, and the scent of her arousal hit him with a physical force.

"My goddess," he growled, and again, and again as he sought their pleasure.

 

[caela]

Yasmin blinked when she saw tears in Izumi's eyes. She didn't understand what they were for and concern glowed behind the dark haze of need in her gaze. It made her want to reach out to him all the more and she whimpered as she strained against her bonds, wanting to be free of them!

Before she could say anything to him however he fell upon her, his lips ravaging her throat while he continued to move inside of her in long sure strokes. He used her body expertly and she could him murmuring softly (almost as if he were praying) as he continued to feast on her neck. She could barely concentrate through the pleasure washing through her veins and soon she cried out, her body arching as release ripped through her making her shudder and whimper under him and her pussy to spasm around him sharply.

 

[Otto26]

Izumi howled in triumph when he heard Yasmin's cry and felt her body shake beneath him. The sound was strangled by his own climax, turning the sound into a convulsive, wordless expression of his pleasure as he shot into Yasmin. He collapsed atop her, barely able to move for a long minute. When he found the ability to move again he fumbled with the restraints at her wrists, releasing her arms. The effort exhausted him and he left her legs for later, contenting himself with lying half on her.

"Thank you," he whispered, "I had not realized I was lost."

 

[caela]

"Thank you," he whispered, "I had not realized I was lost."

Lost? She didn't understand what he meant by that but with her arms free she wrapped them around his shoulders. Lightly stroking his back with her fingertips and letting him just relax without pushing to know what he meant. She could ask later. Right now it seemed to her that he just needed to know he was appreciated and wanted and that she could give him with her quiet acceptance of him.

 

[Otto26]

He lost track of time, content simply to lay there and hold Yasmin. But eventually, reality intruded. He sat up abrubtly and released Yasmin's legs.

"We need to talk," he said. "Gibon wants us, Ozumi and me, to have sex with you. He thinks that you'll learn to enjoy it and be more tractable when it comes time for you to service other customers. We like the idea because, well, we get to have sex with you. But we're going to talk to Gibon because we can't go back to scraping together credits for a few minutes of quick copulation."

He shook his head. "I hadn't realized that we had gotten so lost; that we had betrayed our beliefs. It's important that we have time to worship with you, Yasmin, even if you don't believe as we do. So we're going to have to change the deal a little. We'll pay him, a little, for every session but he's got to give us time."

He looked at her and met her eyes, hiding nothing from her. "We won't deceive you on this, Yasmin. We don't really understand why you fight your owner, but we respect you. Gibon will probably want us to... 'train' you in some ways that you may not prefer. I... I just hope we can remain friends. You're a very powerful avatar of the feminine, Yasmin."

He looked away, nervous and uncertain.

 

[caela]

"We won't deceive you on this, Yasmin. We don't really understand why you fight your owner, but we respect you. Gibon will probably want us to... 'train' you in some ways that you may not prefer. I... I just hope we can remain friends. You're a very powerful avatar of the feminine, Yasmin."

Yasmin reached up, a small smile on her face as she caressed Izumi's cheek gently. She knew he and Ozumi wouldn't hurt her and would see that she enjoyed their attentions. She hadn't even had a glimmering of why that was though until now and thought that he deserved some measure of understanding of her as well.

"I fight him because I wasn't born a slave Izumi. I was born free and to parents that thought slavery was an abomination. I was brought up to believe that humans are chattel to sold and used as if they had no more cognitive ability than a cow.

And I fight him partly because I'm angry at the Fates who put me here. On my planet I would have been completely safe in another six months on my next birthday. When people reach a certain age there they can no longer be made slaves and if a slaver had taken me after my next birthday not only would he have had to release me but would have had to provide monetary compensation for taking me as well.

And I fight because slave or not, I still want what I always wanted. I want my doctors license, I want to have a way to help people and to be of some true worth. Being passed around like some sort of breathing blow-up doll so Gibon can make money isn't what I had in mind."

Sighing softly she realized she'd probably said too much and hoped that Gibon would ignore the conversation when he edited the video.

 

[Otto26]

Izumi frowned. It was all so... foreign to him. More than foreign, it was a different way of thinking. 'Like our religion must be to her,' he realized. Still he didn't have to understand her completely; he liked her and he was grateful for her presence. Even if he didn't understand exactly why she made the choices she made, he could help make her comfortable in her new life.

He bent over and kissed her softly, lingering for a moment. "You may be a slave, Yasmine, but your mind and spirit are still free." A beep from the console grabbed his attention and he sighed. "That's Ozumi reminding me I need to get some sleep before the next shift. Unfortunately he's right. Before I go, would you wear the micro panties, Yasmine? I'd like to see you in those."

He smiled hopefully at her.

 

[caela]

Before I go, would you wear the micro panties, Yasmine? I'd like to see you in those.

Part of her wanted to say no but the hopeful smile on her face, and the simple fact that he'd asked, made her blush and rise from the bed instead. Digging through the drawers on the wall she found what he wanted and felt her cheeks darken even more. There was almost nothing to these!

Not meeting his eyes she slipped the tiny things on and even turned in a small circle for him so he could get the full effect.

"Next time you're here you're going to have to explain the particular appeal of these too," she said with a soft laugh and didn't add that they were damned uncomfortable though she supposed they weren't designed to be worn long so she wouldn't complain.

 

[Otto26]

He laughed and pulled his shipsuit on. "I have to explain that? Look at the video footage and tell me that you don't understand why men would want to see you dressed that way. Probably best if you don't wear that to the infirmary, you'll kill poor Doc."

He gave her quick kiss and headed for the door. "Thank you, Yasmin," he said sincerely.

***

Gibon turned off the video feed. The encounter hadn't gone the way he'd thought it would but, if anything, it had gone better. It was going to be annoying to have to dub new conversation over the stupid religious talk, but that was a minor annoyance at best. And Yasmin had practically been begging for Izumi to fuck her.

"Console, notation for Yasmine conditioning file. Next time the Moscatiellos are with her, they need to have her beg before she's allowed to orgasm," he said. "End notation. Show me the current container file."

 

[caela]

He gave her quick kiss and headed for the door. "Thank you, Yasmin," he said sincerely.

Yasmin smiled as Izumi left and quickly changed out of the panties so she could shower, dress and go to the infirmary. On her way through the ship she noticed the crew watching her and wondered if the skintight didn't work as better advertising than her walking through it naked had. After all they revealed and hid at the same time adding a touch of mystery to her appearance while not really hiding anything.

"Doc!" she called out as she pulled on the shipsuit over the skintight, glad for the added warmth of both layers. "What's on the agenda for today?" she asked when he appeared, a warm smile on her face and her body more relaxed then it had been since her arrival on the ship.

 

[Otto26]

"Killing people," he replied. "Trauma surgery is almost entirely a race against time. Our goal is to stabilize the patient so that we can take our time to do proper repairs. Unfortunately, that's not always possible. Very frequently the trauma is too severe or the facility is hit by more casualties than it can handle. Those circumstances are paticularly prone to occuring aboard a starship. The solution is to cheat."

He tapped the wall and the console began displaying a schematic sequence. "If we control the death, then we can optimize it. Cryogenic suspension, generally referred to as 'meatsicles', is a two stage process. Stage 1 is the most commonly used; complete exsanguination coupled with rapid fluid replacement and fast chilling. This will slow body functions almost completely, brain wave activity will cease, and it will buy several segments, perhaps a couple of shifts, of time. Stage 2 involves stoping the body functions completely with an electrical charge. The difficulty in stage 2 is that sometimes you can't get the body functions to start again."

The schematic finished playing and the console went blank. "This is the fastest way for you to be of real service to me and the ship," he explained. "Therefore it will supercede your general studies. I will not object if you continue your general studies, of course, but learning these trauma protocols are your first priority. You have a segment to study the procedures and then we'll begin simulations."

"You seem happy with your new clothing," he ventured.

 

[caela]

Yasmin nodded and listened as Doc went over the trauma schematics. She'd done a short round of trauma medicine during her ER rotation but nothing like what he was talking about. The cryogenics was going to be entirely new and she was excited to learn it.

"You seem happy with your new clothing," he ventured.

A blush colored her cheeks as her mind flashed back to Izumi and Ozumi and she nodded, "I was more then I expected actually. Only a couple of skintights to wear around the ship but a lot of other...stranger...clothing to wear when Gibon sends crew members to me.

Honestly, I'm just glad not to be freezing all the time. The skintights might be sheer but they're warm," she said with a small smile before turning her attention to the reader he'd given her.

 

[Otto26]

Doc spent most of the segment setting up the simulation and then stood up and turned the dummy on. It screamed.

"Patient," Doc announced and watched as Yasmin went to work.

 

[caela]

Yasmin jumped when the dummy screamed. She'd been aware of the Doc working but only peripherally, mostly she'd been lost in her reader and learning the basics of cryogenic stasis.

"Patient," Doc announced and watched as Yasmin went to work.

Practically leaping from her chair she ran her hands under the sterilizer and snapped on a pair of gloves. Quickly she did a cursory exam of the "patient" discovering all the broken bones and breathing a sigh of relief that there was no internal bleeding (this time). The bones would require extensive repair however and she quickly started hooking the "patient" up for stage 1 cryogenics to buy the time needed to do the repairs thoroughly and properly.

 

[Otto26]

Doc watched Yasmin work, quietly murmuring comments the console would record. He walked over to a closet and pulled out another dummy, tossing it onto the floor where it began to beg for help and squirt blood onto the wall.

"Patient," Doc calmly announced.

 

[caela]

"Patient," Doc calmly announced.

With the first dummy hooked up to the cryogenic table the computer could handle the rest of the work and Yasmin quickly pulled her gloves off, dunked her hands into the sanitizer and pulled on fresh gloves to avoid cross-contaminating the patients. Finding the worst of the bleeding coming from a severed artery cauterized the wound for short term stability and scanned the dummy. Finding no internal injuries again she once more hooked the dummy up for stage 1 cryogenics to give them time to repair the damaged veins and arteries.

 

[Otto26]

"A mixed bag," Doc declared as Yasmin finished with the second 'patient'. "Your technique was excellent, particularly since this cryogenic suspension technique is new to you. You demonstrated a knowledge far in excess of the rudimentary skill I expected with the time I allowed you to study. On the other hand, why did you place the first patient in cryogenic suspension? His injuries, though painful, were not life threatening. In a case such as this a neural block would have isolated the pain and immobilized the patient while leaving him alert for further diagnosis. I suspect you went straight for the suspension because you thought you were being tested exclusively on this procedure. In future, you should bear in mind that all tests are tests of your medical knowledge and skill in general."

He pointed to the second dummy. "Perfectly right with that one. Cauterizing the artery was certainly possible within the time frame and had a not insignificant effect on improving the suspension process. You should have asked the second physician to assist, but I would have said 'no' in any case."

He patted her on the shoulder. "Very good work. Clean up the dummies and return them to their storage compartments and we'll review the procedures until lunchtime."

 

[caela]

"Very good work. Clean up the dummies and return them to their storage compartments and we'll review the procedures until lunchtime."

Yasmin beamed under the compliment and filed away the comments about the first dummy. It felt so good to be learning again! With all Doc was teaching her she wouldn't just have her general practicing certificate but would be able to get a trauma certificate (perhaps specialized for space trauma) as well which would almost double her worth because she could then be sold not just as a general medical practitioner anywhere, but perhaps be sold to a cruise liner as a trauma specialist.

Humming softly to herself not even cleaning up the mess (and what a mess!) could dampen her good mood and she was quickly ready to settle in and review the cases as Doc wanted.

 

[Otto26]

He was glad she wore the shipsuit. In the close quarters of the infirmary it would be entirely too easy to... He slapped the thought down and sought his focus, finding it with the ease of long practice. As she finished the cleaning he pulled up his notes on the procedure.

She joined him at the table when he was done and they went over the process, discussing the types of injuries they were likely to see and the fastest ways to stabilize such patients. She rarely had to be told anything twice, or even to refer to her notes, he observed. They were quickly able to move onto roles. She would be responsible for doing the preliminary assessment of patients, reporting the basics of their status and making a preliminary triage suggestion for general course of treatment. He would review her work and direct her to accomplish specific tasks in support of his work.

'Very cheerful,' he carefully noted. 'Is it because she's happy to be working? That she has her clothing? The Moscatiellos? Does it matter why? If I can keep her productive long enough to get her through her testing she'll have a core confidence around which she can build some stability. That'll be good for her.'

"Enough," he declared. "Go to lunch. I have two routine examinations coming in after lunch. You'll do the examinations and I'll observe."

 

[caela]

"Enough," he declared. "Go to lunch. I have two routine examinations coming in after lunch. You'll do the examinations and I'll observe."

Yasmin bit her lower lip at the order to go to lunch. She could remember all too well the last time she'd gone to the dining hall. The last thing she wanted to do was run into Hebart again. Hearing her stomach rumble however she knew she didn't really have a choice.

Maybe she needed to get ahold of some of those rations Gibon had tried to feed her before. Those she could prepare and eat in the infirmary.

Finally nodding she rose from her seat and flashed Doc a small smile before she stripped out of the ship suit and folded it carefully, tucking it away in an empty drawer before leaving the infirmary and heading for the dining hall.

She was quick to get her food, settle into a quiet, empty, corner and start eating in the hope that she could finish before anyone could bother her.

 

[Otto26]

Bert set his tray down and took a seat. "'Lo there. I'm Bert."

He saw her blank nod and plowed on. "I'm a power-tech on third shift. I just wanted to say hello and tell you how much I enjoy your vids. That one with Ozumi, where you're riding him and you beg him to finish you and then he does... Wow!"

He shook his head in amazement. "That was incredible. We watched that one over and over. We tried to talk Gibon into letting one of us have a decisegment with you, but he says no one gets to use you for a while but the Moscatiellos. It's a pity, but at least they won't be hurting you like Hebart. That was uncalled for," he said bitterly.

"Anyway, you probably want to eat. I just wanted to let you know the third shift power-techs think you're great."

He got up and walked over to another table.

 

[caela]

"I'm a power-tech on third shift. I just wanted to say hello and tell you how much I enjoy your vids. That one with Ozumi, where you're riding him and you beg him to finish you and then he does... Wow!"

A crimson blush colored Yasmin's cheeks and she looked down at her plate as Bert talked. She knew that Gibon sold vids of her with the clients he sent to her but knowing and having some random stranger come up and compliment you on them were two different things! She did managed a grateful smile however when he said that Hebart's actions were uncalled for.

And what was this about only the twins being able to use her for awhile? Gibon hadn't mentioned anything about that to her...she'd have to ask them next time she saw one.

"Anyway, you probably want to eat. I just wanted to let you know the third shift power-techs think you're great."

She watched him start to leave and had just enough presence of mind to call out, "Bert!...Thank you," she said offering him a small, but honest, smile. After all he'd been very nice to her and deserved at least that much.

 

[Otto26]

Doc was laughing at Peks' joke when Yasmin walked into the infirmary.

"Ah, Yasmin. Our first patient is here. Please meet Pilot Officer Peksawara. He's the chief pilot for the ship. Peks, this is Yasmin, my medical assistant."

The muscular pilot stood and offered his hand. "Yes, I've heard about you in your other capacity, though I must confess I haven't actually seen any of your other work. I'm pleased to meet you."