"We do what we must" (closed)

[MarieDavisRPs]

"We do what we must"

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The sharp, quick whistle from Emily Engles caused the man slumbering beyond the detention center's invisible security barrier to flinch, then slowly roll on his rack to blink the sleep from his eyes and take in the view. His reaction was nothing new to her; she was a beautiful, sexy thing, and the outfit she wore today only magnified the appearance that Mother Nature and good genes had provided her.

Out here in the deep depths of the space, Emily was simply one of a kind. The ratio of men to women working out here in The Void was perhaps 20 to 1, and that included the women working brothels spread about space station and planetary systems. The ratio of men to attractive women with whom the latter yearned to have sex was probably 10 times that.

Emily Engles was 5'4" before including the four-inch heels she commonly wore, with measurements of 34C-22-36. Her skin was flawless, almost China Doll perfect, with her naturally light brunette hair genetically altered to blonde; she typically wore that nearly waist-length hair balled up on the back of her head, but for special occasions wore it down in any number of fashionable styles. Her eyes were a mesmerizing, deep blue that sparkled in all forms of light, and her smile was one of dental perfection.

But Emily Engles was more than just a beautiful body. She had an IQ of 142; she'd graduated each level of Education years earlier than those her own age and -- even before her 24th birthday (Earth Normal), which was 20 days away from today -- had been awarded two bachelor's degrees and two masters. She could have continued her education with a PhD but instead chose to spend her time living life rather than studying and researching. To her, those pieces of paper were just that and nother more: pieces of paper.

In addition to those degrees, Emily was a master of hand-to-hand combat; she had experience in both competition and two real-world self-defense situations, one of which had resulted in one attacker killed and a second permanently damaged. She was skilled at driving high speed terrestrial vehicles, wheeled and otherwise; she could fly both atmospheric aircraft and spaceborne vessels of varying types; she'd climbed tall mountains, dove deep seas, and braved volcanic eruptions, and much more on more than a dozen planetary bodies.

She was able to accomplish all of this in part due to who she was: the beloved granddaughter of Martin Engles, the CEO and majority stockholder in the Engles-Crighton Consortium. ECC was the largest, most powerful, and most widely dispersed corporation in the Quadrant, with more than 4,000 interstellar spacecraft flying about between its more than 300 planetary locations at any one time.

Emily's intelligence, experience, skills, and courage, combined with the nepotism of her grandfather, allowed her to go just about anywhere and do anything whenever the urge came to her. Today, that urge brought her to the Detention Center of Station Hulur Bravo -- in orbit of the 2nd moon of the planet that bore the name -- to begin her latest adventure. And it all began with the man on the other side of the invisible, deck-to-overhead barrier.

"I've been told that you are in a bit of a spot, Captain," she said as she began a slow, deliberate walk closer to the line on the floor indicating the presence of the security field separating them. "Your ship is in need of repairs, replenishing, and refueling, something for which you cannot pay. And that doesn't even begin to include the docking fees and fines for landing without permits and clearance."

The Detention Center Officer again cautioned Emily about the barrier, a warning she neither needed nor paid heed, stopping just two inches short of it. Without looking to the Officer, she said, "I'd like a moment alone with your detainee, please."

The Officer began, "Oh, I'm sorry, Miss, but..."

He went silent, though, as Emily head turned to give him a hard stare. He knew who she was, of course, and practically bowed to her as he responded before departing, "Of course, Miss."

Once alone with the detainee, Emily smiled again, then finished, "I have a proposition for you. I will pay your fines and fees, get you released from detention, get your ship prepped for travel, and ... pay you 700,000 credits, half now, half later, if you will take me and my cargo to Rostoff IV..."

She paused, lifted a fingertip slowly to her lips, then added, "...and no questions asked."

Emily couldn't know exactly what the man was thinking but assumed it was somewhere between Holy fuck, are you kidding? That's a fortune! or This is too be good to be true, so, what's the catch? Emily had investigated the man, his ship, and his situation; she knew that 700,000 Consortium Credits was fairly close to the current resale value of his decrepit ship, before adding in the cost of the currently needed repairs, the cost of replenishment the ship's stores for the upcoming adventure, and the cost of the overdue parking fees and fines, the latter levied by Hulur Bravo for the ship's numerous violations.

Emily could buy the service of a more professionally acceptable and legitimate captain with a newer, more dependable ship for less than what she was offering this man, of course. But it wasn't just interstellar transport for which Emily was paying; she was paying for discretion. This was something in which she was confident she could get from this man.

"So," she continued, glancing off to the control panel that would drop the field and let him get out, not just out of the cell but out of his predicament, "Do I call the guard back in, or...?"

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OOC: I hope you won't let the slavery that is soon mentioned dissuade you from reading our story. The slavery in our story is more akin to voluntary indentured servitude; and there is a twist regarding that voluntary indentured servitude that you won't see coming. Sorry, if I said more, I'd spoil the twist.

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Harmon Davis flinched at the unexpected whistle, then slowly rolled. He blinked to clear his eyes, then sat up quickly in disbelief at what he was seeing. She was incredible.

"I've been told that you are in a bit of a spot, Captain," the goddess began as Harmon stood and ambled toward the line on the floor. She spoke of his financial difficulties, then told the guard, "I'd like a moment alone with your detainee, please."

After the other man was gone, the woman continued, "I have a proposition for you..."

Her offer was incredible, and by incredible, he was thinking without credibility. Harmon couldn't help but smile and shake his head silently. He didn't know what this bullshit offer was about, until she got to the part about the destination, Rostoff IV, and finished, "...and no questions asked."

Harmon knew that the cargo would be slaves, men for the mines and women for the beds of the Freemen who supervised the male slaves. Most people wanted to believe that in this day and age, slavery was only a scary story used to keep naughty children in line. But Harmon knew better.

"So ... Do I call the guard back in, or...?"

"A million Credits," Harmon said firmly. He was confident that even though her offer was large, she would offer more if pressed, mostly because of the whole no questions asked portion. He continued boldly, "And regarding the replenishment, I get to make the grocery list. I have a ... delicate palate."

Harmon let his eyes take a long, slow ogle up and down the woman's body before smirking devilishly and finishing, "I'm quite the chef, which you probably already know if you've seen my personal file." He doubted that the women would have come to him without having seen his file, and even though he didn't know who she was, Harmon had little doubt that she had the ability to ask for and receive a digital copy of his history. He finished, "I'd be more than willing to cook a fine dinner for you, baby."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

"A million Credits," Harmon negotiated, adding "And I get to make the grocery list. And regarding the replenishment, I get to make the grocery list. I have a ... delicate palate."

Emily wasn't surprised by Harmon's counteroffer: although she'd offered him more than any other job would ever pay him, possibly in his entire lifetime, Emily did in fact have some wiggle room on the offer, just as Harmon had expected.

When he spoke about making a fine dinner for her, her lips spread in a wide smile. "I accept ... both the increase in credits ... and the offer of a fine meal."

Emily reached to her left ear and removed one of three earrings piercing the lobe. It wasn't the most expensive of the decorations, but it certainly wasn't costume jewelry either. Despite its value, Emily tossed it out before her toward the invisible barrier. The earring nearly disappeared in a powerful, sharp, short flash of energy, the metal portion of it disintegrating while the quarter carat diamond ricocheted away to land and dance across the Center's floor. A loud alarm brought the panicked guard back inside, his gun pulled.

Emily casually waved away any concern, then turned back to the detained man, telling him, "If you ever call me baby again, I won't be looking to replace an earring ... I'll be looking to replace a pilot for your ship."

Emily gave Harmon an opportunity to respond if he wished, backed up, turned, and strode for the center's door. She told the guard, "Your detainee's bail and fines have already been paid. Please let him out."

No sooner had Emily left then two brawny men walked in: they had bodyguard written all over their hard expressions, muscular bodies, and almost identical suits, neither of which was designed to hide the weapons bulges under their armpits.

They were there to escort Harmon back to his ship without getting lost. It was, of course, unnecessary: Harmon needed this job more than Emily needed him to take it. But Emily wanted to impress upon the man how his life would unfold over the days to come.

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Responding to his counteroffer, Emily told Harmon, "I accept ... both the increase in credits ... and the offer of a fine meal."

He smiled wider, thinking he might actually have a chance at bedding this beauty. He'd soon learn that was unlikely. In the meantime, she startled the fuck out of Harmon by tossing an earring into the invisible security shield. The metal parts vaporized in a frightening flash that sent Harmon leaping a step back, exclaiming, "Fuck almighty!"

"Your detainee's bail and fines have already been paid," Emily told the guard as she departed. "Please let him out."

"What the hell?" Harmon called out before laughing. She"d been so confident in his taking the deal that she'd already taken the first steps. He called as she disappeared out the door, "I look forward to working for you, boss!"

He wondered what he'd gotten himself into as the two big men escorted Harmon back to his ship. Once there, he found work crews already deep into repairing damage suffered during his last job; he'd been smuggling goods through a debris field that was unpatrolled by the Consortium's policing ships, and as good a pilot as he was, he'd taken three hits that had destroyed his primary communications dish and breached the hull, causing decompression in several compartments.

The two bodyguards, who Harmon had taken to calling Frick and Frack, took turns watching over Harmon as he worked. He spent most of his time supervising the various repair crews his new employer had hired. He spent some of that time chatting quietly with the only other permanent crew member of the ship, Taylor, who was probably the most skilled mechanic Harmon had ever known. They didn't chat about the ship or the repairs to it but instead about the woman who'd hired him and what Harmon had gotten himself and Taylor into.

The combination of the no questions asked stipulation and the destination had Harmon convinced that he would be transporting slaves. He comforted himself by telling himself that maybe they were only indentured servants, not outright slaves. Many people earned passage to new destinations by contracting themselves out for a period of years. Harmon could only hope that the reality was close to that.

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Eight days later:

Harmon awoke with a start to a hard, loud rapping sound upon his compartment's door. It opened before he had a chance to say come in, hold on, or fuck off! He rolled toward the entrance, finding Frick staring at him. "Get up, get dressed, and get to the bridge. Miss Engles is aboard and wants to leave ... now!"

Frick departed, leaving Harmon to mumble to himself, "It's about time."

The last of the repairs and delivery of replenishment supplies had been completed three days ago, and Harmon had expected them to depart immediately. And yet, every time he asked for a departure time, either Frick or Frack or both only told him, "Soon." Harmon hadn't seen Emily since the Detention Center, and if it wasn't for the fact that her money continued to be poured into the repairs of the ship, he might have thought she'd changed her mind.

"When's the cargo gonna be loaded?" Harmon asked. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of the expected human cargo.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Frick and Frack.

The names of the two bodyguards were Robert and Victor Durrow; they were paternal cousins. Emily had taken to using Harmon's nicknames for them, though, after they'd disappointed her by becoming involved in a deadly encounter at a Hular Bravo spaceport bar. Emily neither knew nor cared which one of the men had done what to whom, but the Authorities had had to address the fight after one man had been left dead and another left crippled.

Emily had reluctantly reached out to her grandfather to fix the situation when she herself hadn't been able to do so. The two men had been given a choice by Emily: go without her and her grandfather's influence and spend the rest of their lives performing hard labor in a mine on some asteroid; or accept her assistance and work at one-third wages until they'd compensated Emily's Grandfather.

Ironically, her grandfather wasn't holding Emily responsible for the Credits he'd expended; he'd transferred the money to her account and simply warned, "Get control of your people, honey." She didn't see any reason to tell Frick and Frank that the Credits would simply stay in her own hands. It was a lesson to be learned as far as she was concerned.

Emily was on the bridge waiting impatiently when Harmon finally arrived. She'd traded in the latex and leather outfit for something a bit softer and less flashy. It was far more comfortable and yet still managed to highlight her wonderful curves like a second skin. She noted the man's up and down viewing of the new-to-him wardrobe and smiled.

"I should probably make something clear to you before we get underway, Mister Davis," Emily said as he entered. "You will never touch me ... ever. I'm sure you've fantasied plenty about how I would out of my clothes and, further, about how it would feel to have your big, throbbing cock wrapped by my tight, young pussy..."

She hesitated just a moment to let her crude description sink in, then continued, "...but you will never see me out of my clothes, let alone fuck me."

She peeked over her shoulder toward Frack, who had remained near her while Frick was off talking to the Dock Master about getting underway; Victor knew what the glance meant, causing him to stiffen to height, looking even more intimidating than normal. Emily looked back to Harmon and -- probably unnecessarily -- clarified, "My boys will tear you limb from limb if ever you lay your hands upon me without permission, direction, and or demand. Do we have an understanding?"

Emily didn't wait for Harmon to respond, instead turning and heading for the Bridge's exit. She informed him of that which he couldn't have known as it had happened in the middle of the night while both he and his man Taylor had been sleeping: "The cargo has been loaded, so we're ready to go. Clear our departure with the Dock Master. I want to be off this rock in ten minutes."

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Harmon entered the bridge, finding his new employer waiting with a harsh glare. He looked her up and down, smirking yet again. (He seemed to do that each and every time he saw her, he was realizing.) Her outfit was less dramatic and yet still showed off her womanly features in a way that had Harmon's cock hardening yet again.

She noticed his ogle and very succinctly warned him off regarding his desires to hit that thang. Frack's rising to full height was simply terrifying, even to Harmon who himself was 6'4" and 210 pounds of muscle and brawn.

Emily turned, heading away and surprising Harmon with, "The cargo has been loaded, so we're ready to go. Clear our departure with the Dock Master. I want to be off this rock in ten minutes."

Despite the fear of Frick and Frack tearing him into little pieces, Harmon couldn't help but remind Emily of the stipulation she'd given for him fucking her. He called out to her as she headed away down the passageway, "So, permission, direction, or demand makes it a possibility, though ... right?"

She didn't respond, not that Harmon had expected it. Frick's only reaction was to give him another of his harsh glares before he, too, departed the bridge. Harmon laughed to himself, then activated the radio and called into it, "Taylor! Get this bucket ready to get into the air!"

Harmon cleared their departure with the Dock Master, and 10 minutes later, as instructed, the freighter's vertical takeoff rockets fired, lifting it away from Hulur Bravo. Another 35 minutes later, after having gradually traded vertical lift for forward, horizontal travel, the RAMjet propulsion system had separated enough hydrogen and oxygen for the rockets to shoot them up through and beyond the planet's upper atmosphere.

It would be another two hours before anyone could get up and move about the ship. The high G-force from acceleration to and beyond light speed kept everyone in their seats. Well, everyone who had a seat, that was. Harmon thought about the cargo he wasn't supposed to ask any questions about. Even though he had played no part in preparing that particular cargo bay for them, he had spied on the work just enough to know that thin mattresses and bedding had been provided but not much more than that. There had been a portable shit box, some barrels of water, and several cases of standard rations packs, too. It was enough to keep the cargo alive and healthy but not much more than that, unless there had been more provided to them that Harmon had missed.

Eventually, the ship reached its cruising speed, the G-forces diminishing to zero. Movement around the ship was now safely possibly. Of course, there was no gravity, so... Harmon announced, "Activating arti-grav' now, people." He tapped some controls, and over the next few seconds, the Zero G was slowly replaced by .8 G's. Playfully, Harmon announced his version of a 20th century airliner notices for passengers, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain announcing that it is now safe to roam about the cabin. We are at cruising speed. Next stop, Rostoff IV."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

"So, permission, direction, or demand is still a possibility, though," the pilot called as his employer headed aft from the bridge.

Emily couldn't help but smile at the man's pie-in-the-sky, wishful thinking. Actually, to be totally honest, Emily was attracted to Harmon. He was ruggedly handsome, tall, and well built. Under other circumstances, she could easily see herself filling the transit time by riding his cock to a multitude of satisfying and stress relieving orgasms.

But she had a rule about sleeping with the help, and that's all Harmon was: like Frick and Frack, he was nothing more than the help. Emily knew, of course, that she would need some sexual release before this God-awful long transit was over. It was such a shame she didn't have access to any number of slaves with whom she could discover some degree of carnal delight. Oh wait, she thought, smiling, I do!

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It seemed an eternity before the ship's acceleration ceased and the captain activated the artificial gravity, allowing Emily to proceed to the storage bay in which the cargo was stored. Frick had ridden out the departure and acceleration to FTLS inside the bay, keeping an eye on the cargo; Frack had posted outside Emily's compartment during that period, ready to provide protection if the need had arisen.

After entering her personal code at the door and leaning forward for an iris scan, Emily stepped back to let Frick pull the door open. Inside, she scanned the hold's occupants, asking Frack with a feigned tone of concern, "Everyone comfortable?"

The man only nodded; neither he nor his cousin spoke much, which was perfectly fine with Emily. She ambled through the center of the compartment, looking left, right, and left again at the males and females chained by one ankle to the bulkheads. Emily picked up on the odor of puke, piss, and feces; not everyone handed the transit from planet to the void as well as others did. The sedatives given to the cargo to make them easier to handle hadn't helped them in controlling their bodily functions. Emily wondered if perhaps that had been a mistake.

In all, there were 39 people -- 26 females and 13 males -- chained along the bulkheads of the compartment. The women ranged from 14 and 32 Earth Standard years. The majority of the females aged 18 and older were heading for the sex slave market; if their looks didn't get them sold for that service, they would find themselves in domestic servitude or lightweight labor jobs. The 13 men ranged between 15 to 44. Most of them were heading for physically demanding jobs, some of which had working lifespans of only a handful of years.

Or ... at least ... that was the story Emily had presented to those who were participating in this business venture. The truth of this venture to Rostoff IV was far different than what anyone else knew.

"Okay, listen up!" Emily called out after she'd taken a couple of minutes to inspect the cargo. "We are going to unshackle you now. You are free to move about the compartment, but...!" She glared about at the people with a harsh expression. "...if you cause any trouble ... for me ... or for anyone else in this room ... there will be consequences." Emily gestured an extended fingertip toward Frick, then Frack, and explained, "One of my men will be posted outside the compartment ... and if anyone does anything he thinks I wouldn't like, he will begin venting the air out of the room until you stop whatever the fuck it is that you're doing."

She turned fully around, taking in every face, asking, "Does everyone understand?"

Emily got a mix of reactions, from nothing at all to slight smiles and thanks. She headed to the open door and tapped a control on the wrist band she wore on her left arm. With a single tone, all of the ankle shackles unlocked at once. Some people immediately pulled their ankles free, while others were more cautious.

She explained that they had water, soap, towels, and more with which to clear up, as well as food and water to fill their bellies. Emily pointed to a pair of crates, explaining what other resources they had available to them: extra clothing and blankets, first aid kits, and even playing cards to keep them entertained.

"If everyone cooperates," Emily told them, "there will be more benefits bestowed on you over the hours and days to come."

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Robert Durrow, aka Frick, immediately stood at the sound of his employer at the other side of the compartment's door. He called to the slaves to be silent and settle down, then stepped over closer to his side of the door and waited for Emily's entrance.

He and his cousin, Victor -- aka Frack -- were still very much in the dog pen with their employer after the incident at the docking port bar. He hadn't shown so much respect for another human being since his days in the Consortium's Militia. This job, even at 1/3 wages for the next several months was still better than anything else he might be able to find out here deep in the Void.

Emily entered, asking, "Everyone comfortable?"

He didn't really know how to answer that question. For the two or three or ten hours of acceleration, however fucking long it had actually been, had been uncomfortable for him. He'd been buckled into a chair bolted to the bulkhead near the door for the duration. He'd almost yearned to be laying on one of the thin pads provided for the slaves.

He only nodded to Emily. He stayed neared the door while she examined the storage bay and its human cargo. Victor moved close to him, whispering, "All good?"

"I'm stiff, I'm achy, I'm anxious," Robert whispered back. He'd never liked the acceleration to or deceleration from light speed, even when sitting in a comfortable, padded flight chair. Catching his cousin's eye, he nodded to one of the more beautiful women shackled to the bulkhead. He shared his thoughts, "I'm horny."

"Hands to yourself," Victor warned him. It was all he had to say for Robert to grimace. They both knew that availing themselves of Emily's possessions, even if they were destined for sexual slavery, was a good way to get a bullet or bolt to the brain.

Robert leaned slightly toward his paternal cousin and elbowed him. He nodded Robert's attention to another slave, one who attracted him: a young, slight male. Victor's yearnings were for those of his own gender, something known by both his cousin and his employer. Nothing about his sexual preferences prevented him from being the masculine brute that someone like Emily Engles needed as a bodyguard.

"Okay, listen up!" Emily called out, breaking the cousins from their lustful thoughts. She explained to the slaves that they would be freed from their shackles to allow for movement, cleaning, eating, and more. Emily indicated the cousins, threatening any possible mayhem with the decompression of the compartment. She finished, "Does everyone understand?"

With a touch to her wrist band, Emily unlocked the others and talked more about what the slaves had available to them: hygiene supplies, clothing, and more. "If everyone cooperates, there will be more benefits bestowed on you over the hours and days to come."

Robert leaned close to Victor, whispering, "Sweaty orgasms...?"

Victor tried to suppress a laugh but couldn't. Emily looked to him but otherwise didn't respond. They both quickly resumed their stoic expressions and stances.

Emily swapped the slaves' guardian, leaving Victor behind in Robert's place. The latter cousin was giving some time to get food for both he and Victor, as well as spending some time cleaning up, changing clothes, or whatever he wanted. He had 30 minutes. After that, he was expected to be back at Emily's door, standing guard.

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Once they were at FTLS cruising speed, Harmon headed aft to check with Taylor Kling. There were a lot of things that could go wrong after leaving atmo and returning to the void, particularly immediately after so many repairs as had been done on Hulur Bravo. They spent almost two hours checking everything of importance. Harmon dismissed Taylor, telling him to get some food and rest. "I'll keep an eye on things for a while."

Another hour later, Harmon forward to the bridge to check on things there before heading for his own stateroom. It was the largest of the 6 staterooms aboard the ship, nearly 5 meters by 4 meters. Despite being larger than the others, it wasn't luxurious in anyway. Harmon was a simple kind of guy, needing little more than a bed, a desk and chair, a small dresser (mostly filled with undergarments), a small wardrobe (for his outer uniforms and boots), and a private Hygiene Room, which included a shower but no tub.

The majority of the space was occupied with valuable cargo that Harmon had collected over the years. There were cases of alcohol, crates of delicious food items, and an assortment of trade goods he traded for quick cash when he needed it. Most of these things had been skimmed off the top of deliveries he'd been paid to make.

Harmon stripped down to his boxers to shower and grabbed a towel and clean clothes. He didn't head for his quarter's private Hygiene Room, though, instead heading for a door on the opposite bulkhead. This door led to a Hygiene Room shared with the neighboring Guest Compartment. It was more luxurious, with far more open space, a steam room, a swimming tank, and a bathtub with whirlpool jets. (The tank and tub were sealed tight except for when in use, to prevent the water in them from floating about the room when the Arti-Grav or planetary gravity wasn't keeping it where it belonged.)

Harmon pushed the door open, then stopped short, his eyes growing three sizes and his mouth falling open as the sight of a woman exposing her wonderful features as she stretched her arms. Harmon should have turned back immediately, of course. But noticing that she hadn't noticed him, he took the moment to enjoy the view.

Finally, though, she realized she wasn't alone and pulled her robe closed to hide her beauty. Harmon only then turned away, saying, "Sorry! I, um, I'm, I'm ... sorry. I ... I didn't know anyone..."

He glanced back her way to ensure she was covered up, then met her eyes again with the most obvious question: "I'm sorry, but ... who are you?"

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

At the Slave Compartment, a while before the above post:

Emily gave instructions to Frick and Frack. She told them, "I am going to my stateroom, and I am not to be disturbed."

She arrived at her stateroom, grimacing at its condition. If this had been a passenger liner or even one of the modern Consortium vessels, Emily would have had the most elegantly appointed stateroom on the ship, better even than that of the vessel's captain.

But she would make this one do. Before they'd left Hular Bravo, Emily had purchased a large, comfortable canopy bed; real wood dressers, wardrobes, bureau, and tea table; fine rugs and wall draperies; various decorations to hide the ugliness of the piping, conduits, and vents cluttering the overhead space; and paint to be used by a skilled pair of slaves.

Emily found her Lady's Maid, Maggie, working diligently on the stateroom. The former interrupted the latter's work, saying, "I need to sleep. We can continue with this later."

"Yes, Miss," Maggie said. She collected Emily's night gown and hurried to her boss, helping the woman out of her clothes.

"I want to bathe first," Emily said. "Have you tested the bathroom for hot water?"

"Yes, Miss," Maggie answered. "Hot and cold water, and I cleaned it. Your necessities are already spread out as you like them."

Now, stripped down to just her panties, Emily headed for the bathroom but caught sight of a sleeping pad with blankets and a pillow lying in the nearby corner of the stateroom; next to it was the remainder of her servant's possessions. "What is this, Maggie?"

The servant hesitantly explained, "Well, Miss, the compartment across the hall isn't ready for me to occupy it yet."

Emily asked, "What do you mean, not ready?"

"It's ... it's full of freight, Miss," Maggie answered. "There's no room for me. Sorry. I thought you knew."

"No, I didn't know," Emily growled in annoyance.

"I can find another place to sleep, Miss," Maggie said quickly. "I'm sure that there's compartment someplace that--"

"No ... no, don't be silly," Emily cut in. "We've shared a bed in the past. We can do it tonight, too."

"Yes, Miss," Maggie responded. Then, softer and to herself, she murmured, "I remember."

Beyond Maggie, Emily, Frick, and Frack, no one else knew that Maggie's first position of employment with Emily had been as a prestataire de plaisir ... a pleasure provider. In other circumstances, Maggie might have been called a prostitute or a whore, but until that first night when Emily both bought and brought the recently turned 18-year-old Maggie into her bed, the girl had never been touched sensually or sexually by another human being, either female or male.

Maggie had initially been nervous and fearful of what had been expected of her, of course. She'd grown up in the reclusive Society of San Sebastian's Convent, where she'd never once seen a male nor engaged in any sort of sensual or sexual pleasure with a woman. It fell upon Emily to teach Maggie everything she wanted the girl to know about sensuality and sexuality.

Emily had been very happy with Maggie's learning curve, and for almost a full Standard Year, the two of them spent far more nights in bed together than not. Then, Emily made a mistake -- even she remembers it as an error in judgement on her part. She offered her prestataire de plaisir's services to a male business associate in exchange for favorable terms in a potentially lucrative business deal.

Maggie reacted in a way Emily hadn't expected; the now-19-year-old who'd only ever made love with Emily came away from the night with her first male lover traumatized. And after that, the relationship between the two women would never be the same. After Maggie had been unable to joyfully participate in sex with her, Emily had terminated that part of their relationship, relegating Maggie to Lady's Maid and only Lady's Maid.

"You're not sleeping next to me without cleaning up, though," Emily said. "You can shower after me."

"I can use the other Hygiene Room, Miss," Maggie said. She pointed a finger to a door in the far bulkhead and explained, "It's another Hygiene Room, Miss. It has more accommodations, Miss. Sauna, swimming tank ... such things."

Emily considered heading that way instead, but then asked, "Have you cleaned it?"

"No, Miss, not yet," Maggie said with a tone of regret. "I can now, though, if you'd like to--"

"No, no ... that's fine," Emily cut in; she didn't want to wait for the girl to sanitize yet another Hygiene Room when this nearer one was already ready for her. Emily looked Maggie up and down and could see that the servant needed to clean up, too. She nodded her head toward the other Hygiene Room's entrance, asking, "Is that clean enough for you to use."

"Oh, yes, Miss," Maggie responded with a smile. "It'll do just fine for me."

She hadn't meant to say that in such a way as to make Emily feel hoity-toity or anything, and her boss didn't respond negatively to her about her words, so Maggie simply waited for her boss to disappear into the Hygiene Room. She hurried to her corner, gathered her sleeping gown, her robe, and her necessities bag, and headed for the shared room ... not understanding that it was shared.

She had stripped out of her clothes and turned on the shower, only to find there was no water. She looked to the tub, then the swimming tank; both were currently empty and, besides, they weren't intended for bathing one's dirty body anyway, so why did she even consider it?

Maggie slipped into her robe, concluding that her only choice was to wait for Emily to finish her own routine before she herself then used the other Hygiene Room. It was then that she felt the need to stretch ... and got caught exposing her delicious female features to a male! No male had seen her in such a state of undress since that one and only time that Emily had hired her out for her own financial benefit. She covered up quickly and had an awkward exchange with the man who, obviously, was the captain of the cargo vessel. not just by pulling her robe tightly over her curves but crossing her arms over her torso as well.

"Sorry! I, um, I'm, I'm ... sorry," the man said, turning his eyes. "I ... I didn't know anyone..."

"I'm sorry," she said, wondering if she'd misunderstood about whose Hygiene Room this actually was. She looked to the door she'd used to access it, then to his; immediately she felt stupid for not having understood that the second door meant it might be a shared space.

After he looked to her again, he asked, "I'm sorry, but ... who are you?"

"I'm Maggie," she answered, reaching to her waist to tie the robe closed. She corrected and clarified, "Margaret. I'm Miss Engles' Lady's Maid."

It hadn't occurred to Maggie until just this moment that she hadn't met the Harmon. She'd seen a different man -- Taylor -- earlier in the day and had assumed it was the Captain of the vessel. Now, though, the mistake she'd made seemed obvious.

Maggie couldn't help but notice the man looking her up and down and suddenly felt the hot flushing of the blush in her cheeks. Many men had ogled her during her time with Emily; some of those men had mad attempts to secure some personal time with the slave; but only one man had ever succeeded, and at the time, that had been one too many men for Maggie.

She wasn't so sure about that anymore, though. Oh, that first mixed gender encounter had been awkward, uncomfortable, and painful; there was no doubt about that at the time. Ironically, though, she'd experienced orgasm at the hands of that male, even if he'd been a bit rough getting her there. Maggie had cum with Emily, too -- often and deeply -- but the experience of so easily being given to another person -- a male, her first male -- had damaged her relationship with Emily too deeply to accept.

By the time Maggie began to forgive her boss and feel comfortable enough to once again enjoy pleasure with her, Emily had moved on to other people for her needs, and the two of them never had sex with one another again.

"You must be Captain Davis." Maggie finally said after a moment of uncomfortable silence. "I ... I wasn't expecting you, any more than you seem to have been expecting me."

Maggie hesitated for some sort of verbal response from Harmon, but before he could say anything, a third person spoke with a harsh tone: "Margaret."

Maggie flinched and spun toward the voice, finding Emily standing in the doorway. She lowered her gaze to the floor in a combination of respect and embarrassment, somehow pulling her hands and arms even tighter around her body as if fearing she was still inappropriately exposed to the Captain.

"I'm sorry, Miss," she began apologizing. "I ... I ... there was no water ... and apparently, I forgot to lock the doors -- both doors -- and the Captain--"

Emily stepped aside opening a path back into her compartment, saying, "You may use the facilities in my stateroom."

Without delay, Maggie snatched up her things and headed away, not looking back. Emily looked to Harmon, gently shaking her head. She then looked about the room at the currently unusable equipment. To Harmon, she asked with an expectant tone, "Can I assume you will have these functional soon."

 

[KingOfNowhere]

(OOC: I like the way you're bolding all of the dialogue. I'm going to copy you.)

"You must be Captain Davis," the Goddess of a woman said after introducing herself.

Harmon began to speak, but the words caught in his throat. He cleared it and said meekly, "I am."

"I ... I wasn't expecting you, any more than you seem to have been expecting me."

The man's brain was still reeling from a sight. Two of the Void's most beautiful women, here on my boat? What're the fucking odds? Just as had Maggie, Harmon found himself flinching at Emily's chastising tone from the door: "Margaret..."

The women conducted their exchange of dialogue, and suddenly Maggie was gone. Emily gave Harmon a smirk, looked about, and asked, "Can I assume you will have these functional soon."

"I think I have the parts to get it working, yes," he answered. "Gimme the day to finish the post-light speed checks and it'll be my first task."

He thought about what had happened again, asking, "Lady's Maid...? Kinda sounds ... old ... you know, like in those period pieces from Europe ... England maybe .... the ones you see on the RecVid ... 20th century ... earlier maybe?"

Harmon wanted to ask if Maggie was a freeman, an indentured servant, or a slave, but he resisted as he doubted that Emily would find it any of his business.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Regarding Harmon's vow to make the bathing facilities whole, Emily only nodded her head slightly. In response to the man's inquiry about the other woman, Emily answered, "Maggie is my personal servant. She is no concern of yours. I would very much appreciate it if you did not address or interact with her any more than necessary, Captain. She is young and impressionable and naive about many things ... including men."

As she was saying that last part, Emily's stomach rolled over at the memory of how Maggie had responded to being given to a stranger for his sexual pleasure. It still hurt her to this day that she'd harmed the girl in that way. She'd wanted to make up for it somehow; Emily had even considered giving Maggie her freedom, sending her away with a bag full of Credits and her wishes for a happy future. But honestly, she couldn't imagine a girl like Maggie -- with minimal education or worldly experience -- finding a better life out there in the Void than she had here as a servant. It wasn't as if she was mistreated or disrespected as some house servants or Lady's Maids were by their owners. Maggie lived a comparably safe and comfortable life.

"I'll be in my quarters, Captain," Emily called over her shoulder after she'd turned to leave. "Please ... I would prefer not to be disturbed."

 

[KingOfNowhere]

"Maggie is my personal servant," Emily answered Harmon's question, adding firmly, "She is no concern of yours."

Honestly, the woman's reply didn't surprise Harmon much. Emily had been fairly strict in most of her dealings with Harmon since the moment they'd met. The truth was that she very much had the upper hand. Harmon was just going along to get along. He'd played the submissive to dominant employers in the past. He didn't like it. But he knew it never lasted long. And once it was over, he got to sit back and play with all the Consortium Credits he'd earned and murmur, Fuck you all the way to the bank.

But then Emily added sternly, "I would very much appreciate it if you did not address or interact with her any more than necessary, Captain. She is young and impressionable and naive about many things ... including men."

That piqued Harmon's interest a bit. The first word to jump into his mind was virgin! He'd never had a virgin before. Ever! It was one of his 20 Bucket List items, 14 of which he'd already accomplished. Emily didn't actually say that Maggie was a virgin, of course. But still, naive about many things including men could only men virgin, right?

"Of course ... Miss Engles," he responded. He added the last part, the emphasis on her title and surname, to further reassure her that she was the boss. You can boss me around in bed, if you want, Harmon thought to himself, adding to his thought, and bring your virgin Lady's Maid with you for her first taste of Man Meat.

"I'll be in my quarters, Captain," she said after turning away. "Please ... I would prefer not to be disturbed."

"Of course," he said again. "Sleep tight."

After Emily had closed the door, Harmon smiled wide, then chuckled. This is going to be one fucking long ride, he thought to himself. He returned to his own quarters, abandoning his plan to fill the whirlpool tub and soak. Instead, he took a quick shower in his private Hygiene Room, knocking one out to the image of Maggie bent over the counter, staring back at him in the mirror as she cried out to her first ever fuck and explosive orgasm.

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Six hours later:

Harmon awoke to the familiar beating on his door by Taylor. Rising and pulling his boxers back up from his thighs where they'd remained after masturbating, he swung the door open, growling, "What?!?"

"I need you in the Engineroom," Taylor growled back. "We have a problem."

"Fuck ... whatever," Harmon growled back. He asked for specifics, realized it wasn't too much of an emergency, and chose to shower and slip into a clean pair of coveralls first. 15 minutes later, he was up to his elbows in oil and grease in an attempt to get a malfunctioning motor to work.

"Let's get some breakfast," he told his Engineer once they were done. They each cleaned up and changed before heading to the galley. He took another long look at all the crates, bottles, barrels, and bags of food that had been loaded as part of the replenishment back on Hulur Bravo. He murmured more to himself than to Taylor, "The woman really knows how to fill a pantry."

He spent several minutes looking through the refrigerator and walk-in freezer, then selected all that he needed to create a scrumptious breakfast. Frick happened by just as Harmon was preparing to cook, leading the latter to call out, "Hey, big guy! Go tell your boss that I'm making breakfast. And remind her that I said I'm one fucking helluva cook."

The bodyguard just stared a moment, then walked away without an answer. He would go to Emily's door, where his cousin was posted, and ask if their boss had given them a time to wake her or not.