Retribution [18+] (Part 1/2)

Posted on 27 Feb 2015 @ 8:15pm by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm & Lieutenant JG Drusilla McCarthy & Command Master Chief Markum Quinn & Lieutenant JG Dorian West & Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim

2,635 words; about a 13 minute read

Mission: Episode 07 - Sojourn
Location: Rigel, after the wedding
Timeline: MD 22, very late

ON:

The ceremony had been breathtaking, and the after party had been the most fun Wintrow'd had in as long as he could remember. He'd not felt so welcome in any place in a very long time. Of course, the alcohol he'd consumed had helped him relax, as well as the odd smoke he'd had before the wedding. And being with Nesh had just been awesome, in a non-romantic kind of manner anyway.

He watched her still dancing as he excused himself. He needed to get some fresh air, otherwise he reckoned he'd not make it through the night on his feet. Laughing, he made his way towards the door, away from the wedding party. Away, to step into the quiet night. He carried his drink - just plain sparkling water by now - with him and sipped it quietly as he looked up at the night sky.

Somehow he was amazed that from most worlds he visited, the sky still looked pretty much the same. He walked away from the premise and started towards the beach, away from the lights to get a better view of the sky. The longer he stood in the darkness, the more stars he saw appear and he looked up at them longingly.

A large green hand came out of nowhere and slapped itself on Wintrow's shoulder in a forceful yet camaraderie-esque manner. "It is beautiful, yes? The star cluster around our system is a scientist's dream and an admirer's heaven," said Hoshod who had been present at the wedding lurking in the background and had now reacquired his acquaintance from the club several evenings ago. A most uncooperative acquaintance, at that.

The teenager jumped, literally and whirled around to stare wide-eyed at the large Orion. "I-I suppose," he managed, while edging away from him. "I'm no scientist though." He shrugged the hand off. "Please don't touch me."

Hoshod peered at Wintrow through the darkness then gave him a friendly yet shady smile. "Young man, you must not be so sensitive. You see, Vajripam is a diverse city, one with many business opportunities. And like I was trying to tell you at Cluros the other day, my associates and I would like to do business with you. A most lucrative contract, I might add."

Wintrow shook his head, still trying to keep some distance between them. "I'm not interested," he repeated yet again. "I'm only outside because I needed some fresh air and a little time by myself, I should go back to my date in a few minutes." He was stood with his back to the ocean, his path back blocked by the Orion.

"As I stated earlier when we first met," began Hoshod with a lick of his lips, "it's considered rude to turn down a business offer. Especially to not even listen to it. Surely you do not want to...offend me, once again?" Something in his voice could be construed as menacing, but it was hard to put a finger on exactly why.

"What part of 'no' don't you understand?" Wintrow asked, though his voice shook. "I have to go back, please excuse me." He started to inch sideways and intended to walk past the man. His senses were on alert now, and he really wanted to get back inside.

Something hard poked firmly against the cadet's ribs, and even though it was dark, the familiar outline of a disruptor pistol was visible. "Please don't make this difficult. We will be partners... I insist," said Hoshod in a now-quiet and shady voice while he pressed his weapon firmly and discretely against Wintrow's body. "Come with me. Now," he ordered.

"What?" The boy froze, his features draining of all colour as he stared up at the Orion. "No, no... I have to get back. I don't want to go with you." Fear crossed his face as he found himself unable to move, his body wouldn't respond to his mental command to move. But he was at the business end of a weapon, and if he didn't do as he was told, surely they'd hurt him. "I can't," he whispered, "I can't come with you. Please."

"Hoshod to Nitor," the large man whispered into a discreet communication device attached to his wrist speaking Orion, "two to transport, now." He looked back at Wintrow and give him one final smile before they were both molecularly disassembled and whisked away to a secret location. "Don't worry...we will take good care of you..."


Somewhere at a Secret Underground Facility in Vajripam...

Wintrow and Hoshod re-materialized in a dark and musky chamber, which was rather sparse compared to traditional Orion standards of decor. But this wasn't just any type of chamber; Along the walls were neatly organized cage cells meant specifically to house people against their will, and several of them were already occupied by badly-beaten servants and slaves of various races, ages, and genders.

Hoshod, with his pistol still aimed at the cadet, gave Wintrow another poke in his ribs and motioned for him to go into the vacant holding cell to the left. "Go on. Let's not make this anymore unpleasant that is has to be. I would prefer to not have to damage you by implanting a neural control chip."

Wide eyes roaming across the wall, Wintrow had no choice but to move, but at the entrance of the cell he hesitated. He had no desire to be caged or otherwise locked up so he turned around to face the large Orion. "Please don't do this, let me go and I'll say nothing. They'll miss me if I don't return to the party, people saw me go outside," he pleaded. If there was anything he was good at, it was not telling people what had happened to him. He had learned that through experience a long time ago. "Please... let me go..."

Starting to get annoyed by the kid's whining and begging, Hoshod gave him a firm push in the back to get him inside the small cage. He then tapped an access code into the nearby control panel and the metallic bars slammed shut and sealed inside the locking mechanism. "Don't worry. Your new owners will come and claim you shortly. I expect you to be on your best behavior when they arrive, of course," he calmly explained before turning and walking our of the room.

Owners? Wintrow backed away to the furthest wall and sagged down to the floor, wrapping his arms around his legs. Hot tears welled up in his eyes and spilled down his cheeks. He was a free man, a Starfleet officer, he was no-one's posession and he wasn't just going to go with someone who 'claimed' to own him. He would not allow that to happen again! He realised he'd been right to say no, that his senses had been right all along. His shoulders shook with every sob and every heaved in breath as he forced himself to remain calm. He was terrified, and it showed in his eyes; in his entire being.


Several Hours Later...

Moving amongst the shadows, Palu walked an easy pace past each cage, smiling as he heard the screams and pleas. An another day he may have paused at each and taunted each occupant but today he had been called on very serious business. "Hoshod this had better be good...the last sniveling pest that you sold me barely even lasted a week. The produce had better be good this time or..." The tall Orion man let his words linger, Hoshod knew him well enough to fill in the blanks.

"Oh, don't worry about that one...we discovered he had a rare immunodeficiency disorder a couple days after the sale," replied Hoshod with a casual shrug. "But I have a new crop for you. Consider it...compensation," he added while motioning for Palu to follow him over to the cages to inspect the goods. He stopped in front of Wintrow's cage and took a step back to allow the other man to inspect the Human.

"This one is our newest acquisition. A most fit specimen, I must say, and he is obedient and did not put up a fight." He leaned close to Palu and whispered in his ear, "He is Starfleet. A cadet, I think, if our records are correct."

Palu's ears perked up at this, "Interesting....extremely fresh blood....Have you established yet if he's a virgin?"

Wintrow could overhear the conversation but made no attempt to look up and draw further attention. Though at the mention of being a virgin, he tensed ever so slightly and listened closely to what the large Orion would answer.

"I don't know about such things as his sexual history. But judging from his appearance and demeanor, he does not appear to be very outgoing," replied Hoshod with a shrug.

As Palu walked closer to the cage, he observed the subject very closely. The pale skin made him look weak and feeble; the subjects body was only held up by the bars against his back but it was easy to see that without the aids, he'd be a weak lump on the floor. "Where's your electric prob Hoshod?" Palu of course carried on with him at all times to keep the slaves in line but he wanted to see the subjects reaction to what was to come....

Electric? The cadet tensed further, his face draining of all colour, as he braced himself, clamping his jaws firmly together. He didn't want to scream, under no circumstance did he want to scream. And he wouldn't put up a fight and waste energy he might need later if he needed to escape. Besides, from experience he knew it was useless to fight; the Orions were both older, and much bigger than he was. He wouldn't stand a chance against one of them, let alone two.

Hoshod moved over to the nearby weapons rack and retrieved a pain stick, then tossed it over to Palu. "You might enjoy that. Courtesy of one of my Klingon associates who recently stopped by," he explained.

Taking the pain stick in one hand, Palu waved off the seller with one hand. "Give us sometime alone would you? I won't be fooled by your produce a second time. This time....I will be checking carefully."

Not giving Hoshod a second glance as he moved away, Palu moved closer to the cage as he studied the subject very carefully. "What's your name." The words were not a question, they were an order that the Orion would see completed no matter what it would take.

Shivering, Wintrow didn't dare to look up, but he knew the consequences of non-compliance all too well. "Wintrow," he replied in a whisper, "please...I'm going to be missed. Let me go."

Palu allowed a smile to cross his lips as he heard the man's voice. The humanoid knew how to follow orders...this could turn out to be a very very good slave indeed. "Perhaps you can answer my earlier question given your capture didn't do the proper checks. Are you a virgin?"

Face white with fear, Wintrow shook his head. "No." His voice went flat as he said it, becoming almost inaudible.

Letting out a sigh, Palu slapped the pain stick against the palm of his hand. "Can't have everything can we." Studying the clothes that the man was wearing, the material stained with mud and stains were he'd been dragged away. "Strip."

"Why?" the boy dared ask, without moving so much as a muscle. He remained tensely sitting on the floor of the cage, avoiding any and all eye-contact.

Moving over to the cage, Palu tapped the pain stick against the metal so as it gave a ringing sound. "Because I'm giving you the choice. Strip yourself or I will do it for you."

The boy flinched visibly at the sound. Though he had no idea what level of pain a painstick could produce, he had a fair idea of what they were used for. Slowly, using the bars for support since he was afraid his legs wouldn't carry him, he got to his feet and removed his sandals, shirt and pants, then crossed his arms over his chest, tucking his hands in under his arms. He didn't want the man to touch him, so this was the safest option.

As his eyes studied what parts of the body the Orion could see, he made some notes. Scrawny but nothing that couldn't be plumped up easily with food and steroids. That look in the subject's eyes and the subtle moves to protect himself....Palu felt a tug that would soon need to be satisfied.

Moving he opened the cage and reached for the receiver to the subject's neck collar. "Step out and remove the undergarments..."

"But.." Wintrow protested as he stepped outside, his eyes darting around the dimly lit room. There was no means for escape, nowhere to run to. He looked back over his shoulder at his discarded clothes, casting them a longing look. He shivered even though it wasn't cold. "But then i'll have nothing left," he murmured, looking down at his bare feet.

Moving up closer to the subject, Palu kept the pain stick switched off but placed the usually live end under the boy's chin. "My dubi ....That is the point." Pushing up on the subject's chin, the Orion didn't stop until their eyes met. "Remove the undergarments."

Swallowing, Wintrow complied and stood naked before the Orion. His eyes were almost black with fear but he seemed to hold his own. For the moment. He knew his life was in danger if he refused, but to maintain his sense of self he had to put up a fight of some form or the other. Wintrow felt the tip of the stick against his skin, and he held the man's gaze. "Please don't hurt me," he whispered desperately.

As the smile slid further across Palu's lips, he stepped in closer as he hand moved down between the subjects legs. "Not the biggest I've seen but we can still put you to very good use." The Orion's hardest became very evident as he stroked the subject and watched his reaction.

Wintrow stood frozen, holding his breath as he was touched. He bowed his head and closed his eyes, willing himself not to move even though he wanted to step back, move away from the hand that touched his private parts. "Please don't," he whispered, his voice shaking. His entire reaction was that of someone who did not want to be touched in that area without permission.

As Palu felt the involuntary harden in his hand, the Orion's grin widened before he let go and stepped away. "I'm going to take you...for a test drive is how I believe the humans describe it. I need to test your limits and how far you can be pushed to ensure that you fit as my personal and that you can satisfy myself and my clan. It will hurt and you can scream but no one will come to your rescue."

"No," Wintrow whispered, shaking his head in denial. Not again, this wasn't happening. Not again. Surely, he would wake up soon and this was all a very bad dream?

(to be continued...)

OFF:

Palu
Orion Slave Master
(NPC'ed McCarthy)

Hoshod
Orion Slave Trader
(NPC'd by Saalm)

Cadet SO Wintrow Paragon
Support Craft Pilot
USS Galileo
[PNPC T'Vanna]

CMCPO Markum Quinn
Chief of the Boat
USS Galileo

LT JG Dorian West
Counsellor
USS Galileo
[PNPC Blake]

LCmdr Allyndra illm Warraquim
Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

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