Lady Penelope

Posted on Sun Sep 27th, 2020 @ 12:44pm by Commodore Phoenix Lalor-Richardson & Lieutenant Sapphire Morgan [Lalor]

Mission: SEASON 4: Episode 1: Know Thy Self!
Location: USS Elysium's Captain Ready room
Timeline: MD 1- 14hoo
728 words - 1.5 OF Standard Post Measure

SJ moved swiftly through the halls of the USS Elysium and took the turbolift to the bridge. She entered the ready room to find Lady Penelope Lalor sitting on a couch by the wall.

"Aww you look bored" she said in her taunting tone.

"Lt, Morgan. Such a pleasure." The High lady said softly. She stood. "Am I to die now?"

"No, unfortunately not. We have other plans for you my dear."

Penelope raised an eyebrow. "And those are?"

"Well I hear that Lieutenant S'hib needs a new playmate. After what happened to the last female we gave him..." SJ had the perverse pleasure in seeing the Lady shudder. "Oh don't look so down, it could be worse. But I will remove the Bomb for now."

SJ pointed to the deck. "Kneel"

Penelope glared but did so.

SJ pulled a knife from her belt and stepped up behind Penelope and cut the uniform she wore down the back. Leaning forward she whispered. "If the Captain would let me, you would be a slave for me. And naked you would be." She pushed the cloth off the woman's shoulders and pushed her head forward and down. Then she used the knife and cut into the porcelain skin of Penelope's neck.

The Lady screamed in pain.

A tricorder and dermal regenerator assisted in the removal and healing of the cut 10 minutes later.

Penelope was gasping in pain and curled up on the ready room floor, the ruins of the borrowed uniform around her.

"You know" SJ said conversationally. "If Taylor didn't want the honour of slitting your throat, I am sure Arrianna would have killed you already. Either that or he would have given you to the crew to play with. You should feel happy that I am the only one allowed to do this." She hauled Penelope to her feet and turned her to face her. "Be happy I am not allowed to take you to bed. Because I think you would make a great sex slave Penelope. And I know Scott would love to have that pretty mouth on him."

The High Lady stared at her, fear in the eyes clearly to see.
"Ah that is right, your brother wants you kept pure. Pity, he wont bed you right? He married you but on your wedding night he fucked his mistress. I hear he slit her throat two weeks after you came to us. For she was going to do the same to you. Guess your position as High Lady is not that secure."

Penelope took a breath and went to open her mouth to reply but SJ placed the knife, still covered in Penelope's purple blood to the Erisian's lips. "Now, now, I may not be able to take that purity but you do not need your tongue so be nice sweetie."

The Erisian narrowed her gaze on Sapphire Jade Morgan. "You want something."

"What I want, Princess, can fill this ship. The better question is what you are going to do for me,"

"Who said I would?"

"Because you hate Taylor, you hate your brother and if you want to live you need a protector little girl." SJ said, though she was only a few months older than the Erisian. "Get the rest of those clothes off Penelope. I want to see something."

Trembling now, the lady removed the rest of the clothes and stood naked before SJ.

"Turn" SJ was not above humiliating her prisoners. "Hmm yes you are very nice. Maybe a gift for Scott once we gain our victory." she pushed Penelope face first into the bulk head, and held her there by a hand at the back of her neck. Pressing the knife to the Erisan's cheek she whispered. "You will not breath a word of this, or I will kill you. One day little girl if you survive this, you will be on your knees before me, kissing my feet, begging me to relieve you of your purity, and you will do it without issue. Understood?"

The Erisian female nodded her whole form trembling.

SJ pushed away and went to the replicator. There she replicated a plain jumpsuit. She threw it at Penelope. "Dress."

Penelope did so silently. Once she was dressed, SJ cuffed her and pushed her from the ready room, to the transporter at the back of the bridge.