Samantha

Posted on Fri Oct 2nd, 2020 @ 12:50pm by Avalon [ADMIN NPC] & Samantha Prescott [ADMIN NPC]

Mission: SEASON 4: Episode 1: Know Thy Self!
Location: ISS Elysium
Timeline: MD2 - Afternoon
1243 words - 2.5 OF Standard Post Measure

Samantha Prescott walked through the halls of the ISS Elysium. She was the crew’s toy. Her ‘quarters’ was a pile of blankets in what was considered the security barracks. Her job was simple. Find people in the arena, lead them to safety and then leave them on their own. For 4 years, this had been her job, her routine. And when she spent time in her pile of blankets, she had other tasks. She walked into the room and the small closet where her blankets were. It was empty. She knew why. They were all out hunting. She knew the routine forwards and backwards. She calmly stripped off the jumpsuit she wore and curled onto the blankets naked. It was her only jumpsuit. She knew better than to wear it to sleep.

As she closed her eyes she thought of the little boy she had left behind in the Prime universe. Her baby boy aged 11 as she had set off to advise Captain Harrison on a diplomatic mission. She would be only gone 3 weeks. He could spend the time with his father. They would have a great time. But 3 weeks had grown into 4 years.

Sam squeezed her eyes tightly shut. No do not cry. She told herself. Tears had never helped. They had not helped as she had been held down and whipped, thrown into the agony booths too many times to count, never helped as men and women raped her, burned her, tortured her. She had been sold but sold to different crew members. In card games, in bets, until the Captain had brought her for the ship. By then, 12 months had passed, she had had pregnancies aborted, her hair cut and changed so many times by different owners.

Now, she was owned by the Ship. ALICE told her where to go and what to do. And that perverse little AI was not above locking her in the holodeck to be rapped by wild dogs or even one memorable time, a line of Klingon warriors.

As she lay there, naked and in silence, her only coverage was her long brown hair, she knew she was watched. So, no tears, no crying or sobbing. It would not help. The last time ALICE had caught her crying, she had been put in the booth with Fernando at the controls. And that had been horrible. He had not been permitted to kill her or do damage or even turn her into one of his furbies, but he had enjoyed the 5 hours he had, been granted to make her scream. Yes, in part she was lucky. Being owned by the ship, meant she was not considered free game by those officers like Lieutenant S’hib and SJ Morgan and her paramour Scott Gregory. Oh, she had seen what each of those deviants were capable of. She wondered if Scott knew that SJ was way more deviant then he was, and that she loved fucking other women with toys and making men beg. Probably not. Scott only saw SJ’s smile and heard that she loved him. Oh Sam had no doubt that SJ loved Scott, she just loved power games as well.

She jolted as a hand touched her and she was instantly on her knees, head touching the floor in supplication.

ALICE Smiled. “Good Sammy” she said. “Come, the captain says you were very good on the station today, so I am going to reward you.”

Oh, by the gods, a reward was not always what it sounded like. Last time, a reward had entailed her being fucked by a machine in medical while the medical team tested how deep it could go.

She went onto her hands and knees as ALICE always wanted her to do and crawled after her.

ALICE led the way down to a cabin, on the same deck. The door opened, and ALICE led Sammy inside.

“Kneel Sammy”

Sammy again assumed the position, her head on the floor.

“Stand Sammy”

Knowing that if she didn’t her collar would teach her to do so, Sammy stood up. And found herself looking at two men. So, it was to be this reward. Not for her, but for them.

ALICE merely stepped between them. ALICE was gorgeous. The AI’s visual was of a Statuesque blond with deep blue eyes. And a body that, if real would keep even S’hib going for hours.

“You get one” She said to Sammy who stared at her blankly.

“Pardon Ma’am?”

“You get one. One you choose to fuck you, until you climax.”

ALICE was giving her, Sam, a pleasure slave for a time? Sam wanted to pinch herself. She was not conditioned for this. She had been taught to take the pain, accept that anyone fucking her, was more concerned about their own enjoyment than her’s.

ALICE smiled. “Aww you cannot pick huh? Well I will pick for you.” She wandered over to the two men. She knew perfectly well that Sam was not going to be able to pick. She reached out and touched the cheek of the man who when he stood, obviously had Klingon blood in him. ALICE studied him then shook her head “no, you will break her in half… though…No” she went to the other man. This man was human. Mostly. “Hmm yes, you will do.” He stood, and she placed a leash on his collar. ALICE led the man over to where Sammy stood. She placed them side by side, studied and nodded.

She placed a leash on Sammy’s collar. Sam had not been leashed in nearly 18 months. She was well trained.

“Captain Taylor thinks you should be rewarded with a pleasure slave. Commander Holmes disagrees.”

Sam just stopped herself from blurting out what she knew about commander Holmes.

The AI produced a hypo spray and pressed it to the male’s neck. And then another which was pressed to Sam’s neck. “Just a little something to perk you both up.” And then she led them into the bedroom and undid their leashes. She looked at the man “She likes it rough, so feel free to tie her up or whatever. Make her scream”

She left them there.

Samantha tried hard not to look at the man beside her. He was well endowed but then all male pleasure slaves were, altered to be well endowed. The drug was slowly doing its work, making her feel warm and she hated that drug. Sometimes they used it when they raped her, so that she would beg them. She tried to block it out, to think of someone anyone other than what was happening to her body. But then his hand touched her shoulder. She knew the drug he had been given was faster acting. His hand cruised down and cupped her breast and she couldn’t stop the moan.

He turned her to face him and then he pushed her down onto her knees, his hands in her hair, pulling it. She knew why. ALICE told him to. And she knew, that even though this was a reward, it was a test. So, Sam played along.

Three hours later, the man was led out by the other man and ALICE looked down at the sleeping Samantha. Another Hypo spray was injected, and ALICE made sure that there would be no child from this encounter. Sam would sleep here from now on the Captain had decreed.