Forced Pleasures

Posted on Fri Jan 31st, 2020 @ 12:07pm by Lieutenant Commander S'hib & Commander Arrianna Salannis an Vantar & Avalon [ADMIN NPC]

Mission: Casperia Prime - A lesson in relaxation
Location: Unknown
Timeline: MD3/4
2369 words - 4.7 OF Standard Post Measure

Activity had picked up inside the cave, quiet whimpers had turned into frantic screams and shouts of violence echoed all around, it was only a matter of time before his would be masters would come for him.

"How could we let this happen... right under our nose." He said quietly, his words filled with sorrow and guilt. "This is federation space... these people are supposed to be safe." S'hib continued, feeling his heart thumping rapidly against his ribcage.

"This could be happening anywhere..." He concluded, oddly grateful to not be wearing his uniform, unsure if he could stomach the looks of prisoners and slaves that Starfleet failed to protect.

Then his ears snapped to the side, hearing the same voice he had quickly begun to loathe.

"Right this way. The Horse is chained up."Li'atic said as he came into view with a Female Orion with him.

Eliian paused and looked over at S'hib. "A very nice specimen." She drawled. She walked around the cage, "Speaks I am told. Well for now anyway. Our buyers do not like chatty beasts, unless they are begging." She pulled a small dart and another Orion took it and placed into a dart gun. "Sedate him. And take him to the chamber."

The reply from Li’atic was cold and silent, mirroring the sensation suddenly filling the muscles in his left leg, Snorting irritatedly S’hib had barely pulled the small metal dart out before the sedative had made its way into his panicked heart and throughout his body.

His legs fell numb and then ceased to feel at all, buckling once the sedative took hold, his knees hit the stone with a loud crack, but he felt nothing, every blotch of light fading into strange after images. Seconds later he was on the floor, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he slipped into the deep.

When he woke, he found himself unable to touch the floor at all and his head was covered in a black hood. He could breathe but the loose cloth blocked out all visual cues. His limbs were all secured tightly to metal poles and he was, suspended above a floor.

What made everything all the more unsettling was the smell, the hood reeked... subtle metallic odours, dried blood and sweat permeated the fabric, leaving the subtle scents of those who had worn it before him... it felt of fear.

Breathing through his mouth was no better, the damp cloth tasting just as vile as it did smell, it clung to the back of his throat as he coughed the cloth away from his lips, trying his best not to gag as he lifted his head, the pull of the restraints against his limbs being the only indication of his orientation to the ground below him.

It felt like falling, the awful sensation of slipping into a dream while still conscious... except this time, it was all too real. "I know you're there..." S'hib said softly, vaguely aware of a presence near him even with the hood over his head. "Staring at me..." He added, letting his naked body relax in the restraints, his tail hanging lazily between his legs.

Arrianna woke suddenly and looked around. Clearly she was not in her room, and most certainly her mode of dress had changed from her elegant night-robe to something more... lewd. 'Clearly I have kidnapped.' She began to examine her cell. 'This is most inconvenient. I go through all that trouble to rescue Phoenix, in order to end up kidnapped. I'd say this is bad luck if I believed in such things.'

One of the guards spoke down the hall. "... you kidnapped an Alindari. You might as well have kidnapped a Vulcan priest. They won't break...."

"How was I supposed to know she was this Alindari? All these humans look alike. Even their women look like Bajorans and Cardassians."

"Cardassians and Bajorans have face ridges you imbecile. We could sell her to the Romulans. But no Alindari would lower themselves to submitting to slavery. A Klingon would have been preferable for hard labor." The shouting continued.

"Orions.... How primitive and crude." Arri told herself. 'One wonders how these wretched criminals even look themselves in the mirror in the morning without getting nauseous.'

In the other room. A hooded woman, dressed elegantly, entered. She examined S'hib and spoke to the people in the room. She aired authority and power. "Really. Slavery?" The woman noted. "You Orions are good at what you do, the only problem is you lack any imagination. Do you know why it's so easy for the Federation to destroy you? Because you brutes have no imagination." The woman stated. "This is the most idiotic form of slavery."

S'hib tried to raise his head further, unsure where the voice was coming from with his ears muffled by the thick fabric hood, all he really knew was he was already tired, his aching body hanging there as he listened to her footsteps, never quite sure how far away she was.

"Oh, it's easy to get people to do what you want of them. The trick is not to get people to do what they don't want to do. How you truly break people is by making people want to do it, then when they've done it so many times. They realize they cannot go back to what they were. You want the horseman to behave. Do your homework on him, and find out what he cannot live without. Starfleet officers exist to put the lives of others first. Bring in the other merchandise you have here and start killing it right in front of him." The hooded woman noted.

"How can I do anything If I'm tied up!" S'hib snorted, a muffled mix of disdain in his words as he shouted. "What do you want..." He grovelled, trying to find some sense of reason to the madness he found himself part of.

"No... Not yet." The black figure noted. "Bring in five of your most uncooperative slaves, then kill them so he can hear their dying screams. Make it painful>"

His fists clenched at this, the seriousness of her tone even through his hood left no doubt to her sincerity... "No!" He snorted angrily, fighting against his restraints. "What do you want from me!" He added, feeling his heart flutter into a panic.

"We'll get to that soon." The woman noted. "Bring them in, now." The Orions brought five of their captives into the room and knelt them down in front of him. The woman pulled his hood off so he could watch. "Kill them."

Almost biting out of instinct S'hib continued to struggle in his restraints, his eyes frantically snapping between those knelt before him as the first was killed. "Why!" he cried out before falling into stunned silence as the rest started to scream.

The guards killed them one by one. The hooded woman looked at S'hib. "I don't require you to understand. Nor comprehend. You will do as you're told, or you will be responsible for the deaths of more. Make no mistake. There is always more."

"You were going to kill them anyway," S'hib replied, his voice low and subdued. "Their blood is on your hands! not mine!" S'hib shouted furiously, his nostrils flared as he stared at the bodies with unblinking grief-stricken eyes.

"Bring in the Alindari we captured..." She noted to the guards.

"Oh, come on!" S'hib shouted in frustration, wishing to be back in his cell and just having insults thrown at him.

Arri was pushed into the room. "So beautiful, so fair. But these Orion savages can't do anything with her. You see, we could torture this woman for years, and with the mental discipline she's spent years learning, she'll never break." Arri winced at the hooded woman. The woman walked over to a table and picked up a Klingon pain stick. "I wonder, how long can you stand to see her suffer."

"If she won't break... You can't hurt her, which means you can't hurt me." S'hib snorted in defiance, staring at the hooded woman as he spoke before spitting in her direction.

The woman sneered at the horseman. "She then plunged the stick into Arrianna. Her body began to convulse, but she did not scream. It was excruciating, even more so to watch."

"At least this woman will be useful for something. Any bets on how many hours I can keep this up until she passes out?" The hooded woman noted.

S'hib said nothing as Orions jeered and tossed out bets like it was nothing more than a game of Dabo, watching the pain inflicted made his heart sink. But what else could he do, S'hib wondered as he stared into her eyes, watching her unblinking resolve while fighting the urge to scream how sorry he was.

"Tell me, are you the type who can just sit and watch." The hooded woman gave him a taste of the painstick as well.

The stick had barely struck into his stomach before glowing red against his dirty white hair, the angry glow burning into him as he dropped his head to his chest and gritted his teeth, a low rumble from his throat quickly turning into a painful cry.

"Power is power." She plunged the stick into the Alindari again.

Panting from the pain, his muscles in a spasm as he tried to regain his composure. "You... wield no power," S'hib wheezed, his voice shaky and unsteady. "...While wearing a mask." He finished, slumping in his restraints, looking back at the bodies that still lay where they fell.

Arrianna continued to spasm from the painstick. "We'll continue this tomorrow." The slavers dragged Arri and chained her up in the cell.

S'hib said nothing as he watched them take Arri away, relief washing over him as the pain she endured ended. When the door shut and she disappeared from view his gaze fell on the hooded woman, his eyes looking on her with the utmost contempt.

"Consider what you feel right now, horseman. Tomorrow, her suffering doubles. Maybe I'll succeed in breaking her so I can teach her to do more fun things to you."

S'hib simple lunged towards the hooded woman, a mere foot at best considering his restraints before letting out a loud frustrated snort, staring at where he assumed her eyes would be under her hood.

*Six Hours Later*

The hooded woman re-entered. "Now then, where were we, horse freak, oh yes." She pulled out the Painstick again and plunged it into him. "I've been thinking of the perfect way to break you. You are resilient, And it doesn't take a Betazoid to sense the fear rolling off of you. It then hit me last night during afternoon tea. I was going to install holoprojectors in here, and give you all sorts of nightmarish visitors at night."

Barely able to move away from the painstick, his numb limbs still fastened to their restraints barely responding to the pain coursing through his gut. "Do you always talk this much..." S'hib snorted, already tired of her pathetic gloating.

"Oh really...." She pulled her hood back. The face was not human, but one of a snarling lizard creature that lept towards his face and it seemed like he was going to bite.

S’hib let out terrified gasp as the monstrous figure leapt at him, the high pitch whine cutting short as he forced his eyes shut and tried his best to recoil away. “Fuck sake, what do you want from me!” He snorted, trying his best to suppress the mounting panic swelling inside him.

Right when the beast was going to bite his head. It disappeared. He could hear the sounds of whispering voices around him some angry, some mocking, some laughing.

The voices echoed all around him, some far, some as though they had been spoken right into his ear... It was unsettling and only added to the mounting dread he was feeling. "You're not real... None of this is real!" He shouted, his eyes firmly closed as he tried to ignore the hushed words and breathing beside his face.

A different voice came. "Calm yourself. You are being telepathically assaulted."

"None of this is real..." He said to himself quietly, his breathing becoming laboured and sharp as panic gripped hold of him. "It's ... not real." He wheezed, his body becoming numb and his heart beating furiously, finally succumbing to his fears.

The door opened and several men in surgical scrubs walked in. "The mistress wants his organs harvested." Two of them grabbed the horseman. "Do we need to use Pain Killers."

"Why bother. He's not going to survive. We're just going to harvest his organs and be done with it. They're worth a lot on the black market."

"No! get off me!" S'hib shouted at the two Orions, his eyes wide in terror as he felt the surgical blade dig into his chest.

'Hold still damn it." One of the Orions barked, grabbing him around the throat as the blade cut down his torso, S'hib screaming all the while.

Arri's voice came again. "S'hib... Stop. She's assaulting your mind. Trying to drive you mad."

The only response S'hib could manage was wild screaming as he flailed in his restraints, feeling his insides being carelessly extracted by crude instruments.

The pain was immense, every slice and tear of his body feeling just as real and visceral as though it was actually happening. Unfortunately, any notion of reality had poured from his mind, replaced by overwhelming horror and dread.

His cries grew louder and more laboured as his mind felt the intense agony of it all, gasping and choking on the blood he imagined in his throat until his body went limp, and his head drifted down against his chest, his mind slipping into unconsciousness.

But he would find no peace from the insanity in his subconscious, only countless nightmares and perverse horrors as the hooded woman pulled his mind apart.

The last coherent thought he had before everything faded to black, was of Naxea, hoping that at the very least she was still alive.

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