Love in the midst of slavery Pt 1

Posted on Sat Jan 4th, 2020 @ 7:44pm by Lieutenant JG Heather De La Rosa {Kelea-Salik} & Captain Gary Taylor

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: Various
Timeline: 1 year ago
1198 words - 2.4 OF Standard Post Measure

Heather stretched and awoke to find herself in a comfortable room, on the bed lay fresh clothing a low neck dress. At first she thought she was dreaming then she remembered both she and Jason had been purchased by a buyer as a breeding pair. Sitting up she heard the shower running and at the foot of the double bed she lay on was man's clothes no doubt for Jason.

In the last six months they had fallen in love, a natural progression from pheromone driven love to natural love and she worried when they were apart. She slid out of bed and found him in the shower enjoying his first proper shower since they'd become slaves. She slid in behind him kissing his shoulder blades as she wrapped her arms around him. "I was worried when I awoke and you weren't there."

Jason smiled as Heather entered the shower and wrapped her arms around him. "Here I am you found me." He teased. he had grown to love Heather and it was a natural love not drug induced. They were still slaves but their situation had improved. They were both well fed and given good, clean clothes to wear. They had one purpose to mate and produce strong, healthy children. Still they were slaves where once they had been the pride of Starfleet. He wondered if anyone still looked for them.

"I woke up wondering where I was again!" She shook her head. "Our master wants me off the drugs to give him strong children but so far trying to wean off is proving hopeless! Not that I'm in a rush to give him children!" She looked into Jason's eyes. "You, yes but him, no."

Jason stiffened at the word master, It ate at him like a cancer. He had been a Starfleet Commander and now he was the human equivalent to a prize bull. I heard you heather and I agree but we can only keep postponing this so long. What I really wish is for us to be free."

Heather nodded. "I know you do, so do I but unlike you I'm dependant on the drugs he gives me. Until I'm weaned off...if it ever happens, I'm stuck here! Whether I want to be or not!!" She moved around infront of him and cuddled him, her hair getting wet both from his chest and the shower. "I love you, you know that. I'll do whatever I can to help get you out of here! The master trusts me, I just have to use that trust to get you and the others out of here any way I can."

He shook his head, "We're not going anywhere without you Heather. We're all in this together. We're all going to get out or none of us are and we'll get you weaned off those drugs. I promise."

She nodded and smiled. "What if I end up pregnant Jason? A baby born under these circumstances would be an addict just like me, I don't want that for a baby! Our master is expecting us to breed for him regardless." She could feel herself becoming weak at the knees, it would soon be time for her next dose which was sitting in the bedroom. Her hands were shaking which was plain to see. "I know you don't like doing it but it's time for my dose, I don't trust myself with it." She hung her head.

We're going to have to keep stalling Heather until we can find a way out of here! He snorted, "I know what our 'master' expects Heather. Doesn't mean I have to like it." He sighed when she mentioned her dose. "Maybe we can try giving you half a dose? Do you think that would work?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "I'm willing to try, if it gives me a clearer head it'll be better." She gave him a gentle yet romantic kiss. "Do you think if we were aboard ship that we'd have even noticed each other?"

"Lets try." He suggested, "If needed I can give you the rest. He returned the kiss. "Oh, I'm sure we would have. Your too pretty not to notice."

Heather grinned as she kissed him once more before heading out of the shower and grabbing a towel. She dried off before walking into the bedroom and grabbing her dose to give to him. "Looks like the master is planning something, our clothes have been changed. Looks like we're entertaining again." She hated entertaining as they were always showed off infront of their masters friends and business colleagues as his prize breeding slaves.

"I believe you are right Heather" He sighed, "At least we get to wear clothes this time. I wonder what he has in store for us this time." Jason questioned though he really didn't want to know.

"I really hope it's not like last time" She shivered at the thought. "I don't like the way he lets other men inspect me like I'm some prize breeding pet!" She held up her dose. "You ready to do this?"

"But Heather, that's how he and the rest of them see us. We're livestock to them nothing more." He nodded, "Yes, lets do this."

Heather sat on the edge of the bed, she waited as Jason gave her half her usual dose little realising that their master had arranged for a much more potent dose to her usual wanting to ensure total obedience. As her dose was administered she flopped back onto the bed, closing her eyes as the dose took effect. The result wasn't anything that Jason hadn't seen before but not in the last six months. For the next few hours at least she would be a doped up, extremely obedient slave.

Jason hated what the drug did to Heather. It made extremely obedient, almost a zombie for a few hours. he watched as she flopped back on the bed and closed her eyes. In a few minutes the drug would take over and the Heather he knew and loved would be lost at least for a few hours.

Heather reached for Jason's hand before finally succombing to the drug's effects. She knew the routine and obediently and silently dressed ready for the hours ahead.

When their master arrived he smiled and took his time to enjoy running his hands over her himself. His guests would be allowed the same pleasantries as long as they didn't attempt intercourse. Anything else was considered acceptable including private time to enjoy what Heather had to offer. He had a very important guest arriving who liked to pleasure female slaves. "Excellent" His fingers trailed down her body enjoying every part of her. "You will please my guests tonight, both of you!" He grinned. "I have those who enjoy watching slaves mate." He laughed. "Heather...you will pleasure my guest, you will obey his every desire."

Jason seethed with anger at the master's treatment of Heather. He looked at her like she was an animal. He proved it by saying he had guests who wanted to see slaves mate. He knew what that meant. He and Heather would be performing tonight.

[TBC]