Prelude to rescue

Posted on Tue Jan 7th, 2020 @ 4:21pm by Lieutenant JG Heather De La Rosa {Kelea-Salik} & Captain Gary Taylor

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: Various
Timeline: 1 month before rescue
1765 words - 3.5 OF Standard Post Measure

Heather and Jason had spent the last year making themselves the indispensable female and male slaves to gain the trust of the master, earning the role had earned both of them more freedom around their master's home. Now had come the time they'd focussed so hard on, the master was going out and they were left in charge of the other slaves. There'd be no hope of escape with his security measures but it did leave them the chance of getting into his office.

"Wish me luck" Heather gently cupped her lover's face before kissing him. "I love you. No matter what I want you to remember that."

Jason kissed her softly, "I love you too. You know that. Nothing will change that. Nothing." He reaffirmed. "Just be careful."

Heather nodded. They waited for the master to depart, giving ample time for his transport to leave the island before Heather made her move. Little did she know that there was another female slave in the house who was looking to take the top spot and gain their master's trust. Entering his office she made her way around in the dark at torchlight not daring to put on a light, she found his desk and set about carefully rummaging through everything that was there. She didn't really know what she was going to find, until she stood infront of a trip alarm beam underneath the desk without realising it.

The master had suspected something for a while, his transport had left the island without him as he'd hidden himself away outside waiting for the right moment. Heather heard the creek of the rear office door to the garden, she quickly dived under the desk for cover hoping she wouldn't be found.

Jason anxiously awaited Heather's return. She was taking longer than she should, He was torn in what to do. if he went to her it would give their master evidence that they were in this together and they would never get another chance to escape. If he did nothing Heather ran the risk of being caught and punished but the master liked her so chances her punishment wouldn't be too bad. He did nothing.

Heather sat in silence beneath the desk, hoping she wouldn't be discovered. Her hopes were dashed as the master reached his desk and moments later his hands yanked her forcefully out from underneath the desk.

His hands held her firmly. A look of shock, anger and disappointment crossed his face. "Slave! Why are you in my office? You have no business here!" He shook her, "Answer me!" He roared.

"I...I was...just curious master! You never let anyone in here!" She knew it was a lame excuse but she didn't know what else to say. "I wanted to know...how best to please you master! I'm sorry!!"

"No one is allowed in here for a very simple reason! It is my office, where I conduct business. I would have thought even a pleasure slave would have known that. I am very disappointed in you. You are not beaten, you are well fed and cared for. You even are allowed to wear clothes. Clearly I have been too lenient with you. Changes will have to be made."

"Please master!! I won't let you down again! I swear!!" She stood looking at their master hoping he'd believe her pleading routine. Right now she wanted to be back with Jason, safe and sound.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure you won't. Yet you still must be punished, as an example to the other slaves not to cross me." He replied decisively. "The question is how best to do that."

Heather didn't answer, she couldn't answer that question. She had no choice but to wait for her master's decision.

He looked at her, saw how scared she looked. That was good. She and the others needed to know their place. He treated them well but they were still slaves. This one was his favorite along with the male. Yet she needed to remember her place. he could not let go without being punished in some way.

"I'll do anything to earn your trust again master!" She looked at him studying his reaction. She couldn't sense him, not very well anyway just fragments but she was trying to get an incling of what he might be feeling. "Please master!!"

He reached a hand out and caressed her cheek softly. "You have disappointed me. I'm sure for the first and last time." He looked at her, suddenly he had it! "Part of your punishment is you will be separated from the male slave for a period of one month. You will stay in my quarters. During this time you will be a serving slave." He looked at her to see her reaction.

Heather couldn't help but look away, tears welled up in her eyes at the mere thought of being seperated from Jason. He kept her grounded, kept her head clear between doses of the drugs and now she was being seperated from him. "Y...Yes master." She knew she couldn't refuse, to refuse would bring his anger down on Jason as well.

He nodded, "Much better slave. Learn this lesson well and we need not ever have this unpleasantness repeated. Is that understood?"

Heather nodded, she didn’t want her master to see her tears. When he wasn’t looking she raised a hand and dried her eyes. She had to be strong now. She looked at her master as she started removing her clothing, she knew she wouldn’t be allowed them until he deemed it fit.

"Remember this lesson Heather." He said using her name for the first time. "I do not wish to repeat it. You are valuable to me as long as you serve me and behave as you should. Displease me and I will get rid of you and you will never see your male again."

Heather nodded. She slipped out of her dress and removed her underwear standing naked in front of her master as she had many times before. Next would come the shackles and the collar, along with more drugs. Then she wouldn’t care whether or not she was having sex with him as the drugs would make her simply want to please him.

He stood looking at her not saying anything then after what seemed an eternity he spoke, "Go and find your male. "He will place your shackles and collar on. It will add to your shame that he does it as you are fond of him."

Heather nodded and walked out of the office, her shame evident for all to see. Reaching Jason she looked up at him. “The master says...you will shackle and collar me.” The sadness was evident in her eyes.

"What?! No Heather, I, I can't do that!" He said dismayed by what she was telling him.

The master stepped out from behind Heather, "No, you will shackle and collar her. You will make sure the shackles and collar are tight so she cannot slip them off. "Understand?"

Jason nodded dejectedly, "I understand."

Heather wished she could hold him but with the master looming behind her there was no chance of that. The tight shackles tended to pinch and rub but she was being punished. She would have to endure for the next month.

Jason finished placing the shackles on Heather and stepped back. He knew the master would want to check their tightness. As he did his eyes met Heather's and they were full of sadness. He would gladly change places with her.

Heather nodded. “The master says I can see you again in a month, if I do as I’m told.” She turned and held her hands out for their master to check her shackles.

The master looked at Jason even as he checked Heather's shackles and found them tight. "One month. Then you can be together again."

Heather nodded as she looked at Jason then back at their master. “Yes master!”

"Make sure you both remember this! I gave you certain privileges and you took advantage of my kindness. I will not tolerate another act of disobedience." He said firmly.

Heather felt afraid she wasn’t sure if she could fight the effects of the drugs without Jason, for the next month she’d be a mere shell of herself as she had been when Jason first met her. She just hoped she’d come out the other side.

Jason's eyes were full of sadness as he looked at Heather. The next month would be hell for both of them but more so for Heather as she had to fight the drugs by herself.

~ A few hours later ~

Heather lay sprawled out on her master’s bed, he’d made sure she was given a full dose of control drugs before spending hours enjoying her body. Under his control there was no fight just a compliant woman giving him whatever he wanted and that she had done. Her body was shining with the perspiration of their love making, she slowly stirred simply rolling onto her back the collar still around her neck and her hands still shackled.

He came out of the bathroom from taking a shower and he looked at her. "I can see why your male enjoys you so much." He chuckled and continued, "We have a month of this to go, so continue to please me and you will be back with your male."

"Yes...master" Heather replied obediently. "I will do... Whatever you say."

"I know you will because you are a smart slave and you want to be reunited with your mate." Her master said with an evil chuckle.

"No...I..." For a moment her pain of loss broke through the fog and she pulled herself up on the bed. "Why should I please you? You're nothing but a...rapist!!" She sank back on the bed.

"I am your master, I own you, I own all of you! You are no longer Starfleet. You are now slaves, my slaves. Remember that and you will live comfortably, ignore it and life will be hard and short."

Heather nodded and looked away, she looked up in shock as he walked over to the bed and dosed her with the control drugs again. She’d never been double dosed and the effect was immediate, her head spun and she flopped back onto the bed as her system was overtaken by the effects. She lay docile on the bed and didn’t say another word.

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