Magok (part 2)

Posted on Fri Jun 29th, 2012 @ 6:19am by Commodore Samantha York
Edited on on Fri Jun 29th, 2012 @ 6:28am

533 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Subjugation
Location: In the Mines

[CONTINUED]

[OLD]

Sam set the knife and vest carefully on the floor and turned to face Magok, her disruptor tucked into her bra, and began to do as he ordered.

[NEW]

She took her time, deliberately stalling to look for a slip in his attention, a glance to the side.

Finally, she stood before him in her underwear, still defiant. She used her telepathic abilities to aid in the subterfuge. She was cooperating. She recognized that Magok was right. She was tired of fighting and willing to give in to Magok so that he could run both sectors.

"Not good enough, Samantha," Magok whispered. His eyes scanned her body with a lascivious gleam. "Never mind." He walked up to her, pressing the disruptor into her stomach so it would discharge if she made a wrong move. "It's not as much fun if it's too easy." He leaned forward and began to kiss her shoulder.

She sucked in her breath, afraid he would find her disruptor. Fortunately he mistook it for reaction and chuckled softly. "Good." He ran his free hand across her body as he continued to kiss her neck and shoulder.

Sam shuddered in revulsion, sending more empathic thoughts to make him think the opposite. His hand went to her breast and squeezed, eliciting another gasp from Sam. If he found her disruptor now, he'd shoot her. Her hands went to his shoulder and began to slip off his jacket. "Your turn," she said, forcing her voice to sound husky.

Magok laughed triumphantly. "Yes, I think I'll enjoy this quite a bit."

Sam carefully unbuttoned his shirt, brushing against his chest as she did so and giggling. She reinforced her mental shields so he'd feel only what she wanted him to feel. Think of Damon she reminded herself. If she didn't focus, she was going to be sick. She 'accidentally' left the last two buttons and slid the shirt off his shoulders, making sure it caught on his disruptor. Without thinking, he let it drop so he could pull out his hand.

In that moment, Sam pulled out her disruptor and shot him. She shot him again just to make sure he would stay unconscious for a while and dressed, securing both her weapons again. Then she picked up Magok's disruptor and holster and fastened them to her belt. "I hope it was as good for you as it was for me," she said, her tone heavy with sarcasm as she slipped out the tent. In the chaos of the riots and fires, she would be far away when he either woke up or was discovered.

Sam stepped out of the tent and took a deep breath. Even the acrid air was welcome at the moment. That was too close. She'd been so focused on getting to the lower mines she'd let her guard down in other areas.

Now, she took a moment to regroup and refocus. Damon. She looked around to regain her bearings. She oriented herself on the fire and the glow from the mining area. I'm coming. She pulled out the disruptor and slipped into the dark.

OFF

Captain Samantha York
Commanding Officer

 

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