Little Slave Girl Part 1

Posted on Sun Jul 13th, 2014 @ 6:04am by Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus

1,698 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Revenge
Location: Orion Girls Holding Area
Timeline: Concurrent

ON


The guards were in place and the Orion Girls had been separated and confined in their own place for safety; no unwanted pheromones being let loose. It amazed the OPS guys the diversity of their beauty; each one was a 'hottie' and yet still different. They had been watching them mingle amongst themselves and it was also known that they have problems with other females; such was the case as a couple of the Girls were separated from the central group.



A 'monarch' of the group; the most beautiful of them by far had dominated the girls for the most part; the varied levels of 'abuse' on the girls helped separate the ladder of the rankings. This woman had to be with the Guy Nero; she had pristine skin and little; if any, signs of abuse upon her. A willing 'Love Kitten' to this guy Nero who had run the arena. She told whom the group listened to and who was an outcast. 'Cat fights' broke out often but were squelched depending upon their ranking in the group, it was their way of keeping order.



The most abused of the girls was a loner; she had the poise of a model and the apparent glare of a minx, she was not liked by the Monarchy but at the same time they seemed to leave her alone. She had been in one fight that lasted the shortest time, eight second from first attack to one girl on her back with a foot on her throat while 'arm barred.' IT set the warning not to mess with that Slave Girl. She had short hair and her eye had been abused.






"One eyed and her depth perception had to be affected..." One of the OPS guys mentioned. "That is one girl not to mess with, might be fun for a night unless you do something she does not like." He whistled. "You might be in the Triage in a heat beat?"






For the most part the Slaves mingled and talked with the exception being two little Slaves that were in 'more' clothing that the others; they also kept close to the blankets. The 'fighter' Slave Girl was actually Kind, she seemed to want to comfort others but her efforts were hindered by the Monarchy. It would be noted that the Fighter Girl; as she was named, was not faring as well, she kept herself covered in a blanket; she had an embarrassed type of stature, she was hiding something and the dejection of her peers seemed to be getting to her.



“It is getting close to that time.” The Lead OPS Mitchell informed. “Make the announcement that lights out is in effect before we cut the lights.”



It was just another prison to the girls; new masters this time, they did not seem to mind the routine, like before they were conditioned to obey and not to give problems. It was sad really that beautiful women had been abused so badly that they accepted this as normal. Still it did not make much of a problem for the guards who were glad for the lax duty.






The lights cut out thirty seconds after the announcement.







=^= I am Sorry Master Damon! =^= the scream echoed in the speakers from the observation equipment. =^= I-I did as I was told…=^= the voice pleaded. =^= Do not leave me in the dark, don’t make me cold… I-I promise to do better if you give me a chance! =^=







Nathaniel had been doing rounds of the room, making sure the girls were settling in for the night and that no-one was causing any real trouble. He heard one of the girls screaming out, it had started just as soon as the lighting had been cut in her section. He slowly made his way over, wondering what could have made her so scared of it being dark.







=^= Turn on the lights, any lights just turn them on! =^= the Voice had moved.







The guards nearest the door saw the slight flash of the force field pushing someone back into the cell. Twin Torches illuminated the cell as a lone Slave Girl lay on her rump the bruised eye looking back at them and reluctant to move.






“Some lights please…” She asked in a trembling voice. “I-I promise to be good to anyone you ask if only a little light,… no colder, I am sorry for whatever I did to earn this punishment?”







"Leave one guard at the door, I'll handle this. She's the only one complaining that it's cold, seems a bit odd."




The guard grunted and allowed the Ops officer access, keeping a very good eye on him and the girl. Any sudden movements could very easily spell trouble.




"Hello, I'm coming in with an extra blanket." He said quietly showing the beacon strapped to his wrist and the blanket in his arms. "There will be enough light to see by, but I can't switch the overhead ones on, or leave this with you." Nathaniel said as he stepped inside. "I won't hurt you." He held his hands up for a moment and spoke with as much conviction as he could. "Just, please do me a favor and don't try to escape."


"Just not the darkness please." The Slave Girl looked up at him in the dim light from his torch, I'-I'll sleep right here, I have had to do that before just a bit o-of a traumatic recall situation..." She said slowly so not to stutter. "Anxiety brought on from a bad situation." She muttered. "T-the blanket would be nice." She was beginning to breathe a little more steadily. "Thank you my Master..." She stayed still except for a minor body tremble whole her one unhurt eye seemed to focus on his wrist and the light . "Sparta Rule 26... only seems like forever..." She muttered and





"I heard you mention punishment. What makes you think you are being punished? We dim the lights so everyone can sleep and the whole area is being temperature controlled." he very gently put the blanket around her and touched her right hand for a moment. "I'm not sure why but you seem to be the only one that is really cold, maybe I could talk to my bosses and get you shifted to the Triage? After all, I don't think being that cold is normal."


"Darkness and cold are the Damon's punishment..." She closed her eyes as the warmth of another blanket was of some comfort. "The floor is cold... I don't like the floor, not the cold..." She opened her eyes for a second. "You are going to put me back in the dark aren't you, not the kind sort are you...." She met his gaze with her own Betazoid eyes. "What is the name of my benefactor ... in case I wish to tell the Commodore of your kindness?" He was not like the others, he cared about what was going on, he had a gentle aura and the lacing of a soft tone from concern with ... she could just get away with it if she timed it right?





"My name is Nathaniel, I'll try and do what I can for you....Uh..."

"Thanks Master Nathaniel..." She clicked the wrist release and snatched the small torch from him, backing away in a flash, she had what she needed. ""I won't break it." She whispered while moving on well balanced feet and like a model on a runway as her habitual walk was apparent. "I'll give it back when the lights are back on... promise." She had to get back in her bed or this..."She looked back. "I just need the light please, they are going to put the lights out and I do not want to be alone in the dark again."

"I kind of need that torch back. I'll get in trouble, you don't want for that to happen now do you? I don't even know what to call you? Please, just give me the torch back and I'll see what I can do to help you, keep you warm and such." He replied, beckoning for her to hand the torch back.

"Type 42747523 and see what happens please, and I will return your torch." She told him. "Please do that for me, no one believes me and I am sure York will want to know?" She hated dropping the Command Officer's name as it might sound as though she were grasping at the dark but it was all she had left. "It will take you all of a few moments to verify the numbers Master Nathaniel?"

"I'm not so sure about this. It's a big risk I'm taking here." He tried to sound confident, but at least he was talking to the girl and not stammering, umm-ing or totally clamming up. "If you can give me your word on this and behave till I get back, I'll go look this up and see what comes of it. Okay?"

"You have my word, I will return this if you check those numbers they will allow you to get me what I need for this..." She hoped his aura was truly as sweet as it appeared to her?

"All right then." he replied and slowly stood up. "Try and stay as warm as you can and I'll be back as soon as possible." He motioned to the guard to let him out. He looked her in the eyes for a moment before he left to go to the main Ops point to get some answers.

It was torture all right, the anti-heritage drugs pumped into the atmosphere had affected her all right, no one had really cared about a small Slave Girl being a bit cold; her name mattered nothing since she is new and all she had was a stolen torch on low setting under her blanket to keep away the darkness at least. she could only wait until he had put though the numbers she gave it would at least cause some confusion and need to be checked at the very least. That would mean Sickbay as it had the right equipment and drugs to help her.

TBC

 

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