Questionable Morality - Chapter 4
Questionable Morality
Chapter Four
He took dinner in his quarters, his thoughts always going
back to her. Even now, he wanted her. The lust was that powerful. Reed could
still feel her phantom fingertips on his flawed skin. Her scent was still part
of him. He could have taken her again, reeling as he spent himself inside her,
coveting another release. But, her touch had sparked something inside him, a
dormancy that was now a full-fledged flood. He took a bite of the pasta dish,
washed it down with some wine, and placed his napkin on the dish as he
finished.
--
Sato rested on her cot in the brig, wrapped in a towel and
nothing more. Sleep eluded her once again as the events this morning mocked her
attempts to rest. She had heard the rumors about him � the accident � the
scarring. That would explain the leather-like channels she had felt along his
back and ass. The mechanical lock to the outside door clicked open and she made
no attempt to move. It was probably Bishop coming back from a date. She had
watched silently as the others came and went as they pleased, her crew never
ceasing to amaze her. They hardly slept. The men rarely made an appearance, having
'bagged some babes' their first night aboard.
The brig wasn't exactly soundproof either and there were
several nights Sato got an earful of the orgies that were standard practice
next door. She took to sleeping in her bathroom to avoid the visuals. She
turned quickly as the door to her cell clicked open.
Reed stood there, leaning against the doorframe and smoking
a cigar.
Hoshi sat up and held the towel to her meager assets. Her
hair was piled on top of her head, ringlets of errant hair straying from the
clip. She stood. "Come to give me another lesson, Captain?"
If it weren't for the lighting and the traffic he would have
fucked her where she stood. Instead he whispered something that even he didn't
recognize. "Come with me." He reached for her and she froze.
"Please," he added.
She moved then, crossing to the bathroom and quickly
dressing.
He waited next to the door, fists clenched and arousal
stirring deep within him.
She came out of the bathroom, jumpsuit clinging to her and
hair still up.
He turned from her and walked out the door, not bothering to
look at her. If he did, he would take her right there. Her reaction to him be
damned.
Reed walked quickly down the corridor, the only clue that
she was following him was the rapid padding of her bare feet along the deck
plating. "Where are we going?" she asked.
He reached a door she had never seen before and he punched
in a code. The door opened and she could see only darkness. "My
quarters," he replied, standing with his back to her and giving her a
choice.
"Why?" she whispered.
He spun around on his heel then, his eyes fixed on the set
of her arms as the crossed over her chest. She took a step back and saw a
penetrating fear in her eyes. He held his hand out to her. "I want you,
and I know you want me." He could see bleakness in her eyes and lowered
his hand, anger at her seething beneath his usually calm demeanor, but more so
of himself for what she would have to do. "You will be raped � probably
repeatedly. You will be asked to do things that�"
Reed stopped his rationale speech as soon as she touched
him. She grasped his hand and wrapped her other arm around him, nuzzling the
space just below his ear.
Sato could hardly contain the seething desire within her. It
was bitter and laced with shame, but she couldn't deny his words. She did want
him. She wanted to be with him for however long she could. He looked almost
repentant as he spoke to her, as if some part of him sought her forgiveness.
She kissed him, melting into him and seeking a measure of comfort before she
was turned over to the mission.�
He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him, and
they stumbled into the darkness. Reed placed her gently on the bed and removed
the jumpsuit from her body. With each inch of skin he revealed, he kissed and
bit at her with a tender fierceness.
She was mindless by the time he stripped her clothing
entirely off of her and even more so when his touch left her. Hoshi could hear
the rustle of him disrobing and the quick pace of his breathing. She jumped as
his fingers stroked her thigh, and moaned when his fingers delved into her slickness.
He stoked the fire inside her, bringing her to the edge of release and carrying
her over it as the touch of his beard scraped along the tender flesh of her
inner thigh. He tasted her, licking the evidence of her ongoing arousal.
She was so responsive, writhing beneath his affections. He
could feel her shatter beneath him and moved to possess her. He kissed a hot
trail up her body and pressed the tip of his cock to her tight entrance. She
opened to him eagerly and hooked her heels behind him, pulling him into her.
She danced her fingers up his corded arms and he shifted quickly, grasping her
wrists and pinning them beside her head.
She saw only his shadow as he plunged within her repeatedly.
She balled her hands into fists wanting to touch him. She wanted to do
something other than lay there, so she moved her hips in sync with his,
deepening their union. He nipped at her neck and she arched her back.
His possessive nature asserted itself and he bit her neck
again, this time marking her as his. His release overcame him and he snapped,
biting harder and lapping at the welt as it rose. He rested inside her, his
body heavy on top of her. After a few seconds, Sato shifted under him and
groaned in protest.
He rolled off of her and sat up and she moved to touch him,
her arm and hand wrapping around his back and around his stomach. Reed was back
on top of her in a moment, pinning twisting her arm cruelly. "Don't touch
me! Don't ever touch me again!"
Sato winced at the pain, but didn't flinch at his inflection.
"Because of the scarring?"
Reed flinched, but she was unable to see it. "I don't
need your god damn pity."
"Captain Reed, you inspire many things inside me, but
pity isn't one of them," she stated calmly and continued. "Fear and
hatred being the forerunners."
He rolled off of her, his mind repeating her words over and
over.
Hoshi made no moves toward him, the fear she felt toward him
surfacing. "You make me feel weak and inferior, and I hate both of us for
that." She was tired of feeling like a mouse dancing around a lion and
finally moved. She turned to her side and propped herself up on her elbow.
"Although you had your part in my demise, I'm to blame if I don't survive
the mission. I know what will be asked of me. I know what I'll have to
do." She placed her hand lightly on his chest and he groaned, grasping her
wrist lightly. Emboldened, she leaned over him, and kissed him. She could smell
the tang of his cigar and her femininity upon his breath. "Trust me,"
she whispered finally.
Reed sealed the kiss, lost to her when she dared to touch
him again, and lost to her as the loose mass of her silky hair brushed against
his shoulder. He turned toward her, seeking her touch, almost demanding it like
a neglected soul. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him in one deft
movement, her bottom delectably pinning his knees down, and her hands placed
against chest for balance. He sought her lips, but found nothing, shivering as
her lips pressed against his collarbone.
She continued to push him, making a wet path and nipping his
skin down his chest and stomach. His hands were in her hair now, guiding her
exploration of him. Hoshi could feel the press of his erection against her
chest as she traversed her way toward it.
His breath caught when he felt her lick the head of his cock
hesitantly. She took his shaft deeply into her mouth and tortured him slowly.
Moans of pleasure escaped his lips as he became whole beneath her.
Hoshi swallowed his semen reflexively, not wanting to let
him go or relinquish the sense of control she had gained over him. She felt him
tug on her hair and she kissed her way back up his body, resting on his chest.
He sighed and spoke to the darkness. "You have a
strange way of showing somebody you hate them."
--
Their lessons continued several times a day throughout the
days leading up to their rendezvous with Enterprise, always in the dark. Hoshi
stretched as she stepped from her shower, and looked at the faint bruising
along her neck. He did that when he lost control. He always bit and licked
excitedly along her neck and shoulders.� There was a trail of bruises along the
path he marked. He still wouldn't turn the lights on and she didn't care. In
her mind, she knew what he looked like, having trailed her fingers into the deep
strands of corded skin along his chest, back and ass. That drove him crazy. She
had nobody to blame but herself for her bruises.
Her musings halted as the amber lighting flashed. Their time
was up. Shortly she would be transferred to Enterprise.
--
Reed pushed back from the table and offered his host a
cigar, as the steward cleared the dishes away. He wanted to kill the man in
front of him and be done with it. But murder was another one of those pesky
laws that if broken, garnered a death sentence. Especially when it involved a
Starfleet captain.
"No thanks," Captain Jonathan Archer refused and
continued. "And they were there the entire time."
Reed drew heavily on his cigar and chuckled. "Their
shielding device is tricky that way."
An uncomfortable yet companionable silence fell between the
two men.
Archer placed both hands on the table and leaned forward.
"So what can I do for you, Malcolm?"
A cloud of smoke rose between them. "I heard a strange
rumor and wanted to know if it was true." Reed didn't blink. He couldn't
afford to show any weakness now.
Archer smiled. "Such as?"
"I spoke with Trip shortly before he died and he told
me you were involved in some illegal activities." Reed watched as Archer
leaned closer.
"Oh really?"
Reed didn't see the silent signal for a guard.
"Trip always was an idealist. He told me that you were
responsible for the disappearances of the Earth Cargo Ships. A tidy profit is
turned in selling people apparently." Reed chewed on his cigar.
The door to the mess opened and two armed guards entered.
Reed took a look at the guards and smiled. "They really
aren't necessary. Especially when you hear what I have to offer."
Intrigued, Archer nodded to the guards to leave.
"As rumors go, I'm sure you've heard about my financial
slump," Reed stated. "An opportunity presented itself to me a few
weeks ago."
"I'm listening," Archer urged.
"Several weeks ago, I came across the E.C.S. Celestial,
who was en route with a shipment of weapons for the Klingons."
Archer remained silent.
"Officially, the Celestial resisted arrest and the
entire crew was lost. Unofficially, I boarded her with no problem. Once I
attempted to arrest the crew, most of them were executed for resisting. Eight
survived. They've been � entertaining� my crew for the last few weeks. I'll be
able to unload the cargo just fine. The Celestial has been scraped for parts
already. But I just don't have the connections to get into the � slave
market."
"And just what makes you think I have such
connections?" assumed Archer.
"Trip was very adamant in his accusations, Captain. He
was convinced he could persuade you to stop." Malcolm grinned and set his
cigar down.
Archer remained silent and Reed continued. "I've gotten
my use of them, now it's time to unload them."
"I want to see them," Archer stated so softly that
Reed almost didn't hear him.
"Fine. We can head over to the Intrepid and�"
"I want to see them here. I'm sure your security can
arrange to transport them here."
Reed nodded and reached for his communicator. He flipped it
open. "Reed to Gomez."
"Go ahead, sir."
"Round up the Celestial crew and bring them to Enterprise."
He flipped the communicator shut without waiting for a reply. He picked his
cigar up and drew heavily on it, blowing a ringlet of smoke into the air.
"So, what's the going rate for slaves nowadays?
--
The Enterprise brig looked just like the Intrepid's brig,
two bunks and a bathroom for each cell. Her crew was silent, and she could feel
their fear. Sato stood and started to pace her cell. Mukai, her engineering
assistant, watched her unabashedly. She was about Hoshi's height with Asian
features much like Hoshi's. Her hair was cut in a pageboy style so as not to
interfere with her work and she was petite.
"Don't worry, Captain. We've got it made in the shade
as long as we fuck and suck who they tell us to," Mukai commented
half-heartedly, her New England accent making the statement sound cruder than
it already was. "It's the guys I'm worried about � Spangler in
particular."
Their conversation was cut short as the door opened. Reed
and Archer walked in, Archer with a scanner in his hand. He stood in front of
Hoshi's cell, scanned her and Mukai, walked to the next, and repeated the
process.
Hoshi glared at him.
"No tracking devices," Archer murmured more to
himself. "No diseases, and young."
Reed chewed on his cigar, unable to look at Hoshi. Their
last night together had been passionate and filled with desperation, her
resting on top of him, never relinquishing contact with him. She murmured
something in her sleep about being warm and she nuzzled his chest. The
perpetual state of arousal he was in whenever he was with her, got the better
of him. He took her with a slight adjustment of his hips and woke her up. After
they were spent, she nipped his earlobe and whispered to him. "No matter
what happens, my crew comes first." Then she fell asleep.
"As a finders fee, you'll get forty percent and�"
"Fifty," Reed stated his stance one where there
would be no negotiations.
Archer paused and smiled, as he approached Hoshi's cell.
"You'll get your cut in a month. Just set up an account under a false name
and I will wire the credits."
"You never did answer my question," Reed said.
"How much is the going rate for slaves nowadays?"
Archer shrugged and continued to stare at Hoshi. "It
varies. Sometimes it's ten thousand. Sometimes it's twenty."
Reed turned, the hole in his stomach growing larger.
"I'll send you my account number." He left.
Hoshi glared at Archer and he smiled back at her. He pressed
the comm button and leaned against the glass. "I'm going to enjoy
you."
Hoshi shuddered as she watched him leave.
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TBC