Questionable Morality - Chapter 6
Questionable Morality
Warning! Subject matter depicts attempted rape!
Chapter Six
The exchange went down without a hitch. Well, almost. She
was pretty sure Captain Sato was dead. Archer was a ruthless bastard, as he
went about breaking her that night. Mukai helped her to her bunk as best she
could, but she was nothing but dead weight. She was tending to her the next
morning when she finally came to.
Mukai brushed Hoshi's hair from her face. "I bet you
did everything he told you do, but he pushed for more, didn't he?"
Hoshi nodded and shifted uncomfortably in her bed. "It
was never enough for him. He wanted me to � enjoy it. I couldn't stop
shaking."
That was when they came for them using shock sticks to cull
the herd, they separated everybody from Hoshi. Mukai was frantic at that point,
yelling for her Captain. Harsh fingers clasped her face and she looked into
Archer's cold fact.
"Don't worry. I've got other plans for her."
Mukai screamed at the top of her lungs as they dragged her
away. The sound of phase pistol fire in Hoshi's cell silenced her. Silently,
she raged against the knowledge that her captain was dead.
They were taken to a planet where they were processed. The
stifling heat was enough to make them cough. They were stripped to their
skivvies and a metal ring was placed around one of their ankles. Then the men
were separated from the women and loaded onto a transport.
�"Where are they going?" Mukai asked.
The alien, who stood well over two meters tall with long
hair and an egg shaped head, snorted. "They're headed to the Southern
mine."
She had never seen this species before.
After lots of pushing and shoving and a couple of shocks to
their anklets, Mukai, Bishop, and Lindsey were taken to a barracks-like
building. The room was lit poorly, and the group could hardly see the ground to
walk. The door banged close with a slam and all the background noise in the
room halted abruptly.
�All right! Women!� a voice whistled.
�Hey, what am I? Chopped liver?� another voice replied.
�You don�t count, Biscardi!�
Hoots and whistles greeted the three women and several men
stepped out of the shadows. Lindsey and Bishop stepped behind Mukai, which was
almost comical as she was one and a half meters tall, give or take an inch,
compared to there statuesque nature.
A man with unruly cooper-like hair reached out to touch Lita
and she responded by grasping his wrist and flipping him. She knelt on him,
placing her knee on his throat. She would be damned if she was going to be
fucked over by other prisoners, especially human ones at that.
She pinned him to the ground amidst shouts and obscenities.
�E.C.S. whores!�
�Cargo trash!�
Lita kept the man pinned to the ground as he struggled.
Lindsey and Bishop were backed up against a wall.
�That�s enough, Lieutenant!� a voice with a southern accent
commanded.
Lindsey and Bishop�s would-be attackers backed away
immediately as did the group around Mukai.
Lita�s eyes flashed toward the direction of the voice and a
shadow moved. �You can let go of my crewman, Miss.�
The shadow stepped into the light � a tall man, with several
months� growth of sandy-colored hair and bright blue eyes. �You�ll have to
excuse my crew, Miss, but these past few months have been � well, they�ve been
hell.�
Lita made no move to get up and continued staring at the
man.
�Name�s Captain Charles Tucker,� he smiled, trying to coax a
response from the woman with the wild look in her eye. He could only imagine
what Jon had put her through already.
His crewman's captor was unrelenting in her hold. He needn't
use his imagination to know what she had been through. Two of his female
crewmembers were still having flashbacks to their time aboard Enterprise. He
had been lucky though. A little over two-thirds of his crew was alive and well.
The ones who hadn't made it were either executed or dead from heat exhaustion.
This planet was unrelenting. During the ten months they had been here, they
discovered there were only two seasons here -- hot and hotter than hell.
Tucker had been a fool. His 'friend' had lost any moral
fiber to his character a long time ago. He was insane to think he could change
Jon's mind, much less make him go legit.
Mukai watched the subtle play of muscles over his lean
figure and saw his non-threatening, yet firm stance. He was dressed only in his
Starfleet regulation underwear, as was the rest of his crew. That stance spoke
volumes. If she didn't release his crewman soon, he would let the jackals of
his crew at her. Lita pushed up from her captive and jumped in front of Lindsey
and Bishop. "We just want to be left alone," she shouted and held her
hands up.
Captain Tucker helped his crewman off the ground as the
young man coughed and sputtered and tried to catch his breath. He looked at her
and nodded. "Okay. But, you won't last long out here by yourself."
Trip could see the young Asian woman start to relax.�
"Everybody, leave the E.S.C. crew alone! That's an order!"
A low murmur permeated the room and the crowd started to
disperse.
"There are three vacant bunks over on the south wall.
They're yours for the taking. If any of my crew bothers you, don't pester me
with it. "Cause I don't want to hear it!"
Mukai watched Captain Tucker turn and walk toward the south
wall. He sprawled down on the bunk and fell fast asleep; soon his soft snores
were heard.
"Thank You!" yelled Mukai loudly.
Her only response was continued snoring.
--
He ran his fingers through her silken hair, which had
taken on a life all its own. The feel of it against his marred chest was ecstasy.
The fog of his dream lifted as the chirp of communicator
woke him.
He reached for it and flipped it open. "Go ahead."
"Sir, the transfer has been made. Six of the signals
are now stationary on the first planet in the Nantellis system."
Reed blinked. "Six?"
"The seventh signal is still aboard Enterprise,
Sir."
Reed sighed and ran his hand over his face. He needn't guess
who still remained onboard Enterprise. Archer was a sick bastard and reveled in
torturing his captives. He shuddered as he contemplated his actions, the mantel
of blame settled firmly on his shoulders. He would need to retrieve the crew
first. Not only did he give his word, in theory it was more practical to rescue
her crew. The more testimonials he could obtain, the more it guaranteed
Archer's conviction.
"Notify me, when Enterprise leaves the system. Reed
out!" He slammed the communicator shut and got out of bed. There would be
no more sleep for him.
--
He invaded her body with harsh, sharp thrusts, his shallow
breaths sickening in her ear. She was disconnected now, not feeling anything,
yet making the appropriate noise and movements to signal her 'enjoyment'. The
bastard had made it perfectly clear he could still make life unbearable for her
crew. Soon, this would all be over. Sato closed her eyes and took solace in the
darkness. The darkness was the only place she had ever been happy.
--
A shock to their ankle roused them to their first day of
servitude.� The shock was so severe, Mukai jolted straight up in bed. Normally
that wouldn't be a problem, but she had taken the bottom bunk and her head
connected with the steel under supports from the bunk above with a resounding
clang.
"Goddamn, mother fucker, titty-sucker, two-ball
bitch!" Mukai held the gash on her forehead, moisture, goose egg, and the
throbbing pain telling her she would probably need some stitches.
"You okay, Lita?" Lindsey jumped down and turned
around, her long auburn hair plastered to her body. Her red underwear stuck to
her like a second skin.
Lita felt light headed and dabbed at the trickle of blood.
"What's wrong with her?" Bishop asked irritably,
rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Out of the entire crew onboard the Celestial, there was one
person Lita wouldn't mind seeing spaced � Sandy Bishop. She was lithe with long
blonde hair and hazel eyes. Her tits were probably implants and her waist was
veritably non-existent. She was most every healthy adult males dream of a sex
goddess. And there was just something about the whiny quality of her voice that
grated on Lita's nerves.
Just then, a female voice interrupted the scene. "Here.
Let me take a look at it."
Lita craned her neck and saw a woman with a bag standing
before here.
"I'm a doctor," she explained, as she reached out
to tend to Lita's early morning wound.
"Thank you," Lita winced.
"Don't touch her." The fire in Tucker's eyes meant
business, but Doctor Elizabeth Cutler ignored his order.
"That's a goddamn order!" he shouted. "I
don't want ya wastin' what limited medical supplies we have on them."
Cutler remained calm and continued swabbing the cut on Mukai's
head. "I took an oath, Captain, and I �"
"I don't care about yer damn oath, Liz!" Tucker
made a grab for the supplies, but Lindsey, who was close by, beat him to them.�
"You don't have to be such a prick about it, Captain
Tucker," grumbled Mukai.
"Yeah!" agreed Bishop wholeheartedly.
"Will you shut the fuck up?" Lita exclaimed at
Bishop.
"You're the one who said you wanted to be left
alone," Tucker asserted and crossed his arms over his bare chest.
Doctor Cutler placed a butterfly bandage on Lita's forehead
as Lita glared at Tucker. "I just don't relish the idea of becoming
convenient fuck buddies for your crew."
She winced as she stood.
"I don't� " Tucker started.
"Enough!" Cutler shouted. "You two have
better come to an understanding because you have to live and work
together."
Mukai and Tucker looked at the doctor as she gathered up her
supplies and left with Lindsey and Bishop in tow.
Mukai glared at her crewmates' retreating backs as they
abandoned her.
Tucker watched the play of expressions of the woman's face �
pain, fear, and abandonment. His ankle started to throb as the current started
to crackle to life. The breakfast hour was almost up. It was time to get to
work. He ran his hand through his already unruly hair and sighed. "Look. I
can only imagine what ya went through on Enterprise, but my crew isn't like
that. If any of them get out of line, just let me know and I'll deal with
them."
Lita scoffed. "What are you going to do to them? Sell
them into slavery? Take away treats? Put them on restriction? Drop them�"
"Don't push me." Tucker menaced and took a step
toward her. Her mocking tone left quickly and she held up her hands in defense.
Tucker back away slowly, his anger still apparent. "I have ways of dealing
with my crew."
--
A slamming noise woke her up and she blinked rapidly,
letting her eyes adjust to the lighting. She heard the hiss of the door and sat
up.
Archer stood next to her bunk. "You were right, Captain
Sato. Your parents have no daughter."
His inflection was dangerous and she knew her time was up.
"It's time for you to earn your keep."
Archer backed away though the hatch to her cell, leaving it
open. She stared at the hatch and shadows in the hall moved. Laughter and
sickening comments were made as an ensign approached her. He was taking off his
clothes and his intentions were clear. The bastard licked his lips and she
backed away, hoping and praying they would just kill her and be done with it.
Faceless hands reached out to grab her and she lashed out.
She broke and started to scream.
Archer stood by calmly and watched the display with
interest. There was a tap on his shoulder and Travis Mayweather stood calmly
behind him. Travis handed him a PADD like it was a daily report.
"I'm claiming rights to my cargo, Captain," Travis
stated loudly so he could be heard over the hoots and howls of the officers in
the room.
Archer looked at the PADD and scoffed. On it was a bylaw,
which stated that if any crew of and E.C.S. ship went AWOL, the senior officer
of the ship had the right to hunt the suspect and, if capture, do whatever he
or she wanted with said suspect.
"You would deny the crew this � pleasure?" Archer
gauged the younger man before him, mistrust obvious in his stance.
"I still hold my affiliations with the Horizon, and she
went AWOL. I have the right, sir."
Travis was shaken inside as he listened to Hoshi's screams.
He had to help her.
"What do you plan on doing with her?" Archer
questioned, as he handed the PADD back to the young lieutenant.
"Well �" Travis hesitated. "I'm going to fuck
her and get my use out of her. I'll probably beat her and then I'll hand her
over to Phlox to patch her up. Eventually, I'll want to sell her."
Archer stared at Travis and the pause between them
stretched. Suddenly, Archer roared with laughter and slapped Travis on the
back. "I'll make a business man out of you yet."
Travis laughed with him and relaxed. Hoshi's screams tore at
his soul.
Archer made no move to stop the group from pawing Hoshi.
"That'll be enough! Lieutenant Mayweather has exercised Article 865.93.
"
Travis pushed the randy group of men out of the way as he
made his way to Hoshi.
She was pinned to the cot, her clothing hanging from her
body. Ensign Miller stood and straightened his clothes. "Come on,
Lieutenant. Let us have some fun before ya..."
"I'll do with her as I see fit, Ensign," Travis
growled lowly, as he hefted Hoshi into his arms. He wanted to cover her and
shield her from the cat calls and leers and tell her everything was going to be
okay, but he couldn't risk suspicion.
She trembled in his arms and he whispered as soothing words
as possible. Instinct had kicked in and she started to stir.
The crewmen, who were in line to accost her, followed Travis
like a ravenous pack of dogs, making generous offers to bed his whore. Travis
walked quickly and grimly throughout the halls and finally made it to his
quarters.
Somehow he managed to open the door, but he didn't stop
there. Travis continued through to the bathroom and slammed the hatch shut. He
set her down and she crumpled to the floor. He turned the shower on. There were
no cameras and no listening devices in the bathroom. Even Archer wasn't that
depraved.
"There aren't any cameras in here, so it should be safe
to talk." Travis shrugged out of the top of his uniform and tied it around
his waist as steam began to rise.
She cowered in the corner and he knelt in front of her.
"Oh God, Hoshi. I'm so sorry I couldn't get to you
sooner. I'm so sorry I couldn't get to you before Archer made his move. He's
been suspicious of me ever since I came aboard. I �" He bowed his head and
a tear escaped down his cheek. He had sacrificed her to keep his cover. So much
was riding on exposing Archer. The safety of E.C.S. crews hinged on his
mission. It was a bittersweet pill he swallowed. He had sacrificed her,
somebody who had become like a sister to him, in order to help faceless
strangers.
She continued staring into space, unable to hear him. The
smell was familiar, but her mind was blank with disgust and rage. Somebody was
talking to her, but her instincts were telling her to fight against anything
that touched her. Finally she lashed out.
Hoshi screamed and clawed at Travis, scratching his face and
drawing blood. She was incoherent and ranting, as she attacked her, and he
deflected her advances with gentle ease. Travis reached passed her and into the
shower, switching the water to cold. There was no other way to reach her.
The scratch on his face burned, but Travis ignored it as he
picked Hoshi up and hugged her. "Hoshi!"
She still fought him.
"Hoshi!" Travis gasped, as the cold water soaked
through his uniform. He turned and let the water spray over her, her screams
deafening.
Travis continued to hold her under the cold water as little
by little the fight drained from her body.
--
"Sir, Enterprise has moved out of the Nantellis
system." Lieutenant Gomez studied the data in front of her. It was
fortunate that one of the Celestial's crew had stayed on board; otherwise, they
would have lost the ability to track Enterprise.
"Lay in a course, maximum warp." Reed sat back in
his seat and a sense of urgency consumed him. "Alert the Grissom and the
Kennedy to rendezvous at the coordinates, priority delta, alpha, six-two-three.
Encode the transmission."
"Aye, Sir."
"What's our ETA?" Reed barked.
Gomez hurriedly made some calculations. "Three days,
twelve hours." She watched as her commanding officer stood and started to
pace. She had never seen him pace before.
--
Hoshi shivered in her sleep, her nightmares having yet to
surface as total exhaustion took hold. Instinctively, she knew she was safe as
strong, familiar arms held her. She took comfort in the darkness.
Travis shushed her as quietly as he could as they lay in his
bunk. He had kept his quarter's pitch black and had turned on some loud music
to avoid detection. Everybody's quarters were bugged, his no exception. He
looked at the green glow of the alarm clock at the head of his bed and prayed
this bluff worked. He didn't know what he was going to say or do when he
reported for duty in the morning. He would figure that out in the morning.
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TBC