Terra Stone: Mistaken Identity Chapter 5

 

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 Terra Stone

Mistaken Identity

Chapter 5

 

Quintan Slaver House, Sutter’s World

Special Merchandise Cell

 

          It was difficult to tell the time in the cell she was in. It like her previous cell was lit by energy cells. Which were brightened or dimmer at the whim of those watching her. Terra was sure that she was under constant observation in this place. Any doubts that she may have had were laid to rest when right after being chain in this cell, she had picked up the food bowl and started to use her fingers to eat. It was then she felt the special features of her slave collar as an energy pulse was released from the collar directly into her neck causing her to collapse to the floor.

          There was no possible way for anyone to know unless there was some form of observation. Now much as she despised doing so, she got on all fours and only used her mouth to eat or drink like an animal. Mumbling to herself that legally she was only livestock and not a person under the laws of this planet. This was only getting worse for her. Terra didn’t even know what time it was. The handlers control the light levels in the cell. Handlers came and went at all the hours it felt like. Sometimes when she slept, which raised the question was her food being drugged?

          The last time she had woken wearing wrists and ankle cuff that felt like they were made of the same metal as her collar. She was not sure what the purpose of the cuffs were but was sure that she would not like it. Especially since the chain that had run from her slave collar to the ring bolted to the floor had been removed and she was able to most about the cell further than the chain had allowed her before. As she had noted before, this might be a pleasant place to stay were it not for the chains, cages, and devices intended for restraining someone to be used for the pleasure and enjoyment of others. In the pit of her stomach something told Terra that her being placed in this cell alone was not by chance. That sooner or later she would find herself secured in one of these devices to be the plaything of someone with more control of the situation that she was going to have.

          To her dismay, Terra was not going to have to wait a long time to find out. The intercom system announced that all slaves in special cell 5174 to be secured. She looked to the steel door to the cell thinking that she heard someone on the other side. Before she could finish the thought that they were coming for her, the cuffs on her wrist suddenly forcibly drawn together before her body and locked together as if they were one piece of metal wrapped around her wrists. She was not expecting this, there had been intelligence that such devices were available for use with prisoners. But she had no idea that slavers had already begun to use the technology as well. Then she found herself falling to the floor as the same thing had happened to her ankles as well as the sudden surprise of her ankles being pulled together throwing her off balance as she landed on the cushions with a thud.

          If it were not happening to her, she would have been impressed at the swiftness and efficiency of the devices locked on her. She lay completely secure and helpless to escape or resist in mere seconds. While Terra knew it was futile, yet she found herself pulling at the devices that bound her trying to pull them apart. I was only then that door slid open and five handlers entered her cell. After the door closed behind them the one that seemed to be in charge started giving directions to the others. The puzzling part was the leggy brunette was only wearing a sheer chamise and a slave collar like the one she wore only it had a golden sleeve on it. She walked over to Terra and squatted down next to her.

          “My aren’t you a lovely piece of slave meat.” The newcomer softly laughed she placed one finger on Terra’s lips telling her not to speak, “I am Misha, and yes, I am very much a slave, the same as you. How am I able to tell those male handers who are not slaves what to do? Well as you can see with those dazzling green eyes of yours, my collar has a silk sleeve on it. That means that I am a high slave in this house and a trainer of other slaves. Our Master, Lord Quintan deemed that with my talents I was worth more to him serving in his house as one of his slaves than he would make selling me to the highest bidder.” The way she spoke with a touch of arrogance and authority told Terra that she had given this speech countless times before. “Now I am going to remove my finger, but you are not to speak unless spoken to first. You will address me as Mistress and the others as Master or Mistress when you respond to them. If you fail to obey or cause any problems, then little slave you will feel the wraith of my pain wand.”

Terra had been introduced to the slavers pain wands and had no desire to feel one again. The movement behind where Misha squatted caught her eye. The others that had come in with Misha were adjusting and changes to the pleasure rack. The railing at the foot of the rack had been removed, a metal sheet had been laid over the leather straps that were woven together to make the place for the slave to lay, something else was place beside it but she could not tell what it was. One of the men stepped around Misha to effortlessly pluck her from the floor where she lay, placing Terra over his shoulder head to the rear, carrying her in the direction of the rack.

Despite all her training, Terra knew that there was nothing that she could do to prevent what was about to happen from happening. She was naked and securely restrained in a locked cell. Not to mention, there were two slaves and three handlers in the cell with her, she was good, but she was not that good. So, when she was lowered to the rack she didn’t fight or struggle. Much as she wanted to give the man handling her a piece of her mind for being too free with his hands and where he was touching her, she refrained as that girl Misha was standing near by with her pain wand ready to strike. They placed her in a kneeling position at the foot of the rack with her feet dangling over the edge. There was a buzzing sound, the anklets that locked her ankles released their hold and she was able to separate them.  

“Part your knees widely, slave” The man commanded, and Terra obey. Soon as she opened the placement of her thighs and knees, she heard another buzzing, and her ankles were locked in place to the metal sheet that she knelt upon. Two metal clamps, much like her cuffs, were placed at the top of her calves by her knees locking her legs in the position they were in. A chain was connected to her wrist’s cuffs locked before her body and a large round cushion was placed against the front of her thighs. The slack in the chain taken up till she found herself pulled forward over the cushion till her arms are fully extended and locked down to the steel plate before her. Fear filled Terra as she knew that in this helpless and vulnerable position, she was open to be penetrated at will for the pleasure of any that wished to make use of her.

“Don’t you look so adorable like this, pretty slave” Misha commented with a laugh as she lightly raked her fingernails over Terra’s vulnerable flesh. “I wonder what is so special about you little slave to warrant the Master’s personal attention.” She mused.

It was then that stocky and well-muscled man that Terra has seen twice before watching her with the man called Mester. This must be the Owner of the slave house and her now, Lord Quintan. His eyes roamed over her naked and secured vulnerable body. What he planned was obvious as he wore a fine silk robe and she doubted anything under it. Walking around her so that she could see him without straining to turn. Quintan smiled as he handed a small whip to the girl Misha, it had multiple leather blades each four foot in length. It didn’t take much imagination to figure out what the purpose of the whip was. It was to be used on slaves when they were displeasing or failed to obey. Slaves like her.

“So, this is slave 9876309,” leaning over to lift her chin to look into her face. “Or should I call you Agent Terra Stone of the Union Navy Investigation and Intelligence section.”

“How do y..” Terra did not get the chance to finish before Misha had brought the blades of the whip four times across her back and exposed bottom causing her to scream out in surprise and pain.

“You will address him as Master and speak only when spoken too, slave!” Misha had snarled at her.

“Misha, Misha.” Their Master admonished the high slave. “I did after all talk to the slave. It might have been more of a statement than a question. But that is academic. I will let you know when I wish this slave to be whipped. Understand?”

“Yes Master,” Misha responded lowering her eyes and steps back.

“Now to you pretty slave Terra” turning back to the helpless slave on the rack. “I suppose that girl is wondering how I know who she was before coming here.”

“Yes, Master.” She replied weakly as two panels slid back to reveal to viewing screens on the wall before her. The first showed a naked slave on a leash who was kissing and licking the boots of the man who held her leash with one hand and slave whip like Misha’s in the other. Terra did not know who this woman was or her connection to her, but it was clear that she had been beaten and punished till she broke. The other screen showed a man who was strapped to a rack designed for torture, he was naked as well with a slave collar on his throat. This one she knew, as it was Cyrus the man responsible for her being a slave in this place. It was clear that he had been tortured and abused by his captors.

“The fool Cyrus, you know. He is the reason you are here. When properly motivated he was quite talkative when it came to who he brought me as a slave and how that came to be. But I knew who you were before that.’ As he pointed to the other screen, “That is Lt Marla Rojas, or it was as she is now a slave like you. She was sent to try and infiltrate my business to look for you. Unfortunately, for the former Lieutenant, I have knowledge of all the intelligence staff working for your diplomatic delegation on this world. She was, it seems, a great admirer of yours. Now she is like you, my slave. I might even sell you both together as a set.” He laughed at what he found amusing. He opened his robe and showed Terra that she was right about nothing being worn under it. Terra struggled against the bonds that held her helpless as Quintan started to move behind her knowing that she could not stop him from taking her as a slave for his pleasure.

She could feel him as he pressed up close to her, biting her lower lip for what she knew was about to happen. Then the screens changed and the image of Mester appeared on them causing everything to stop.

“Lord Quintan! Forgive this intrusion, but there is an urgent call coming in from the Prime Ministers office for you.” Mester stated with a concerned expression on his face.

“Slave,” staring at the back of Terra’s head, “Don’t make a sound or not only you will suffer, but your little friend will have an accident. I have invested in nothing other than housekeeping and processing so her loss will not matter. Am I clear, slave?” Quintan coldly informed her.

“Yes, Master.” Terra responded instantly. She had no illusions that he would do exactly as he said. While she might take a chance and deal with the pain and suffering it would bring her. Terra Stone was a professional and would not risk further pain and suffering, an more than likely death on the young Lieutenant. The girl had suffered too much already because of her.

“Better not chance it,” he glanced at Misha and nodded, “Muzzle the bitch just to play it safe.” Then he looked to the screen, “Mester, give me 1 minute then patch the call through to me here.”

Misha must have had the muzzling device handy, because barely had their Master given the command and the high slave had pinched Terra’s nose to cut off the air while nudging her hard in the side to cause her to gasp and expel any air she was holding in. Soon as her mouth opened the device was inserted and the foam expanded to fill the mouth as the device sealed on her face. The image on the screen changed from the man Mester to someone she had not seen before. Everything about the new man screamed politician from his mannerisms to the way he dressed.

“Quintan! What have you done now!” Prime Minister Simbaro demanded over the channel. Then seeing the Slaver ready to mount a bound slave. “Could you at least have the decency to get off whatever slut caught your eye and gotten dressed before taking this call?”

“I was in the middle of conditioning this slave when I was informed of your urgent communication.” Quintan answered in a bored and tolerant manor. “Now, I am a busy man and have a business to run.” Pausing to take a breath and wanting to say what has your shorts in a twist only thought better of it. Simbaro might be a cousin, but he was the Prime Minister of Sutter’s World so instead, “What has caused you so much concern that you found it necessary to call me.” After all there was no loss love between the two men.  Simbaro despised Quintan and all that he represented. But acknowledged that the Slaver was very wealthy and had much power and influence. Perhaps, more than the Prime Minister. Quintan on the other hand detested his cousin for the weak and sniveling politician he was.

“The Union’s Diplomatic Delegation has been in contact with my office about a missing officer that they feel you may know something about.” The Prime Minister began.

“Are you insinuating that I am responsible for every person that goes missing, Simbaro?” Quintan was actually surprised that it had taken this long for this call to come.

“Well, if you did not do business with such unsavory types I might not think that.” Simbaro retorted. Quintan thought to himself better pirates and smugglers than weak bureaucratic backstabbing cowards that would sell their own mother for their own comfort and power.

“Again, so a Union officer has gone missing, why is that my concern.” He had to hide a smile as he actually had two Union officers in his slave chains at the moment.

“I would think that a Union Battlecruiser now in orbit would concern you.” Then rather smugly, “At the very least it may deter your suppliers and buyers from making landfall.”

“There is a Union Battlecruiser on the way?”

“Not on its way, Quintan. It is in orbit as we speak. The USS Jutland arrived early this morning. And the Battlecruisers USS Hood and the Prisoner Barge USS Alcatraz have entered our system. If the Ambassador Black is to be believed, there are three more capital warships on their way. Now what did you do?”

“I did nothing you sniveling twit.” One Union war ship in the system alone was a problem. But there were three and more on the way spelled a blockade and that would not do. He looked at the slave before him. She must be more important than he believed for this show of firepower. Which meant that she was worth far more to the enemies of the Union than what she would bring on the normal sale block on her body alone. But he would have to get her off planet to make him any gold. And with a blockade of warships, that would be next to impossible. And why send a Prisoner Barge? The color started to drain as there was only one reason to bring a ship like that. They expected to have to transport a great number of prisoners or slaves. “I will deal with this, Quintan out” and the transmission ended, and Prime Minister vanished from the screen to be replaced by Mester.

“Your orders, my Lord,” Mester asked.

“Move the other slave in here with this one. I want them to be isolated from everyone. Have Cyrus cleaned up but don’t ship him to the mines just yet. I may still be able to use him.” The Slaver paused to think.

“m’Lord, the Jutland just sent word to expect a representative from the Union soon.” Mester informed him. There might be hope yet Terra thought to herself.

“Then we had best prepare to receive guest.” He looked down at the slave ready for use before him. “Why could that fool not waited another 15 minutes to bother me.” He said to himself as much as anyone around him. Backing aways from the slave and closing his robe. Looking at the naked prepared slave once more then Quintan turned and left the cell.