Caught in the Act

Posted on 05 Nov 2019 @ 12:10pm by Lieutenant Commander Aidan Datari & "Don" & Civilian Iola Hawkins & Lieutenant JG Lilura Karakalakss

Mission: Mission 2 - The Agora crossroads
Location: Don's Outpost
Timeline: 2 days after auction
2047 words - 4.1 OF Standard Post Measure

Looking around, Aidan smiled to himself as he seemed to have shaken Iola off. He wanted some time alone, and he wanted to explore this place. He couldn't do that with the woman constantly watching over his shoulder. He needed information, and he needed it sooner rather than later and with her he wasn't getting any wiser and he never really got any closer to the Don either.

His day so far had been spent reading through papers, making sure all were in order or providing translations for this or that. Under normal circumstances, he would've enjoyed this, but he had other priorities.

He'd taken off his sandals, in an attempt to be quieter as he snuck into a semi-dark room. "Oh!" he gasped as he was met with a vast array of weapons. They were of a fair variety and Aidan assumed they had been confiscated or delivered along with servants or slaves. Or perhaps even belonged to the Don himself.

Slinking further into the room, he approached a few weapons that clearly stood out to him. He shivered at the sight of what appeared to be a bat'leth, the memory of being severely wounded by one flashing through his mind. He reached out towards it before his attention was drawn by a d'k'tagh and he frowned. Those were distinctly Klingon weapons but so far he hadn't seen any Klingons. "How unusual..." he murmured as he trailed past them towards a different display.

Davilac was on his rounds when he heard a voice coming from a personal Trophy room of his employer. He walked silently over and looked in, finding the 'spotted slave' that had disappeared from his assigned area and had put the guards on medium alert status. He went into the room and came up behind the slave, stating, "You, Slave, you're not allowed in here."

Aidan whirled around, clearly startled at being caught. Droplets of clear red blood cells on the floor, a clear indication he had just cut himself on the blade he'd just reached out to. He inched away from the guard, knowing he wasn't supposed to be roaming at all. Fast on his feet himself, he hoped to get past the guard, and back to his own room. Saying nothing, he made a dash for the door.

Davilac smelled and saw the fresh blood, groaning. He thought to himself, 'Great, the new slave has hurt himself, and caused a mess that needs cleaned up, and I'll probably get the blame.' However, instead of answering him, the slave took off running. He brought out his whip and leapt through the door, flicking the end out to snake out around the slave's midriff. If it was an intruder, it would have been around the feet, but with a slave, that could cause more damage, and they were to be handled in a certain way.

Feeling the whip snake around his chest, Aidan felt himself being pulled to a stop. His injured hand balled into a fist to stop the bleeding, he struggled to get free. The guard knew his job however and it had wrapped around him a few times. So, since running was not an option, he turned on the guard, ready for a fight.

Davilac sighed in recognition of the stance of the new slave. Just like he thought, the slave was going to try and fight him. He reached out along the whip, tugging hard, and then lowered his hand so that he could lift up his leg to step onto the whip to bring the slave down onto his knees. With high ground, and in body armor, Davilac moved forward quickly while continuing to step upon the whip so that it would continually tug the slave towards the ground. He dropped down with his knee into the slave's back and then brought one hand around, then the other, to put cuffs on. Now he shifted his weight to clamp ankle cuffs with a short chain between them to hobble the slave. He did not want to harm the slave, but had to make him compliant to get before his employer.

Davilac now brought out a dressing and wrapped it around the slave's hand, activating it to anneal, stop the bleeding, and start the healing process. As he was doing this, he said, "All I was going to do was escort you back to you're assigned place. But no, you had to make it difficult, and now you have to be reprimanded. Cripes, why do I have to go through this with all you new slaves?"

Davilec picked Aidan off of the floor by rolling him with his left arm, spinning him to sit, then picking him up into a standing position. He pointed the way, saying, "Move," and marched the now subdued slave towards the grand hall. He came up to the guard by the door, saying, "Found him. He wanted a tussel, so he got one. Check the video and send it to the big man, he'll want to see it."

Brench nodded, then opened the door before turning to the wall computer to get the monitoring video for their employer. Davilec marched Aiden into the room and brought him over to the head honcho. He tapped Aidan behind his knees to get him into a subservient position and then stated, "Signed, sealed, delivered, no worse for wear other than his own doing, sir. Video should be to you by now."

The stately figure glance down at the spectacle before him. "Release his bonds and strip him down," he ordered, his voice clear but neutral. "Disobedience is punished."

Davilec silently went about his work. He removed the cuffs from ankles, then wrists, then removed Aidan's tunic, his only piece of clothing. He made sure that Aidan remained facing his owner.

The Don stood, coming down from his dais. "Get him to his feet, and hold him," he ordered two additional guards. He watched as the spotted slave was held up, arms wide. "Start with ten," he ordered the guard who had brought him in.

Aidan held his breath, bandaged hand balled into a fist, apprehension in his eyes as he looked straight ahead.

Davilec brought out his short whip with its smoothed and larger end than normal. Whips caused tearing of the skin as the momentum went from larger end to smaller end, causing that small end to even break the sound barrier. His short whip had less momentum and a cover material to prevent abrading and tearing, but it would still hurt like hell and cause deep bruising.

He stood at five feet away and flicked his handle to deliver the first lash. The motion cascaded from his hand and down to the end, which expertly landed across Aidan's back from inner edge of left shoulder blade near the middle of the back down to the outer left side following along that shoulder blade. As the whip's end fell away, there was a red mark that began to swell with bruising already appearing.

The next three lashes followed that first mark down the left side, each one two inches below the previous one, the last one just above the hip bone on the slaves left side. Davilec now turned his attention to the backs right side. The whip struck at the right side under the shoulder blade and continued its lash going up along to the middle back inner edge of the right shoulder blade. Three more lashes went down in the same pattern as before. It almost looked liked a patterning for racial markings, but that was quickly dispelled by the redness going to purple as the bruises built themselves up.

The ninth lash landed from just below the neck near the spine on the left side to continue left to out near the left shoulder, just two inches below the curve of that shoulder. The tenth lash followed along the same way, landing on the right back just two inches below the curve of the shoulder then to finish going across to just under the neck near the spine. The reason for this was to cause max pain and bruising by getting into the fleshy parts of the body and not hitting the skeleton as much as possible, preventing it from doing its job to protect.

Aidan hissed, clenching his jaws together to not cry out. This felt different than the lashing he'd received on his first day. Still by the time the sixth lash landed, he cried out, tears running down his face.

The Don watched, then crouched before his slave. "Look at me," he demanded, watching as the spotted man life's his face up with considerable effort. "I warned you, and you disobey. Are you a spy, that you willingly risk disobedience?" He had dealt with spies before.

"No," Aidan answered with effort, "I'm not a spy."

"Then who are you?" When no answer came forth the Don rose and held up two fingers, indication he was to receive two more lashes.

Davilec nodded and flicked his whip. Now that the initial lashes had been done and bruised flesh was ready to be inflamed with pain even more, the first lash landed from near the right armpit and down diagonally across to of the existing lashes, ending near the small of the back on the right. The next strike was from the left small of the back upwards to near the left armpit, crossing two existing welts on the left side now.

The Trill screamed, panting for breath, not certain how much more he could take. "Starfleet," he breathed, "I'm from Starfleet."

"And your name?" Knowing there wouldn't be immediate answer, the Don nodded to his guard, pleased with the man's skill.

Davilec nodded and this time, the fresh lash went vertically down the left side, between the spine and side, crossing the five previous marks from under the shoulder blade and down to the pelvis, causing maximum pain across existing welts while creating a fresh one that now also thumped down the ribs.

Aidan was close to passing out. The only reason he was still on his feet being the two guards that still held him up. "Aidan," he whispered, barely audible. "Lieutenant Aidan Datari... Please my Lord, no more..."

For good measure, to drive home a point, the Don gave a final nod to the guard.

Now the stage was set for the final searing pain. Davelic fliched his whip and put the final mark down the right side of the Slaves back, between spine and side, vertically from shoulder blade to pelvis, crossing the marks on that side. That should do if, but if needed, there were the marks up along the shoulders with unharmed flesh near them just waiting for his whips loving caress.

Crouching again, the Don cupped his slave's jaw. "Your Starfleet life is over. Choose. Serve me well and be rewarded, or this is the life that awaits you and you won't survive long."

Aidan did value his life, and though the words barely registered, he nodded weakly. "Serve," he breathed.

Smiling pleasantly, the Don rose, walked around him and up to the guard. "Well done," he said, " get him to his room and guard him. He's of no use to me at the moment. Make sure he is fed and cleaned up."

Davelic bowed his head politely as he said, "Yes sir, it will be done." He grabbed the tunic and placed it once more over Aidan, letting the other two guards maneuver the slaves arms to get it on him. He led the way back to Aidan's room, nodded to the two others to get him inside and onto his stomach. "Let him rest there for a bit. Send over a serving wench with a cleaning basin with cool water, and have another fetch food and water for him. Thank you."

The Trill hissed as his dress was put on his body again, the fabric rubbing painfully against his skin. He passed out well before the guards placed him on his bed.

OFF:

●● Lieutenant Aidan Datari
Chief Science Officer
USS Andromeda

The Don
Sector Master
Feared Trader
pnpc Aidan

NPC Davelic - Sgt. Guard