Like a puppet on a sting

Posted on Saturday 27 March 2021 @ 18:12 by Captain Melody Jones

Mission: A Cry from the Darkness
Location: Administrators office, Ceti Beta 4
Timeline: MD5 1020
618 words - 1.2 OF Standard Post Measure

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"So you called Starfleet for help?" The voice from the shadows at the far end of his office asked. The tone was flat but there was a dark fury bubbling just below the surface. She had watched him make the call and listened in on the conversation. She sat in a chair, waiting.

She blew air through her lips. "You're starting to irritate me. Remind me again why I shouldn't just kill you and be done with it?"

Ransa jumped when he heard her voice then slowly turned. "It would have been stupid not to call? And if you kill me, they would go against you or well your head person." trying to be somewhat defiant.

She laughed at him for a moment. "Do not delude yourself with the notion that you are in charge here. My associates are very loyal. I'm paying them enough to be. As it happens, I've dealt with Starfleet before and they are as incompetent as you are." She took a moment to stand, her visibly swollen stomach making it slightly difficult for her to get to her feet. One of her Naussican henchmen remained in the shadows, ready to act if on her word. She walked over to him, looking at him coldly. "As it happened you still serve a purpose to me also.." she traced her hand down his face, down his torso, and stopped at his groin which she grabbed harshly through the material of his trousers, her nails digging into his privates. "I enjoy the sounds you make. Now.." She squeezed tighter, "Do I have your attention?" she whispered in his ear, almost seductively.

Ransa's eyes watered as he gave a bit of a squeaky groan at the pain she elicited. "Yes, mistress, You do have my attention. "Now please, let go. Otherwise, I won't be of any good service to you." the last word having a bit of a high pitch as he struggled manfully to not scream out.

She smiled and gave his groin one final squeeze before letting go. “Oh quit your whining and show some backbone for God's sake. Now, the Starfleet away team will be arriving shortly. They don’t know about our arrangement so let’s keep it that way.” She got her face right up to his. “You know I’m on top of you.” She hissed and added in a deadly low tone “Do not attempt to grow a brain.”

Ransa cupped the injured area almost falling to the floor at the sudden release from the pain. He didn't hit the ground for fear that the goons the evil woman had with her, would converge on him and rip him apart. A flash of anger crossed his face then he quelled it quickly. Now wasn't the time. "Yes, mistress." Ransa stated, straightening his shoulder and demeanor" Will you be coming along mistress?"

She shook her head. “ No. Starfleet are under the misguided impression that you are in charge here and I see no reason to alter that perception. When they meet me, I’ll just be another colonist trying to survive this disease.” She lent forward and kissed him roughly. “I’ll be seeing you later. Just remember we’re watching and listening.”

With that she turned and walked out of his office, the Nausican falling in line behind her.

When she left, Ransa scrubbed his mouth off with his sleeve and spat in the trash can to get rid of the taste of her lips. He shuddered, he'll be glad when something happens to her or she leaves. Straightening his coat Ransa left to go meet with the Federation away team.

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Ransa
NPC-Mathias McPhee


The Mistress
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NPC Jones