"Two eight four!"
I just about pee myself. Two guards came into the unit as another prisoner and I are mopping the floor. Our work assignment.
"Two eight four!" the lead guard yells again. The last three numbers of my I.D. I step forward and he wraps a 'soft cuff' around my left wrist and pushed a button on his device. Both my arms fall to my side like dead eels. I'm shaking so much they have to hold me up as we go to the door.
It's been three sleeps since we were transported up and ten of us locked in 'our' unit. Each unit has ten cells with a bed, toilet and vid screen. There is a communal shower, a common with food machine, tables and chairs and a big vid screen. Roz (two eight seven) says she heard there are over a thousand units on the ship, but we never see other prisoners after being taken to our unit.
As soon as we arrived we were locked into our cells and the vid screens lit up. A handsome black lady, wearing a white blouse and a dark blue jacket with epaulets
looked out from behind a desk. She wore no jewelry or makeup, her hair was pulled back from her face.
"Good morning prisoners. I am the Captain of this ship and as far as you are concerned, God. There are rules, which you WILL follow. I will tolerate no violent behavior aboard my ship. Watch this short clip."
A shower's security camera. A prisoner comes into view and is tripped to the floor and kicked until guards come and restrain his attacker. The man on the floor doesn't move. Change of scene. A metal room with a door at the far end over which is a green light. Two guards carry in the dead man, then return with the attacker, silently screaming and thrashing against his restraints. The guards drop him on the floor beside the dead man and leave. The light changes to red. The door flies open and the two fly out with a puff of vapor into the blackness of space.
The Captain re-appears. "Now. Lets talk about the rules and your routine."
The guards holding me put their right eye, one at a time, to the identifier and the door opens. We enter and the door closes. Almost as soon as the guard pushes the destination button the door opens to a soft floored corridor and we proceed along it to a door marked 'CAPTAIN SEWARD' and the lead guard says to the identifier, "Guards with prisoner, Mam."
Her office is carpeted and furnished with wooden furniture, softly upholstered. Not steel furniture welded to the deck. The Captain sits behind her desk.
She is much prettier in person.
"Lower the prisoner to the deck and you may resume your duties, gentlemen."
They lower to my knees and leave. The Captain stands and comes around her desk. She's wearing a knee length dark blue skirt that matches her jacket, white nylons and black leather flats. Her skin is a dark smooth chocolate and her smile warm.
"Don't be afraid Two Eight Four. You're not here for discipline. You've not done anything wrong. Let me explain.
"Command of an interplanetary ship is a demanding lonely job. I alone am responsible for this ship and everyone aboard her. For discipline reasons I cannot be intimate with any of her crew. What to do?
"For every voyage there are many like you. People who have committed only one violent crime, in fact this was their first time before the courts. I study the profiles of all my charges and from them pick a prisoner to be my personal companion for the voyage. Someone to please me in every way. To serve me. Someone to talk with when I'm off duty." As she talked she moved behind me and gently rubbed my shoulders. Her hands slid down my front and rested on my boobs. She gently cupped them. "Someone to warm my bed.
"Would you like to be my Pet for your voyage?"
Cold lonely steel prison, or the Captain's whore? Easy choice.
"Good. I will call you 'Pet' and you will call me 'Captain', now, lets show you around." She pushed a button on her remote and my arms came back to life with that awful pins and needles feeling. She took me through a door behind her desk to her quarters.
Soft beige carpet, a big bed, couch, armchair, table with two chairs beside a food machine, mirrored door closet, big vid screen, and through another door a bathroom tiled in white and light blue.
She slid the closet door open. "Take off all your clothes pet."
"Yes Captain."
I'm one forty five tall, twenty four years old. My best feature is my 'nice rack' as one of my boyfriends called them. I've a skinny waist, too small a tush, and legs that are too skinny, I think. My auburn hair used to be shoulder length before my five cm prison cut. I've grayish blue eyes.
Captain selected a pink lace bra and pantie set, and a pink sundress with a knee length full skirt and big white polka dots. After so long in prison issue cotton undies and grey shifts with my number on the front and back I felt so feminine.
"I have to go to work for a while. Find something you want to watch then get comfortable on the bed or the couch, Pet."
I chose a movie and sat on the bed. She soft cuffed my legs and arms to sleep and left.
Hours later Captain returned. "How's my Pet?"
"Oh Captain, I really really have to pee!"
She chuckled. "Sorry pet, here you go."
We talked for a bit. "Let's get dolled up and go out for dinner, Pet."
Captain took a long slinky silver dress from the closet for me. Surprisingly it fit perfectly. Next were a pair of three inch silver stilettos. From a drawer in the bathroom she produced a tube of lipstick and a makeup kit. "I think this color will suite you. Do your face Dear."
She wore her uniform. We went to the Officer's club. Everyone wore uniforms and their spouses dresses or suits and ties. I was introduced around. Some were friendly. Some coldly polite. Eight of us s at at the Captain's table.
Back in her cabin she patted the couch beside herself. "Come, sit here and tell me about yourself Pet."
I told her about where I was born and grew up. After high school I got a job as a waitress. A nice, well dressed man came often for lunch. One day he said to come to his night club and he'd hire me. The pay and tips were better.
"Then one night," I continued, "a customer grabbed me and wouldn't let me go. I kneed him in the jewels. I thought the bouncers would throw him out, but instead they restrained me. I didn't know how well he was connected. I was found guilty of 'violent assault causing grievous bodily harm.' and here I am. Twenty four, big tits, and fucked for life."
Few transported survive the labor colonies, and of those even fewer ever get back to earth.
"Aw Pet." She puts an arm over my shoulder and pulls me to her. She kisses my cheek, then my lips. "Do something for me?"
"What Captain?"
"Strip for me?"
I chose a quiet music channel on the vid, closing my eyes and swaying to the rhythm.
Looking into my Captain's eyes I slid my dress down off my shoulders until I was cupping the silver material over my bra and licked my lips. I slid the slinky material down. Past my tummy, over my hips. I let it fall to the floor.
Keeping my knees straight, my tush to my captain, I bent over and picked up the dress. I took my time stroking it smooth, then laying it over a chair.
I danced over to Captain and turning my back to her, looking over my shoulder said, "Captain, will you help me with my bra strap?"
