Wenches, Part 2 of 4 [18+]

Posted on 07 Jun 2017 @ 8:57am by Lieutenant Amaranai Franklin & Ensign Miraj Derani
Edited on on 09 Jun 2017 @ 5:47pm

2,357 words; about a 12 minute read

Mission: Episode 15 - Emanation
Location: USS Atlirith - Holodeck
Timeline: MD -10, 1400

Previously on Wenches

Inside were three women, a red head, a blonde, and a brunette. They weren't wearing much, just their stockings and loose robes. The blonde was smoking from a bone pipe, whilst the brunette was combing the red-heads hair up into a pile of curls. The brunette stared at Amaranai. "Who the f--- are you?"

Amaranai was definitely caught off guard this time and she looked as much when the woman spoke to her.

"I'm new," she said. "They sent me to learn from the best. ...When will he be here?"

The blonde let out a drag on her pipe. "Not long probably. We're dessert."

And now the continuation

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Miraj counted to sixty slowly, before peeking out of the door. It was just a narrow door between to rooms, there to be discreet as possible. Finding the coast clear, she squeezed out and turned down the hall, keeping her buckle shoes in the plush carpet to minimise the noise. The hall was lit with large candles in hurricane lamps.

The sounds of the dinner floated up from below, several men laughing, with a single female counterpoint. Footmen and maids moved across the atrium, carrying dishes covered with silver covers. Main course probably. Miraj pressed herself back against the wall, staying in the relatively shadowed portions of the hall. The Study was the first door at the top of the stairs down.

She turned the handle, but it was locked. She was prepared for this. She fidgeted with her pony tail, and pulled the two slim picks hidden there out, and carefully lifted up the wards. It gave at the first go. (Yay for easy difficulty1) and she slipped inside quickly, shutting the door with a soft click, and turned around.

The room was dimly lit by a small kerosene lamp on the desk. The man reading was certainly surprised to see someone else enter the room. He looked at the new arrival and could see that it was a cabin boy. It was a little odd for one to be at the house, let alone in the study.

"Who are you?" the man said. "And how did you get in? This room was locked."

Miraj froze, she'd only played a couple of times, but this was new on her. Her jaw fell open, and she was rooted to the spot. Improvising was not her forte and for a moment all she did was open and close her mouth while her brain raced to find a credible excuse.

"You've come to rob the governor's mansion, like me."

The man stopped.

"Wait," he continued. "I seen you before."

The man moved away from the table and closer to Miraj.

"You're one of Bloodbeard's crew. I'd know ya anywheres."

Miraj narrowed her eyes at the stranger, "Who are you? How did you get in here?" And a thought crossed her mind. "What are you here to steal?" Was he after the codes? He better not be.

"The name's Red," the man said. "Got in the same way you did."

He pointed to the door behind Miraj.

"As for what I'm stealing," he continued. "None of yer business."

He began to shuffle through the desk further, eyeing parchment and looking for something specific.

She went over to the desk, wanting to see what he was looking for. "Or you could tell me, and we could work together. Or.."

"Or you could get about your business and leave me to mine."

"Or I could scream?" It was totally a bluff, but would this Red fall for it?

The man looked up at the cabin boy.

"You wouldn't," he said and turned back to his searching.

After a moment, he sighed and looked back up.

"Why would you bother to scream?" he asked. "You'll just get caught like me and you won't get whatever it is you're looking for."

Arse. He had her there. "Look. You know me, but i dont know you. How do i know we arent looking for the same thing?" She tried to read the papers he was sorting through upside down.

The man sighed again. Apparently the kid was not going to go away. He pulled the papers away as the boy tried to read them.

"Look, I don't care what you're after. I know it's not what I'm looking for. I'm looking for proof."

He didn't say anything else to validate his statement and instead grabbed the papers he was holding and stepped away from the desk. He stuffed them into his shirt and then turned to the safe in the corner.

And now Miraj was hopelessly intrigued. This was obviously an easter egg she hadn't managed to trigger before. Or a special encounter for the two player version. "Proof of what?" she insisted, too curious to keep her voice down.

The man stared at the safe and pondered it for a moment then placed his head against the door of the safe and started to twirl the dial. He ignored the cabin boy for several minutes and then turned the handle to force the safe open. He looked at the papers inside and then grabbed another sheet of paper.

"Ha!" he exclaimed. "The governor's an arse and is keeping money to himself instead of spreading it out to his workers."

He stood up and turned around.

"And here's proof."

The man lifted the paper to show to the other person in the room.

"I'm outta here, kid," he said and then fell to the floor.

Surprised and alarmed Miraj went to him, "Are you alright?" She looked down at him, trying to see why he had fallen.

The man didn't say a word. In fact, his breathing was spotty and then stopped and started. His hand grasped the boy's shirt and pulled him close.

"Don't believe anything."

He gasped and then died.

Miraj was stunned. What had killed him. She didn't see any obvious wounds. Not sure what else to do, she grabbed his bag, just in case, and then quickly rifled the desk. No sign of anything that looked like the decoding discs. She had to get out of here. Even if he was a thief, if she was caught in the same room as a dead body, it would be game over, and that was no fun for anyone.

A sudden peel of laughter from downstairs, louder than it should have been for people in the dining room. The governor and his guests must be turning out. Where was Amaranai? Was she about to get caught snooping around the governor's bedroom?

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Amaranai had been stripped to just her corset and petticoats and was waiting with the other women in the governor's bedroom. She wasn't sure what was going to happen when the governor entered, but she hoped that the others would take their turns first and then Miraj would come and rescue her. At least, she hoped that was going to be the case.

There was laughter from outside the room. The time had come and now Amaranai was actually nervous. Was it just going to be the governor or was he going to bring friends? Amaranai could work as a distraction until Miraj was successful.

There were sounds of footsteps outside, and the whores perked up, the blonde knocking out her pipe before arranging themselves in provocative poses, "Show time," the brunette whispered.

The door opened, and a man entered, his was dressed in an extravagant blue silk frock coat, loaded with gold braid and lace. He wore a long powdered wig, and as he entered he pulled it away, throwing it to one side, revealing short salt and pepper hair. "Good evening ladies." He scanned the room, evaluating the three whores before turning to Amaranai. "And what have we here?"

Amaranai played demure, despite the fact that she was anything but. She bowed slightly and then looked at the man.

"They sent me at the last minute," she said. "I hope you don't mind."

Amaranai pretended to be shy and still tried to show the governor her body - it was harder than it looked.

"Fresh meat." The governor sounded pleased. "And what should I be calling you.?" He pushed the strap of her corset of Amaranai's left shoulder as he stroked her flesh.

Inwardly, Amaranai shuddered at the touch. His hands were coarse and rough, unlike Lirha's, whose hands were soft and gentle. His breath was toxic from his just finishing his meal and his statement was appalling.

"They call me Elizabeth," she said with a smile. "And I'm here for you."

He used a finger to tip her chin from one side to the other, examining her. "Well, Elizabeth. You can call me..." his hand slid round to the back of neck, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, "sir."

Amaranai recalled the other girls mentioning that the governor was rough when it came to his partners and him pulling her hair was just the first indication. As much as the security officer wanted to fight and toss the jerk to the floor and shove two fingers into his throat to force him to choke and then get him to reveal the location of the decoder discs. But she relented.

Instead, she smiled toward the governor.

"Yes, sir," she said. "Whatever you want of me, your wish is my command."

"Very good," the governor chuckled. He glanced over his shoulder. "Girls? Why don't you lay out the instruments? Elizabeth here can help me out of these stuffy clothes. " The three other whores, looking somewhat relieved behind his back, crawled off to do his bidding, pulling a chest out of a cupboard, and dragging it closer to the bed. Not even giving her a chance to start, he turned back to Amaranai. "Get to it, slut. Or it will be harder than it needs to be for you."

Amaranai was curious about whatever "instruments" he was talking about. She heard his command and then heard him growl further at her. Hurrying to pull his clothes off, Amaranai struggled with the buttons and straps that she was not used to. After a few moments, Amaranai managed to get the governor's clothes off. She stepped back quickly and bowed, submissively.

Naked he was nothing impressive. He was wiry, witth just a slight paunch, with a hairy chest and a crotch like birds nest. tthe heat of the carribean had left him slightly sweaty. He grabed the blonde by the hair as she bent to open the chest, and pulled her into a kiss, which she returned the moment she had enough balance to not collapse.

He pushed the blonde aside and pulled out several items. A length of stiff leather about two and a half inches wide, a riding crop, and finally a slim pale length of cane. He gave it an experimental swish through the air.

Satisfied, the governor shut the chest, and pointed to it. "Bend over, girl." he said to Amaranai.

Amaranai was already concerned for the other girls despite the fact that this was all a hologram, and yet, it felt so real. She couldn't believe that women were treated this poorly, until she realized what era she was playing in and remembered the sad history of Earth and its unfair treatment of women for a very long time.

Without a word, Amaranai bent over, giving the governor full view of her ass and waited for the eventual strike from the riding crop. She hoped Miraj would arrive soon so she could kick this guy in his hairy balls and get out of there.

The governor bent down and threw Amaranai's skirts up to lie on her back. Seeing her panties he made a surprised sound. "What in damnation are those?" he asked. Then he snorted. He didn't care. He grabbed the top edge of them, and then pulled, ripping them apart and leaving red welts in the crease of her thighs. "Oh, my." The governor let out a debauched sigh of delight and lust at the sight of her naked buttocks. "Such lily white skin." He murmured, voice breathy with sudden desire. His hands ran over her bum with lascivious greed, kneading at the flesh there. And then he smacked her, leaving a perfect bright red print of his hard hand behind.

Amaranai hadn't really been expecting to remove her clothes, so she hadn't bothered made an effort to change her underwear. When the governor pulled up her skirt, she was surprised by the fact that the man ripped her underwear right off. This was getting out of hand. She could feel the man's hand rubbing her ass. She felt the slap on her ass. Amaranai wanted to yelp in pain but she grunted instead. She had a feeling that she would be beaten a lot harder if she did.

The brunette took a deep breath and then looked back at her would-be rapist. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"Jezebel, be a dear and hold her hands." The governor considered his instruments intently, before selecting the short crop, three feet of soft leather braided around a thin cane, with the black tongue at the end. He tested its bend, and satisfied turned back to Amaranai.

Meanwhile, the red headed whore had come to kneel in front of Amaranai. She tried to giver a reassuring smile. "Watch me. It will be over soon. You redden fast, the first time."

Amaranai wasn't sure why her hands needed to be held, but when the red head approached her and spoke, she understood - it was time for the riding crop. She lifted her hands up for the other girl to hold onto. Nodding at her kind words, the girl braced for the impact of the riding crop.

"Elizabeth," The governor said. "You have a superb arse. I shall enjoy despoiling it immensely"

And then all Amaranai could hear was the whistle of the crop cutting air.

To be Continued

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Ensign Miraj Derani

Lt. jg. Amaranai Franklin
Assistant Chief Security / Tactical

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