Changed perceptions

Posted on Tue Dec 28th, 2021 @ 4:26pm by Lieutenant Commander Callie Raven-Grayson & Lieutenant Commander Shoniara T’ghann-Travis Dr

Mission: Sinister Intentions
Location: Planetside base
Timeline: Two hours after the previous post

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Callie had slept for a couple of hours after T’Vall had left her, as she awoke she looked around her mind less cluttered now. She remembered going to Sickbay, what happened after that was a jumble until T’Vall had neck pinched her unconscious again.

Now she could only guess what had happened, she was naked in his bed and the other side had definitely been slept in. Flashes of images of T’Vall and herself making love, but also of another...Jon...who was Jon??”

She struggled to make sense before her memories crashed in, she clutched at her head as the images of T’Vall were replaced by images of Jon. “No! Jon!! What have I done!!!” She rushed out of bed into the shower, washing herself as clean as she could but her skin was covered with bruises, and she had love bites in places where she wouldn’t want anyone to see.

Stepping out of the shower and into the bedroom she was about to get dressed when she heard the door open behind her.

T’Vall came in and could see immediately that her mind had reverted. He grabbed and held her as she fought. The more she fought the more it excited him He hit her hard sending her back onto the bed. He lay on top of her pinning her arms and legs. He realised he would have to use his ‘special talents’ although that ran the risk of damaging her mind.

Callie fought as hard as she could, but her strength was nothing compared to his. Staring up at T’Vall she ramped up her mental defences as high as she could get them, trying to keep him out of her mind. “Is this what you like? You won’t make me your puppet anymore T’Vall, I’m NOT yours!!!”

He hit her hard again blood coming from her mouth. It stunned her slightly, enough for him to place both his hands either side of her head, he pushed easily passed her defences and sent himself into the very depths of her mind working outwards through her memories, erasing everything to do with Jon and her memories of the Washington. She was simply his wife, trusting and adoring him, wanting to be with him no matter how he abused her. Again and again he raped her mind sending false memories plunging through her neural network. Exhausted he withdrew from her mind and waited. How she reacted would now determine her fate, whether he kept her with him or he had her impregnated and sold into slavery.

Callie lay stunned, her mind trying to put in order what T’Vall had implanted. Everything that was Callie plunged deep into her mind, locked away behind barriers she couldn’t access. It took a long time before she finally looked towards T’Vall, no fear in her eyes, just adoration and love. “T’Vall...my love.”

He gently wiped the blood from her split lip, “you fell and hurt yourself my love. Come get dressed we have to move from here, we are running away from a wicked Starfleet Officer called Grayson, he has threatened to kill us and the ship he serves on has just come into orbit. I feel sure they will try to find us.” He kissed her gently remembering what he had just done to her mind. She needed to be treated gently….for the moment. He would make love to her again as soon as possible. Once she was pregnant he would see what the doctors said.

T’Vall had decided it was time for him to retire. He had a large amount of Latium put aside, he would sell this last batch and escape. He allowed himself to think of a life with Callie as his wife if her neural programming remained intact.

“I...fell” Callie nodded. “I’m sorry I must have hit my head, I’m foggy.” She offered an apologetic smile. “I’ll get dressed” She moved to sit up pausing as her head spun. “Just give me...a moment.” She waited until the dizziness passed before getting up and picking up some clothes that had been left out for her. “How are we going to get away?”

“Take your time my love, and do not worry. We have several complexes underground here, one is where we keep our…merchandise, then there is the armoury, we have about 100 guards here to look after us, the last place is a small hangar where we keep a couple of shuttles we can use to escape to a friendly ship.

Callie slowly dressed, giving no thought to anything other than being ready to escape with her husband. She paused as she looked into the mirror, seeing bruises on her skin and her bruised face with split lip. “I don’t want to be seen looking like this.”

His face turned black. “No one will notice my love and if they do they will not live long enough to wish they had not. Come our driver is waiting. We are going to check our merchandise and communicate with our buyers, then we will make our escape.”
He caressed her face gently and looked at her with something akin to love in his eyes. “Do you want me to carry you?” He asked.

Callie smiled as she looked into T’Vall’s eyes. “If you wish my love, I don’t want to slow us down.” She gently touched his face. “I don’t care if they see me, as long as you are with me.”

He picked her up gently and carried her to the vehicle putting her into the back gently. He spoke to the driver “holding number 3, get there fast.”

He slipped into the back next to Callie and stroked her hair. “My wife I have to check on our merchandise, prepare it for shipment, close to my payment and then we will be gone, where in the stars would you like to live?” He asked wanting to make sure her mind was still his.

Callie rested her head against T’Vall’s chest. “Somewhere we can be alone, without fear of discovery” she frowned. “My head hurts...” She massaged her temples. “Just get us out of here.”

They drove a few kilometres through more of the deserted city. T’Vall had ‘encouraged’ Callie to sleep through the journey. They arrived at Holding Section 3 where the majority of the women were kept to condition them into slave material. He woke her. “Callie we are here, come with me I want you to see our doctor, to make sure you are..…well enough for our flight. Whilst you are with her I have some business to attend to. Do not worry you will be perfectly safe and I will come for you soon.”

They were approached by a Vulcan woman who introduced herself as T’Lara. “Come with me Callie let me have a look at you?” T’Lara looked at T’Vall and he nodded.

Callie nodded, she trusted T’Vall to leave her with someone who would not harm her.

The doctor led her to a small room packed with instruments and cabinets full of medication. She asked Callie to undress and put a gown on. “I am going to take some blood from you and perform some basic scans.”

“If it is what my husband wishes then I will agree” Callie nodded, and undressed putting on the gown she was offered.

T’Vall walked into the shabby area the women were kept on bunk beds. Most of them sank back into the shadows when they saw him. He had broken most of them mentally and physically but all their physical injuries had been healed. The younger women had been ‘implanted’ and most were pregnant. The slavers and the consortium received double for the pregnant ones. He walked up to the woman who had given him the most trouble in this batch. They no longer had or remembered their names as their new owners would want to name them.

He pulled a woman to him and ripped her dirty clothing from her. She tried to cover herself but all he has to do was look at her and she dropped her arms. He turned her round admiring her body and noting with pleasure her growing abdomen. She was carrying twins and was already promised to one of his colleagues.

He invaded her mind for the last time to check her subservience and was pleased to see her abject fear of him still remained. Perfect he thought. Coming out of her mind he told her to kiss him. She put her arms round him and kissed him deeply her body pressing to his. He pushed her away. “Put your clothes on.” He ordered and walked away.

Before he returned to Callie he made arrangements for his men to get paid and offered them the run of the women to reward them for their service so long as none of them were injured. He would miss this life but, wherever they ended up he could always start again. He felt so powerful, his father would have been so proud.

He made his way back to the little room laughingly called the infirmary where Callie was and where most of the ‘medical procedures’ had taken place. He knew he had been lucky to find T’Lara a doctor with the same deeply ruined mind as he.

Callie lay allowing T’Lara to do her work, she smiled as she saw T’Vall holding her hand out to him. “My love, you’ve come back to me.”

He held her hand and stroked her hair. “Any problems?” He asked T’Lara.

The doctor finished her work and motioned him into the corner. “I presume you do not want Your wife to hear.” She nodded.

“Callie do not put that uniform on, I bought you a new dress, try it on.” He turned back.

“I managed to manipulate her DNA to carry your child, she is not currently pregnant so she is ready but she will need to take a hypo every day until she conceives.”

He nodded. “Thank you doctor it has been a pleasure working with you. I would leave now as I do not have to presume that StarFleet will be sending their finest and your capture would be..problematical.”

T’Vall took Callie’s hand and pulled her out of the room. “I love you, I need you and I cannot wait.” He kissed her running his hands over her body and under her dress. He pulled her into a room with an bed and pushed her down onto it. Do you love me Callie?”

“You know I do T’Vall” Callie looked into T’Vall’s eyes. “Have I not always been yours my love, I will always be yours.”

This time he was gentle with her, he made love caressing her, kissing her body until she was ready then whispered “do you want our child my love?”

There was a pause as Callie’s mind glazed over the moment of a memory of a child lost, before it sank back into the depths of her mind. “Yes, my love...a child created from the love we share.”

They made love over and over until she was exhausted. He let her sleep, stroking her hair and caressing her face. He no longer thought about anyone else, he was in love….had always been in love with her since he saw her at the Academy. Now she was his and he would do anything to keep her.

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