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Welcome to My Parlor

Posted on Wed Jul 16th, 2025 @ 7:05am by Commander Jonathan Grayson & Commander Samantha Howard

1,846 words; about a 9 minute read

Mission: Wounds From the Mirror
Location: Washungton bridge, other locations
Timeline: After The Mirror Question

Mirror Jon smiled, it had been so easy! He beamed onto the Washington bridge, grabbed Dr. Samantha Howard, left her combadge and phaser lying on the bridge floor and beamed back out. There was no way they could be tracked. However the absolutely best part was the look on his double's face. The shocked disbelieving look was priceless.

Now, he and his captive stood in a isolated and abandoned storeroom. "Alright Samantha or can I call you Sam?" He joked. "Have a few things for you to put on before we continue our trip." As he pushed a duffel bag to her "Open it." He ordered.

Sam felt sick to her stomach. They had barely survived the first encounter with the mirror universe and she still bore the scars from it. Whatever was in that duffel was not good news. "And if I refuse?" She asked with trepidation.

"Well then, that would be a mistake...for you." He replied evenly. as Federation transporters could be heard in the background. "We're taking over this ship." He explained as he got back to her question. "If you refuse, I'll stun your pretty ass into next week and do what needs to be done and I won't be gentle about it. Now, open the bag." He ordered again. "Besides." He went on, "If your awake you could always take a chance and overpower me."

Sam mused over the options, and realised her options were limited. "You realise that if you stun my ass into next week as you so say, thats gonna be very boring for you. You lot are sadists, you love to watch people suffer. That's no fun if I'm unconscious" Sam hadn't moved towards the bag, and wouldn't. She was stalling. "And you also realise that it's my duty as Starfleet to resist and escape. You can shove your play toys up your ass" she crossed her arms in front of her defiantly.

Jon didn't answer at least not verbally, he just nodded his head and before Sam knew it he punched her hard in the face followed by a solid punch to her stomach. As she doubled over he brought a knee to her face, followed by a savage hair pull. Pulling hard on her hair. So hard, on the hair it threatened to come out by the roots. "Now open the bag Samantha."

Now thrown to the ground Sam took a moment to inventory her body before moving, glaring at her captor as she yanked open the bag. He had proved a point, but if she was going to survive she had to last more than the first 5 minutes.

"You are such a saddist" she swore as she surveyed the contents of the bag. "What do you plan to accomplish? You know I'm never going to reveal anything." She looked at him again, trying to read his expression. He took a step forward menacingly and stop put a hand out. "Ok ok" she pulled one of the items out from.the bag.


"Very good, Now put the leg shackles on, put them on nice and tight. I'll check their tightness when you get finished."

"What have they done to you to turn you into such an arsehole?" Sam retorted as she fastened the leg shackles, trying to keep him talking so she could stretch out the time she could use to escape.

"Oh Samantha." He said mockingly as he watched her put on the leg shackles that would allow her to walk but running was out of the question. "They have allowed me to see and reach my full potential and not be held back." He grinned evilly at her, "More for you to put on Sam, now the slave collar." He ordered.
"Oh, by the way." he continued almost conversationally, "Who said i was going to ask you to reveal anything and quit stalling, help isn't coming for you."

"Help always comes." She retorted angrily "they won't stop until they find me and when they do, they'll kick your ass" It was true, she knew the Washington team wouldn't stop until all avenues of rescue had been exhausted. She pasued again, curious this time. "If you want want information, what is it that you want?"

"Slave collar Sam." He gestured with the phaser. "Around your neck now," He looked hard at her, "You think so? They can't track you or me. They have no idea where you are. They will be too busy defending this ship to think about rescuing you and when they do, you will be long gone." His voice cold, like steel. " As to what I want, you will find out soon enough."

"You'll never take the ship, you tried last time and failed, you'll fail again" Sam stood definitely, toes to toe with her captor. "You will lose again and go back to your universe with your tail between your legs" she taunted, goaded him. Everyone had a weak point, if she could find it before he had all this restraining crap on her she had half a chance.

He refused to be baited. "Collar now." He repeated. "As for taking this ship, we're already in the process of taking it over. When we are finished here you'll get to see Callie. She's on the Saber. She's a little tied up but otherwise fine. We also have Dex, an engineer along with a few others. Our own little collection. He pointed out.

Sam barely listened as she bent her knees and dropped her weight, shoulder charging Jon in the midsection, holding on to the hard collar to use as a weapon.

He reacted quickly, far faster than expected as he rolled with her blow, his hand striking out and coming down on Sam's neck, stunning her and dropping her to the floor. He was atop her in an instant. His hands grabbing hers and wrenching them harshly behind her back and locking them tightly in the security handcuffs. The slave collar was next as he fitted it around her neck, locking it in place. It fit like a glove. "Anymore smart ideas Sam?" He growled from behind her as she was now securely bound hand and foot. "You bought yourself a gag With that dumbass move. Guess you forgot your ankles were already cuffed." He mocked her as he reached for a gag..

Sam struggled momentarily, testing her restraints as he mocked her. "Now what?" She retorted from the floor, effectively immobilised. She couldn't move unless he helped her.

He jerked her harshly to her feet. "Now what?" He repeated. as his hand went to his bag of tricks and he withdrew a leash. "Well, first you get leashed." As he clipped one end of the leash to the slave collar she now wore, letting the other end hang free for now. "Much better.: He taunted her.

"You sick bastard" she spat in his face, not caring of the reprimand she knew would be coming. Her mouth always got her in trouble.

He wiped the spittle from his face, then still smiling he backhanded her across her face. "I like spirit Sam. I like to crush it and I will crush yours. You will have time to think about your new life when we get you to the Saber. You, Captain Parker, Dex, Callie you can all think on your new lives." He bent down and rummage around, finally finding a bit gag. He brought it up and brandished it in front of her. "What do you think Sam?"

"I still think you're a sick bastard" the CMO snarked, refusing to bow to the power hungry maniac that the mirror Jon was. At this point though, she had little option but to wait until another opportunity to escape presented itself.

Mirror Jon looked Sam over, she was securely bound hand and foot, her neck adorned with a slave collar with a leash now attached to it "Oh Sam. you just aren't seeing the big picture. You old life as a doctor is over. You'll be starting a new life once you are sold to the Orion slave syndicate." He smiled manically at her. "But before that, you need to undergo an attitude adjustment and to do that, I have to finish getting you ready for the trip we'll be taking."

He pulled out his PaDD to check something and smiled. Looking over at her as she stood helpless in her restraints, he knew she was seething with anger an anger he was going to mock. "How do you feel about being crucified Sam? Seems Dex is being crucified right now. Maybe we can make it a twofer. You and she both crucified." He remarked cruelly as he still held the bit gag in his hand.

"You can try to adjust my attitude all you like, it's not gonna make me like you" Sam snarled, wishing she could move away from this mad man. "Besides, if you kill me, you'll be bored."

"Oh, I will adjust your attitude Sam." Jon promised with a evil glint in his eye. "Getting bored is a possibility." He admitted, "But I'm willing to take the chance." He stepped closed to her and brought the gag up. "Open wide Sam and say ah. We have a trip to take."

"Jam it" she tried to shoulder charging him again, dropping her weight and aiming for his stomach area with the point of her shoulder. She know it wouldn't work, but there was no way in he'll she would willingly.let herself be gagged.

He avoided Sam's awkward attempt to strike him with her shoulder and jerked on her handcuffs forcing her to stop. "Sam, Sam, Sam." He chided her, "I can see that you are going to a challenge to break and then train. Good thing I enjoy challenges. I do hope the Orions appreciate what they are getting in a slave." He held the gag in front of her, "Open wide." .

"Jam it" Sam spat through clenched teeth, refusing point blank to do anything that would aid Jon in his evil goals.

His hand went out and grabbed the free end of the leash and jerked on it hard as it pulled on the slave collar locked around Sam's neck and caused Sam to stumble forward and almost fall. The gag was pressed up to her lips. "Open," He commanded her again.

At her refusal, a knee to the stomach was applied and the device jammed into her mouth as she gasped for air. Doubled over tears of humiliation and pain threatened to fall yet she refused to bend to his will, despite the physical cost she knew would be coming.

He smiled cruelly at her as he looked at her now gagged mouth. "Much better. Now we can take our trip and start on your attitude adjustment Sam." He mocked as he grabbed the free end of her leash and wrapped it in his hand. pulled out a device and spoke into it. An instant later the pair disappeared in a transporter swirl.

TBC




 

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