story takes place when Ghet was 21, on her first posting, aboard the U.S.S.
Rutherford, commanded by Captain Christian Karel.
nervous, though it didn't show at all. Her face was the same as
always; calm, a hint of a smile, a gleam in the eye. It was a
practised mask and one she would not be giving up in a hurry. No-one
would guess the Ensign was waiting to see her Captain with no idea what he
wanted her for. She'd seen him around the ship, of course, the Rutherford
only held a crew of 250, and they'd exchanged pleasantries a couple of
times, but why she should have attracted his personal attention now was
expecting a junior officer to show her into his ready room, but he came out
himself. There was no-one else there. That seemed odd, but what
did she know. This was her first posting, she was still getting used
to the way things worked on a real ship. There were things she did
know about, though, and there was a tension here, something in the way he
looked at her. Assessing.
He took her
into his room, showed her a seat, and then he sat, on the front edge of his
desk, legs stretched out in front of him. "Ghetsuhm," he
said, glancing at a PADD on his desk she assumed contained her file.
"That's an unsual name."
sir. It always has been."
up, and she thought she saw an amused gleam in his eye. "Well,
Ensign Riker, I've asked you to come and have a little talk with me, because
I've received complaints about your behaviour towards other
startled, and it showed. "Really? I don't know why. I
thought I was getting on well with the others."
she really did see him grin, briefly. "I think that may be the
problem. You're getting on rather too well with the others.
Would you care to estimate how many members of the crew you've slept with
since you came aboard?"
flashed, defiance quickly curbed. "No, sir, I would not. I
can assure you, though, that I have not broken any of the regulations in
regard to fraternisation. I have not been involved with anyone in my
chain of command."
it again, a flash of more than professional interest. He gave a
deprecating smile. "It's nice to know some people have that
luxury. After all, everyone's part of my chain of command. And
you're thinking I have no right to be asking you such personal
questions. Don't worry, this isn't a censure, I'm just interested in
my crew's morale. And there have been rumours of conflict between crew
members, duty rosters interfered with, arguments, even one fist-fight, that
all seem to come back to you. Not directly your fault, but I doubt
that they'd have happened if you were a little more... circumspect in your
blushed, looked down at her hands, and thought. He was probably
right. She'd had the same problem at the Academy: it was like trouble
just radiated from her in a cloud. She nodded, and looked back at
him. She was suprised at the intensity of the gaze he'd turned on
her. His eyes were very dark; were they actually black?
"You may be right. I'll try to be a bit more considered in
future. I have to say, I appreciate you taking this approach with
me. I doubt many captains would be this considerate."
chuckled. "Well, I may pay more attention than most. I'm
empathic, you know. A ship full of unhappy crew members is a personal
pain in the head, just here. So perhaps it's not as alturistic as it
seems." He stood, and held out a hand to help her up, which she
took after a moment of startled confusion. "Besides, it's not
really your fault. I doubt many women with your... advantages would
deny themselves what's just offered to them on a plate."
and turned away, but he kept hold of her hand. "I don't think I
know what you mean."
He held her
tighter, his grip starting to hurt her fingers. "I think you
do. You're beautiful, and you just radiate sex. The signal you
give out is that you're available, for pretty much anything. And I
think that's about right, don't you?"
her arm, making her cry out, and pushed her between himself and the
desk. His other hand twisted in her jaw-length hair, and he kissed
her, hard, bruising her lips. She fought, but at the same time, to her
shame, she liked it. The more he hurt her, the more she liked it, and
when his hand fought its way up under her shirt, it found her nipples tight
and hard with arousal. He laughed against her mouth and pulled away a
little, grinning savagely when her body leaned towards his. "I
thought so. You're just made that way, aren't you, Ghetsuhm?"
her shirt right off, and held her gaze while he cupped her breast, and then
twisted, hard. She screamed, but she didn't pull away. What was
left of her mind beat at her, trying to make her stop. How could she
like this? How could she find pleasure, and she couldn't deny she did,
in being hurt and humiliated? She whimpered when his hand forced its
way into her pants, shamed that he found her so wet and ready.
her to the floor, and stood over her while he stripped. She didn't
know what would happen if she tried to run, and she wasn't sure she wanted
to, either. He was strong, broadly muscled, the same merciless
strength in his body that she saw in his face, implaccable. And he was
hard, and huge. She trembled with fear, and desire.
stopped, and just stood over her. He wouldn't rape her.
"Take your clothes off. And open your legs."
near tears as she did as she was told. She struggled out of her boots
and pants, turning her head away as her thighs parted and she displayed
herself to him. She closed her eyes, and then her head rocked to a
stunning blow to her cheek. "Look at me! I'll tell you when
you can look away, bitch!" She opened her eyes and saw him
grinning at her. "Good. Good girl. You can have a
his head, and his tongue teased between her thighs, tasting her, and sending
spirals of pleasure right through her body. She moaned, her back
arching though pain still throbbed in her cheekbone. He kissed his way
up her stomach, licking at her skin, then bit hard into her breast.
The pain was just pleasure now, there was no difference. And it was
pleasure deeper and more savage than she'd ever felt before.
her mouth, and she felt his hot hard flesh pushing against her. She
moved against him, needy. He pulled his mouth away and waited for her
eyes to open again. "Ask for it."
wriggled, embarrassed but helpless in the face of her own need.
what?" He pushed towards her, teasing her entrance, then pulled
sobbed. He wouldn't let her look away. She gave in then, to them
both, to his demands and the deep hunger in herself. "Hurt
her words firing him, and entered her with one hard thrust. It hurt,
and it was exactly what she wanted. He took her arms and pinned them
over her head, holding her helpless while he took her. HIs grip was
painfully tight, then he shifted to hold both her fine wrists with one
hand while the other wrapped around her throat. It was more than she could
stand, and her body broke in shuddering release under him. His head
went back, his grip slackening as he filled her body.
She lay for
a moment in the aftermath, gasping for breath, her lungs screaming.
Then he rolled off her and away, and she found him staring at her, smug and
victorious. "This is just the beginning," he told her.
"We're only getting started. I'll do far worse things to you yet,
and you'll love it. Right now you're bruising up: this time you should
go to the medbay, but in future I'll teach you how to heal yourself.
Can't have people asking too many questions. You never speak of what
we do. You come when I call for you, go where I tell you to go.
And grow your hair long, it's too short."
his gaze mocking on her. "I'll go now. You leave in ten
minutes. It'll take you a while to get yourself together, and you'll
need to think of a convincing story to cover your injuries." He
grinned savagely. "Goodbye, Ghetsuhm. Until next
door shut behind him, she curled into a little ball and wept. He was
her captain. She would never escape him. She hurt everywhere,
her wrists were puffy, her face was numb, and her throat burned. Even as she drew her
aching body up and put her clothes back on, she knew: she would do
everything he told her to. She belonged to him now.