Lottery
Chapter 6
By Mark J. Silva Jr
Lisa paced her office as her Marines searched the settlements near the compound. Vicky and Tina were on different teams and were narrowing down Mark's location.
A simple auction! Something that’s done all the time with males, had been turned upside down. The old lady gave Mark to her granddaughter, and she in turn gave Mark away to someone else for a score of Race (a popular drug, like Ecstasy), which heightens sexual arousal, and keeps the person high for hours.
The terms of the auction were that the winner was to retain control over the prize. No sharing or giving away was allowed. Well, the old lady simply didn't care, and her granddaughter had thought Mark was really hers to do with as she wanted.
Then there was the dealer who resold Mark to someone else.
Lisa had blockaded the planet! So far, the pets had narrowed it down to the northern side of Lexington, but they were reporting problems tracking Mark down. Something was wrong, very wrong.
The medical call came in first, followed closely by the report that Mark was found, strung up on Race and Blink. Lisa swore up and down! She was going to own and strip the hide off of everyone involved in messing up Mark!
Lisa entered the hospital wing, and found Mark being worked on.
“How bad is he?”
One of the doctors stopped, and said something to her colleague. Then she walked over to Lisa, who was trying to look around the dividers.
“Minor bruising, and a few new piercings; but, he's been heavily drugged up. Seems the dealer who had him, found Mark very uncontrollable. She wasn't aware Mark had no wetware. The drugs she tried to use for control wouldn't work.
“What happened to the dealer?”
The doctor laughed, “She had a problem with a staircase. Seems she fell up it, a few dozen times!”
* * * *
Mark opened his eyes, and the world seemed to be normal once more. He was laying in a strange bed, dressed in a silky soft nightie. A door opened and some lady he didn't know stepped into the room. Mark couldn't help but smile, as she was wearing a Fleet Marine uniform.
“Morning, bright eyes,” she said as she finished buttoning her jacket.
Mark sat, silent.
“Memory still a mess, I see. Let me refresh you a bit. Your name is Mark, you were drugged up pretty badly. One of the drugs, called Blink, created a block in your short term memory. The doctors say it will clear up in a few weeks,” Gracie said.
Mark stayed quiet.
“So, in the meantime, Lisa (that's your owner) is making sure you are never alone. You have spent a week, so far, on board the USS Liberality, sharing racks with us Marines.”
Mark touched the nightie he was wearing, and looked at it.
“Yes, that… Well, it's not often I get to spend the night with such a cute boy, so I splurged on you a little. You will find your other clothes over there, all nice and clean.”
The other door opened, and another Marine stepped into the room.
“Hey, Gracie, how is he doing?”
“Memory's still a mess. Are you here for him?”
“Yepper! Got the day off, and thought I'd take him down to the gym. Might get a work out in, and maybe even get to the hot tubs. Bet you like the hot tubs, right, Mark?”
“Umm?” Mark said.
“You will. Trust a Marine, and you will be fine,” she said as she walked over to Mark.
“Hey, Gracie, is this staying with him, or…” she asked, helping Mark out of the nightie.
“No, I want to keep it, to remember my night with him,” Gracie said.
She took the nightie and folded it up. Sammie helped Mark into a simple white sundress and patted him on the ass to hurry him along.
“Gracie, Lieutenant Masters says you need to check in with her, this morning,”
In the gym, Mark wasn't to sure how to feel. Things just didn't seem right, or fit right. He had a feeling he was safe with the Marines, but he just didn't know why. Sammie had just finished her sixth set of dead lifts when she turned to Mark.
“Let's hit the showers, and then I will treat you to the hot tubs, and some ice cream.”
The shower was quick, and Sammie led Mark to the hot tub room. She smiled as she lifted the dress off of Mark. He stood there, turning three shades of red from being naked in a room full of Marines. Sammie didn't wait for Mark to make up his mind. She just picked him right off his feet, and walked into the hot tub carrying him.
The water was hot and steaming. It felt really good and made Mark feel relaxed and tired. Mark started dozing off, and Sammie placed her arms around him. Then, to Mark's surprise, a bunnygirl walked over to them. Her fur was a very light tan, with heart shaped white belly fur, and a cute twitchy smile.
“She's cute,” Mark said, and the bunnygirl giggled.
As Mark was sitting there, Sammie had started stroking his cock causing him to harden.
“Someone might see us.”
Mark was enjoying it. He closed his eyes and moaned a little when suddenly he was grabbed and lifted out of the hot water.
“Don't just tease him! Finish him off right,” said the new lady who was standing above Mark as he lay on his back, with his legs still in the hot water.
Lips wrapped around him. In a few seconds, Mark let out a gasping moan as he unloaded in her mouth.
Once Mark was finished, he found himself sliding back into the hot water.
“Okay. You happy now, Heather?”
“I bet he is, now,” Heather said as she sat at the edge of the hot tub. “But, I'm here to let you know there's a cookout on flight deck B. Madam is expecting Mark to be there.”
“Mark,” Heather said, trying to get his attention, But Mark didn't respond. He just sat there staring at the cute bunny girl who was hanging around.
Heather tapped him on the shoulder and Mark turned around to face her. “No real change in his memory?”
“No, we have to keep reminding him of who he is. But, he has been well-behaved, and as long as he sees a Marine uniform first, he doesn't freak out,” Sammie said as she got out of the water.
“Tina, can you go and get me a hair brush, and some ties?” Heather asked the bunnygirl.
Tina smiled and rushed off.
Sammie helped Mark from the hot tub, and wrapped him in a soft thick towel. She used another one to scrub Mark's hair dry.
Heather dragged over a Chair and sat Mark down in it. Tina returned with a hairbrush and ties and Sammie pulled Mark's hair out of its old braid.
“I wish my hair would grow like this,”
“Well, even if it did, you'd have to keep it short.”
“Ow,” Mark said as Sammie snagged a knot in Mark's hair.
“Sorry. When was the last time you had your hair washed and cleaned?”
But Mark didn't reply. He couldn't form the memory for an answer.
The flight deck was filled with Sailors and Marines, mostly 'Stick Jockeys' and their ground crews. Mark stepped onto the flight deck, and almost jumped out of his skin when he stepped onto a 'field deck'. Field decks were force fields used to created floors that were temporary. Mark's issue with it, was that it was transparent! He thought he was going to fall through.
Sammie assured him that it was very safe, as she held his hand and walked him across to the main deck. She led Mark over to a group of officers who seemed to be having fun. Sammie placed both of her hands on Mark's shoulders, and presented him to the highest ranking officer there.
“Sub-General Bradly, Madam,”
Lisa turned around and faced Sammie and Mark, “My blue eyes! How are you?”
Mark tried to step back but Sammie held him firm, “It's okay, Mark, This is your owner. She takes great care of you.”
But to Mark, she wasn't wearing a Marine uniform. Hers was all black, an ONI uniform, and he didn't feel safe. Heather covered his eyes with her hand.
“Don't look at what she is wearing. Look into her eyes, when I uncover your eyes.”
Lisa knew Mark was having big issues. The first safe thing he'd seen was a Marine pulling him out of a drug house, and he fixated on that. On seeing a Navy, Army, or any other uniform, Mark backed away. With a Marine, he felt safe. It was the biggest reason he was being passed around from Marine to Marine, daily. He would fall asleep; and then, if he woke to anyone not wearing or having a Marine uniform hanging nearby and in sight, he would freak out… kicking, biting and screaming.
Mark opened his eyes, and stared into Lisa's. Her eyes smiled at him.
“Would you please sit with us, Mark?”
Lisa held out her hand, and took Mark's as she guided him to a seat.
Sammie had started to step away when Lisa said, “Master Gunnery Sergeant, would you like to join us?”
“No thank you, Madam. I think I will go check on my Marines.”
Mark started to get up when Sammie turned to walk away, then she paused and said, “Relax, Mark. Look around you. There are Marines all over the place, here.”
Lisa sat down and poured Mark a glass of wine. “Mark, how has your day been?”
Mark pushed a pea around on his plate.
“I miss my bunnies,” he replied.
Lisa eyes lit up! Mark had remembered something!
“They both miss you, also, Mark.”
Mark didn't respond, he just pushed his peas around some more.
“That's a good sign, Lisa,” someone said who was across the table.
Lisa rubbed Mark's back and he started to eat.
Music started, and Mark jumped up. Lisa grabbed him before he bolted, and pulled him close, hugging him gently. “Easy! You're safe, and no one is going to hurt you.”
Mark heard her heart beating, and closed his eyes. Lisa sat there holding him close as he dozed off.
When Mark opened his eyes again, someone he didn't know was smiling at him. She was in a Marine uniform, though, so he felt safe.
“Hello, Mark. There a few things I need to tell you. You have been drugged up, pretty badly. One of the drugs, called Blink, creates a memory block in the short term memory. The doctors say it will clear up in a few weeks. I am Lizzie, and for the next few hours I will be taking care of you. What would you like to do?”
Mark looked up at Lizzy and said, “I'm hungry.”
“Chow it is, then,” Lizzie said as she helped Mark up from the bed.
* * * *
Mark walked across the landing field with four Marines around him. They were taking Mark back to the post, so he could sleep in his own room, and hopefully regain more of his memories. As the reached the post's main entrance, a Soldier stopped them all.
“Excuse me, Madam, but civilians are not allowed past this point.”
Lizzie let go of Mark's hand and stepped up to the Lieutenant.
“Lieutenant, maybe you didn't get the memo, but this is Mark, You know, Sub-General Bradly's Mark. You can recognize him by the blue eyes and cute dimples when he smiles,”
The Lieutenant stood there and tried to stare down Lizzie.
“Is everything okay?” Mark asked the Marine closest to him.
“Don't you worry, we just have to get this Lieutenant to make a call and you be inside in a moment,”
“Gunnery Sergeant, I do not care who he is, there are no civilians allowed past this point at all. Now take your date, and go screw him some where else!”
The Lieutenant's head hit the wall with a hollow thud when Corporal Hughes punched her out.
Mark jumped, but the Marine closest to him held him firmly.
“The doors are locked. Anyone know the current codes?” Corporal Hughes asked as she tried to force the doors.
While they all spoke back and forth about how to get the doors open, and what to do about the Lieutenant, Mark had drifted over to the control console. He stared at it for a few moments, and then his fingers started flying over the controls. A click went through the room, as the doors unlatched and unsealed, opening outwards.
The Marines looked at Mark and he smiled.
“It was easy to open.”
Lizzie and the rest of them brought Mark inside. One dragged the Lieutenant through the doors.
Lizzie pointed and said, “You and you, stand guard, here. Hughes, you find the captain of the guard, and let her know what happened. I will get Mark to his room.”
Lisa stepped into Mark's room, and found Lizzie brushing out Mark's hair as he watched a holoshow.
“I understand you had some excitement.”
“Yes, Madam, but I believe it has been straightened out, now,” Lizzie said.
Lisa walked over and looked at Mark's hair.
“Looks like he needs some serous work done to his hair.”
“It's greasy and dead. A day at a hair studio would do wonders for it.”
Lisa stepped into Mark's full view, and he didn't flinch. He smiled at her.
“Lisa?” he questioned.
Lisa went down to her knees, and took Mark's hands as she said, “Yes, it's me. How are you feeling, Mark?”
Mark looked at her and smiled, “Foggy. I can't remember a lot, but some things just seem to hang in there.”
“He's remembered more things as we've been sitting here, Madam,”
“That's very good to hear. Who is staying with him, tonight?” Lisa asked.
“Corporal Hughes, Madam. She has the next twenty-four hours off duty.”
Lisa looked around the room as she said, “I'm a little jealous. Tammy will get to enjoy your new hot tub with you.”
“Hot tub?” Mark asked.
“Yes. It's a six person hot tub/jacuzzi, with jets all over; just so you can relax, after a long hard day,” Lisa said.
“I wanna see,” Mark said excitedly, but he couldn't get up because Lizzie had him by the hair.
“First things first,” Lisa said, and pulled out a shiny new silver bracelet.
She closed it around Mark's wrist. It hissed at the join, for a second. Once it was done, Lisa smiled.
“This has a transponder built into it. It cannot be taken off, without setting off every alarm on the planet. I will never lose you again, and I will no longer put you in auctions. If you want to play around, and experience other ladies, I have a ship filled with sailors and Marines who will always keep you safe.”
Then Lisa picked Mark up and out of the chair, and carried him to the front patio where the hot tub was waiting. Placing Mark down on his feet, she pulled his dress off, and patted him on the ass.
“Jump in and enjoy,” she said with a wave of her hand.
A simple auction! Something that’s done all the time with males, had been turned upside down. The old lady gave Mark to her granddaughter, and she in turn gave Mark away to someone else for a score of Race (a popular drug, like Ecstasy), which heightens sexual arousal, and keeps the person high for hours.
The terms of the auction were that the winner was to retain control over the prize. No sharing or giving away was allowed. Well, the old lady simply didn't care, and her granddaughter had thought Mark was really hers to do with as she wanted.
Then there was the dealer who resold Mark to someone else.
Lisa had blockaded the planet! So far, the pets had narrowed it down to the northern side of Lexington, but they were reporting problems tracking Mark down. Something was wrong, very wrong.
The medical call came in first, followed closely by the report that Mark was found, strung up on Race and Blink. Lisa swore up and down! She was going to own and strip the hide off of everyone involved in messing up Mark!
Lisa entered the hospital wing, and found Mark being worked on.
“How bad is he?”
One of the doctors stopped, and said something to her colleague. Then she walked over to Lisa, who was trying to look around the dividers.
“Minor bruising, and a few new piercings; but, he's been heavily drugged up. Seems the dealer who had him, found Mark very uncontrollable. She wasn't aware Mark had no wetware. The drugs she tried to use for control wouldn't work.
“What happened to the dealer?”
The doctor laughed, “She had a problem with a staircase. Seems she fell up it, a few dozen times!”
* * * *
Mark opened his eyes, and the world seemed to be normal once more. He was laying in a strange bed, dressed in a silky soft nightie. A door opened and some lady he didn't know stepped into the room. Mark couldn't help but smile, as she was wearing a Fleet Marine uniform.
“Morning, bright eyes,” she said as she finished buttoning her jacket.
Mark sat, silent.
“Memory still a mess, I see. Let me refresh you a bit. Your name is Mark, you were drugged up pretty badly. One of the drugs, called Blink, created a block in your short term memory. The doctors say it will clear up in a few weeks,” Gracie said.
Mark stayed quiet.
“So, in the meantime, Lisa (that's your owner) is making sure you are never alone. You have spent a week, so far, on board the USS Liberality, sharing racks with us Marines.”
Mark touched the nightie he was wearing, and looked at it.
“Yes, that… Well, it's not often I get to spend the night with such a cute boy, so I splurged on you a little. You will find your other clothes over there, all nice and clean.”
The other door opened, and another Marine stepped into the room.
“Hey, Gracie, how is he doing?”
“Memory's still a mess. Are you here for him?”
“Yepper! Got the day off, and thought I'd take him down to the gym. Might get a work out in, and maybe even get to the hot tubs. Bet you like the hot tubs, right, Mark?”
“Umm?” Mark said.
“You will. Trust a Marine, and you will be fine,” she said as she walked over to Mark.
“Hey, Gracie, is this staying with him, or…” she asked, helping Mark out of the nightie.
“No, I want to keep it, to remember my night with him,” Gracie said.
She took the nightie and folded it up. Sammie helped Mark into a simple white sundress and patted him on the ass to hurry him along.
“Gracie, Lieutenant Masters says you need to check in with her, this morning,”
In the gym, Mark wasn't to sure how to feel. Things just didn't seem right, or fit right. He had a feeling he was safe with the Marines, but he just didn't know why. Sammie had just finished her sixth set of dead lifts when she turned to Mark.
“Let's hit the showers, and then I will treat you to the hot tubs, and some ice cream.”
The shower was quick, and Sammie led Mark to the hot tub room. She smiled as she lifted the dress off of Mark. He stood there, turning three shades of red from being naked in a room full of Marines. Sammie didn't wait for Mark to make up his mind. She just picked him right off his feet, and walked into the hot tub carrying him.
The water was hot and steaming. It felt really good and made Mark feel relaxed and tired. Mark started dozing off, and Sammie placed her arms around him. Then, to Mark's surprise, a bunnygirl walked over to them. Her fur was a very light tan, with heart shaped white belly fur, and a cute twitchy smile.
“She's cute,” Mark said, and the bunnygirl giggled.
As Mark was sitting there, Sammie had started stroking his cock causing him to harden.
“Someone might see us.”
Mark was enjoying it. He closed his eyes and moaned a little when suddenly he was grabbed and lifted out of the hot water.
“Don't just tease him! Finish him off right,” said the new lady who was standing above Mark as he lay on his back, with his legs still in the hot water.
Lips wrapped around him. In a few seconds, Mark let out a gasping moan as he unloaded in her mouth.
Once Mark was finished, he found himself sliding back into the hot water.
“Okay. You happy now, Heather?”
“I bet he is, now,” Heather said as she sat at the edge of the hot tub. “But, I'm here to let you know there's a cookout on flight deck B. Madam is expecting Mark to be there.”
“Mark,” Heather said, trying to get his attention, But Mark didn't respond. He just sat there staring at the cute bunny girl who was hanging around.
Heather tapped him on the shoulder and Mark turned around to face her. “No real change in his memory?”
“No, we have to keep reminding him of who he is. But, he has been well-behaved, and as long as he sees a Marine uniform first, he doesn't freak out,” Sammie said as she got out of the water.
“Tina, can you go and get me a hair brush, and some ties?” Heather asked the bunnygirl.
Tina smiled and rushed off.
Sammie helped Mark from the hot tub, and wrapped him in a soft thick towel. She used another one to scrub Mark's hair dry.
Heather dragged over a Chair and sat Mark down in it. Tina returned with a hairbrush and ties and Sammie pulled Mark's hair out of its old braid.
“I wish my hair would grow like this,”
“Well, even if it did, you'd have to keep it short.”
“Ow,” Mark said as Sammie snagged a knot in Mark's hair.
“Sorry. When was the last time you had your hair washed and cleaned?”
But Mark didn't reply. He couldn't form the memory for an answer.
The flight deck was filled with Sailors and Marines, mostly 'Stick Jockeys' and their ground crews. Mark stepped onto the flight deck, and almost jumped out of his skin when he stepped onto a 'field deck'. Field decks were force fields used to created floors that were temporary. Mark's issue with it, was that it was transparent! He thought he was going to fall through.
Sammie assured him that it was very safe, as she held his hand and walked him across to the main deck. She led Mark over to a group of officers who seemed to be having fun. Sammie placed both of her hands on Mark's shoulders, and presented him to the highest ranking officer there.
“Sub-General Bradly, Madam,”
Lisa turned around and faced Sammie and Mark, “My blue eyes! How are you?”
Mark tried to step back but Sammie held him firm, “It's okay, Mark, This is your owner. She takes great care of you.”
But to Mark, she wasn't wearing a Marine uniform. Hers was all black, an ONI uniform, and he didn't feel safe. Heather covered his eyes with her hand.
“Don't look at what she is wearing. Look into her eyes, when I uncover your eyes.”
Lisa knew Mark was having big issues. The first safe thing he'd seen was a Marine pulling him out of a drug house, and he fixated on that. On seeing a Navy, Army, or any other uniform, Mark backed away. With a Marine, he felt safe. It was the biggest reason he was being passed around from Marine to Marine, daily. He would fall asleep; and then, if he woke to anyone not wearing or having a Marine uniform hanging nearby and in sight, he would freak out… kicking, biting and screaming.
Mark opened his eyes, and stared into Lisa's. Her eyes smiled at him.
“Would you please sit with us, Mark?”
Lisa held out her hand, and took Mark's as she guided him to a seat.
Sammie had started to step away when Lisa said, “Master Gunnery Sergeant, would you like to join us?”
“No thank you, Madam. I think I will go check on my Marines.”
Mark started to get up when Sammie turned to walk away, then she paused and said, “Relax, Mark. Look around you. There are Marines all over the place, here.”
Lisa sat down and poured Mark a glass of wine. “Mark, how has your day been?”
Mark pushed a pea around on his plate.
“I miss my bunnies,” he replied.
Lisa eyes lit up! Mark had remembered something!
“They both miss you, also, Mark.”
Mark didn't respond, he just pushed his peas around some more.
“That's a good sign, Lisa,” someone said who was across the table.
Lisa rubbed Mark's back and he started to eat.
Music started, and Mark jumped up. Lisa grabbed him before he bolted, and pulled him close, hugging him gently. “Easy! You're safe, and no one is going to hurt you.”
Mark heard her heart beating, and closed his eyes. Lisa sat there holding him close as he dozed off.
When Mark opened his eyes again, someone he didn't know was smiling at him. She was in a Marine uniform, though, so he felt safe.
“Hello, Mark. There a few things I need to tell you. You have been drugged up, pretty badly. One of the drugs, called Blink, creates a memory block in the short term memory. The doctors say it will clear up in a few weeks. I am Lizzie, and for the next few hours I will be taking care of you. What would you like to do?”
Mark looked up at Lizzy and said, “I'm hungry.”
“Chow it is, then,” Lizzie said as she helped Mark up from the bed.
* * * *
Mark walked across the landing field with four Marines around him. They were taking Mark back to the post, so he could sleep in his own room, and hopefully regain more of his memories. As the reached the post's main entrance, a Soldier stopped them all.
“Excuse me, Madam, but civilians are not allowed past this point.”
Lizzie let go of Mark's hand and stepped up to the Lieutenant.
“Lieutenant, maybe you didn't get the memo, but this is Mark, You know, Sub-General Bradly's Mark. You can recognize him by the blue eyes and cute dimples when he smiles,”
The Lieutenant stood there and tried to stare down Lizzie.
“Is everything okay?” Mark asked the Marine closest to him.
“Don't you worry, we just have to get this Lieutenant to make a call and you be inside in a moment,”
“Gunnery Sergeant, I do not care who he is, there are no civilians allowed past this point at all. Now take your date, and go screw him some where else!”
The Lieutenant's head hit the wall with a hollow thud when Corporal Hughes punched her out.
Mark jumped, but the Marine closest to him held him firmly.
“The doors are locked. Anyone know the current codes?” Corporal Hughes asked as she tried to force the doors.
While they all spoke back and forth about how to get the doors open, and what to do about the Lieutenant, Mark had drifted over to the control console. He stared at it for a few moments, and then his fingers started flying over the controls. A click went through the room, as the doors unlatched and unsealed, opening outwards.
The Marines looked at Mark and he smiled.
“It was easy to open.”
Lizzie and the rest of them brought Mark inside. One dragged the Lieutenant through the doors.
Lizzie pointed and said, “You and you, stand guard, here. Hughes, you find the captain of the guard, and let her know what happened. I will get Mark to his room.”
Lisa stepped into Mark's room, and found Lizzie brushing out Mark's hair as he watched a holoshow.
“I understand you had some excitement.”
“Yes, Madam, but I believe it has been straightened out, now,” Lizzie said.
Lisa walked over and looked at Mark's hair.
“Looks like he needs some serous work done to his hair.”
“It's greasy and dead. A day at a hair studio would do wonders for it.”
Lisa stepped into Mark's full view, and he didn't flinch. He smiled at her.
“Lisa?” he questioned.
Lisa went down to her knees, and took Mark's hands as she said, “Yes, it's me. How are you feeling, Mark?”
Mark looked at her and smiled, “Foggy. I can't remember a lot, but some things just seem to hang in there.”
“He's remembered more things as we've been sitting here, Madam,”
“That's very good to hear. Who is staying with him, tonight?” Lisa asked.
“Corporal Hughes, Madam. She has the next twenty-four hours off duty.”
Lisa looked around the room as she said, “I'm a little jealous. Tammy will get to enjoy your new hot tub with you.”
“Hot tub?” Mark asked.
“Yes. It's a six person hot tub/jacuzzi, with jets all over; just so you can relax, after a long hard day,” Lisa said.
“I wanna see,” Mark said excitedly, but he couldn't get up because Lizzie had him by the hair.
“First things first,” Lisa said, and pulled out a shiny new silver bracelet.
She closed it around Mark's wrist. It hissed at the join, for a second. Once it was done, Lisa smiled.
“This has a transponder built into it. It cannot be taken off, without setting off every alarm on the planet. I will never lose you again, and I will no longer put you in auctions. If you want to play around, and experience other ladies, I have a ship filled with sailors and Marines who will always keep you safe.”
Then Lisa picked Mark up and out of the chair, and carried him to the front patio where the hot tub was waiting. Placing Mark down on his feet, she pulled his dress off, and patted him on the ass.
“Jump in and enjoy,” she said with a wave of her hand.