Lottery
Chapter 7
By Mark J. Silva Jr
Mark stood inside his closet, and couldn't believe his eyes! It was filled with dresses and supposedly he had worn a good number of them. Mark found his personal email filled with holopics of him dressed in them, with many different Marines. Mark searched through the dresses looking for some jeans and a tee shirt, any thing besides the slip he woke up in. He found a pair, and pulled them off the rack, when Mark turned to leave the closet he found Lisa standing in the doorway.
“I heard you woke up with your memory back, complaining about being dressed up like a little boy?” Lisa said with a smirk on her face.
“I had a damned bow in my hair! I'm not some little toy that others can play 'dress up' with.”
Lisa stepped into the closet and brushed the hair from Mark's face.
“You had us scared for some time, there. From day to day, we didn't know who was going to wake up,” Lisa said, and Mark backed up a little. “Dressing you up was a way for use to deal with it. And you did look so cute in those dresses, with your hair all done up…”
Mark had pulled out the ties and had braided his hair so it was out of the way again.
“What are you planning on doing, today?” Lisa asked.
“I have to have weeks of work backed up. I need to get back to the lab, and catch up.”
“No, Mark, this is the first day that you seem to be you. I want you to join me, today, while I do an inspection of the weapons lab's projects.”
Weapons lab! He had gotten in so much trouble, the last time he was in there; but, this time, he was going in with Lisa!
Lisa looked at the old ratty jeans Mark had pulled out, and she reached over and picked out a black skirt and blouse combo.
“Why don't you wear these, today?”
Mark could argue, he could have a fit… but, in the end, Lisa ruled over him. If she suggested he wear a skirt, he was going to wear a skirt. He lowered his head.
“As you wish.”
“If it was 'as I wish,' young man, you'd be running around wearing only a thong!”
Mark eyes widened at the thought.
“Don't worry. You will get to wear a skirt over it today,” Lisa answered with a wicked grin on her face.
“But I don't have any.”
“You have thong's, lacy panties, and so much more, now. You have everything a young man needs to look and feel pretty, and all these clothes. If you want something else, I will take you shopping for more,” Lisa said as she stepped back out of the closet.
Mark stepped back into the room and noticed Tina making the bed. Vicky was at the desk, doing something. Lisa walked over to the built in dresser, and tapped a drawer. It slid open.
“On this inspection I want to to pay attention to the AI. It came down with a glitch, after you blew out their ceiling.”
“What do you want me to do if I see the glitch?” Mark asked as Lisa pulled out a white thong.
“What I want is for you to get close enough to access the AI matrix, and lock the AI out. No one else been able to get close because she knows what they want to do. I am hoping that since you have no wetware, she will not be able to read your actions, or intent.”
* * * * *
Mark stepped into the lab. His hair was down and free, once more, at Lisa insistence. The lab was filled with all forms of weapons systems, from hand held blasters, to ship mounted pulse cannons. The weapons didn't really interest Mark, but the tech itself, did. His eyes were everywhere. Mark had bumped into a few people as his eyes were elsewhere than where he was walking. It was this not paying attention, that got the AI to let her guard down. Mark was some ditzy boy toy of Lisa's, and didn't matter much.
Mark tripped over a power cable, and was falling. Angel shut down the force field that protected her matrix access, so Mark wouldn't get burnt. It took a whole four seconds before Mark had Angel locked up and singing for him, really singing. Mark tore through her most private thoughts and coding as she was now stuck singing Bird's Third Hymn.
Major Foster freaked out and pulled her blaster on Mark, threatening to blow his head off; but the shield was back up, with Mark inside. Faster then she could react, it cut the blaster in two.
“Brit, relax. I wanted Mark to do this,” Lisa said.
Brit looked at Mark, and at the flashing lights of the console as he worked on the AI.
“Is he your 'genie in the lamp?'”
“He sure is, and by the looks of it, he and Angel are getting along nicely,” Lisa said.
She pulled a chair over, and sat down. It was two long hours before the shielding shut down, and Mark stepped out, looking exhausted.
Angel appeared besides him, and caught him before he fell over.
“Thank you for the tune up, little guy,” Angel said as she guided Mark to the floor.
Lisa was at Mark's side in an instant, and found he was flushed.
“What happened?”
“Core temp was at one hundred and twenty two degrees for forty four minutes, sixteen seconds, before final reset two minutes eight seconds ago," Angel said.
Mark looked up and said, “She all fixed, Madam, but I need a nap.”
Before Mark's eyes closed, someone passed Lisa a bottle of water.
She put the bottle to Mark lips and said, “Drink.”
Mark sipped the water, and it felt good.
“What did he do?” Brit said as she reviewed what Mark had done.
“The magnetic wave guides were knocked out of alignment from slip field's pulse discharge. I realigned and reset the primary memory,” Mark said as he drink the whole bottle down.
“Bullshit! It takes a AI team, all day, just to align the magnetic wave guides! A memory reset requires a full system reboot, you little shit.”
Lisa got up and was in Brit's face before Brit knew she had moved.
“Before I decide you need a new job, someplace else, you'd better look at the logs yourself, Brit.”
Brit stomped over to the AI's matrix interface, and started going through the logs. Lisa watched as Brit's eyes seemed to get wider by the moment.
“How did he do this?
“Do what, Brit?” Lisa asked.
“He split the memory threads! And what the hell is this?”
“Memory bubble created in a temporary slip field. It really works,” Mark said as he slowly got up off of the floor.
“You did what?” Lisa asked.
Mark grinned, “There are six slipgrav drivers interconnected into the AI, for diagnostics. I used them to transfer and store the active memory, then I reset primary memory. It was all pretty simple. Oh, and you have a defective diagnostic program on the Mogg 44. That's why you can't get the field driver to switch over to active mode.”
The techs working over at the Mogg, all stopped what they were doing and listened to Mark.
One, a Warrant Officer, walked over.
“Madam General, if it is okay with you and the Major, could we borrow Mark for a few minutes?”
Mark stepped out of the weapons lab with Lisa right behind him. He had fixed their AI, brought three long term projects that had been stuck back on track, and he was mentally exhausted.
“You did great in there, Mark! I think you deserve a reward for such hard work. You get back to your room, and I will have it delivered.”
Mark walked down the hallway and Lisa smiled as she watched his ass.
Vicky surprised Mark by opening up a hidden liquor bar.
“Mistress had this put in just for you Mark. Tina and I have been learning all type of mixed drinks for you to enjoy.”
Tina passed Mark a green liquid as she said, “Try it.”
It was cool and tasted like mint and honey. Mark enjoyed it, and the giggly feeling it quickly gave him. Mark was giggling at everything when his door opened, and two strangers walked in carrying an odd looking padded table.
“What the heck is that, and why are you in my room!” Mark yelled.
Right behind them Lisa stepped into the room, “This is your gift, Mark: a full body sensual message, from head to toe.”
“Rosa and Sara here are professional message therapists. They are going to turn my little blue eyed wonder, into butter.”
Mark sipped his drink as he watched them assemble the table, and lay out bottles of oils and lotions. Then Lisa walked over to him and started unbuttoning his blouse.
“How much have you had to drink?”
Mark looked down at the almost empty glass, “I'm not sure.”
Lisa laughed, “Mind wipes can do that to you, just relax.”
Mark looked up into Lisa eyes, “You mind wiped me?”
“Oh, God, no! The drink is called a 'Mind Wipe.' It fogs your memory for a few hours. It's a great way to forget a tiring day,” Lisa took the blouse off of Mark, and brushed his hair back.
Mark frowned and Lisa unzipped the skirt, “Why are you frowning?”
“I won't remember this.”
“Oh, yes you will! It fogs the memories, but does not block them. You will clearly remember this!”
The skirt fell to the floor, Lisa then hooked the sides of Mark thong and slid it off of him, and Mark giggled.
“What funny, Mark?”
Mark leaned to Lisa ear and whispered, “You make me nakie in front of them.”
“You're drunk,” Lisa said as she slapped Mark lightly on his ass, “Are you two ready for him?”
“Yes, Madam,” Rosa said.
Lisa walked Mark over to the table and helped him get onto it, face down.
Sara poured a small amount of oil on his back while Rosa went to work on Marks feet.
Vicky passed Lisa a drink, and sat on the bed, while Mark moaned in sheer pleasure.
Mark was fast to sleep when the girls finished their message. Lisa placed her hand on Mark legs, she felt the silky smooth skin and it wasn’t oily at all.
“You two did a wonderful job.”
“Our pleasure, Madam.”
* * * *
Trisha reread the file once more and couldn't understand what it meant. All the lines of code just seemed to blend together. She thought about asking someone else, but didn't. She thought about showing the file to the tech working with her, but each time she decide to, she forgot what she was going to do.
Mark sat back. He shut down the halo matrix he was working on, looked over at Trisha, and smiled. She'd been stuck for three hours, and had not able to ask for help. It was time to see if it had fully worked.
Mark got up and walked over to Trisha work station.
“Funny little code, isn’t it.”
Trisha looked up at Mark, and then her whole face froze.
“Ladies, may I have your attention?” Mark said loudly.
Just about everyone turned their attention to Mark. A few couldn't stop what they were doing, out of safety concerns.
“Miss Alerada, here, seems to like to abuse people when she gets them alone. Of course, when that person has no working memory, she gets plain old nasty. But that was foolish, as she didn't realize that a certain pair of pets recorded every little detail,” Mark turned back to Trisha as he continued speaking loudly. “I know you can hear everything I am saying. So know this, I have never enjoyed ass fucking in any form, but you gave me a chance to experiment with some coding. As you all can see, I gave Miss Alerada an embedded code that has seized total control of her extensive wetware systems.”
The women looked at Trisha, aghast. They were in horror of the idea of someone taking control of them in that way.
“I could order that her heart stop, and she would drop dead, but the idea of seizing control has so many potential uses," Mark said. "Host, audio free.”
“What did you do to me?” Trisha whined.
Mark touched her forehead, and replied, “I have taken control of you, in a way that no one else ever has.”
“Sir, you're going to get in trouble! She is a citizen. You can't just make a slave out of a citizen.”
Mark scratched his head in thought, “Well, then, maybe I should just have her kill herself. Trisha…”
Someone grabbed Mark, and covered his mouth.
“Don't! Even if she did as you say, we'd have to report the fact you ordered her death.”
The hand came off his mouth and Stacy backed away from him.
“I already sent a message to General Bradly. She should be here, soon.”
Lisa sat at Mark's workstation, and reviewed every detail he and the others have given her. She was pissed on so many levels that she couldn't decide where to start. Trisha had abused her time with Mark, when he was messed up. That was very clear. She couldn't fault Mark for being mad. She reviewed what Mark had done, but he flatly refused for anyone to look at the coding he'd made. The reason made lots of sense. Anyone who had wetware would be seized. He did give a good brief on how it worked and why it worked.
The report amazed her, in that he stated he could take control of both host and AI's with this innocent looking programming. Then she closed the files, and the holodisplay blinked off.
Trisha was sitting on a bench staring at nothing. Mark was standing at full attention. He looked uncomfortable, but he was doing as he was ordered: standing there, quietly.
“Out of all that I read, nothing is mentioned if this can be reversed.”
“The program is now part of the wetware's primary programming. The host can never have it removed, but the program can be placed on hold. This allows the host to resume normal control. But, at any time, the controller can resume control with a pass-phrase,” Mark answered.
Lisa looked at Trisha. Mark had made sure the host was not harmed, just denied control of their wetware. Trisha was going to be removed from this lab. Lisa was not going to have her around Mark, after learning what she had done. But… what to do about this stunt of Mark's?
“Trisha, I will have Mark release you; but I am telling you this, now, as an order. ONI will be keeping a close eye on you. If you ever speak of project 'Puppeteer' to anyone, in any way, I will personally make sure you are returned here as test subject zero!”
Trisha sat there, and did nothing.
“Mark, returned her to normal,” Lisa ordered.
Mark whistled six bars of a tune, and Trisha's eyes flew wide open. She jumped off of the counter, and started ranting and raving. She lunged at Mark, and Heather just simply appeared! Trisha was suddenly face down on the ground, with Heather snarling in her ear about how she'd love to ram a few things in Trisha's ass, and that all she needed was about half a reason.
Lisa walked over to Mark and said, “Follow me.”
Lisa headed out of the lab and headed down the hall with Mark close behind her. She led him into a part of the post where he'd rarely been, and then up to a door he'd hoped to never see the other side of. It was an 'Official Punishment Room.' It was used when someone had to be punished, and an official recorded of it had to be recorded.
Mark paused at the open door, “Get in here,” Lisa ordered.
Mark walked in and the door slid closed.
“Strip,” she ordered.
Mark slowly removed his shirt and jeans. Lisa stared at him when Mark paused, so he then removed his boxers.
“Over here,” she order and Mark walked over to a waist high table that had tie down eyes on it.
Lisa pushed Mark over so he was bent over and took each arm and strapped his arms to the eyes, then she forced his ankles outwards, and tied each to a table leg. Heather entered the room, and walked over to Mark as he was tied up to the table.
“For the official record, Mark Howland has been caught abusing a Citizen of the Federation. His crime was forceful imprisonment by an owned Male. There is evidence to support mental and physical abuse on said Male. In consideration of this abuse, his punishment will be limited to ten paddlings, carried out by his owner, myself,” Lisa said.
The the first strike hit Mark's bare ass. Lisa may care for Mark, she may go out of her way to protect him; but in punishment, she was forceful in its execution. After the forth strike, Mark was crying. After the seventh, Mark was begging for it to stop. At the tenth, Mark was crying to the point of gibberish. The straps came off, but Mark didn't notice.
Heather picked him up and carried him out of the room, while Lisa put things away.
“I heard you woke up with your memory back, complaining about being dressed up like a little boy?” Lisa said with a smirk on her face.
“I had a damned bow in my hair! I'm not some little toy that others can play 'dress up' with.”
Lisa stepped into the closet and brushed the hair from Mark's face.
“You had us scared for some time, there. From day to day, we didn't know who was going to wake up,” Lisa said, and Mark backed up a little. “Dressing you up was a way for use to deal with it. And you did look so cute in those dresses, with your hair all done up…”
Mark had pulled out the ties and had braided his hair so it was out of the way again.
“What are you planning on doing, today?” Lisa asked.
“I have to have weeks of work backed up. I need to get back to the lab, and catch up.”
“No, Mark, this is the first day that you seem to be you. I want you to join me, today, while I do an inspection of the weapons lab's projects.”
Weapons lab! He had gotten in so much trouble, the last time he was in there; but, this time, he was going in with Lisa!
Lisa looked at the old ratty jeans Mark had pulled out, and she reached over and picked out a black skirt and blouse combo.
“Why don't you wear these, today?”
Mark could argue, he could have a fit… but, in the end, Lisa ruled over him. If she suggested he wear a skirt, he was going to wear a skirt. He lowered his head.
“As you wish.”
“If it was 'as I wish,' young man, you'd be running around wearing only a thong!”
Mark eyes widened at the thought.
“Don't worry. You will get to wear a skirt over it today,” Lisa answered with a wicked grin on her face.
“But I don't have any.”
“You have thong's, lacy panties, and so much more, now. You have everything a young man needs to look and feel pretty, and all these clothes. If you want something else, I will take you shopping for more,” Lisa said as she stepped back out of the closet.
Mark stepped back into the room and noticed Tina making the bed. Vicky was at the desk, doing something. Lisa walked over to the built in dresser, and tapped a drawer. It slid open.
“On this inspection I want to to pay attention to the AI. It came down with a glitch, after you blew out their ceiling.”
“What do you want me to do if I see the glitch?” Mark asked as Lisa pulled out a white thong.
“What I want is for you to get close enough to access the AI matrix, and lock the AI out. No one else been able to get close because she knows what they want to do. I am hoping that since you have no wetware, she will not be able to read your actions, or intent.”
* * * * *
Mark stepped into the lab. His hair was down and free, once more, at Lisa insistence. The lab was filled with all forms of weapons systems, from hand held blasters, to ship mounted pulse cannons. The weapons didn't really interest Mark, but the tech itself, did. His eyes were everywhere. Mark had bumped into a few people as his eyes were elsewhere than where he was walking. It was this not paying attention, that got the AI to let her guard down. Mark was some ditzy boy toy of Lisa's, and didn't matter much.
Mark tripped over a power cable, and was falling. Angel shut down the force field that protected her matrix access, so Mark wouldn't get burnt. It took a whole four seconds before Mark had Angel locked up and singing for him, really singing. Mark tore through her most private thoughts and coding as she was now stuck singing Bird's Third Hymn.
Major Foster freaked out and pulled her blaster on Mark, threatening to blow his head off; but the shield was back up, with Mark inside. Faster then she could react, it cut the blaster in two.
“Brit, relax. I wanted Mark to do this,” Lisa said.
Brit looked at Mark, and at the flashing lights of the console as he worked on the AI.
“Is he your 'genie in the lamp?'”
“He sure is, and by the looks of it, he and Angel are getting along nicely,” Lisa said.
She pulled a chair over, and sat down. It was two long hours before the shielding shut down, and Mark stepped out, looking exhausted.
Angel appeared besides him, and caught him before he fell over.
“Thank you for the tune up, little guy,” Angel said as she guided Mark to the floor.
Lisa was at Mark's side in an instant, and found he was flushed.
“What happened?”
“Core temp was at one hundred and twenty two degrees for forty four minutes, sixteen seconds, before final reset two minutes eight seconds ago," Angel said.
Mark looked up and said, “She all fixed, Madam, but I need a nap.”
Before Mark's eyes closed, someone passed Lisa a bottle of water.
She put the bottle to Mark lips and said, “Drink.”
Mark sipped the water, and it felt good.
“What did he do?” Brit said as she reviewed what Mark had done.
“The magnetic wave guides were knocked out of alignment from slip field's pulse discharge. I realigned and reset the primary memory,” Mark said as he drink the whole bottle down.
“Bullshit! It takes a AI team, all day, just to align the magnetic wave guides! A memory reset requires a full system reboot, you little shit.”
Lisa got up and was in Brit's face before Brit knew she had moved.
“Before I decide you need a new job, someplace else, you'd better look at the logs yourself, Brit.”
Brit stomped over to the AI's matrix interface, and started going through the logs. Lisa watched as Brit's eyes seemed to get wider by the moment.
“How did he do this?
“Do what, Brit?” Lisa asked.
“He split the memory threads! And what the hell is this?”
“Memory bubble created in a temporary slip field. It really works,” Mark said as he slowly got up off of the floor.
“You did what?” Lisa asked.
Mark grinned, “There are six slipgrav drivers interconnected into the AI, for diagnostics. I used them to transfer and store the active memory, then I reset primary memory. It was all pretty simple. Oh, and you have a defective diagnostic program on the Mogg 44. That's why you can't get the field driver to switch over to active mode.”
The techs working over at the Mogg, all stopped what they were doing and listened to Mark.
One, a Warrant Officer, walked over.
“Madam General, if it is okay with you and the Major, could we borrow Mark for a few minutes?”
Mark stepped out of the weapons lab with Lisa right behind him. He had fixed their AI, brought three long term projects that had been stuck back on track, and he was mentally exhausted.
“You did great in there, Mark! I think you deserve a reward for such hard work. You get back to your room, and I will have it delivered.”
Mark walked down the hallway and Lisa smiled as she watched his ass.
Vicky surprised Mark by opening up a hidden liquor bar.
“Mistress had this put in just for you Mark. Tina and I have been learning all type of mixed drinks for you to enjoy.”
Tina passed Mark a green liquid as she said, “Try it.”
It was cool and tasted like mint and honey. Mark enjoyed it, and the giggly feeling it quickly gave him. Mark was giggling at everything when his door opened, and two strangers walked in carrying an odd looking padded table.
“What the heck is that, and why are you in my room!” Mark yelled.
Right behind them Lisa stepped into the room, “This is your gift, Mark: a full body sensual message, from head to toe.”
“Rosa and Sara here are professional message therapists. They are going to turn my little blue eyed wonder, into butter.”
Mark sipped his drink as he watched them assemble the table, and lay out bottles of oils and lotions. Then Lisa walked over to him and started unbuttoning his blouse.
“How much have you had to drink?”
Mark looked down at the almost empty glass, “I'm not sure.”
Lisa laughed, “Mind wipes can do that to you, just relax.”
Mark looked up into Lisa eyes, “You mind wiped me?”
“Oh, God, no! The drink is called a 'Mind Wipe.' It fogs your memory for a few hours. It's a great way to forget a tiring day,” Lisa took the blouse off of Mark, and brushed his hair back.
Mark frowned and Lisa unzipped the skirt, “Why are you frowning?”
“I won't remember this.”
“Oh, yes you will! It fogs the memories, but does not block them. You will clearly remember this!”
The skirt fell to the floor, Lisa then hooked the sides of Mark thong and slid it off of him, and Mark giggled.
“What funny, Mark?”
Mark leaned to Lisa ear and whispered, “You make me nakie in front of them.”
“You're drunk,” Lisa said as she slapped Mark lightly on his ass, “Are you two ready for him?”
“Yes, Madam,” Rosa said.
Lisa walked Mark over to the table and helped him get onto it, face down.
Sara poured a small amount of oil on his back while Rosa went to work on Marks feet.
Vicky passed Lisa a drink, and sat on the bed, while Mark moaned in sheer pleasure.
Mark was fast to sleep when the girls finished their message. Lisa placed her hand on Mark legs, she felt the silky smooth skin and it wasn’t oily at all.
“You two did a wonderful job.”
“Our pleasure, Madam.”
* * * *
Trisha reread the file once more and couldn't understand what it meant. All the lines of code just seemed to blend together. She thought about asking someone else, but didn't. She thought about showing the file to the tech working with her, but each time she decide to, she forgot what she was going to do.
Mark sat back. He shut down the halo matrix he was working on, looked over at Trisha, and smiled. She'd been stuck for three hours, and had not able to ask for help. It was time to see if it had fully worked.
Mark got up and walked over to Trisha work station.
“Funny little code, isn’t it.”
Trisha looked up at Mark, and then her whole face froze.
“Ladies, may I have your attention?” Mark said loudly.
Just about everyone turned their attention to Mark. A few couldn't stop what they were doing, out of safety concerns.
“Miss Alerada, here, seems to like to abuse people when she gets them alone. Of course, when that person has no working memory, she gets plain old nasty. But that was foolish, as she didn't realize that a certain pair of pets recorded every little detail,” Mark turned back to Trisha as he continued speaking loudly. “I know you can hear everything I am saying. So know this, I have never enjoyed ass fucking in any form, but you gave me a chance to experiment with some coding. As you all can see, I gave Miss Alerada an embedded code that has seized total control of her extensive wetware systems.”
The women looked at Trisha, aghast. They were in horror of the idea of someone taking control of them in that way.
“I could order that her heart stop, and she would drop dead, but the idea of seizing control has so many potential uses," Mark said. "Host, audio free.”
“What did you do to me?” Trisha whined.
Mark touched her forehead, and replied, “I have taken control of you, in a way that no one else ever has.”
“Sir, you're going to get in trouble! She is a citizen. You can't just make a slave out of a citizen.”
Mark scratched his head in thought, “Well, then, maybe I should just have her kill herself. Trisha…”
Someone grabbed Mark, and covered his mouth.
“Don't! Even if she did as you say, we'd have to report the fact you ordered her death.”
The hand came off his mouth and Stacy backed away from him.
“I already sent a message to General Bradly. She should be here, soon.”
Lisa sat at Mark's workstation, and reviewed every detail he and the others have given her. She was pissed on so many levels that she couldn't decide where to start. Trisha had abused her time with Mark, when he was messed up. That was very clear. She couldn't fault Mark for being mad. She reviewed what Mark had done, but he flatly refused for anyone to look at the coding he'd made. The reason made lots of sense. Anyone who had wetware would be seized. He did give a good brief on how it worked and why it worked.
The report amazed her, in that he stated he could take control of both host and AI's with this innocent looking programming. Then she closed the files, and the holodisplay blinked off.
Trisha was sitting on a bench staring at nothing. Mark was standing at full attention. He looked uncomfortable, but he was doing as he was ordered: standing there, quietly.
“Out of all that I read, nothing is mentioned if this can be reversed.”
“The program is now part of the wetware's primary programming. The host can never have it removed, but the program can be placed on hold. This allows the host to resume normal control. But, at any time, the controller can resume control with a pass-phrase,” Mark answered.
Lisa looked at Trisha. Mark had made sure the host was not harmed, just denied control of their wetware. Trisha was going to be removed from this lab. Lisa was not going to have her around Mark, after learning what she had done. But… what to do about this stunt of Mark's?
“Trisha, I will have Mark release you; but I am telling you this, now, as an order. ONI will be keeping a close eye on you. If you ever speak of project 'Puppeteer' to anyone, in any way, I will personally make sure you are returned here as test subject zero!”
Trisha sat there, and did nothing.
“Mark, returned her to normal,” Lisa ordered.
Mark whistled six bars of a tune, and Trisha's eyes flew wide open. She jumped off of the counter, and started ranting and raving. She lunged at Mark, and Heather just simply appeared! Trisha was suddenly face down on the ground, with Heather snarling in her ear about how she'd love to ram a few things in Trisha's ass, and that all she needed was about half a reason.
Lisa walked over to Mark and said, “Follow me.”
Lisa headed out of the lab and headed down the hall with Mark close behind her. She led him into a part of the post where he'd rarely been, and then up to a door he'd hoped to never see the other side of. It was an 'Official Punishment Room.' It was used when someone had to be punished, and an official recorded of it had to be recorded.
Mark paused at the open door, “Get in here,” Lisa ordered.
Mark walked in and the door slid closed.
“Strip,” she ordered.
Mark slowly removed his shirt and jeans. Lisa stared at him when Mark paused, so he then removed his boxers.
“Over here,” she order and Mark walked over to a waist high table that had tie down eyes on it.
Lisa pushed Mark over so he was bent over and took each arm and strapped his arms to the eyes, then she forced his ankles outwards, and tied each to a table leg. Heather entered the room, and walked over to Mark as he was tied up to the table.
“For the official record, Mark Howland has been caught abusing a Citizen of the Federation. His crime was forceful imprisonment by an owned Male. There is evidence to support mental and physical abuse on said Male. In consideration of this abuse, his punishment will be limited to ten paddlings, carried out by his owner, myself,” Lisa said.
The the first strike hit Mark's bare ass. Lisa may care for Mark, she may go out of her way to protect him; but in punishment, she was forceful in its execution. After the forth strike, Mark was crying. After the seventh, Mark was begging for it to stop. At the tenth, Mark was crying to the point of gibberish. The straps came off, but Mark didn't notice.
Heather picked him up and carried him out of the room, while Lisa put things away.