Lottery
Chapter 22
By Mark J. Silva Jr
“Shuttle Oh Oh Six Nine Four Sierra requesting landing clearance,” Sam said as she moved her shuttle closer to the Star Cruiser Bright Nova.
“Welcome home, Samantha. I have you cleared for landing bay Starboard Four."
“Thank you Bright Nova. I see the marker and should be hard locked in ten minutes,” said Sam as she slowed the shuttle.
Mark watched through the side port as the large ship seemed to move closer to them at a high rate of speed, until all he could see was the white side of the cruiser flying by at what seemed like warp speed. Then they stopped and the shuttle rotated so that the rear of the shuttle now face a large opening in the cruiser. Slowly, they backed into the landing bay.
Sam entered the passenger cabin, and found Mark peering out the view port as crew members from the cruise ship started unloading the shuttle.
“Well," she exclaimed, "Aren’t you all dressed up pretty!"
Mark turned to face Sam and batted his eyes, showing off that he had applied his makeup and eye lashes.
“Well, I didn't want to look like some homeless runt," he responded.
Sam smiled as she said, “Well, you sure don't look like some runt, now. How about we step out and meet the cruiser's Captain and First Officer."
Captain Hollyfield's jaw almost fell open, She had seen all of the holopics of Mark beforehand, but when he stepped off that shuttle she almost creamed herself. Mark was gorgeous. He was a fucking 'knockout' and this meant she would have to change her plans, big time. The celebration dinner after they left the space dock, was always a big deal. It was one of the few times the senior staff members sat and ate with the passengers. Mark was currently slated to sit with Samantha at one of the lower tables.
Samantha was a shuttle pilot. She was a good one, but still only a shuttle pilot. Mark would have brought attention to her, and hopefully would have helped her move up in rank. But now that Captain Hollyfield had seen Mark in person, and she knew she would have to have him at her table. Mark would get the company's attention. If he was her dinner guest, he would draw attention to her, also. Mark was a big ticket to her chance at getting a promotion, also. He would get Samantha a promotion, no matter where he was seated.
Captain Hollyfield sent a message to the dinner coordinator. Mark was now to have the seat to the Captain's right, and of course Samantha would be to the right of him. That way, she couldn't file any complaints. Mark was, of course, in her personal custody. Interfering with that could get the Captain fired, if not arrested.
“Welcome back, Ms. Bradly. I hope your trip went well,” Captain Hollyfield said as Sam and Mark stopped in front of her.
“Hello, Captain Hollyfield. I'd like you to meet Mark,” said Sam as she let Mark step forward.
Captain Hollyfield couldn't believe how Mark's eyes brightened up the room. It was like staring into a star.
“So, this is your special guest? What a lovely young man he is."
“Yes, he is lovely, and wait till you see him in a gown at dinner tonight."
“Hello,” Mark said meekly.
Damn, she was going to have problems keep her staff from trying to have their way with him. Hell, she wanted to grab him up right now, and hide him away… naked… in her quarters; just so she could enjoy fucking him every night, herself.
And that didn't even take into the consideration, the other vacationers on the ship that she couldn't order around. No she was going to have to up the security before they even left space dock. Mark would have to be under consent supervision to prevent a rape or worse. The she looked back at Mark's pets as they stepped off of the shuttle. This could lead to problems. Mark was a gorgeous young man, but came with deadly pets. And the worst part was that Captain Hollyfield also knew Mark was undergoing regression therapy. He was going to be in constant pain.
As the cargo handlers removed the supplies from the shuttle, one walked over with an anti-grav sled loaded with two lockers, “Captain, I have Mr. Howland's personal gear, should I send them to Ms. Bradly quarters?”
“Have they been inspected yet?” The captain asked.
“No, Madam, we assumed that…"
“I don't care if he's the President of the Colonies! No one boards without passing inspection. Let's open it up, here, and see if he has any contraband,” the captain ordered.
Melissa shifted the first locker and opened it up, The first thing she found was some lacy panties and the farther she worked into the locker the more intimate was the items she found. Looking over at Mark she could see him blushing as she pulled out the sheerest babydoll she ever seen.
“Stop playing with his lingerie and hurry up, I am sure Mr. Howland would like to get to his room and settle in,” The captain said as Mark turned away and buried his face into Samantha breast.
After twenty minutes, in the second locker, Melissa found a locked black case and pulled it out.
“Excuse me, Mr. Howland, but I need you to open this for me."
“Its just a holoband,” Mark said as he placed his thumb on the sensor pad, the case then popped open and Melissa took the holoband out of the case, and placed it down.
Melissa then pulled the liners out, and was happy to find nothing hidden inside the case. Melissa picked up the holoband and went to place it back in the case, when it slipped from her hand. It shattered when it impacted the steel of the landing bay's floor.
The holoband didn't just break in two. It shattered into what seemed like two hundred tiny pieces. Mark's eyes went wide as he suddenly broke out in tears. Without that holoband, Mark had no way to visit with Lisa or Lily or Di.
“I'm so sorry,” Melissa said as she watched Mark break down in tears.
Captain Hollyfield wanted to scream at Melissa, but she had seen it happen, and it was clearly an accident, though one that had upset Mark very greatly.
“Mr. Howland, I apologize for the accidental damage to your Holoband. I will personal cover the replacement cost. You can pick up a new band in the ships store on 'E' Deck."
“Captain, it was a special custom made set. Holobands are made normally made for kids,” Sam said as she held Mark.
“Well, then, it's a good thing that in a few weeks he will once more be a kid, isn't it?” answered Captain Hollyfield.
This did not make Mark any happier. It only served to remind him as to why he was on vacation in the first place.
Mark stepped into the Grand Dining Room with Sam. As soon as he was twenty feet into the room just about all eyes were on him. He was wearing a deep blue gown, long dangling golden earrings and a necklace of Flame Rubies. Mark was, simply, stunning. Even his make up was flawless.
From where Mark and Sam entered, it was a long walk through the center of the dining room to the Captain's table. Following closely behind Mark and Sam, were Tina and Penny. They both seemed excited to be near the center of attention.
Mark, on the other hand, wanted to run and hide. This concentrated attention was more than he was ready to handle. Samantha held his hand firmly, and kept his attention on where they were going rather than on being stared at.
Ruthie watched Mark from her table. She was all but drooling at what see was seeing! She couldn't wait to get a chance to meet this wonderfully gorgeous young man. And to her surprise as he got closer she notice the bracelet and rings on his hands. Some lucky lady had placed her claim on him. While that meant he was owned, it didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun with him! Then Mark passed her table, and kept heading upwards toward the VIP section. The lady who was walking with the young man was clearly a lowly shuttle pilot, so that must mean either he's worth billions of credits, or his owner is worth even more.
Ruthie did a mental scan, and ran Mark's image for info on him. She found his registration on the ships guest list.
Mark Howland, Age Nineteen, Owner on file. Well that meant his owner didn't want people bothering her. Then Ruthie read on in the file. Mark was here on a personal vacation and undergoing some medical treatment. Then Ruthie hit pay dirt, Mark was the registered owner of at least six different wetware patents, and the de facto sole designer of the Type Seven AI. Then she found the bad news. Mark was a savant! He was a fucking genius, but was emotionally disabled.
Mark was considered a minor. Well, this wouldn't be a problem for her. Ruthie was on this trip with her mother, and the trip was her mother's gift for her sixteenth birthday.
Ruthie watched as Mark and the lady who was with him were seated at the Captain's table, right next to the Ship's Captain. Yes sir-eee! Either Mark was worth a bundle or his owner was. If she could get knocked up by him, and claim it was a rape, she'd be set for life.
Mark waited as the Ship's Captain pulled out his seat and helped him get properly seated at the diner table.
“I do hope you've been having fun since this morning, Mark,” she said.
“I have been asleep most of the time,” answered Mark as a waitress poured him a glass of wine.
Captain Hollyfield looked over at Samantha with a questioning look.
“Mark was still distressed when we got to the room, so he went down for a nap. After about an hour, I activated the soft stasis field,” Sam answered as she lifted her goblet and sipped some of the wine.
“Ahh, so you got some natural sleep in, also, then,” Captain Hollyfield replied as she looked back at Mark.
“Yes, Madam," he replied.
“His doctor said that I should make sure he gets some natural sleep, whenever possible. Dream cycles are very important to everyone’s health,” Sam added.
As the dinner went one a waitress kept refilling Mark's glass with wine. Mark was served a dinner plate of Anderion Cape fish. Mark slowly ate the buttery fish, and drank more wine. About halfway through the dinner, Mark was feeling very tipsy.
“Are you okay,” Sam whispered into Mark's ear.
Mark didn't need to answer. When he turned and smiled at Sam, it was very clear to her that he was very drunk.
“Captain, may we be excused? I think Mark needs to lie down for a bit,” Sam asked.
Captain Hollyfield turned her attention from the lady who was asking her a few pointed questions and looked at Mark and Sam. Even she could see Mark was drunk from the way he was consistently giggling.
“Yes, please escort Mark to his quarters, and then check in with Commander Adderson."
“Of course, Captain,” Sam said as she stood up and helped Mark to his feet.
As Sam stepped away from the table, one of the wait staff members intercepted her, and led Sam over to a Turbochair that would whisk them away, unseen, and with out dragging Mark through the dining room, drunk.
After tucking Mark into his bed, Sam turned to Tina and Penny.
“Tina what will you do in an hour?”
“I am to awaken Mark, and make sure he uses the bathroom. He is to drink at least one glass of water, and eat something. Afterwards, I'm to tuck Mark back in, and then activate the stasis field."
Sam smiled, “Very good, and you, Penny?”
“I secure the door and Mark's bed, by closing the travel door and locking him inside the sleep chamber. Once Mark is locked in, I'll lie down myself. I'll get some sleep until Tina wakes me. Then she will sleep while I stand watch,” Penny answered with a big toothy smile.
“Very good, and remember if anything happens, just call for me or Angel,” Sam said as she headed for the room's door.
Moments after the door closed, an AI materialized in the room. Standing six feet tall, Angel smiled at the two pets, and unfolded her wings in a stretching action.
“Hello, Tina and Penny. I hope you two are well?"
“We are,” Tina said as she turned down the room lights.
“I just wanted you to know I will be consonantly monitoring this room."
Tina stopped what she was doing and looked back at the AI, “Is there a problem?”
“The Captain is concerned that someone may suffer from the stupids, and try something with Mr. Howland. I am taking extra measures to ensure his safety,” Angel said as she wandered around the room.
Angel was a Type Six AI. She really didn't need to walk around the room, she knew every micrometer of the room. But, over the years, she had learned that humans just respond better if she put on a show.
“We will protect Mark,” Penny said as she walked up to Angel baring her fangs.
“Easy, Penny. I am very sure of your ability to protect Mr. Howland, but I would also like to avoid someone else getting hurt in the process. If I can stop someone from doing something stupid before anything happens, it will mean that I not only protected Mr. Howland, but that I protected the other person as well."
Penny tried to stare down Angel. However, there was no way to stare down something that never blinked in the first place. In the end, Angel vanished, leaving Penny with the satisfied feeling that she had proven her dominance.
“Welcome home, Samantha. I have you cleared for landing bay Starboard Four."
“Thank you Bright Nova. I see the marker and should be hard locked in ten minutes,” said Sam as she slowed the shuttle.
Mark watched through the side port as the large ship seemed to move closer to them at a high rate of speed, until all he could see was the white side of the cruiser flying by at what seemed like warp speed. Then they stopped and the shuttle rotated so that the rear of the shuttle now face a large opening in the cruiser. Slowly, they backed into the landing bay.
Sam entered the passenger cabin, and found Mark peering out the view port as crew members from the cruise ship started unloading the shuttle.
“Well," she exclaimed, "Aren’t you all dressed up pretty!"
Mark turned to face Sam and batted his eyes, showing off that he had applied his makeup and eye lashes.
“Well, I didn't want to look like some homeless runt," he responded.
Sam smiled as she said, “Well, you sure don't look like some runt, now. How about we step out and meet the cruiser's Captain and First Officer."
Captain Hollyfield's jaw almost fell open, She had seen all of the holopics of Mark beforehand, but when he stepped off that shuttle she almost creamed herself. Mark was gorgeous. He was a fucking 'knockout' and this meant she would have to change her plans, big time. The celebration dinner after they left the space dock, was always a big deal. It was one of the few times the senior staff members sat and ate with the passengers. Mark was currently slated to sit with Samantha at one of the lower tables.
Samantha was a shuttle pilot. She was a good one, but still only a shuttle pilot. Mark would have brought attention to her, and hopefully would have helped her move up in rank. But now that Captain Hollyfield had seen Mark in person, and she knew she would have to have him at her table. Mark would get the company's attention. If he was her dinner guest, he would draw attention to her, also. Mark was a big ticket to her chance at getting a promotion, also. He would get Samantha a promotion, no matter where he was seated.
Captain Hollyfield sent a message to the dinner coordinator. Mark was now to have the seat to the Captain's right, and of course Samantha would be to the right of him. That way, she couldn't file any complaints. Mark was, of course, in her personal custody. Interfering with that could get the Captain fired, if not arrested.
“Welcome back, Ms. Bradly. I hope your trip went well,” Captain Hollyfield said as Sam and Mark stopped in front of her.
“Hello, Captain Hollyfield. I'd like you to meet Mark,” said Sam as she let Mark step forward.
Captain Hollyfield couldn't believe how Mark's eyes brightened up the room. It was like staring into a star.
“So, this is your special guest? What a lovely young man he is."
“Yes, he is lovely, and wait till you see him in a gown at dinner tonight."
“Hello,” Mark said meekly.
Damn, she was going to have problems keep her staff from trying to have their way with him. Hell, she wanted to grab him up right now, and hide him away… naked… in her quarters; just so she could enjoy fucking him every night, herself.
And that didn't even take into the consideration, the other vacationers on the ship that she couldn't order around. No she was going to have to up the security before they even left space dock. Mark would have to be under consent supervision to prevent a rape or worse. The she looked back at Mark's pets as they stepped off of the shuttle. This could lead to problems. Mark was a gorgeous young man, but came with deadly pets. And the worst part was that Captain Hollyfield also knew Mark was undergoing regression therapy. He was going to be in constant pain.
As the cargo handlers removed the supplies from the shuttle, one walked over with an anti-grav sled loaded with two lockers, “Captain, I have Mr. Howland's personal gear, should I send them to Ms. Bradly quarters?”
“Have they been inspected yet?” The captain asked.
“No, Madam, we assumed that…"
“I don't care if he's the President of the Colonies! No one boards without passing inspection. Let's open it up, here, and see if he has any contraband,” the captain ordered.
Melissa shifted the first locker and opened it up, The first thing she found was some lacy panties and the farther she worked into the locker the more intimate was the items she found. Looking over at Mark she could see him blushing as she pulled out the sheerest babydoll she ever seen.
“Stop playing with his lingerie and hurry up, I am sure Mr. Howland would like to get to his room and settle in,” The captain said as Mark turned away and buried his face into Samantha breast.
After twenty minutes, in the second locker, Melissa found a locked black case and pulled it out.
“Excuse me, Mr. Howland, but I need you to open this for me."
“Its just a holoband,” Mark said as he placed his thumb on the sensor pad, the case then popped open and Melissa took the holoband out of the case, and placed it down.
Melissa then pulled the liners out, and was happy to find nothing hidden inside the case. Melissa picked up the holoband and went to place it back in the case, when it slipped from her hand. It shattered when it impacted the steel of the landing bay's floor.
The holoband didn't just break in two. It shattered into what seemed like two hundred tiny pieces. Mark's eyes went wide as he suddenly broke out in tears. Without that holoband, Mark had no way to visit with Lisa or Lily or Di.
“I'm so sorry,” Melissa said as she watched Mark break down in tears.
Captain Hollyfield wanted to scream at Melissa, but she had seen it happen, and it was clearly an accident, though one that had upset Mark very greatly.
“Mr. Howland, I apologize for the accidental damage to your Holoband. I will personal cover the replacement cost. You can pick up a new band in the ships store on 'E' Deck."
“Captain, it was a special custom made set. Holobands are made normally made for kids,” Sam said as she held Mark.
“Well, then, it's a good thing that in a few weeks he will once more be a kid, isn't it?” answered Captain Hollyfield.
This did not make Mark any happier. It only served to remind him as to why he was on vacation in the first place.
Mark stepped into the Grand Dining Room with Sam. As soon as he was twenty feet into the room just about all eyes were on him. He was wearing a deep blue gown, long dangling golden earrings and a necklace of Flame Rubies. Mark was, simply, stunning. Even his make up was flawless.
From where Mark and Sam entered, it was a long walk through the center of the dining room to the Captain's table. Following closely behind Mark and Sam, were Tina and Penny. They both seemed excited to be near the center of attention.
Mark, on the other hand, wanted to run and hide. This concentrated attention was more than he was ready to handle. Samantha held his hand firmly, and kept his attention on where they were going rather than on being stared at.
Ruthie watched Mark from her table. She was all but drooling at what see was seeing! She couldn't wait to get a chance to meet this wonderfully gorgeous young man. And to her surprise as he got closer she notice the bracelet and rings on his hands. Some lucky lady had placed her claim on him. While that meant he was owned, it didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun with him! Then Mark passed her table, and kept heading upwards toward the VIP section. The lady who was walking with the young man was clearly a lowly shuttle pilot, so that must mean either he's worth billions of credits, or his owner is worth even more.
Ruthie did a mental scan, and ran Mark's image for info on him. She found his registration on the ships guest list.
Mark Howland, Age Nineteen, Owner on file. Well that meant his owner didn't want people bothering her. Then Ruthie read on in the file. Mark was here on a personal vacation and undergoing some medical treatment. Then Ruthie hit pay dirt, Mark was the registered owner of at least six different wetware patents, and the de facto sole designer of the Type Seven AI. Then she found the bad news. Mark was a savant! He was a fucking genius, but was emotionally disabled.
Mark was considered a minor. Well, this wouldn't be a problem for her. Ruthie was on this trip with her mother, and the trip was her mother's gift for her sixteenth birthday.
Ruthie watched as Mark and the lady who was with him were seated at the Captain's table, right next to the Ship's Captain. Yes sir-eee! Either Mark was worth a bundle or his owner was. If she could get knocked up by him, and claim it was a rape, she'd be set for life.
Mark waited as the Ship's Captain pulled out his seat and helped him get properly seated at the diner table.
“I do hope you've been having fun since this morning, Mark,” she said.
“I have been asleep most of the time,” answered Mark as a waitress poured him a glass of wine.
Captain Hollyfield looked over at Samantha with a questioning look.
“Mark was still distressed when we got to the room, so he went down for a nap. After about an hour, I activated the soft stasis field,” Sam answered as she lifted her goblet and sipped some of the wine.
“Ahh, so you got some natural sleep in, also, then,” Captain Hollyfield replied as she looked back at Mark.
“Yes, Madam," he replied.
“His doctor said that I should make sure he gets some natural sleep, whenever possible. Dream cycles are very important to everyone’s health,” Sam added.
As the dinner went one a waitress kept refilling Mark's glass with wine. Mark was served a dinner plate of Anderion Cape fish. Mark slowly ate the buttery fish, and drank more wine. About halfway through the dinner, Mark was feeling very tipsy.
“Are you okay,” Sam whispered into Mark's ear.
Mark didn't need to answer. When he turned and smiled at Sam, it was very clear to her that he was very drunk.
“Captain, may we be excused? I think Mark needs to lie down for a bit,” Sam asked.
Captain Hollyfield turned her attention from the lady who was asking her a few pointed questions and looked at Mark and Sam. Even she could see Mark was drunk from the way he was consistently giggling.
“Yes, please escort Mark to his quarters, and then check in with Commander Adderson."
“Of course, Captain,” Sam said as she stood up and helped Mark to his feet.
As Sam stepped away from the table, one of the wait staff members intercepted her, and led Sam over to a Turbochair that would whisk them away, unseen, and with out dragging Mark through the dining room, drunk.
After tucking Mark into his bed, Sam turned to Tina and Penny.
“Tina what will you do in an hour?”
“I am to awaken Mark, and make sure he uses the bathroom. He is to drink at least one glass of water, and eat something. Afterwards, I'm to tuck Mark back in, and then activate the stasis field."
Sam smiled, “Very good, and you, Penny?”
“I secure the door and Mark's bed, by closing the travel door and locking him inside the sleep chamber. Once Mark is locked in, I'll lie down myself. I'll get some sleep until Tina wakes me. Then she will sleep while I stand watch,” Penny answered with a big toothy smile.
“Very good, and remember if anything happens, just call for me or Angel,” Sam said as she headed for the room's door.
Moments after the door closed, an AI materialized in the room. Standing six feet tall, Angel smiled at the two pets, and unfolded her wings in a stretching action.
“Hello, Tina and Penny. I hope you two are well?"
“We are,” Tina said as she turned down the room lights.
“I just wanted you to know I will be consonantly monitoring this room."
Tina stopped what she was doing and looked back at the AI, “Is there a problem?”
“The Captain is concerned that someone may suffer from the stupids, and try something with Mr. Howland. I am taking extra measures to ensure his safety,” Angel said as she wandered around the room.
Angel was a Type Six AI. She really didn't need to walk around the room, she knew every micrometer of the room. But, over the years, she had learned that humans just respond better if she put on a show.
“We will protect Mark,” Penny said as she walked up to Angel baring her fangs.
“Easy, Penny. I am very sure of your ability to protect Mr. Howland, but I would also like to avoid someone else getting hurt in the process. If I can stop someone from doing something stupid before anything happens, it will mean that I not only protected Mr. Howland, but that I protected the other person as well."
Penny tried to stare down Angel. However, there was no way to stare down something that never blinked in the first place. In the end, Angel vanished, leaving Penny with the satisfied feeling that she had proven her dominance.