Lottery
Chapter 23
By Mark J. Silva Jr
It had been two weeks, and Mark now had to make another trip to the ship's store to pick up some new clothes that would fit him. The part that upset him the most, was that he only got a week (or a little bit more) out of his previous 'new' set of clothes. On the plus side, he was able to buy the jeans and shirts that he liked, rather than the dresses Di insisted he wear all the time.
As Mark walked down one of the corridors, he came upon another 'Game Room.' During his two weeks aboard the ship, Mark had explored a lot. He had quickly learned that no two game rooms were the same.
Mark looked back at Tina and Penny and smiled. Mark stepped up to the door and it slid open, allowing Mark and the girls to enter a small chamber with another door. There was a sign on it, saying 'Adults Only.'
Mark placed his palm on the ident pad and waited, While he may look sixteen he was in fact nineteen. It only took the ship's computer a nanosecond to recognize him and open the door.
The first surprise was the moaning. When Mark stepped into the room, he found two ladies. One was all tied up and strapped to a saw horse like bench. The other lady was shoving a dildo into her, which seemed about four feet long and wider than Mark's thigh. To say Mark's eyes went wide, would be a major understatement.
The the lady shoving the dildo, saw Mark and paused, smiling at him. “You're a little young aren't you, now? How did you get in here?”
The other girl mumbled something, but Mark couldn't understand her with the gag in her mouth.
Mark stuttered for a moment and then said, “I'm, um… Nineteen."
Heather shoved the dildo in once more, and left it hanging out of her friend. She stepped over to Mark, and reached out and touched his cheek. “Nineteen, you say? But you look so young and pretty.”
Then Heather looked at the two pets standing by the door. Heather knew that you had to be checked out by the computer to enter the room in the first place. It would never have opened for a pet, no matter what.
“I think maybe I should go,” Mark said.
Heather looked back at her friend, “Chrystal, should we let the little boy play with you, also?”
Chrystal mumbled something incoherent.
“What's your name?” Heather asked Mark.
“Mark, Madam,”
Heather studied Mark and then realized he had an owner's bracelet and rings on.
“Mark, how would you like it if I replaced Chrystal's gag with your cock? She's never had a cock before. I'd bet she'd be eager to taste yours."
Mark looked at Chrystal and was tempted, but since she was bound, Mark didn't know if it was a good idea to take advantage of her. He started backing away.
Heather smiled and walked over to Chrystal. She pulled the large dildo out of Chrystal's ass with a pop.
“Or you could try this end?”
Mark locked eyes with Chrystal and just couldn't tell if she was enjoying this or not, Heather then moved to Chrystal's head and unstrapped the gag from the back of Chrystal's head and pulled the long cock like gag from Chrystal's mouth. Chrystal coughed and smiled, “Please, let me taste you."
Samantha stepped into the game room and found the two ladies fretting over Mark, who was now lying on the floor, passed out. Chrystal was still bound in her body ropes, and was the first to notice Samantha in her Pilot's uniform.
“Can you get us a medic?" she said. "He said he didn't feel good, and then suddenly passed out."
Samantha walked over and looked at Tina and Penny, who both had nervous looks on their faces.
“Tina, get a towel from the cupboard. Ms. Logston, Mark will be just fine. I think he just pushed himself too far.”
Chrystal looked down at Mark and back at Samantha. “We were only playing around. He seemed just fine, at first,” Heather said.
Sam knelt down by Mark's head as she said, “He is undergoing regression therapy. It takes lot out of him. He should have known better than to play too hard."
Samantha moved so she could lift Mark up.
“Regression therapy? Why would someone put such a lovely boy through that?” Chrystal asked.
Samantha lifted Mark off of the floor and smiled back at the ladies as she said, “That, my dear, is between him and his owner. Now please remember to clean up behind yourselves. I will get Mark back to his room where he can rest."
Samantha stepped off the turbo-cart and into the corridor leading to her's and Mark's room. Angel suddenly appeared and started walking beside Samantha.
“So are you upset at him,” Angel asked.
“No, but I wish he wouldn't play so hard that he passes out. You never know what could have happened to him."
“I was keeping a close eye on him. The Logston sisters treated him well, and were scared that they had hurt him,” Angel said. “Besides, I did let you know right away, when he passed out suddenly."
“And I thank you, Angel,” Sam said as her rooms door open for her and Mark and they all walked in. Sam laid Mark on his bed and let Tina and Penny take care of tucking him in.
“I need to get back to my station. You two know what you need to do."
“Yes, Mistress,” Tina answered while Penny covered Mark up.
Samantha rushed out the door, while Angel walked over to Mark and said, “Tina, we are go for our next jump in fifteen minutes."
Tina turned, smiled at Angel and said, “Thank you, Angel. Penny, are you going to sleep with him during this hyperspace jump?”
While Penny had wetware, as did Tina, she found it very uncomfortable to be awake during the jumps through hyperspace. So, for the past two jumps, she had been lying in the soft stasis field with Mark, and sleeping through the jump.
“Yes,” Penny answered.
She turned and crawled into the bed with Mark, and tucked up behind him.
Tina adjusted the setting on the stasis field, and Angel double checked the setting. Then, with a smile from Penny, Tina pulled the stasis field ring down and activated it. Moments later, Mark and Penny both went into a deep sleep. Tina then pushed the bed into the chamber, closed the security door, and locked it shut.
Tina went out the door and secured it from her side. After she was sure everything was secure, Tina sat on one of the large chairs, pulled the harness up, and locked herself into the seat.
While she did all of this Angel, went around and double checked everything Tina had done. Once she was happy, Angel smiled at Tina and vanished.
Samantha checked her shuttle once more, before the jump into hyperspace. She turned to head for her jump seat, when she found the cruiser's First Officer standing there with a serious look on her face.
“Hello, Commander Sanders, is there a problem?”
“I understand Mr. Howland was in an adult game room,” Commander Sanders said as a matter of factually.
“Yes, it seems he ran across a couple of ladies and joined in on the fun."
“Do you think it is proper that he be in adult game rooms in the first place, considering he looks only sixteen?” Commander Sanders asked.
“Well, Commander, he is physically and legally nineteen. He can do as he likes, as an adult. Unless his owner forbids him entry into adult areas, I cannot do anything about it,” Sam said as she walked over to the jump seat.
“And what do you think people will say if they see him looking thirteen and entering an adult game room?”
Sam couldn't help to smile as she asked, “And how many are still trying to get him cornered, and 'play' with him?”
“We have been dealing with that issue. But, let's be honest. Once Mr. Howland leaves here, he will, in fact, be a thirteen year old boy in both body and mindset. With that fact in mind, I do think you need to contact his owner and suggest restricting him a bit."
Of course, the Commander did have a valid point. Mark may be super smart and physically nineteen years old, but emotionally, he was stuck at thirteen. Soon, now, his body would be at that age, too. This was the last thing Lily hadn't shared with Mark just yet. She was age-fixing him, so he would never look older than thirteen, ever again.
The landing bay lights shifted to maroon. Moments later the cruiser jumped into hyperspace. The effect was as though one suddenly slid sideways, while leaving one's insides on the coffee table!
Once in hyperspace, every movement was delayed, and rushed, all at the same time. You could see your hand grab the door knob, before you thought of grabbing it. Then you would see it move, after you had already opened it. This was the major reason people had problems with hyperspace. Between doing things before you thought of starting, and then doing it again after you had done it; a lot of stress was placed on the subconscious mind and conscious thought. It would drive most anyone insane.
Wetware, on the other hand, handled this effect. In most cases, it made you blind to the actions going on around you, and focused your thoughts on what you were doing.
Sam always liked how the colors melted and formed as they traveled. It was like watching a psychedelic light show.
* * * *
By the third week, Mark was frustrated. Not by the lack of things to do, but by the fact that Lily agreed with Samantha. Since he looked and acted like a kid, he shouldn't be allowed in adult game rooms.
Now, while a few of them were sex related, others were also set up for gambling, drinking, recreational drugs, and adult movies. Mark was now cut off from things he had enjoyed as an adult and Lily would be enforcing this back at home, also.
Mark rounded the corner. Before Penny and Tina rounded that same corner, he was yanked into a turbo-cart.
“Let me go!” Mark yelled.
Then one of the riders shoved a rag in his mouth, and a pillow case over his head.
* * * *
All the security alarms went off, on the bridge. After a few seconds, Angel appeared in front of Captain Hollyfield.
“Mr. Howland has been grabbed from Deck 'G'. His pets are both on an open rampage, running up and down the corridors trying to track him.”
“Alert security, and find him! Fast!” Captain Hollyfield hollered out, “Can you track Mark, Angel?”
“No, Captain. Mark hasn't been wearing his transponder bracelet, because it doesn't fit him correctly any more,” Angel answered.
“Where did the turbo-cart stop?” asked the First Officer.
“Deck 'C' port turbo access Six 'S'! Sending security drones.”
* * * *
Mark tried his best to wiggle away, but once the girls got him into a room, they handcuffed Mark to the bed's headboard. Then they pulled off the pillow case and pulled the rag from his mouth, Mark started screaming until the older of the two girls punched him in the stomach, and knocked the wind out of him.
“Shut up or I will hurt you worse,” she screamed in Mark's face.
“Mom where did you put your knife?” Ruthie asked as she rummaged though a drawer.
“Let me go,” Mark wheezed out, between gasps for air.
Grabbing Mark's face she said, “Oh, don't worry, once we get what we want, you will be free to go,” Toris said as she grabbed Mark's blouse and ripped it open sending the buttons flying all around the room.
Then to both girls surprise a loud thud came from the front door, and then another. Ruthie watched as large cracks formed in the solid wooden panel.
Mark had a weak smile as he said, “They're going to kill you if you don't let me go.”
Toris smacked Mark once more, and the thudding against the door got louder and harder.
* * * *
“Deck 'B' forward starboard side, room six forty four. Penny is ramming her way through the cabin door,” Angel stated as she directed security towards the room.
* * * *
Ruthie ran for the bathroom when the hole first appeared in the door. A snarling bloody head popped into the room, followed closely by it moving back out. The ramming started again, and the door started to crack even more.
Penny wasn't listening to security as they yelled for her to stop. She was now in her 'mother wolf mode' and was protecting her cub. If that meant shredding the whole door, she was going to do that. One unlucky guard tried to grab her, and pulled back a bloody hand that was now missing a few fingers.
Angel appeared in the corridor, “Let her do her job, Officer Calhoun.”
Angel then produced a mini view of the room, showing what was going on inside.
“Mrs. Marshall and her daughter have taken Mark as a hostage, and are trying to negotiate a ransom.”
* * * *
“I said get back of I will cut his fucking throat!” Toris screamed at Penny as her head reappeared through the hole in the door. She held Mark up, with a large knife to his throat.
Penny snarled but she didn’t retreat.
“I mean it! Get out, or I will slice his fucking head off!” Toris screamed once more and to prove her point she dragged the blade across Mark throat leaving a thin trail of blood.
Penny snorted, and pulled back.
Toris relaxed momentarily, then suddenly the whole door exploded!
Penny and Tina both came barreling through the shattered door. Tina slammed into Mark and went into a roll, pulling him away from Toris. Before a thought could register in Toris' mind, Penny was on her, ripping out her throat!
The first security guard, Donna, rushed in to secure the room. Tina was on top of Mark, with her back towards Penny and what was left of Toris.
Donna couldn't believe her eyes. As the first one in after the pets, she was shocked to find Mrs. Marshall completely decapitated! Blood was everywhere, and looking at Penny, Donna swore she was more werewolf than a wolfgirl pet.
Sam entered the room behind the security officer. She found Tina holding Mark down, facing away from the action.
“Let me take him away from here, Tina.”
As Mark walked down one of the corridors, he came upon another 'Game Room.' During his two weeks aboard the ship, Mark had explored a lot. He had quickly learned that no two game rooms were the same.
Mark looked back at Tina and Penny and smiled. Mark stepped up to the door and it slid open, allowing Mark and the girls to enter a small chamber with another door. There was a sign on it, saying 'Adults Only.'
Mark placed his palm on the ident pad and waited, While he may look sixteen he was in fact nineteen. It only took the ship's computer a nanosecond to recognize him and open the door.
The first surprise was the moaning. When Mark stepped into the room, he found two ladies. One was all tied up and strapped to a saw horse like bench. The other lady was shoving a dildo into her, which seemed about four feet long and wider than Mark's thigh. To say Mark's eyes went wide, would be a major understatement.
The the lady shoving the dildo, saw Mark and paused, smiling at him. “You're a little young aren't you, now? How did you get in here?”
The other girl mumbled something, but Mark couldn't understand her with the gag in her mouth.
Mark stuttered for a moment and then said, “I'm, um… Nineteen."
Heather shoved the dildo in once more, and left it hanging out of her friend. She stepped over to Mark, and reached out and touched his cheek. “Nineteen, you say? But you look so young and pretty.”
Then Heather looked at the two pets standing by the door. Heather knew that you had to be checked out by the computer to enter the room in the first place. It would never have opened for a pet, no matter what.
“I think maybe I should go,” Mark said.
Heather looked back at her friend, “Chrystal, should we let the little boy play with you, also?”
Chrystal mumbled something incoherent.
“What's your name?” Heather asked Mark.
“Mark, Madam,”
Heather studied Mark and then realized he had an owner's bracelet and rings on.
“Mark, how would you like it if I replaced Chrystal's gag with your cock? She's never had a cock before. I'd bet she'd be eager to taste yours."
Mark looked at Chrystal and was tempted, but since she was bound, Mark didn't know if it was a good idea to take advantage of her. He started backing away.
Heather smiled and walked over to Chrystal. She pulled the large dildo out of Chrystal's ass with a pop.
“Or you could try this end?”
Mark locked eyes with Chrystal and just couldn't tell if she was enjoying this or not, Heather then moved to Chrystal's head and unstrapped the gag from the back of Chrystal's head and pulled the long cock like gag from Chrystal's mouth. Chrystal coughed and smiled, “Please, let me taste you."
Samantha stepped into the game room and found the two ladies fretting over Mark, who was now lying on the floor, passed out. Chrystal was still bound in her body ropes, and was the first to notice Samantha in her Pilot's uniform.
“Can you get us a medic?" she said. "He said he didn't feel good, and then suddenly passed out."
Samantha walked over and looked at Tina and Penny, who both had nervous looks on their faces.
“Tina, get a towel from the cupboard. Ms. Logston, Mark will be just fine. I think he just pushed himself too far.”
Chrystal looked down at Mark and back at Samantha. “We were only playing around. He seemed just fine, at first,” Heather said.
Sam knelt down by Mark's head as she said, “He is undergoing regression therapy. It takes lot out of him. He should have known better than to play too hard."
Samantha moved so she could lift Mark up.
“Regression therapy? Why would someone put such a lovely boy through that?” Chrystal asked.
Samantha lifted Mark off of the floor and smiled back at the ladies as she said, “That, my dear, is between him and his owner. Now please remember to clean up behind yourselves. I will get Mark back to his room where he can rest."
Samantha stepped off the turbo-cart and into the corridor leading to her's and Mark's room. Angel suddenly appeared and started walking beside Samantha.
“So are you upset at him,” Angel asked.
“No, but I wish he wouldn't play so hard that he passes out. You never know what could have happened to him."
“I was keeping a close eye on him. The Logston sisters treated him well, and were scared that they had hurt him,” Angel said. “Besides, I did let you know right away, when he passed out suddenly."
“And I thank you, Angel,” Sam said as her rooms door open for her and Mark and they all walked in. Sam laid Mark on his bed and let Tina and Penny take care of tucking him in.
“I need to get back to my station. You two know what you need to do."
“Yes, Mistress,” Tina answered while Penny covered Mark up.
Samantha rushed out the door, while Angel walked over to Mark and said, “Tina, we are go for our next jump in fifteen minutes."
Tina turned, smiled at Angel and said, “Thank you, Angel. Penny, are you going to sleep with him during this hyperspace jump?”
While Penny had wetware, as did Tina, she found it very uncomfortable to be awake during the jumps through hyperspace. So, for the past two jumps, she had been lying in the soft stasis field with Mark, and sleeping through the jump.
“Yes,” Penny answered.
She turned and crawled into the bed with Mark, and tucked up behind him.
Tina adjusted the setting on the stasis field, and Angel double checked the setting. Then, with a smile from Penny, Tina pulled the stasis field ring down and activated it. Moments later, Mark and Penny both went into a deep sleep. Tina then pushed the bed into the chamber, closed the security door, and locked it shut.
Tina went out the door and secured it from her side. After she was sure everything was secure, Tina sat on one of the large chairs, pulled the harness up, and locked herself into the seat.
While she did all of this Angel, went around and double checked everything Tina had done. Once she was happy, Angel smiled at Tina and vanished.
Samantha checked her shuttle once more, before the jump into hyperspace. She turned to head for her jump seat, when she found the cruiser's First Officer standing there with a serious look on her face.
“Hello, Commander Sanders, is there a problem?”
“I understand Mr. Howland was in an adult game room,” Commander Sanders said as a matter of factually.
“Yes, it seems he ran across a couple of ladies and joined in on the fun."
“Do you think it is proper that he be in adult game rooms in the first place, considering he looks only sixteen?” Commander Sanders asked.
“Well, Commander, he is physically and legally nineteen. He can do as he likes, as an adult. Unless his owner forbids him entry into adult areas, I cannot do anything about it,” Sam said as she walked over to the jump seat.
“And what do you think people will say if they see him looking thirteen and entering an adult game room?”
Sam couldn't help to smile as she asked, “And how many are still trying to get him cornered, and 'play' with him?”
“We have been dealing with that issue. But, let's be honest. Once Mr. Howland leaves here, he will, in fact, be a thirteen year old boy in both body and mindset. With that fact in mind, I do think you need to contact his owner and suggest restricting him a bit."
Of course, the Commander did have a valid point. Mark may be super smart and physically nineteen years old, but emotionally, he was stuck at thirteen. Soon, now, his body would be at that age, too. This was the last thing Lily hadn't shared with Mark just yet. She was age-fixing him, so he would never look older than thirteen, ever again.
The landing bay lights shifted to maroon. Moments later the cruiser jumped into hyperspace. The effect was as though one suddenly slid sideways, while leaving one's insides on the coffee table!
Once in hyperspace, every movement was delayed, and rushed, all at the same time. You could see your hand grab the door knob, before you thought of grabbing it. Then you would see it move, after you had already opened it. This was the major reason people had problems with hyperspace. Between doing things before you thought of starting, and then doing it again after you had done it; a lot of stress was placed on the subconscious mind and conscious thought. It would drive most anyone insane.
Wetware, on the other hand, handled this effect. In most cases, it made you blind to the actions going on around you, and focused your thoughts on what you were doing.
Sam always liked how the colors melted and formed as they traveled. It was like watching a psychedelic light show.
* * * *
By the third week, Mark was frustrated. Not by the lack of things to do, but by the fact that Lily agreed with Samantha. Since he looked and acted like a kid, he shouldn't be allowed in adult game rooms.
Now, while a few of them were sex related, others were also set up for gambling, drinking, recreational drugs, and adult movies. Mark was now cut off from things he had enjoyed as an adult and Lily would be enforcing this back at home, also.
Mark rounded the corner. Before Penny and Tina rounded that same corner, he was yanked into a turbo-cart.
“Let me go!” Mark yelled.
Then one of the riders shoved a rag in his mouth, and a pillow case over his head.
* * * *
All the security alarms went off, on the bridge. After a few seconds, Angel appeared in front of Captain Hollyfield.
“Mr. Howland has been grabbed from Deck 'G'. His pets are both on an open rampage, running up and down the corridors trying to track him.”
“Alert security, and find him! Fast!” Captain Hollyfield hollered out, “Can you track Mark, Angel?”
“No, Captain. Mark hasn't been wearing his transponder bracelet, because it doesn't fit him correctly any more,” Angel answered.
“Where did the turbo-cart stop?” asked the First Officer.
“Deck 'C' port turbo access Six 'S'! Sending security drones.”
* * * *
Mark tried his best to wiggle away, but once the girls got him into a room, they handcuffed Mark to the bed's headboard. Then they pulled off the pillow case and pulled the rag from his mouth, Mark started screaming until the older of the two girls punched him in the stomach, and knocked the wind out of him.
“Shut up or I will hurt you worse,” she screamed in Mark's face.
“Mom where did you put your knife?” Ruthie asked as she rummaged though a drawer.
“Let me go,” Mark wheezed out, between gasps for air.
Grabbing Mark's face she said, “Oh, don't worry, once we get what we want, you will be free to go,” Toris said as she grabbed Mark's blouse and ripped it open sending the buttons flying all around the room.
Then to both girls surprise a loud thud came from the front door, and then another. Ruthie watched as large cracks formed in the solid wooden panel.
Mark had a weak smile as he said, “They're going to kill you if you don't let me go.”
Toris smacked Mark once more, and the thudding against the door got louder and harder.
* * * *
“Deck 'B' forward starboard side, room six forty four. Penny is ramming her way through the cabin door,” Angel stated as she directed security towards the room.
* * * *
Ruthie ran for the bathroom when the hole first appeared in the door. A snarling bloody head popped into the room, followed closely by it moving back out. The ramming started again, and the door started to crack even more.
Penny wasn't listening to security as they yelled for her to stop. She was now in her 'mother wolf mode' and was protecting her cub. If that meant shredding the whole door, she was going to do that. One unlucky guard tried to grab her, and pulled back a bloody hand that was now missing a few fingers.
Angel appeared in the corridor, “Let her do her job, Officer Calhoun.”
Angel then produced a mini view of the room, showing what was going on inside.
“Mrs. Marshall and her daughter have taken Mark as a hostage, and are trying to negotiate a ransom.”
* * * *
“I said get back of I will cut his fucking throat!” Toris screamed at Penny as her head reappeared through the hole in the door. She held Mark up, with a large knife to his throat.
Penny snarled but she didn’t retreat.
“I mean it! Get out, or I will slice his fucking head off!” Toris screamed once more and to prove her point she dragged the blade across Mark throat leaving a thin trail of blood.
Penny snorted, and pulled back.
Toris relaxed momentarily, then suddenly the whole door exploded!
Penny and Tina both came barreling through the shattered door. Tina slammed into Mark and went into a roll, pulling him away from Toris. Before a thought could register in Toris' mind, Penny was on her, ripping out her throat!
The first security guard, Donna, rushed in to secure the room. Tina was on top of Mark, with her back towards Penny and what was left of Toris.
Donna couldn't believe her eyes. As the first one in after the pets, she was shocked to find Mrs. Marshall completely decapitated! Blood was everywhere, and looking at Penny, Donna swore she was more werewolf than a wolfgirl pet.
Sam entered the room behind the security officer. She found Tina holding Mark down, facing away from the action.
“Let me take him away from here, Tina.”