Mitch blinked in shock at the confused woman on the floor. What uniform? He hadn't worn one in… wait. It couldn't be… could it? He propped her up and looked the woman in the eyes, something he rarely did anymore. "Miss Hannah? You're… awake?"
"Awake? What do you mean?" she asked in confusion. She reached forward and gingerly touched Mitch's collar. As soon as her fingers clasped on it, Mitch stilled and let her explore. He was about to explain it but then she gasped. "Wait… wait. You are a slave… and I… oh gods…"
"Yes," Mitch replied gently. "I know. It's okay, you weren't in your right mind."
She was shaking her head wildly and trembling, clutching at Mitch. "I remember it now. I did horrible things to you. To the others. Didn't I? Oh Mitch! I'm so sorry! Where's the Captain? I don't… I don't remember what happened to him. I didn't see him… I haven't seen him in a while." Hannah's voice was disjointed as the waves of memory came crashing over her. She remembered now the cruelty she had inflicted on so many men over the years… things she would never have dared done… and what horrified her now was the feeling of enjoying all the things she had done. It had been pleasurable, even fun. But now she looked at Paris staggering there with the other man - Chakotay, wasn't it? - and she knew what they had done to him. "Mitch how do I make this right?"
Mitch glanced at her and sighed. "Help them get out of here. Go with them and be free. A lot has happened but Hannah? Don't blame yourself."
Hannah stood up shakily and dusted herself off. "I need to go to the doctor and get checked out, I think."
Chakotay spoke up for the first time and hurriedly said, "Wait, no. You can't go to your normal doctor. Not until we figure all this out. But you could go to the slave doc, Devon. He might know what happened.
Nodding, she agreed and looked at Mitch. "You still didn't tell me."
"Tell you what?" he asked in confusion. He still couldn't believe it. She was awake. She knew him. The real him, that is.
"The Captain. Our Captain… what happened to him? Where is he?"
Mitch froze to the spot and stared at her. Oh hell. He didn't want to go there, but he must. Quietly, he said, "He's gone. It was her. The Phantom… he fought her so much. He refused to break. She couldn't break his spirit so she broke his body instead."
Hannah stared back wide eyed. "He's dead? I… oh." Taking a deep breath, she gathered herself together. "Okay. Moving on. I need to see Devon… he's still there? Yes, of course he is. Okay. Wait, I still have my friends here… they were just getting a snack before we got back to Pa-" Here she cut herself off and flushed in embarrassment.
Knowing the stakes, Mitch quickly said, "We don't blame you, Hannah." Getting a nod of agreement from the exhausted Paris, he continued, "See? Okay. Yes, the women will be back and wanting more. Here's what you're gonna do. Take Paris and get to Devon. The doc will do what he can for both of you. You tell them you don't feel well. And whatever story you want to do for Tom is fine. I'll take care of the rest, okay?"
Janeway stepped in this time and held up her hand. "Wait, you're taking care of what, exactly? What are you even doing here anyways? I thought you said you had Cassandra duty?"
"I did," Mitch replied. "She got a bit… busy so I was turned out to do a few errands instead. Got through them super quick and came here as fast as I could. And I will offer myself for the women. I've done it before - it's nothing new."
"No!" Hannah cried out. "You can't do that. They'll rip you apart…"
Shaking his head at her, he said, "Hannah. I'll be fine. I will. I've been through hell and back again. Not with you. Not with the others. With Lady Cassandra. She is the hardest mistress of them all. I'm fine."
The Captain was about to protest and refuse this plan adamantly when they heard the ladies coming back. There was laughter and talking ringing through the hallway, getting closer by the second. There was no time - they had to go. "Fine," was the only thing she said as she whipped around and made sure her crewmen were following behind. They couldn't go fast because of Paris, but that was okay.
Meanwhile, Hannah pasted on a smile as her friends came into view. She put a hand to her forehead and told them, "Girls, girls, I don't feel terribly well. I'm going to the doctor; I hope I'm not coming down with anything. And I think we have injured the last slave too much to continue with him." She was about to tell them to use Mitch but the words stuck in her throat.
The slave had no qualms, however and instantly nodded to the women. "I will take his place, my mistresses. Use me as you will." The next moment he had stripped himself and hopped onto the bed, locking his ankles and one wrist. "If you please, the last one?"
One of the ladies grinned at Mitch and chained the remaining wrist. She turned to Hannah to say, "I am terribly sorry you are not well. I do hope it is nothing serious. Thank you for letting us continue this party - it is some time since I have had such fun."
"Of course," Hannah managed to say before turning away. She thought for one moment to yell at them all to stop this nonsense but she knew she couldn't. For now, she was safe. They didn't know she was awake. Quickly, she hurried away, at first heading in the direction of the free doctor until she was out of sight of her house, then changed direction to head to the slave doctor.
When the clinic door opened, Devon froze as he saw the woman enter but saw the very different look in her eyes. Glancing over at Janeway, he got a nod of encouragement from her before he politely said, "Please sit on the bed, Miss Hannah." He wasn't sure just how to treat this woman - he'd hadn't ever had a woman patient since… well, since they'd been captured. It was unsettling and he expected her to snap out a command which he would have followed. He saw Paris watching warily and remembered that whole deal. Bringing the scanner up to her head hesitantly, Devon observed the woman's every move and was ready to flinch away if she did anything untowards. After a moment, he sighed and bit his lip, trying to frame what he wanted to say.
Hannah looked at him and asked, "What is it? Am I alright?"
"You are fine, you are more than fine, Miss. Quite normal and healthy and… awake."
"I don't understand, what do you mean as 'awake', Devon?"
Sighing, the doctor rubbed the bridge of his nose and laid aside his scanner. "Let me put it simply. When we were captured, two things happened. The men of Miranda were turned into slaves. They collared us, beat the shit out of us, used us in every way possible. The women of Miranda were… given a potion, we call it, and it changed them. They turned into mean, sex-driven people who… well, I'm sure you've figured that out. Once in a while, we'll see a flash of the old person, but it's not very common. But you… you're truly awake."
After a moment of thought, Hannah's next question was perfectly reasonable. "How?"
"It's simple and not," Devon began. He skipped over the fancy talk and told her simply, "You were under the influence of a brainwashing drug. When Tuvok struck you with his Vulcan pinch, it released the electronic pulses in your mind, freeing you from its grasp. It's hard to explain but I think the pinch did something to the brainwaves, just how I don't know exactly but there it is."
Paris interjected with a question, "So does that mean that Tuvok would have to Vulcan pinch every single woman here to… turn them nice?"
That did make Devon chuckle and he shook his head. "That isn't terribly practical, is it now? There must be a way to do it but I simply don't have the means or the facilities or the power to do any of that. I barely am able to take care of my patients as it is."
"What should I do now?" asked Hannah as she glanced around the room, noting the doctor was right. This place was the bare minimum compared to the women's hospital which had all the bells and whistles.
Janeway stepped forward and thought out loud. "We need someone on the inside, so that'd be you. I can leave anytime, and Tuvok too, but getting the other two out are another story. I do have a meeting with Lady Cassandra after lunch which is… soon, isn't it? So, Hannah needs to act 'normal' until we can figure out what's next."
Giving a slight nod, Tuvok agreed, "Yes. I believe they call it 'hiding in plain sight'."
"Which means," Janeway continued, "You're going to have to act like you did before."
Scrunching up her nose, Hannah replied, "I know. That's going to be hard. At least I won't do any more of, well, what I did… in the bedroom. The rest will be… doable. I hope I don't give it away."
Giving a small smile, Janeway reassured her, "I'm sure you won't. Is there an easy way of me reaching you? It might look suspicious if I went looking for you…"
Chakotay cleared his throat and politely interjected, "Excuse me, Captain. I am your personal slave for the time you are here. It would be within your right to just use me as an errand boy. I have certainly done it many times, and now I know where Miss Hannah lives… it would not be questioned."
Janeway held back a sigh. He was right of course, it was just his mannerism and extreme politeness that killed her once again. They had been battered so much that even when it was safe and okay to be themselves, they were still in the slave mode. She wished she could just transport them away and far from here, but she'd have to wait. And besides, she needed to make that lunch date. She made a mental note to include Mitch, Devon and Hannah in the escape plan, whenever they made one. Oh and Neelix's boy Yara too. She wondered how many people she'd be able to free and decided to dwell on it later. Obviously she'd love to free every single male on this planet but she couldn't do that. She'd need several Voyagers for that kind of a plan. She'd figure this out later. First, lunch and meeting. Then plan.
Quickly she let Chakotay guide her back to the dining area and was relieved to see that they were in time. No punishments for Chakotay then. Cassandra swept into the room and sat down, an unfamiliar slave at her feet. She greeted the Captain and the other women before beginning to eat the delicious meal. Janeway eyed the slave before eating her food and smiling as she tasted Neelix's influence in the meal. The dessert, however was decidedly old Earth - something similar to a baked Alaska. Whatever it was, it was delicious. Tuvok took only a bite or two to be polite then declined the rest. Too rich for his tastes.
Cassandra smiled at Janeway and said, "Lunch was very good, wasn't it? Now if you can wait an hour or an hour and a half, we can have our meeting regarding the two slaves of mine that used to be yours. I have a few things that needs seeing to first. A few unruly slaves need disciplining as well." She stood up and glanced at Chakotay, smirking at him. "Would the name Dave mean anything to you?"
The Captain looked at him and saw his hands ball into fists even as he answered tightly, "What has he done now, my Lady?"
"That is none of your business, boy, just thought you'd like to know. Do you remember last time? That was fun, wasn't it? I dare say we should do it again," she purred.
His knuckles went white as he remembered that session with Dave strung up and in chastity. Whether they did it again or not wasn't up to him anyways. He looked briefly at the slave at her side - Ben he was sure was the name. Another Miranda man. "As you wish, mistress," was the only thing he said.
Smiling, Cassandra studied Chakotay even as she rested her hand on Jake's head. "You're a fine slave. A very good one. Still needs more training, but that will come in time. Dave, however… I think he'd rather be killed then break. Same as Miranda's captain… but I refuse to do the same with this one. He'll submit to me. Same as Mitch. Same as you."
Sucking in a breath, Chakotay said nothing but only watched the Phantom. He still felt a bit tender from last night when she had taken him, and he knew for a fact that there were still many ways she could try to break him. Mitch had already told him some, but…
"If you will excuse us, Cassandra." The Captain's voice was clipped as she stood up. "I think that is quite enough of that."
A bark of laughter escaped the Phantom's lips. "This is nothing new, Captain. Only everyday things. But if it disturbs you, then leave. An hour and a bit, mind." She signaled her slave to stand and instantly snaked her hand into his pants.
Janeway saw the man wince hard and sharply said, "Come on, Chakotay. My room." She left the dining area just in time to hear the slave grunt loudly and shook her head. Just why did all these women even like doing these things? Probably the power thing. But still…
She finally made it into her room and shut the door tight, locking it and checking that she had set the door to open for only Tuvok or Neelix - a feature Chakotay had explained today. Leaning against the door for a moment, Janeway took a deep breath. At last she said, "I'm so sorry for all the stupid shit she's done to you, what they've all done to you. I promise, you're gonna get out of here even if it kills me."
"Captain, I didn't need rescuing, but thank you anyhow. She does what she likes and that's all." Chakotay shrugged and went to the window to look out. He stared at the sky, knowing Voyager was somewhere up there. So close, yet so far. He heard the Captain walking about but didn't turn around. For once, he could look away away from a female without repercussions. He whispered, "She's hurt so many. She's hurt me. This guy Dave she was talking about… he bucks against her so hard. I couldn't do what he does. You know what she's done? I heard it from Mitch. She's got him in chastity all the time and the only time he's released from it is when they want him. You haven't ever seen their kind of chastity…"
He stopped there, for it was too quiet behind him. Turning around, he was surprised to see the Captain staring intently at him. "Captain? Are you okay?"
She didn't answer him, but her eyes flashed with all sorts of emotions. She didn't know what was happening, but she felt all sorts of things ripping through her. Deep, dark things. What was going on? As she stared at Chakotay, something stirred inside her. He'd always been handsome, but this handsome? The silver collar seemed brighter and set off his tattooed face perfectly. What was this surging up inside her? It spread and filled her body and mind until she finally smiled, knowing what it was.
Hunger.
With a purr, she said as she ran her eyes over his body, "You are so handsome."
Chakotay froze at that and stared back. Holy shit was she…? He looked into her eyes and saw a stranger. He backed away from the Captain, suddenly afraid. This couldn't be happening, could it?
Her hands were all over him and Chakotay trembled slightly. Just how had this happened? She'd been normal a few minutes ago! "Captain, please don't," he said, hoping that would snap her out of it.
It didn't do anything more than make her growl slightly and be more insistent on touching his body. Her hands moved more rapidly and the next thing he knew his shirt had been stripped off. "Captain, come on, wake up. It's me."
"Oh I know perfectly well who you are, Chakotay," Janeway said with a smirk. She'd followed him the more he tried to back up and now had him against the wall. The fear in his eyes thrilled her to her depths - though she did briefly wonder why. Nevermind. Her fingers found his pants and tugged them down so they pooled against his ankles.
"Katherine, please," he gasped even as those familiar hands went around his member. At first it felt wonderful, but this wasn't right! Whatever he was about to say next got smothered as his breath was taken from him when she squeezed very painfully. And she was smiling! "Kather- oh!" Chakotay yelped as his balls got smacked. Then she was kissing him for all she was worth, crushing his lips - and still squeezing him! He started to struggle then stopped. He'd have to let her do what she wished.
He was kicked to his knees but didn't protest. If only she'd stop the pain between his legs… who knew that she had such a good grip? "Katherine, let me…" he tried to say but what came out next was another loud yelp. By the stars above, he was gonna get it wasn't he? He was shoved to the bed and kissed again. Then her weight on top of him, and more kissing. Her hand was still on his junk, making him tremble even as she snapped to remove her clothes. It hurt, it hurt, fuck this hurt, but what hurt even more was the cruel light in Janeway's eyes. There was nothing for it. "Take me," Chakotay whispered.
"I will," she said.
Chakotay swallowed hard and sucked in a deep breath. So this is what the Miranda men suffered. This is what they had gone through. To have their trustred crewmen and friends do such a thing…
She was hitting him and smacking his balls when there was a loud bang at the door. "Captain!" A familiar voice snapped.