[Fan-Fic] LT.Hit-Man’s Journal Honor Bound 1
Posted: 2003-01-10 03:14am
Here's an old clissic fan fic of mine that is a tie fic for Dalton's Honor Bound.
I made a few small but critical changes in this fic as well as cleaned it up a bit for the enjoyment of Kelly and the others that have not had a chance to read some of my fics.
Be warned how ever this is not for the faint of heart.
LT.Hit-Man’s Journal Honor Bound 1
Past Love
Present Pain
3245/07/09 IST
LT.HIT-MAN was sitting in the remains of a bombed out bunker on
the training range on Travlieshan 7 just outside of the Milky Way
galaxy, the ISD _Baron_ in orbit waiting for its men to finish their
training.
LT.HIT-MAN pulled out a data pad and began typing on it.
"Well, it looks like it's going to be another kriffing wait-and-
snap mission for me." LT.HIT-MAN paused from his writing to take a swig
from his canteen. "I can't understand why my master, the Emperor,
allowed Grand Admiral Lowe to live after he kriffed up and the
_Onslaught_ was lost, let alone to be in command of this expansionary
force into the Milky Way. However, as the Emperor's left hand of death,
it's not my place to question his orders. Orders for me to keep and eye
on Lowe and to keep the Emperor updated on our war effort over here.
LT.HIT-MAN stopped typing on the data pad and started thinking
about the Gift Lowe had given him...
LT.HIT-MAN looked down at Ezri Dax. He was about to make use of
this gift that Lowe had given him, namely snapping her neck.
Then, he'd rip Lowe into little pieces and send whatever was left
to the Emperor in what the humans here called a doggy bag for insulting
him like this. But the moment he looked into Ezri's wide fear filled
blue eyes, something stayed his vengeful hand. There was something
about her that seemed familiar...so he just looked at her, staring into
her soul.
Lowe saw for a brief second the conflicting feelings that where
playing in LT.HIT-MAN's human eye and fear gripped his heart. Then,
when LT.HIT-MAN slowly raised his head and asked to be dismissed along
with Ezri, he let out a relaxed breath and let the two of them go.
"Man, that poor Trill is going to be sore once he gets done with her,
if she lives though him," Lowe thought with a shudder as images ran
though his mind that would make a Hutt cringe.
"Miss Jones, cancel my appointments and get your cute bouncy
behind in here," Lowe said into the comm panel with a smile.
Ezri just kept walking, wondering what had she done to deserve a
fate like this, and for a few moments she wished she was being still in
her cell being 'questioned' by Tierce rather than being 'given' to
LT.HIT-MAN.
LT.HIT-MAN's unsurpassed cruelty was legendary, and when Tierce
heard that Ezri was to be given to LT.HIT-MAN, Ezri saw Tierce go pale
as if he had been hung upside down and had his throat slit.
"I pity you. You have no idea of what's in store for you," Tierce
had said to her, his voice a hushed whisper.
Ezri asked what was the big deal was about LT.HIT-MAN and Tierce
told her about how LT.HIT-MAN had single-handedly depopulated the
rebel-infested city of Grogar and left Ezri to stew in fear.
Ezri thought about trying to talk to LT.HIT-MAN, but when she
looked up and saw the dark stormy look on his scarred face she decided
to shut up. On a more disturbing note, she was feeling unreasonable
pity for this man, who in all likelihood was going to rape and kill her
if she did not die as LT.HIT-MAN was making use of her tired and
battered body.
They stopped outside of LT.HIT-MAN's quarters. He leaned over
Ezri, who backed up until her back pressed up against the bulkhead.
"You will stay here. Don't move from this spot or you'll wish
that you and your race had been exterminated!" LT.HIT-MAN whispered in
a voice that was so full of venom that it took all of Ezri's will power
to stay standing on her feet. LT.HIT-MAN then stood up and started to
look around at the few crewers who had the bad luck of being in the
hallway at that moment.
LT.HIT-MAN looked over at the communications officer that was
trying to sneak away from him.
"Get over here! " LT.HIT-MAN barked at him, his voice sounding
like rolling thunder. The comm officer managed to walk shakily over to
the towering LT., the rest of the crewers desperately wanting to be
elsewhere, but some dark desire held them there to bear witness to the
unfortunate comm officer's plight.
"You see the young woman over there?" LT.HIT-MAN asked the comm
officer as he pointed to Ezri with his cybernetic hand. The comm office
nodded his head. "You will make it know throughout this flying shit
heap that if anyone dares to lay a hand on her, or even so much as look
at her the wrong way, I'll be coming for them and there is no force in
this galaxy that will save them." LT.HIT-MAN told him as he put the
double whammy on the luckless comm officer, the laser sight from his
cybernetic eye on the comm officer's forehead and the force choke-hold
on his throat.
A cold wave of fear raced though the hearts of everyone there.
" I-I-I understand sir." the comm officer gasped as his life
started to run out of him. LT.HIT-MAN released the choke-hold on him
and said loudly so that everyone could hear him, "Good, because I am
not as forgiving as Lord Vader or the Emperor." Then he added more
quietly, "You will go to the supply store and bring me a folding cot
and a pillow. You have five minutes to go there and get back. If you
fail to do so, I will be annoyed, and there will be no place in this
galaxy or our own that you could hide from me. Understood?"
The comm office nodded his head but still stood there quivering
in fear. "Well, what are you waiting for?" LT.HIT-MAN asked in a
pleasant voice, smiling at the comm officer who promptly began to run,
half expecting a blaster bolt in the back.
Ezri was stunned. The rumors about LT.HIT-MAN did not do him
justice and she felt as if the icy cold clutching hand of death was
reaching out to rip her life from her in agonizing slowness. She was
confused... why would this monster be concerned for her safety?
Could she live after he was done with her and the thought of herself living
year after year being used and abused filled her with despair.
So intense was that despair that when LT.HIT-MAN turned to look
at the rest of the crewers that were standing there staring at him he
snarled loudly, "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!" Ezri just about soiled
herself.
The crewers that had watched what had happened ran and did not
look back.
LT.HIT-MAN snapped his head around and locked his eyes on Ezri
like the targeting system of the Death Star superlaser. She began to
inch away from him as he walked towards her.
"I thought I told you not to move," he said, and at the sound of
LT.HIT-MAN's dead cold flat voice, she froze like a trapped animal.
LT.HIT-MAN walked over to the door to his quarters and tapped in
the code to unlock the door. Once the door was open, he gestured for
Ezri to go into the dark room. Ezri managed to get her wits about her
and though sheer force of will she walked into the darkened room,
followed by LT.HIT-MAN. The door hissed shut with the finality of a
sealed grave.
Ezri stood there, thankful for the darkness so the LT.HIT-MAN
could not she that she was shaking with fear and the only thing she
could see was the blood red glow of LT.HIT-MAN's cybernetic eye.
LT.HIT-MAN could see that Ezri was trembling, thanks to the night
vision system that was built into his cybernetic eye "Good...and now it
begins." LT.HIT-MAN thought to himself as he flicked on the light to
his room.
Ezri closed her eyes at the first sign of the cold blind white
light. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes again and saw the bare,
hard, cold white walls of LT.HIT-MAN's quarters. Glancing around, she
saw a simple hard cot that had a large bag on it, a simple chest with
four drawers and a small closet. Further along, back away by the cot,
was a small room.
LT.HIT-MAN had been watching as Ezri looked over the spartan
quarters.
"Oh man this is going to be difficult to adjust to," LT.HIT-MAN
thought to himself. He had always been a loner, and now there was
someone in his life after all the long years of death and pain; death
and pain that he dealt out with ruthless precision without question. He
was not sure if this was going to be a good thing but what he felt for
Ezri had changed everything, so he would do what he did best, deal with
it.
"That small room is the shower and toilet," he told Ezri in a
cold dry voice as he watched her.
Ezri was starting to get uneasy. If only his quarters where a few
feet bigger, then she could handle this.
"Well, let's get this shit over with," Ezri thought to herself
and turned to face LT.HIT-MAN was just standing there watching her.
" S-So what do we do now?" she asked LT.HIT-MAN who was walking
towards the door. Was he going to leave her?
"Wait," was his curt answer.
Four minutes and fifty-nine and a half seconds later, the door
chime pinged. LT.HIT-MAN opened the door to see the breathless comm
officer standing there with the folded cot and pillow and a whole lot
of fear induced sweat pouring off him.
"Here's what you asked for. Is there anything else, sir?" the
comm officer croaked as LT.HIT-MAN took the cot and pillow from him.
LT.HIT-MAN pulled out a one hundred Imperial credit chip tossed
it to the comm officer. He had a look on his face like someone had
walked up to him and kicked him in the nuts.
"Have a nice day," he said, and then the door to LT.HIT-MAN's
quarters shut leaving the comm officer to walk away wondering if what
had happened had really happened.
LT.HIT-MAN set up Ezri's cot at the foot of his cot. Ezri hoped
that LT.HIT-MAN did not have smelly feet.
"You will keep this cot clean and made like it is now. Do you
understand me?" LT.HIT-MAN asked Ezri as he started to rummage around
in the bag on his cot.
"Yes, I understand," she told him as the counselor part of her
was trying to figure out what exactly LT.HIT-MAN's problem was besides
his obvious lack of sex.
LT.HIT-MAN put the med-kit on his bed and picked up the data pad
that Lowe had given him with the data about Ezri and her race. He read
over it for a few minutes and put it down, turning to face her.
"Remove your clothing and lay down on your cot with your arms
held at your sides," he ordered.
Ezri looked at him in shocked outrage. "No way, I am not g-" but
she never finished what she was saying as LT.HIT-MAN reached down to
his belt and took off the cylinder had been hanging there, pushing a
button on it.
There was a loud snap-hiss and a glowing inky black energy blade
sprung to life from one end of the cylinder.
"Either you will remove your clothing or I'll remove them for
you." LT.HIT-MAN said as he held the lightsaber blade so close to
Ezri's neck that she could feel the heat coming from it.
Ezri reached for the clasp of her dirty and somewhat bloody
uniform shirt as LT.HIT-MAN just watched her like some sort of
predatory beast. She was about to drop it to the floor, but LT.HIT-MAN
held out his cybernetic hand. Ezri felt like telling him to kill her,
but there was a small part of her that was finding this highly erotic.
She felt shame, but she steeled herself and handed him her
uniform top. He threw onto his cot in a tangled heap.
"Now the bra," he told her. He could see the look of hate, rage
and shame on her normally cute and happy pixie like face and he knew
that this was going to be interesting, to say the least.
Ezri reached behind her back, wishing he had a phaser tucked away
back there. She deiced to try something, something that could cost her
dearly... "What the hell, why not? If I'm going to die I might as well
have some fun while I'm at it," she thought whimsically, fiddling with
the clasp on her bra.
"Damn, it seems to be stuck," Ezri said as she kept fiddling with
it.
LT.HIT-MAN had a feeling she was playing a game with her and was
about to tell her to quit it and remove the bra.
"What the hell, I'll play the game with her," he thought to
himself as he extinguished the lightsaber and clipped it back onto his
belt. After all, Lowe did not say what time he had to report for duty,
and besides, this was the best fun he had had in a long time.
"Turn around and I'll undo it." LT.HIT-MAN said to her in a flat
quite voice, but allowed an interested look to appear in his human eye.
Ezri saw the look in LT.HIT-MAN's eye and knew that he was
playing along. Now things would get interesting.
Ezri turned her back to LT.HIT-MAN, shivering in anticipation of his touch. Would he use his human hand or the cybernetic one? When she felt the cold touch of metal on her back, she felt her nipples starting to harden.
"I didn't know that you had spots down your back. Interesting,"
LT.HIT-MAN whispered
into her left ear in a low husky voice as he undid the clasp on the
black bra.
"Not the spots!" Ezri thought, hoping that LT.HIT-MAN would not
touch them, for they were an erogenous zone on all Trills both male and
female. She found herself becoming aroused in a sick, twisted way and
her guilt start to build up within her.
LT.HIT-MAN stepped back and ordered Ezri to hand over the bra.
She just looked at him like he was out of his mind but then she decided
to hell with it and handed it over, her nipples on her small pear-
shaped breasts becoming harder in the cool air of LT.HIT-MAN's
quarters.
LT.HIT-MAN looked her breasts over. They where small, not like
Iris's had been... LT.HIT-MAN drew in a sharp breath at the thought of
his dead wife and unborn son, murdered by the rebel scum.
Ezri saw the look of pain in LT.HIT-MAN's eye and she knew from
the depths of that pain that there was no way he was faking this. Her
heart ached as she thought about all the loved ones that she and
countless other federation citizens had lost to the Empire and any pity
she felt for him was ruthlessly crushed in a wave of hate.
"Remove your paints and panties," LT.HIT-MAN said icily as he
tossed the bra over to where Ezri's uniform shirt was on his cot.
Ezri undid her pants, hoping that LT.HIT-MAN would not see that
she had become wet at the burst of lust that had raised hell in her
mind and heart a few moments ago. She took them off and handed them to
LT.HIT-MAN. With a slight hesitancy she took off her black panties and
handed them to him as well and stood there naked under LT.HIT-MAN's
cold unrelenting gaze, wishing she could curl up and die.
"Lay down on your cot with your arms at your sides and do not
move!" LT.HIT-MAN said forcefully as he put the rest of Ezri's clothes
on his cot, picking up the data pad and med-kit.
Ezri tried not to shiver as LT.HIT-MAN ran some kind of scanning
device over her body. She prayed that this nightmare would end soon one
way of the other.
"Turn over," LT.HIT-MAN said as he started to look over the
readings on the medical scanner, and then he saw that Ezri was looking
at him, her blue eyes widening in fear. LT.HIT-MAN was getting tired of
this game
"For the last time, turn over or I'll turn you over."
He put down the data pad and started to reach over with his
cybernetic hand that looked to have an unbreakable grip. Ezri quickly
turned over, her pert ass tightening up as the mental image of LT.HIT-
MAN sodomizing her ran though her mind. She closed her eyes to keep
from crying; there was no way she was going to give this bastard that
satisfaction.
"I heard that a trill's spots where highly sensitive, is this
true?" LT.HIT-MAN asked her as he ran the med scanner over her bruised
and lacerated back.
Ezri took a deep breath and told him that this was true, dreading
the feel of LT.HIT-MAN's cold cybernetic hand on her back.
"I see, I'll have to keep that in mind. Turn back over and do not
move," LT.HIT-MAN said in a stern voice as he reached into the med-kit.
When he pulled out what looked to be a hypo spray, Ezri tried to get
off the bed but LT.HIT-MAN grabbed her with his human hand and held her
down as he injected her with the hypo-spray.
"I told you not to move. Why do you keep resisting me?, I am
trying to help you," LT.HIT-MAN asked. This time he was ticked off. He
let it show in his face and Ezri stopped moving as the cold fear of
what was going to happen to her played though her mind, and she stopped
fighting against LT.HIT-MAN's iron grip as whatever he had injected her
with started to take effect.
"I-I-I'm sorry, I did not know what you where going to inject me
with and I was scared," Ezri whimpered as LT.HIT-MAN brought his
scarred face up to hers.
"As well you should be scared, but I was going to tell you that
what I had injected you with was a substance called bacta. It helps to
rapidly heal most wounds. I saw that Tierce and his goon squad worked
you over so I decided to fix you up. After all I have need of you and
what I have planned for you can be strenuous and I did not want you
dying in the middle of-." LT.HIT-MAN stopped talking and let Ezri's
fear at what he was implying that he had in store for her be her
punishment for her resistance to his orders and actions.
Ezri just laid there in pure terror. What did this sick son of a
bitch have planned for her that she could end up dying because of it?
When she saw that he was not going to answer her it took all of her
willpower to fight back the tears that where trying to escape from her
eyes.
LT.HIT-MAN saw that the struggle that Ezri was fighting with in
herself and found it refreshing, so he let her go. He didn't want to
break her too badly; otherwise she would be of no use to him
whatsoever.
Ezri watched as LT.HIT-MAN picked up the data pad that he had put
down so that he could restrain her and waited for what ever was going
to happen to happen as she managed to push down her fear.
"This medical report says that a parasitic life from was removed
from you. Do you know how this thing that was inside you got there?"
LT.HIT-MAN asked her as he watched her, waiting to see her reaction to
his words.
Ezri felt like LT.HIT-MAN had gutted her. After she had been
captured she awoke to find the Dax symbiot was gone, an ugly scar on
her slender belly. Despair washed over her. She felt like half of her
soul had been brutally ripped out of her.
"The symbiot was not a parasite. A few of the Trill race are
selected from the many that apply for joining. You see, the symbiot ha
a life span that is far longer then ours and when joined the symbiot
and host become one, sharing their lives, their experiences with each
other," Ezri told LT.HIT-MAN, her voice ragged with grief.
She was just starting to come to terms with the loss of the Dax
symbiot but with everything that was happening to her, what had
happened to her friends, to Julian, all of it came crashing back down
on her when he started to talk about the symbiot. She could no longer
hold back her tears.
LT.HIT-MAN looked down at Ezri, his face was blank but inside he
was smiling. All was going according to his plans for Ezri; first he
would break her will, then she would be his to mold as he saw fit.
"Well I'm sorry to hear that. I'll be sure to pass this
information along when I can." LT.HIT-MAN said in a voice that made it
sound like he was talking about the day's shock ball scores or some
other trivial thing.
"Now the next th-" Ezri cut him off as she asked him what had
happen to the symbiot; her fear and pain was driving her on. She had to
know.
LT.HIT-MAN looked back at the data pad "It says here that the
parasite, symbiot as you call it, was terminated ten minutes after it
was removed for you and is being dissected in one of our research labs
as we speak." he told her.
Ezri could no longer take it and lost her cool. "I'LL KILL YOU,
YOU SON OF A BITCH!" she screamed as she let her hate and rage that had been building up with in her, along with her fear, pain and despair,
loose on LT.HIT-MAN.
She laced him with a sold right cross that would
have made a Klingon sing with joy. LT.HIT-MAN's head snapped back. She
was about to rip his head off but she was stopped in her tracks as she
felt he life being brutally choked from her.
"You'll never ever raise you hand to me again. The next time you
do your suffering will be legendary even to the Sith!" LT.HIT-MAN said
to Ezri, his voice was so cold that she pissed herself as LT.HIT-MAN
used the force not only to choke her but levitated her three feet off
of the floor as well.
"We did not know that the Trill and the symbiot had that type of
a relationship." This was true; the Empire did not have the time to
study up on all the races that fell before them as they swiftly crushed
the Milky Way galaxy beneath their boots; such are the fortunes of war.
Just as Ezri was about to die LT.HIT-MAN released her and she
fell to the floor. She laid there, gasping like a fish out of water as
her labored breathing echoed in LT.HIT-MAN's quarters.
As Ezri weakly struggled to lift herself off of the floor,
LT.HIT-MAN was looking for something in his bag.
When Ezri could breathe normally she looked at LT.HIT-MAN,
wishing for nothing in the entire universe more than to see him dead.
LT.HIT-MAN looked into Ezri's eyes that were nothing more then
blue slits as hate played on her face. This was getting better and
better with each passing moment.
"I wish that it didn't have to be this way. If I had known that
this symbiot was so damn important to you I would have had it's life
spared, but I just got here, so back off," LT.HIT-MAN said as he stood
over her with his hands behind his back. He was going to offer her
revenge on the ones who had took the symbiot from her but she had not
yet earned that right.
"Just rape me and get it over with," Ezri said as she raised her
ass into the air and waited. LT.HIT-MAN was sorely tempted by such a
delectable target but now was not the time or the place for that; there
was a war to be fought. So, instead, LT.HIT-MAN brought his cybernetic
hand down and smartly slapped Ezri's ass, the crack of metal hitting
flesh echoing throughout his quarters like a rifle shot.
"Get up. If I wanted to use your body I would have all ready done
so," he said in a cold lifeless voice as he waited for Ezri to get to
her feet.
When Ezri felt metal strike her bare ass she bit her lip to keep
from crying out, half in pain and half in the perverse pleasure she
felt as her ass start to burn like fire. She got up, thankful that she
was not going to be ravaged by this psycho. "Well, this game has taken
a funny turn." she thought to herself as she weakly got to her feet.
"Now go and clean yourself up. I do not like having my property
soiled," LT.HIT-MAN told her and with much bruised pride Ezri held her head up
as she went to clean herself up, fighting the humiliation that was
tearing at her wounded heart. She had never been so mortified in all of
her life.
Ezri stepped into the shower and let the water play over her
body. As she cleaned herself off she felt herself becoming aroused as
her hands washed her belly.
"What is wrong with me?" she thought to herself. This was not the
time for the place or this; the last time she had be screwed was when
she and Julian he jumped each other's bones in the sick bay the day
before the Empire had come and her guilt hit her like a hammer to the
head. For all she knew Julian could still be alive and she was lusting
after LT.HIT-MAN.
Ezri let her tears mix with the water from the shower as she
cleaned up.
"About time you finished. Come here," LT.HIT-MAN said to Ezri who
had a look of shame and self-loathing and surprisingly suborn defiance
and he knew that it would only be a matter of time before she was his,
mind, body and soul.
"What do you want?" Ezri asked him as the flame of her anger that
had been burning low flared up at the sight of LT.HIT-MAN's cold,
lifeless scarred face.
LT.HIT-MAN took his hands from behind his back and in his
cybernetic hand was a strange metal collar.
Ezri fought back her fear as he snapped the collar around her
sore neck
"I would not try and remove the collar or leave my-no, our-
quarters, and if you so try to end your life the collar will inject you
with bacta," he said to Ezri. Her despair, which had lessened in the
shower, now returned with a vengeance to her soul.
"You see, there is no escape, so you might as well face the facts you are mine!"
LT.HIT-MAN said to her.
"Be cool Ez, he's messing with your mind." she thought to herself
" and doing a damn good job of it," another part of herself said as
LT.HIT-MAN just stood there staring at her.
Ezri walked with up to LT.HIT-MAN and took a savage enjoyment in
the surprised look on his face.
"You may own my body but you'll never own my mind or my soul!"
she spat at him.
"We shall see." was his reply then he quickly added, "I have one
last task for you before I leave."
"What do you want?" Ezri said, those words where like ashes in
her mouth
LT.HIT-MAN shouldered the bag that was on his cot and said to
her, "I want you to take your clothes, all of them, and clean up the
mess you made then put them in that slot." LT.HIT-MAN pointed to a
small slot in the wall by the dresser.
"Fine." Ezri said as she took her Starfleet uniform and cleaned
up the piss on the floor. Once that was done she took the uniform and
placed it in the slot. There was a small flash of light and then her
uniform was gone.
"When I return, I will bring you a new uniform. You will wear it
and keep it clean," LT.HIT-MAN told her, then left Ezri to stew.
LT.HIT-MAN smiled as he could sense Ezri's feelings as they
battled for dominance of her heart, mind and soul.
LT.HIT-MAN was going to break Ezri's will with the tools of fear,
pain, and despair, and now he could add hate to the list.
A shuttle landed and a very scared captain told LT.HIT-MAN that
he was to come with him. LT.HIT-MAN picked up his stuff and got on
board the shuttle. He decided to have some fun at the captain's
expense, namely sitting behind the captain and staring at the back of
the captain's neck until they were on board the _Baron_.
Rumor had it that the captain had a nervous breakdown after
LT.HIT-MAN had left the shuttle.
I made a few small but critical changes in this fic as well as cleaned it up a bit for the enjoyment of Kelly and the others that have not had a chance to read some of my fics.
Be warned how ever this is not for the faint of heart.
LT.Hit-Man’s Journal Honor Bound 1
Past Love
Present Pain
3245/07/09 IST
LT.HIT-MAN was sitting in the remains of a bombed out bunker on
the training range on Travlieshan 7 just outside of the Milky Way
galaxy, the ISD _Baron_ in orbit waiting for its men to finish their
training.
LT.HIT-MAN pulled out a data pad and began typing on it.
"Well, it looks like it's going to be another kriffing wait-and-
snap mission for me." LT.HIT-MAN paused from his writing to take a swig
from his canteen. "I can't understand why my master, the Emperor,
allowed Grand Admiral Lowe to live after he kriffed up and the
_Onslaught_ was lost, let alone to be in command of this expansionary
force into the Milky Way. However, as the Emperor's left hand of death,
it's not my place to question his orders. Orders for me to keep and eye
on Lowe and to keep the Emperor updated on our war effort over here.
LT.HIT-MAN stopped typing on the data pad and started thinking
about the Gift Lowe had given him...
LT.HIT-MAN looked down at Ezri Dax. He was about to make use of
this gift that Lowe had given him, namely snapping her neck.
Then, he'd rip Lowe into little pieces and send whatever was left
to the Emperor in what the humans here called a doggy bag for insulting
him like this. But the moment he looked into Ezri's wide fear filled
blue eyes, something stayed his vengeful hand. There was something
about her that seemed familiar...so he just looked at her, staring into
her soul.
Lowe saw for a brief second the conflicting feelings that where
playing in LT.HIT-MAN's human eye and fear gripped his heart. Then,
when LT.HIT-MAN slowly raised his head and asked to be dismissed along
with Ezri, he let out a relaxed breath and let the two of them go.
"Man, that poor Trill is going to be sore once he gets done with her,
if she lives though him," Lowe thought with a shudder as images ran
though his mind that would make a Hutt cringe.
"Miss Jones, cancel my appointments and get your cute bouncy
behind in here," Lowe said into the comm panel with a smile.
Ezri just kept walking, wondering what had she done to deserve a
fate like this, and for a few moments she wished she was being still in
her cell being 'questioned' by Tierce rather than being 'given' to
LT.HIT-MAN.
LT.HIT-MAN's unsurpassed cruelty was legendary, and when Tierce
heard that Ezri was to be given to LT.HIT-MAN, Ezri saw Tierce go pale
as if he had been hung upside down and had his throat slit.
"I pity you. You have no idea of what's in store for you," Tierce
had said to her, his voice a hushed whisper.
Ezri asked what was the big deal was about LT.HIT-MAN and Tierce
told her about how LT.HIT-MAN had single-handedly depopulated the
rebel-infested city of Grogar and left Ezri to stew in fear.
Ezri thought about trying to talk to LT.HIT-MAN, but when she
looked up and saw the dark stormy look on his scarred face she decided
to shut up. On a more disturbing note, she was feeling unreasonable
pity for this man, who in all likelihood was going to rape and kill her
if she did not die as LT.HIT-MAN was making use of her tired and
battered body.
They stopped outside of LT.HIT-MAN's quarters. He leaned over
Ezri, who backed up until her back pressed up against the bulkhead.
"You will stay here. Don't move from this spot or you'll wish
that you and your race had been exterminated!" LT.HIT-MAN whispered in
a voice that was so full of venom that it took all of Ezri's will power
to stay standing on her feet. LT.HIT-MAN then stood up and started to
look around at the few crewers who had the bad luck of being in the
hallway at that moment.
LT.HIT-MAN looked over at the communications officer that was
trying to sneak away from him.
"Get over here! " LT.HIT-MAN barked at him, his voice sounding
like rolling thunder. The comm officer managed to walk shakily over to
the towering LT., the rest of the crewers desperately wanting to be
elsewhere, but some dark desire held them there to bear witness to the
unfortunate comm officer's plight.
"You see the young woman over there?" LT.HIT-MAN asked the comm
officer as he pointed to Ezri with his cybernetic hand. The comm office
nodded his head. "You will make it know throughout this flying shit
heap that if anyone dares to lay a hand on her, or even so much as look
at her the wrong way, I'll be coming for them and there is no force in
this galaxy that will save them." LT.HIT-MAN told him as he put the
double whammy on the luckless comm officer, the laser sight from his
cybernetic eye on the comm officer's forehead and the force choke-hold
on his throat.
A cold wave of fear raced though the hearts of everyone there.
" I-I-I understand sir." the comm officer gasped as his life
started to run out of him. LT.HIT-MAN released the choke-hold on him
and said loudly so that everyone could hear him, "Good, because I am
not as forgiving as Lord Vader or the Emperor." Then he added more
quietly, "You will go to the supply store and bring me a folding cot
and a pillow. You have five minutes to go there and get back. If you
fail to do so, I will be annoyed, and there will be no place in this
galaxy or our own that you could hide from me. Understood?"
The comm office nodded his head but still stood there quivering
in fear. "Well, what are you waiting for?" LT.HIT-MAN asked in a
pleasant voice, smiling at the comm officer who promptly began to run,
half expecting a blaster bolt in the back.
Ezri was stunned. The rumors about LT.HIT-MAN did not do him
justice and she felt as if the icy cold clutching hand of death was
reaching out to rip her life from her in agonizing slowness. She was
confused... why would this monster be concerned for her safety?
Could she live after he was done with her and the thought of herself living
year after year being used and abused filled her with despair.
So intense was that despair that when LT.HIT-MAN turned to look
at the rest of the crewers that were standing there staring at him he
snarled loudly, "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!" Ezri just about soiled
herself.
The crewers that had watched what had happened ran and did not
look back.
LT.HIT-MAN snapped his head around and locked his eyes on Ezri
like the targeting system of the Death Star superlaser. She began to
inch away from him as he walked towards her.
"I thought I told you not to move," he said, and at the sound of
LT.HIT-MAN's dead cold flat voice, she froze like a trapped animal.
LT.HIT-MAN walked over to the door to his quarters and tapped in
the code to unlock the door. Once the door was open, he gestured for
Ezri to go into the dark room. Ezri managed to get her wits about her
and though sheer force of will she walked into the darkened room,
followed by LT.HIT-MAN. The door hissed shut with the finality of a
sealed grave.
Ezri stood there, thankful for the darkness so the LT.HIT-MAN
could not she that she was shaking with fear and the only thing she
could see was the blood red glow of LT.HIT-MAN's cybernetic eye.
LT.HIT-MAN could see that Ezri was trembling, thanks to the night
vision system that was built into his cybernetic eye "Good...and now it
begins." LT.HIT-MAN thought to himself as he flicked on the light to
his room.
Ezri closed her eyes at the first sign of the cold blind white
light. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes again and saw the bare,
hard, cold white walls of LT.HIT-MAN's quarters. Glancing around, she
saw a simple hard cot that had a large bag on it, a simple chest with
four drawers and a small closet. Further along, back away by the cot,
was a small room.
LT.HIT-MAN had been watching as Ezri looked over the spartan
quarters.
"Oh man this is going to be difficult to adjust to," LT.HIT-MAN
thought to himself. He had always been a loner, and now there was
someone in his life after all the long years of death and pain; death
and pain that he dealt out with ruthless precision without question. He
was not sure if this was going to be a good thing but what he felt for
Ezri had changed everything, so he would do what he did best, deal with
it.
"That small room is the shower and toilet," he told Ezri in a
cold dry voice as he watched her.
Ezri was starting to get uneasy. If only his quarters where a few
feet bigger, then she could handle this.
"Well, let's get this shit over with," Ezri thought to herself
and turned to face LT.HIT-MAN was just standing there watching her.
" S-So what do we do now?" she asked LT.HIT-MAN who was walking
towards the door. Was he going to leave her?
"Wait," was his curt answer.
Four minutes and fifty-nine and a half seconds later, the door
chime pinged. LT.HIT-MAN opened the door to see the breathless comm
officer standing there with the folded cot and pillow and a whole lot
of fear induced sweat pouring off him.
"Here's what you asked for. Is there anything else, sir?" the
comm officer croaked as LT.HIT-MAN took the cot and pillow from him.
LT.HIT-MAN pulled out a one hundred Imperial credit chip tossed
it to the comm officer. He had a look on his face like someone had
walked up to him and kicked him in the nuts.
"Have a nice day," he said, and then the door to LT.HIT-MAN's
quarters shut leaving the comm officer to walk away wondering if what
had happened had really happened.
LT.HIT-MAN set up Ezri's cot at the foot of his cot. Ezri hoped
that LT.HIT-MAN did not have smelly feet.
"You will keep this cot clean and made like it is now. Do you
understand me?" LT.HIT-MAN asked Ezri as he started to rummage around
in the bag on his cot.
"Yes, I understand," she told him as the counselor part of her
was trying to figure out what exactly LT.HIT-MAN's problem was besides
his obvious lack of sex.
LT.HIT-MAN put the med-kit on his bed and picked up the data pad
that Lowe had given him with the data about Ezri and her race. He read
over it for a few minutes and put it down, turning to face her.
"Remove your clothing and lay down on your cot with your arms
held at your sides," he ordered.
Ezri looked at him in shocked outrage. "No way, I am not g-" but
she never finished what she was saying as LT.HIT-MAN reached down to
his belt and took off the cylinder had been hanging there, pushing a
button on it.
There was a loud snap-hiss and a glowing inky black energy blade
sprung to life from one end of the cylinder.
"Either you will remove your clothing or I'll remove them for
you." LT.HIT-MAN said as he held the lightsaber blade so close to
Ezri's neck that she could feel the heat coming from it.
Ezri reached for the clasp of her dirty and somewhat bloody
uniform shirt as LT.HIT-MAN just watched her like some sort of
predatory beast. She was about to drop it to the floor, but LT.HIT-MAN
held out his cybernetic hand. Ezri felt like telling him to kill her,
but there was a small part of her that was finding this highly erotic.
She felt shame, but she steeled herself and handed him her
uniform top. He threw onto his cot in a tangled heap.
"Now the bra," he told her. He could see the look of hate, rage
and shame on her normally cute and happy pixie like face and he knew
that this was going to be interesting, to say the least.
Ezri reached behind her back, wishing he had a phaser tucked away
back there. She deiced to try something, something that could cost her
dearly... "What the hell, why not? If I'm going to die I might as well
have some fun while I'm at it," she thought whimsically, fiddling with
the clasp on her bra.
"Damn, it seems to be stuck," Ezri said as she kept fiddling with
it.
LT.HIT-MAN had a feeling she was playing a game with her and was
about to tell her to quit it and remove the bra.
"What the hell, I'll play the game with her," he thought to
himself as he extinguished the lightsaber and clipped it back onto his
belt. After all, Lowe did not say what time he had to report for duty,
and besides, this was the best fun he had had in a long time.
"Turn around and I'll undo it." LT.HIT-MAN said to her in a flat
quite voice, but allowed an interested look to appear in his human eye.
Ezri saw the look in LT.HIT-MAN's eye and knew that he was
playing along. Now things would get interesting.
Ezri turned her back to LT.HIT-MAN, shivering in anticipation of his touch. Would he use his human hand or the cybernetic one? When she felt the cold touch of metal on her back, she felt her nipples starting to harden.
"I didn't know that you had spots down your back. Interesting,"
LT.HIT-MAN whispered
into her left ear in a low husky voice as he undid the clasp on the
black bra.
"Not the spots!" Ezri thought, hoping that LT.HIT-MAN would not
touch them, for they were an erogenous zone on all Trills both male and
female. She found herself becoming aroused in a sick, twisted way and
her guilt start to build up within her.
LT.HIT-MAN stepped back and ordered Ezri to hand over the bra.
She just looked at him like he was out of his mind but then she decided
to hell with it and handed it over, her nipples on her small pear-
shaped breasts becoming harder in the cool air of LT.HIT-MAN's
quarters.
LT.HIT-MAN looked her breasts over. They where small, not like
Iris's had been... LT.HIT-MAN drew in a sharp breath at the thought of
his dead wife and unborn son, murdered by the rebel scum.
Ezri saw the look of pain in LT.HIT-MAN's eye and she knew from
the depths of that pain that there was no way he was faking this. Her
heart ached as she thought about all the loved ones that she and
countless other federation citizens had lost to the Empire and any pity
she felt for him was ruthlessly crushed in a wave of hate.
"Remove your paints and panties," LT.HIT-MAN said icily as he
tossed the bra over to where Ezri's uniform shirt was on his cot.
Ezri undid her pants, hoping that LT.HIT-MAN would not see that
she had become wet at the burst of lust that had raised hell in her
mind and heart a few moments ago. She took them off and handed them to
LT.HIT-MAN. With a slight hesitancy she took off her black panties and
handed them to him as well and stood there naked under LT.HIT-MAN's
cold unrelenting gaze, wishing she could curl up and die.
"Lay down on your cot with your arms at your sides and do not
move!" LT.HIT-MAN said forcefully as he put the rest of Ezri's clothes
on his cot, picking up the data pad and med-kit.
Ezri tried not to shiver as LT.HIT-MAN ran some kind of scanning
device over her body. She prayed that this nightmare would end soon one
way of the other.
"Turn over," LT.HIT-MAN said as he started to look over the
readings on the medical scanner, and then he saw that Ezri was looking
at him, her blue eyes widening in fear. LT.HIT-MAN was getting tired of
this game
"For the last time, turn over or I'll turn you over."
He put down the data pad and started to reach over with his
cybernetic hand that looked to have an unbreakable grip. Ezri quickly
turned over, her pert ass tightening up as the mental image of LT.HIT-
MAN sodomizing her ran though her mind. She closed her eyes to keep
from crying; there was no way she was going to give this bastard that
satisfaction.
"I heard that a trill's spots where highly sensitive, is this
true?" LT.HIT-MAN asked her as he ran the med scanner over her bruised
and lacerated back.
Ezri took a deep breath and told him that this was true, dreading
the feel of LT.HIT-MAN's cold cybernetic hand on her back.
"I see, I'll have to keep that in mind. Turn back over and do not
move," LT.HIT-MAN said in a stern voice as he reached into the med-kit.
When he pulled out what looked to be a hypo spray, Ezri tried to get
off the bed but LT.HIT-MAN grabbed her with his human hand and held her
down as he injected her with the hypo-spray.
"I told you not to move. Why do you keep resisting me?, I am
trying to help you," LT.HIT-MAN asked. This time he was ticked off. He
let it show in his face and Ezri stopped moving as the cold fear of
what was going to happen to her played though her mind, and she stopped
fighting against LT.HIT-MAN's iron grip as whatever he had injected her
with started to take effect.
"I-I-I'm sorry, I did not know what you where going to inject me
with and I was scared," Ezri whimpered as LT.HIT-MAN brought his
scarred face up to hers.
"As well you should be scared, but I was going to tell you that
what I had injected you with was a substance called bacta. It helps to
rapidly heal most wounds. I saw that Tierce and his goon squad worked
you over so I decided to fix you up. After all I have need of you and
what I have planned for you can be strenuous and I did not want you
dying in the middle of-." LT.HIT-MAN stopped talking and let Ezri's
fear at what he was implying that he had in store for her be her
punishment for her resistance to his orders and actions.
Ezri just laid there in pure terror. What did this sick son of a
bitch have planned for her that she could end up dying because of it?
When she saw that he was not going to answer her it took all of her
willpower to fight back the tears that where trying to escape from her
eyes.
LT.HIT-MAN saw that the struggle that Ezri was fighting with in
herself and found it refreshing, so he let her go. He didn't want to
break her too badly; otherwise she would be of no use to him
whatsoever.
Ezri watched as LT.HIT-MAN picked up the data pad that he had put
down so that he could restrain her and waited for what ever was going
to happen to happen as she managed to push down her fear.
"This medical report says that a parasitic life from was removed
from you. Do you know how this thing that was inside you got there?"
LT.HIT-MAN asked her as he watched her, waiting to see her reaction to
his words.
Ezri felt like LT.HIT-MAN had gutted her. After she had been
captured she awoke to find the Dax symbiot was gone, an ugly scar on
her slender belly. Despair washed over her. She felt like half of her
soul had been brutally ripped out of her.
"The symbiot was not a parasite. A few of the Trill race are
selected from the many that apply for joining. You see, the symbiot ha
a life span that is far longer then ours and when joined the symbiot
and host become one, sharing their lives, their experiences with each
other," Ezri told LT.HIT-MAN, her voice ragged with grief.
She was just starting to come to terms with the loss of the Dax
symbiot but with everything that was happening to her, what had
happened to her friends, to Julian, all of it came crashing back down
on her when he started to talk about the symbiot. She could no longer
hold back her tears.
LT.HIT-MAN looked down at Ezri, his face was blank but inside he
was smiling. All was going according to his plans for Ezri; first he
would break her will, then she would be his to mold as he saw fit.
"Well I'm sorry to hear that. I'll be sure to pass this
information along when I can." LT.HIT-MAN said in a voice that made it
sound like he was talking about the day's shock ball scores or some
other trivial thing.
"Now the next th-" Ezri cut him off as she asked him what had
happen to the symbiot; her fear and pain was driving her on. She had to
know.
LT.HIT-MAN looked back at the data pad "It says here that the
parasite, symbiot as you call it, was terminated ten minutes after it
was removed for you and is being dissected in one of our research labs
as we speak." he told her.
Ezri could no longer take it and lost her cool. "I'LL KILL YOU,
YOU SON OF A BITCH!" she screamed as she let her hate and rage that had been building up with in her, along with her fear, pain and despair,
loose on LT.HIT-MAN.
She laced him with a sold right cross that would
have made a Klingon sing with joy. LT.HIT-MAN's head snapped back. She
was about to rip his head off but she was stopped in her tracks as she
felt he life being brutally choked from her.
"You'll never ever raise you hand to me again. The next time you
do your suffering will be legendary even to the Sith!" LT.HIT-MAN said
to Ezri, his voice was so cold that she pissed herself as LT.HIT-MAN
used the force not only to choke her but levitated her three feet off
of the floor as well.
"We did not know that the Trill and the symbiot had that type of
a relationship." This was true; the Empire did not have the time to
study up on all the races that fell before them as they swiftly crushed
the Milky Way galaxy beneath their boots; such are the fortunes of war.
Just as Ezri was about to die LT.HIT-MAN released her and she
fell to the floor. She laid there, gasping like a fish out of water as
her labored breathing echoed in LT.HIT-MAN's quarters.
As Ezri weakly struggled to lift herself off of the floor,
LT.HIT-MAN was looking for something in his bag.
When Ezri could breathe normally she looked at LT.HIT-MAN,
wishing for nothing in the entire universe more than to see him dead.
LT.HIT-MAN looked into Ezri's eyes that were nothing more then
blue slits as hate played on her face. This was getting better and
better with each passing moment.
"I wish that it didn't have to be this way. If I had known that
this symbiot was so damn important to you I would have had it's life
spared, but I just got here, so back off," LT.HIT-MAN said as he stood
over her with his hands behind his back. He was going to offer her
revenge on the ones who had took the symbiot from her but she had not
yet earned that right.
"Just rape me and get it over with," Ezri said as she raised her
ass into the air and waited. LT.HIT-MAN was sorely tempted by such a
delectable target but now was not the time or the place for that; there
was a war to be fought. So, instead, LT.HIT-MAN brought his cybernetic
hand down and smartly slapped Ezri's ass, the crack of metal hitting
flesh echoing throughout his quarters like a rifle shot.
"Get up. If I wanted to use your body I would have all ready done
so," he said in a cold lifeless voice as he waited for Ezri to get to
her feet.
When Ezri felt metal strike her bare ass she bit her lip to keep
from crying out, half in pain and half in the perverse pleasure she
felt as her ass start to burn like fire. She got up, thankful that she
was not going to be ravaged by this psycho. "Well, this game has taken
a funny turn." she thought to herself as she weakly got to her feet.
"Now go and clean yourself up. I do not like having my property
soiled," LT.HIT-MAN told her and with much bruised pride Ezri held her head up
as she went to clean herself up, fighting the humiliation that was
tearing at her wounded heart. She had never been so mortified in all of
her life.
Ezri stepped into the shower and let the water play over her
body. As she cleaned herself off she felt herself becoming aroused as
her hands washed her belly.
"What is wrong with me?" she thought to herself. This was not the
time for the place or this; the last time she had be screwed was when
she and Julian he jumped each other's bones in the sick bay the day
before the Empire had come and her guilt hit her like a hammer to the
head. For all she knew Julian could still be alive and she was lusting
after LT.HIT-MAN.
Ezri let her tears mix with the water from the shower as she
cleaned up.
"About time you finished. Come here," LT.HIT-MAN said to Ezri who
had a look of shame and self-loathing and surprisingly suborn defiance
and he knew that it would only be a matter of time before she was his,
mind, body and soul.
"What do you want?" Ezri asked him as the flame of her anger that
had been burning low flared up at the sight of LT.HIT-MAN's cold,
lifeless scarred face.
LT.HIT-MAN took his hands from behind his back and in his
cybernetic hand was a strange metal collar.
Ezri fought back her fear as he snapped the collar around her
sore neck
"I would not try and remove the collar or leave my-no, our-
quarters, and if you so try to end your life the collar will inject you
with bacta," he said to Ezri. Her despair, which had lessened in the
shower, now returned with a vengeance to her soul.
"You see, there is no escape, so you might as well face the facts you are mine!"
LT.HIT-MAN said to her.
"Be cool Ez, he's messing with your mind." she thought to herself
" and doing a damn good job of it," another part of herself said as
LT.HIT-MAN just stood there staring at her.
Ezri walked with up to LT.HIT-MAN and took a savage enjoyment in
the surprised look on his face.
"You may own my body but you'll never own my mind or my soul!"
she spat at him.
"We shall see." was his reply then he quickly added, "I have one
last task for you before I leave."
"What do you want?" Ezri said, those words where like ashes in
her mouth
LT.HIT-MAN shouldered the bag that was on his cot and said to
her, "I want you to take your clothes, all of them, and clean up the
mess you made then put them in that slot." LT.HIT-MAN pointed to a
small slot in the wall by the dresser.
"Fine." Ezri said as she took her Starfleet uniform and cleaned
up the piss on the floor. Once that was done she took the uniform and
placed it in the slot. There was a small flash of light and then her
uniform was gone.
"When I return, I will bring you a new uniform. You will wear it
and keep it clean," LT.HIT-MAN told her, then left Ezri to stew.
LT.HIT-MAN smiled as he could sense Ezri's feelings as they
battled for dominance of her heart, mind and soul.
LT.HIT-MAN was going to break Ezri's will with the tools of fear,
pain, and despair, and now he could add hate to the list.
A shuttle landed and a very scared captain told LT.HIT-MAN that
he was to come with him. LT.HIT-MAN picked up his stuff and got on
board the shuttle. He decided to have some fun at the captain's
expense, namely sitting behind the captain and staring at the back of
the captain's neck until they were on board the _Baron_.
Rumor had it that the captain had a nervous breakdown after
LT.HIT-MAN had left the shuttle.
