Thread: Piracy and Power Plays - KeeXeyn/AlluringEnigma

Ajax sat in his cabin, relaxing. It was a roomy cabin, but messy. Clothes all over the place, a disassembled plasma pistol lying on his desk, and a semi-organized toolbox in one corner. He had his own fridge, looted from a passenger ship, a coffee machine, a minibar, and a small oven. Dominating another corner of his room was a VR machine, with a dogfight simulator plugged in. That was how Ajax normally relaxed, by practicing. He was too busy dodging hardpoint fire in his simulation to notice someone entering the room. It was a girl - ragged, gaunt, recently bruised. She was wearing naught but a frayed skirt, a pair of shoes, a shirt that was two sized too big, and an apron. She was one of the on-board slaves, and had probably failed to satisfy one of the crew earlier that day. She watched Ajax in his simulation, and considered going for the plasma pistol on his desk. Ajax was undefended, unaware of her presence, and one of the most brutal men on board. Last week, he had knocked five teeth out of another slave because she hadn't dried off the controls of his VR station properly after cleaning it. And the other kinds of physical abuse... This slave girl had already been on the receiving end of Ajax's sadistic brand of lust more than once. It was inhumane, it was humiliating... But she didn't want to die. And so she proceeded to clean up his room, collect his dirty clothes, and leave fresh ones. While Ajax keep flying in his simulation, making the occasional grunt, she cleaned the floor, his desk, his chair, and changed the sheets on his bed. Please don't finish yet, she thought to herself, hoping to be out of the room before Ajax finished his practice session. She was just about to leave the room when she heard a hissing noise from the VR station - the hydraulics decompressing. Damn! She thought to herself, as Ajax stepped out of the machine. The pirate looked around, steel grey gaze scanning his cabin. He didn't pay any attention to the slave girl at first, just walking around the room to inspect her work. He'd known of her presence all along, of course Unbeknownst to the slaves, he kept watch over his room through a hidden camera, even while practicing. Had she tried to assemble his pistol, she would've been dead in seconds. Luckily for her, she didn't. He checked his desk and chair for dust, inspected his bed, looked at the floor. The slaves knew better than to leave his room messy, but they still fucked up on occasion, and he made a point of inspecting his room each time, so they wouldn't get lazy. This time, though, everything was satisfactory. He walked over to the slave girl, towering over her. His merciless steel gaze locked on hers, and he frowned. Clean the VR station, then get the fuck out, he said, with a soft voice. He loved using that voice there was something deeply satisfying about even your whispers being obeyed, as if he was a god among men. The girl immediately complied. Ajax smirked, and went over to his desk, reassembling his gun. Fifteen minutes later, the slave girl staggered out of the cabin, with a hand over her abdomen. She was limping from the pain. Why can't I ever learn to keep my mouth shut, she thought to herself. When she was done with the VR station, Ajax had demanded pleasure. She had been stupid enough to protest, saying she was in a hurry. In truth, she was lucky that Ajax had been as quick as he had, instead of taking his sweet time to punish her. One one bad day, he'd taken his pleasure with a girl that did not survive the encounter. Ajax sat in his cabin, relaxing. He had just gotten dressed again. Only two things in life gave him any real pleasure Killing men, and breaking women. If only they spotted a ship to raid, it would be a good day, indeed.