“All right,” she said, “so no dramatic escapes into space for you. What’s the next best option?”
She sighed, and looked at the shower, which appeared very inviting. “Fair enough,” she said, and returned to the bedroom to strip down. Aria tenderly stroked her bottom, trying to soothe some of the heat that still remained from Jack’s discipline.
“Brute,” she muttered, once again trying to ignore all of the other thoughts that came with the vision of her punished ass. Lying helpless across Jack’s lap…his hand igniting fire on her ass then sparking ecstasy in her pussy…the sting across her ass as he drove himself into her again and again…
“That’s enough of that, miss.” She stepped into the shower.
While letting the hot water soak into her skin and soothe her body, she had an inspiration.
If not escape, then rescue.
Surely her father must be sweeping the galaxy for her.If not for you, then for his precious cargo, because that’s the family’s fortune,said a nasty voice in her head.Never mind. Whether it’s me or the mandalum, Father will be sparing no expense in his search.
And that meant, should Aria manage to get some kind of message out, here would be likely be someone listening.
She shut the water off and toweled down.
“There must be some way to get a signal out there. Just use your wits, my dear, and see what kind of chances you create.”
Aria dropped the towels on the bathroom floor and walked naked into the bedroom. “But your next job is to find something to wear.”
Aria was used to having her outfits set out for her, and for assistance in dressing. Both of those things were clearly out of the picture.
Hmm.
Aria rummaged through the drawers of the dresser. “What absolute garbage.” Nothing but leggings and peasant blouses—no dresses, no skirts, no stockings, no shoes. Not even any proper panties.
“Rubbish,” muttered Aria, and decided to go without panties, considering the state of hers. She slipped on a pair of black leggings that fit her like a second skin and a white peasant blouse. Aria checked her hair and face in the vanity mirror, squared her shoulders, and stepped to the door, pressing the activation button.
Nothing.
Well, that’s a problem. Aria pressed the button again.
Nothing. Should she bang on the door?
The intercom lit up with a buzz.
“Can I help you?” came an electronically modulated voice.
“This is Lady Aria,” she replied with as much dignity as she could muster. “I wish to leave my room.”
“You’re confined to quarters,” came the voice. “Mad Jack’s orders.”
“Mad Jack?” said Aria, her voice rising in disbelief. “Are you joking? Get Mad Jack on this intercom right now, or I’ll show you mad.”
“Wait one.” The intercom clicked off.
Aria stood there, not sure what to do, when the intercom clicked on again.
“Hello, darling!” came the cheery, familiar voice over the comms. “What can I do for you?”
“Mad Jack?” said Aria, unable to let it go. “You can’t be serious!”
Light laughter floated over the intercom, from more than one person. “An affectionate sobriquet bestowed upon me by my crew. I don’t think I’m very mad at all really, but there’s no point fighting a nickname.”
“Any plans on letting me out of here?” Somehow, the exchange had given her confidence.
“Darling, that rather depends on you. Are you going to behave yourself or be a naughty little girl?”
