<USS Avalon> Punishment

"Punishment" 
Lt. Colonel Soliel with permission to once again use  Elijah Dareth
 
The holodeck program was designed by Ronni. A perfect  recreation of a 
private island in Greece. The estate that was housed on the  island was 
massive, 
covering nearly the entire island. What wasnât used as part  of the estate 
was 
virgin land that was protected by a trust set up by the  islandâs co-owners. 
It 
seemed a shame to use this program for the task at hand,  but this was the 
only program that Soliel had that contained the setting she  required. Soliel 
made her way through the gardens to the main house. She had had  Rafael and  
Boaz 
beamed to the holodeck, along with the object of her  anger, moments before. 
She had wanted the time it would take to walk to the  holodeck alone, so she 
could calm her thoughts and emotions. 
 
Elijah Dareth was the worst kind of sentient being. He  was arrogant, mean, 
and worst of all abusive. Despite what some may think, there  was a world of 
difference between his actions and Solielâs. He was abusive to  others so he 
could feel superior. He caused pain, got off on it, allowed only  himself 
pleasure. He demoralized and slowly killed the spirit of the person  under his 
charming spell. Soliel was dominate, yes, but she was also submissive;  living 
on 
both ends of the lash. She understood the fine balance between pain  and 
pleasure; arousal and empowerment. It was a skilled art form to shake a  person 
to 
their foundation so they could work at rebuilding themselves to be  more then 
what they were, to be stronger, to be whole. 
 
Vevay had come to her a swirling mass of raging emotion  hidden well inside a 
polished shell with a soft center. A victim who had taken  herself as far as 
she could alone, and who had allowed Soliel to bring her  further. Soliel had 
watched with great pride and pleasure as Vevay reclaimed her  strength. Elijah 
Dareth was going to pay for trying to take that strength away. 
 
Soliel entered the grand hall and looked around with  great pleasure. The 
room was huge with cheery wood walls and a marble floor.  There were several 
columns placed around the room, tapestries hung on the walls  and covered 
doorways. Unlike the grand receiving hall, this room had no floor to  ceiling 
windows, 
but it did have a throne-like chair in itâs center. The chair  was smaller 
and far less ornate, but it was still brightly lit. In the center of  the room 
was perched a throne-like chair which sat upon a four step dais, and  
surrounded by silk pillows and plush carpet. Soliel walked over to the dais,  
pulling 
away the red silk that covered the leather garments she wore underneath  as she 
climbed the steps. Skin tight leather pants, a leather corset, knee high  
leather boots, it all felt like a second skin to Soliel. 
 
After lowering herself into the chair, Soliel pressed a  button on itâs arm. 
She then sat back, crossed her legs, allowed her hands to  dangle over the 
ends of the arm rests, and waited.  A few moments later  Rafael and  Boaz drug 
a 
struggling Mister Dareth into the room, forcing him  to his knees before her. 
Soliel looked down at the man and tried hard not to  curl her lip in an angry 
snarl. âWhat do you think of my little retreat, Mister  Dareth?â 
 
âLet me go you bitch!â Elijah replied. 
 
Soliel nodded her head and Rafael back handed Dareth  hard. She then nodded 
at Boaz and he repeated Rafaelâs actions. Soliel smiled at  them before 
returning her attention to the mongrel on his knees. âI plan on  letting you 
do, 
Mister Dareth, but not before youâve leaned a few things.â 
 
Elijah started up at Soliel, eyeing her as if she were  nothing, which to him 
a woman was. To him women were objects with no souls, no  merit of their own. 
âAnd your going to teach me? Or just watch as your goons  beat me?â 
 
âI do my own work, Mister Dareth. They are simple here  to attended me.â 
Soliel nodded and then waved her hands in a silent order. She  watched as 
Rafael 
and  Boaz pulled Elijah backwards until he was in between  two columns. She 
watched as they bond his wrists, pulling on the restraints  until his arms were 
high about his head and his body was forced into a perfectly  aliened stretch. 
 
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â Elijah spat as he fought  against the binds. 
 
âGag him.â Soliel ordered. Boaz obeyed, placing a gag  in Elijahâs mouth. 
Soliel watched for a while as Elijah fought against the  binds, trying in vain 
to free himself. When she finally spoke there was a hint  of amusement in her 
voice. âYou donât like being on the other side of things do  you, Mister 
Dareth? It scares you to be the one who has no control.â 
 
Elijah groaned his angry reply. 
 
A tall blond with a golden tan and a loin cloth handed  Soliel a glass of 
wine and then stood behind her to her left. Soliel rolled her  wrist, swirling 
the dark wine in the glass as she looked at Dareth. âTell me  Mister Dareth, 
do 
you know what the major difference is between a Betazoid  telepath and a 
Ullian telepath? No? Well let me fill you in. A Betazoid can read  your 
thoughts, 
your emotions, we can project emotions as well, and as you felt  before a few 
of us can act as a bridge between two minds, passing emotions like  water 
through a hose. A Ullian telepath can not only read your thoughts but they  can 
access your memories, watch them, pull them out of the brainâs deepest  
hiding 
places. They can also manipulate those memories.â 
 
Soliel nodded at Boaz who then touched the side of his  own face. Within 
minutes Elijah was twisting and groaning against his binds and  the gag. Soliel 
closed her eyes so she could see clearly what Boaz was showing  her. She 
watched 
the way Dareth had treated his wife, she saw details of his  affair with 
Vevay, she saw the night Vevay had struck Ms. Cross. Soliel frowned  at this. 
She 
hadnât trained Vevay to be so heartless. She would have to talk to  the girl 
about compassion. 
 
Soliel had seen enough. She opened her eyes and  telepathically told Boaz to 
stop. âPeople like you make me ill.â She told  Dareth. 
 
Elijah looked around the room and then at Soliel. 
 
âYou think Iâm like you?â She laughed. âNo Mister  Dareth I am far from 
being like you. You see there are many differences between  us, but the one 
that 
counts most is that behind everything I do there is  affection, caring, and 
compassion. Iâve felt your emotions, Mister Dareth. You  feel none of that. 
For 
you itâs all about you.â 
 
Anger flashed in Elijah's eyes.
 
âIâm tired of talking. I could careless about you and  how you feel. Your 
here for one reason and one reason only.â Soliel rose from  her chair and 
slowly 
made her way towards Dareth. When she reached him she  reached out and 
wrapped her hand around his throat and squeezed. âYou know what  I am, 
donât you 
Mister Dareth? Then you must have figured out by now what Vevay  is to me? What 
you donât know is that sheâs my Dear One, that sheâs very special  to me. 
I 
should kill you for what you did to her, what you nearly did to her.â  Anger 
flushed Solielâs face. She let go of Darethâs throat and then back handed  
him. 
âIâm not however going to kill you, Mister Dareth. Nevertheless, you will  
pay for what you did to my Dear One as well as for what you put that darling 
Ms.  Cross through.â
 
The blond who had handed Soliel her wine, was now  removing a cloth from a 
near by table. Soliel grabbed Darethâs hair and made him  look at the table. 
â
Ever been hit with a bull whip? How about a Vulcan Aha-woon?  A Ferengi energy 
whip? Ever had a pair of nipple clips attacked to your nipples  Mister 
Dareth?â
 Soliel continued to list the devices on the table until she saw  a descent 
amount of fear in Darethâs eyes. She then walked over and picked up  her 
riding 
crop. 
 
Soliel walked around Dareth as she padded the crop  against her leg. âStrip 
him.â She ordered. Once he was naked in front of her she  trailed a hand over 
his chest. Despite being a heartless brut, he was a rather  good looking man. 
She was going to enjoy marking his beautiful flesh. 
 
She then circled him again. 
 
The fear was building in Darethâs eyes. When the first  blow hit he jumped 
more out of surprise then pain, but that would soon change. 
 
     *****
 
By the time Thomas entered the room, Soliel was back in  her chair with a 
glass of wine. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat  and there was 
splatters of blood on her leathers. Thomas came over to her and  then knelt 
before 
her. Soliel continued to stare at the broken, lashed, blood  covered body of 
Mister Dareth who hung unconsciously by his wrists. 
 
âIs everything set?â Soliel asked. 
 
Thomas nodded. âMister Dareth has revived a message  recalling him to Earth 
immediately.â 
 
âGood. Iâm sure darling Deanna will enjoy reeducating  him. Though Iâm 
sure 
sheâd much rather be doing it on Betazed.â Soliel replied  as she sipped at 
her wine.  
 
âBetazed is far to much a paradise even doing war for  the likes of him, 
Milady. His dark heart belongs in the darkness and heat of  Mars.â Thomas 
replied. 
 
Soliel smiled and finally looked down at the sandy  haired man who knelt at 
her feet. âYour such a poet, Pet. How is my darling  girl?â 
 
âStill unconscious, Milady. Eva has tended to most of  her wounds but still 
she sleeps.â 
 
Soliel frowned. âClean him up. Heal his wounds  cosmetically. I want him to 
feel the pain. I also want the lashes on his chest  to scare. A reminder of our 
evening together. Keep him with you until his  transport arrives. I may want 
one more session with him before he leaves us, but  that all depends on 
Vevay.â
 
 
âYes Milady.â Thomas replied. 
 
âIâve exhausted myself and I still have my Dear One to  attended too, so 
Iâm 
going to retire for the evening. You know how to secure the  program and 
Mister Dareth.â 
 
Again Thomas nodded. âRest well Milady.â 
 
âI always do after a good thrashing.â 
 
Soliel rose from her chair once again and dawned her  silk robes. She walked 
up to Darethâs limp body one last time and patted his  cheek before walking 
out of the hall, and the house, into the gardens, and off  of the holodeck. It 
had been hours since she had Thomas take Vevay to her  quarters and her concern 
for the girl had only grew. 
 
Vevay was unconscious on her bed when Soliel walked in.  After taking a 
shower and slipping into one of her silk nightgowns, Soliel  dismissed Eva and 
then 
laid next to Vevay on the bed. âMy poor dear girl what a  mess youâve 
gotten 
yourself into.â

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