<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/4d6ddc57a16b6_tiny.jpg)</div><br/>Jaimie Rickshaw<br/>On The USS Triton<br/>In the Captain's Quarters<br/><br/>Silently seething<br/><hr/><br/>Right before her they restrained and threatened her friend, Ophelia and she was unable to do anything.  Jaimie had never before met such a cruel, unyielding man.  Back on land, people bent over backwards to please her and her friends, but this submarine housed a completely different dimension entirely.<br/><br/>Any desire to argue with the captain were squashed by his orders to strip Ophelia down and<em>display her</em>in the dinning hall like some circus animal.  Adding to her horror was how little hesitation the captain's men had when the man's orders were completely bonkers!  The full weight of the situation hit Jaimie suddenly, she was in a different world with a different set of laws.  The captain was a monster.<br/>It was terrifying.<br/><br/>Without a word Harden ripped Jaimie's bag from her arms, the contents spilling everywhere, and started the pat down.  Jaimie had never been touched by a man, and as brisk as Harden's hands were, she couldn't help but tremble under his touch.  His fingers left a trail of sensation as they probed her.  His grasp was firm and decisive, she felt her face become hot even at the simplest of touches, such as his large hands sliding over her ribs.  Jaimie closed her eyes as he briefly cupped her ample breasts, and flinched as he explored the shapely buttocks and the thighs hidden under her skirts.  Her mind went blank as he felt the soft cleft between her legs.<br/>It was apparent she was holding back tears.  The pat down she received might not have been so bad if she wasn't so scared witless of the captain and the crew, but she was terrified and she felt violated.<br/>When it was over Jaimie quickly dropped to the floor to collect her things, and hopefully hide her shame.<br/>Hastily she shoveled in a couple of notebooks, writing materials, a sketchpad, a large night shirt, undergarments, toiletries, and one extra change of clothes in to her bag.<br/><br/>The sharp sound of Hawk's hand making contact with Yoko's cheek turned her head, and the trembles of fear turned to those of silent rage.  Jaimie was furious with the captain, furious with his mindless drones, but most of all she was furious with herself for being so helpless.<br/>Once all her things were collected she backed up beside the other girls, but looked nowhere near as complaint as Holland.  Her anger allowed her to stand taller, with her chin high and defiant.