Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Veena (COS/Captain’s Girl) in A Slave life. Waiting on Master.

Posted by Captain Gunnar Kaldland (Captain) in A Slave life. Waiting on Master.

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Veena (COS/Captain’s Girl) in A Slave life. Waiting on Master.
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Veena kneeled outside the door to her Masters quarters waiting for him to return She was still dressed in the thong bikini she was given to wear at the ceremony at the palace. It left nothing to the imagination by design being as close to being naked as a woman could get and still be said to be wearing something. Some of the crew. Most of the crew had done double takes while passing her by. Many had found excuses to pass her by several times in the time she had been there. She had been given orders by the Imperial Slave Master to prepare her Masters quarters for him then to wait for him. She had cleaned her Masters quarters and set environmental controls so that the temperture and air were set to mimic a spring day in a pine forest. She hoped he liked it. Like most Orion Slave Women she looked calm, collected and at ease in her subserviance . But in reality she was anything but. She had no idea what came next except her master would exert his dominance. The rumor was none of the Captains had ever owned a slave before. So it was likely she would be beaten. She however she might want to run or hide could do nothing but wait. Till her Master gave her nuew orders.

Veena Captain’s slave

Gunnar arrived exactly thirty minutes after finishing his Bridge examinations and giving the final orders to the crew before turning in. He paused only slightly upon seeing his Orion slave. Walking past her he tapped his code and opened the door into his room and entered, leaving the door opened so the woman could follow. After a moment of looking around his new home, he turned to the woman and stared directly into her eyes “Name?” It was barely a question.

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Veena rose and followed her master. Exactly 4 steps behind him. She stopped when he stopped, “Veena Is what I have been called Master. You however can rename your property should it not please you.”, and her gaze never met his eyes holding steady on his neck. She stood in a stance familiar enough as it was the formal version of standing before a superior officer, though in her case seeing as she was only in a thong and wasn’t meeting masters eyes it varied slightly. She waited on his comands.

Veena Captain’s slave.

Gunnar snorted contemptuously “I’m well aware of what I can and cannot do to my things, Veena” He turned around and moved to a nearby armchair, before sitting down he removed the shortaxe from his left side holster. When he was finally comfortable he crossed his legs and looked back directly at the Orions face “In my wardrobe, there is a dark green bag, fetch it and place it on my bed” He said calmly whilst absentmindedly petting his axe.

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Veena bowed her head and got thebag as instructed and placed it on his bed . “I am sorry Master if I offended. I am conditioned by the Imperial psychology branch to attempt to provide the best service of your needs and desires possible. This may occaisonally manifest as my making suggestions. I will attempt not to do so if Master prefers. Should I put down a cloth to avoid staining your carpet if executing me is Masters desire.”, she asked as she moved closer and kneeled before him waiting for his command. While she was scared, and had no wish to die she also expected that she was unlikely to live to grow old in Terran servitude. The lack of hope for the future and acrceptance that she was already dead gave her a calmness in the face of the possible threat of being executed.

Veena. Captain’s slave.

“Open the bag” He said ignoring her fearful comments, he didn’t sound as annoyed. In the bag, there was an unmarked Starfleet Uniform, not the common Female uniform with the mid rim cut off jacket ye it was in her size “Put that on, I grow bored of exessive nudity” His tone turning more neutral. Under the clothes there was an Imperial Dagger in a small silver scabbard and a small phaser pistol in a leather holster. “Have you received training in the use of energy weapons?” He asked slowly placing his axe on a table to his right.

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Veena quirked an eyebrow and stood back up. She opened the bag and removed the uniform looking it over critically. “With appologies that my nudity is not pleasing to Master. The planners for the ceremony were anticipating that you would wish to subjugate your slave inthe traditonal manner, and of course the event was recorded to be used for propaganda so every effort was made to give Master a domineering and stately image while the tribute was humbled as much as possible.” She said while getting dressed as comanded. The weapons she hesitated to touch. “I have training in all standard armaments in use by Terran forces Master. I am expected to defend my master at all times. I do not think Master needs me in that capacity but it is a standard part of the conditioning all tribute recieve.” Then she slid the knife out of the sheath without touching the handle and strapped it to her leg. “With Masters indudlgence I am unable to touch any weapon my master does not hand to me”, and she looked at the phaser
“A empty sheath is fitting as a slave has no virtue not given to them by master.”, it was a sort of joke considering the knife worn by women was often called a lady’s virtue. “Master will of course know that I can not use a knife against a aggressor to defend myself in the scenario it is designed to normally be used in.”, she adjusted the uniform so that the top was tight enough to look painted on and the skirt had a bit of a sauciness to it. “Is this more pleasing Master?”

Veena. Captain’s Slave.

“This is a uniform not a dress” He said drily “I have no interest what you look like just what you can do and pick up the bloody weapon, me telling you to take it is the same as handing it to you” He said with growing impatience “I don’t need a slave, I need a soldier” He said coldly “If you hadn’t been a personal gift from the Emperor I would have left you in my farm but I’ve been assured you are more useful than that” He reached into a side pocket and took out a small box “Think of it this way, you are my property and damaging my property is punishable” He said calmly “So are you going to be what I need you to be or was I simply gifted an ornament that can talk?”

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OOC: The uniform was in the male style, not the female nota bene.
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