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.

Posted by Captain Gunnar Kaldland (Captain) 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.

CO

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.

CO

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 pants she put on after some experimentation apparently never having worn pants before.. “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?”

CO

OOC: The uniform was in the male style, not the female nota bene.
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Veena bit her bottom lip. “Master has an entire ship of soldiers. I of course know how to fight. I am familiar with small unit tactics. My skills include demolitions espionage and counter espionage. I am trained to be of use to my master in any way he see’s fit. Allow me master to demonstrate why you must hand me the weapons.”, and she picked up the knife then dropped it as her collar reacted by jolting her with a electric charge. She fell to her knees immediately, and breathed hard the shock stopped as soon as she had fallen onto her knees. “A simular fate awaits me if I try to use a weapon for my own personal advantage. It’s not that the collar detects anything. It’t that my conditioning causes me to trigger it. It will also happen should I try to lie to master.”, and since she was on her knees she stayed there. “I dance, I sing, I entertain. I will be and do anything Master desires. If you do not need a slave consider me as a tool designed to provide for your comfort and convenience. I was top in my class inflicting torture as well as resisting interrogation. But I can in no way resist you Master because that is how I am conditioned.”, and she looked over at him actually looking at his face before dropping her gaze lower again. “How can I best serve master?”, she finally asked.

Veena. The Captains Slave.

Gunnar growled out of annoyance, the imperial slave masters really outdid themselves this time. He stood up and moved past the woman in a brusque manner, grabbing both the knife and the Phaser, handing both to her, up close she could see his jaw tensing although the rest of his face seemed calm “I have a new ship and a new crew but I don’t know most of these people, all of my senior staff are strangers and most of their departments are filled with newcomers, only the noncoms are known to me but they are pawns nothing more. I need to have someone with an overview of my crew, someone who I can trust. So are you capable of being a person, make decisions and one day be free of that ridiculous contraption” There was a new intensity to his voice, an undertone of anger filled the room “Or are you just slave?” He asked staring directly at Veena.

CO

Veena stood.”Yes Master. I can certainly do that. I can be trusted to do everything to keep you safe and ensure your crew obey you.” She holstered and sheathed the weapons handling them with familiarity. “This thing has one more function designed to ensure that I am totally loyal to you. The moment I think you are dead it will kill me. “, and she smiled, “Does Master insist I wear the male uniform? It will raise speculation with the crew if I am dressed in a manner that is not in keeping with expectations.”, and she tilted her head. “I am both a slave a toy and a person master. I am Orion of course and I spent my life preparing to be owned as it is my peoples way to serve more aggresive species.”, Veena moved the leash so that it was to the front. “I came with a keeper as you know. I am sure she has special orders regarding me. She is ambitious, but thats obvious since she is a Terran officer. She seemed interested in sampling thethings I have been taught about pleasing women. Will master prefer I refrain from such activities or permit me to use my full toolkit to preform the task you assign to me? I will be only Masters toy if that is Masters wish.”, Veena said moving a bit closer and by posture and tone making herself available. “I am very good at relieving stress and tension.”,

Veena The Captains Girl.

Gunnar growled once more, brushing past her and sitting back down in his chair “The crew may speculate all they want, I don’t care for the way Starfleet dresser the women in the service” He frowned. He reached over and grabbed his axe, a weapon as well known as he himself was, stroking it slightly “Far to impractical for my taste but I don’t much care, dress how you like” He looked again at the woman, it seemed that he was entirely uninterested in her propositions a fact he knew frustrated a great many enemies of his.

After a moments pause he leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs and relaxing slightly “I am not a child, Veena” He said with a slight smile, it was the first time she’d seen him smile and it was not a comforting look, it seemed wrong somehow as if joy brought to him was a dangerous thing “I don’t play with toys and I don’t” The smile faded “Bed slaves” He looked at his weapon once more “Have you ever killed a sentient?” He asked still looking at his axe.

CO

Veena sighed, he had not answered the question. He apparently didn’t care much for her either., “Master asked me to act as a person. So I offer what I would choose to offer. I however can not ever truely be free. I was given as Tribute. I belong to the Empire. Normally a Slave contract has a term of service. But tribute has no term. I will die as property of the Empire. So part of being Orion is being sensual. If I am chaste I will get sick and die eventually. But as much as you may detest me I am required to love you. Not Empire conditioning this time. Part of how the Orion Institute trains us.”, and she unhooked the leash looping it around her waist like a belt. “Part of the weapons training was using live targets. Prisoners, rebels and disobediant slaves. So yes Master I have killed sentients at range and in melee. In some exercises they were armed. In others they were helpless and pleading for mercy. Did I enjoy doing it? No Master. I will kill if I must. But only if required.”, and she sighed again. “I will sleep on the floor at the foot of your bed then?”

Veena The Captains Girl.

Gunnar chuckled drily at her comment “I don’t detest you girl, I merely dislike falsehoods, lies, and bootlicking.” He cocked his head to the left and thought a moment “I’ll give you this command, work to break your conditioning, become your own person, choose your own partner” He shrugged “I have a whole crew that’ll do anything for my favour, pick anyone or five you want.” He finally let go of his axe and interlocked his fingers “I was informed some time ago that I would be receiving an Orion slave as a gift so I’ve been preparing.”

He nodded his head towards a door “You’ll find a small bed and cupboard there, in the coming weeks you’ll be assigned your own quarters for convenience’s sake. Depending on how well you perform on the mission I have for you.” His uncomfortable smile returned “Can you convince my Security Officers to follow your orders?” He seemed more interested in the woman now that she had shown more of her true self.

CO

Veena cocked her head. “Break my conditioning? To what end. You can’t want me to attack you. I wouldn’t if I could as if you die so do I. I have nothing to gain by even trying. If I survived the collar the crew would still kill me. As for my being in love with my Master. That is a choise I made when I entered the Institute at the age of six. It makes being a slave more bearable. My people tend to enjoy hedonism. We are designed for it you might say. As the most valuable and best trained slaves we tend to belong to very rich self indulgent owners. You.,”, and she paused, “My Captain.”, she said tentatively, “Do not fit the usual expectations of a Master. So I believe even if the choice had been mine. I would still follow serve and love you.” She said as she brused a hair out of her eyes.
She smiled and shook her head. “Only five? Is that at once or total? I do not have any specific leadership skills. Commanding people is not typical of tasks assigned to slaves. I am however trained as part of my expected tasks able to manipulate and encourage people to follow suggestion that benefit my master. I can learn a more typically Terran command style if that is what My Captain desires.”, she said noting he seemed happier the more she tried not to be overly subserviant. It worried her that this might be a trap of some sort but adapting to keep him happy was part of her training. Besides he never needed a excuse to punish her. She belonged to him.

Veena. Captains Woman.

“I got rid of my Imperial indoctrination decades ago, for most people it serves a decent enough purpose but it is very limiting for those such as I.” He leaned forward “I don’t need a slave I need a disciple. Terrans may be the superior race but they make for poor followers, I’ve already turned one Alien into one of the finest Captains in Starfleet and I intend to do it again, having you makes the process simpler. I will make you into a soldier and a leader of men.” It seemed more apparent that this man had been brewing this plan for some time “Do you have what it takes?” he asked his tone almost showing emotion.

CO

Veena thought that over, “I will succeed at the task or die trying my Captain. But part of my conditioning is that serving you. Being yours. Doing everything to please you. Is what makes me happiest. Unlike the usual Imperial conditioning mine focuses on serving you not the Empire. Tthere is also the collar. If I go against conditioning it punishes me. If It happens to often it will kill me. It was explained to me that there is a device in my brain that will degrade a little every time I am punished by the collar. It will create a awful mess if it degrades to far. However. As long as I am loyal and follow your orders It will not punish me even if your orders force me to go against other conditioning. This was done to prevent the conditioning from killing me for being a loyal slave. The only order you can give me that would harm me would be a order that threatens the Empress herself. I am the one thing the Empress can give you that you can trust completely and without reservation. But of course you shouldn’t as I might have commands I am unaware of. “, Veera cocked her head to the side then asked shifting into a seductive pose. “If I choose willingly as a Woman to accept you as one of the lovers you allow me. Can I tempt you? Your reluctance to make use of your property is subverting expectations I have had since I was six years old and entering the accademy.”, she said it teasingly rather than as a accusation.

Veena. Slave Soldier of the Empire.