Greetings yet again, I'd like to thank those who have left comments, this is how I judge how I'm doing. As always, my evil brain has dreamed this up so any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. I may throw a little sex in here as I'm reediting this as I type it in, so any mistakes are my own. This chapter is a touch on the slow side, but it fills out some of the things that you've been reading about. I hope you enjoy it. If you don't understand the Date code, it's yr. day month then hour index.
Date: 232308.06
Time: 0632.10
Location: USS Arc Royal CVS 26, in transit
2 days had passed sense Loki had handed me a data pad and told me to sit and read. HOLY FUCK. To say what I had read was interesting was a gross understatement. Shit more than half of what I had read was labeled T.S.C.W. or better. Loki has sworn me to absolute silence on this, and I knew how to keep my mouth shut. If I blabbed about this more than just me could be killed. I had spent several more hours in a high security vault down in Intel looking at some things. Don't bother to ask what they were I couldn't even begin to tell you without violating the security acts. Shit maybe, just maybe I could make this all work. Hell, I was going to have knots in this plan before I was through, not to mention needing a shit ton of hot shot pilots.
Speaking of knots, I'd been spending a bit of time studding an old earth art form from a nation called Japan known as 'Shabari', which as I understand means 'to tie'. Flower seems to love when I do it to her. Getting the rope was easy, I just went to see the Deck Apes and they seemed to have plenty of rope and shot cord laying around, strangely enough rope is still used in space. I do have to admit that having sex with her when she's all tied up makes things sexier and a bit more fun for both of us. I do love all the different patterns and knots. It seems to appeal to the meticulous nature all pilots seem to have.
I can't do and suspension just yet, driving an anchor point into a steel beam just doesn't work without the right tools. However, the old swab handle I'd managed to get hold of does provide lots of different ways to twist and bind flower. She seems content to allow me to try as many new ideas as I possibly can on her, I do love my slave.
On the plus side, Karen was now up and moving around, slowly right now but the nanites had already started to fill her out. She no longer had the sunken cheeks and eyes and had put on 7 pounds of weight. Her arms and legs had lost their spindly look too.
Karen, Doc Li, 2 of the nurses and myself were outside medical for the first-time sense she had come aboard, for a short walk. We'd drawn many stairs and nods, and more than a few hellos and salutes from the crew, even though they were uncovered. To them she was a source of pride and accomplishment that they had, in their own small way helped to free her.
They had been reminded before not to talk about this and would be reminded again to keep their mouth shut even though this was a great story. Right now, about 16,000+ people who manned the ships in the B.G. knew about the capture of the island and a cover story was being worked on so they could talk about it in public.
We'd been under total EMCON for the last 35 days using only line of sight comm lasers to communicate between ships. We had been receiving updates from the star bases, but we'd sent nothing back. I knew the Flin were looking for us, but so far, they'd had no joy.
'Master, why are all these people smiling at us? why are none of the females naked and collared? Kahren is confused Master.' She whispered to me pulling me out of my thoughts. 'Master, will kahren have to service all of them?'
I almost laughed but knew she was concerned. From what I'd learned from the Psych evals over the last several days, her old master would give her to one of the crew who had done an outstanding job over the last week or so.
I stopped in the middle of the passageway and looked at her, she had her head down and probably thought I was going to beat her for questioning me. 'Karen, look at me.' I told her and as she looked up, I could see the fear in her eyes. 'Here you are free, and no one can make you do anything that you don't want, Sexual or otherwise. do you understand?' I asked.
She nodded her head. 'Yes Master, thank you Master.' and took my hand as I started back down the passageway headed for a nondescript door. From what Doc Li had told me, Karen was going to be like a small kid mentally but a nymphomaniac sexually until she had time to learned that she was free and what that meant again.
'Where is Master taking kahren if she may ask Master?' She whispered. I looked over at her.
'We're going to see Fran; she'll measure you and make you some clothes to wear.' I told her as we neared the door. 'We'll see if she has an EVA suit for you to wear, especially when we go off ship.' She looked up at me 'Kahren will not be riding in a pod Master?' I opened the door and lead her in.
'Do you want to ride in the pod or be able to move around like the person you are?' I asked and stopped. 'You'll probably ride with me, and Sam won't let me do anything to crazy like loops and rolls.' I said as a young lady appeared in the measuring pedestal. 'Morning Fran.'
'Good morning, Commander, Doctor, Ladies and as this is our first real meeting hello to you Miss Karen. I've been watching over you for the last few days.' Fran said, she looked about 25 more than likely because of Karen. I knew that Fran was over 150 years old, and this was her 3rd ship. To some she would appear as an older woman, but I suspected that this changed from person to person.
