It was several hours later by the time the woman finally stumbled dizzily back through the dim and quiet ship. At some point during their celebration the ship had departed, the acceleration briefly interrupting the feverous coitus. However now in Supercruise and traveling dozens of times the speed of light, the gentle but distinct whistling sound was the only hint that ship was moving at all.
As she moved down the silent passageways every pod she passed lay still with its occupant peacefully frozen inside. She chuckled to herself; after the celebration she suspected that she wouldn't even need the ice to sleep for several days.
Her entire body was sore. Her jaw ached from pleasuring her Master. And every private or intimate area that Jade had been able to reach was red and tender from the woman's attention. She couldn't keep the smile off her lips as she thought back over it all. Her hand subconsciously drifted up and ran her fingers over the bite marks from the base of her neck across her shoulder: a parting gift from Jade.
But as she finally reached her own pod she let out a long low breath. Closing her eyes for several seconds as she tried to slow her thoughts. When she opened them again her gaze traced over her designation displayed on the readout.
She glanced around, whatever attendant was supposed to meet her here was in no hurry. And so ET4H2-5C reached inside her pod, opening her locker door. Inside was the toolbelt she had removed earlier, but gently pushing it aside she carefully unwrapped the bundle of her other possessions. Before her were also a few books, a spare uniform, her identification card, but not much besides.
Despite having the spare she was still grateful she had been allowed to use the Supervisor's facilities to wash herself and her clothes before returning to her pod. The idea of having to change her clothes here, or spending days marinating in sweat and sex juices sounded... unpleasant.
But it was one of her books and a pen that she slipped out of the small compartment. It was a copy of a heat transfer manual. Something that would raise no alarm at being in the hands of a technical slave. The secret being that the last third of the book had been ripped out, the pages replaced with simple blank paper. Upon which years' worth of notes and entries lay in tiny handwriting. ET4H2-5C enjoyed being a slave, but she still needed somewhere to express the thoughts that could never be spoken aloud. And this was that place: her diary.
And so in the gloom she allowed herself one final reminisce of Jade's fingers as she put to print her thoughts on the day's events. She was almost done when the clicking of magnetic boots sounded from down the corridor. ET4H2-5C hurriedly shoved the book back into her locker, assuming the attention position as the attendant approached.
He looked young, barely into his twenties as he surveyed the slave up and down. He confirmed her designation against his display before glancing up at her with an amused expression.
"There was a request for you earlier from Supervisor's Korpick's quarters," he pondered. "That why we're so late getting you stored away?"
"That's right Sir," she replied politely. Noting how the young man stood up straighter at being called Sir.
"So ah... what'd you two get up to?" he asked, a raunchy grin spreading across his face.
"I do whatever my Master requires," the slave replied truthfully.
"Oh come on..." he whined before casting a glance around the quiet ship. He leaned in closer to ET4H2-5C.
