Dinner Revelation

Posted on 09 Nov 2019 @ 3:05am by Lieutenant Commander Aidan Datari & "Don" & Civilian Iola Hawkins
Edited on on 09 Nov 2019 @ 7:17pm

Mission: Mission 2 - The Agora crossroads
Location: Unknown
Timeline: 4 days after auction, evening
1395 words - 2.8 OF Standard Post Measure

Sitting idle wasn't a character trade for the young Trill. Especially not being stuck behind a desk all day and having little opportunity to move around. He was terrified that, if he chose to go for a walk or even so much as moved out of order, he'd be punished again. He only moved if he needed food, drink or the bathroom but otherwise he had remained at his desk until such time he was dismissed.

He grunted under his breath as he rose, neatly stacking his PADDs before walking off. He wasn't looking forward to being bathed, considering it an invasion to his privacy. However it had been made abundantly clear to him that privacy wasn't a luxury he had earned. Not after having been forcibly stripped naked twice in a matter of days. His eyes fell on a nearby guard as he walked to his room, quickly averting his eyes as he didn't want to draw unnecessary attention.

Returning to his room, he retrieved some necessary items, then headed towards the bathing room. It was a shared room and obviously some slaves had been specifically acquired and trained to see to the cleanliness of the other slaves. He sighed as the girls gave him a beaming smile and he forced himself to smile back while starting to disrobe.

"Oh no let us do that," one of the girls said, quickly moving to help him. "You'll only hurt yourself, and you are already hurt." Nodding, Aidan stood still as they gently stripped him, allowing them to take his hands and guide him to a big tub. "Easy, it's quite warm," the girl warned him as he slid into the water.

Aidan gasped at the heat, especially as the water touched his flogged skin which was super sensitive. He closed his eyes, trying to enjoy the attention and attempted to pretend it was his wife who was doing this. It helped, just a little.

After a while the girls helped him out, dried him off and helped him into clean clothes. "The Don is expecting you in his private Chambers," the girl who has spoken so far told him, "Iola is waiting outside to take you. Please be careful Aidan, don't get further on his bad side. The next time won't go as well, trust us, we know."

The Trill nodded as he walked out, reaching up to ruffle his fingers through his still damp hair. "Hi Iola," he greeted, offering her his arm as only a gentleman would. Together they walked up to the Don's private chamber where a guard let them in. Aidan shivered, not because he was cold but because he felt anxious. 'Dinner' the Don had said but what if more was going on?

"Sit." The Don emerged from behind a curtain, pointing towards two vacant seats. "Iola have you explained this to him?

The girl shook her head, signing quickly. "There was no time," Aidan supplied automatically, "she says she got me and came straight here as you said to do." He sat down as directed, unconsciously smoothening down the fabric of his dress in an attempt at some degree of modesty.

"You are in my private chambers, that means you are privy to things others are not. You are sworn to secrecy, and if you so much as breathe a word, it means that I will kill you. Do you understand?"

Aidan blinked in surprise. "Yes my Lord."

"Good. I like that you call me that, keep that up." A touch of humour was audible in the voice. He reached up to push his large hood back, then lifted up the mask that helped remove his face.

Again, Aidan gasped, eyes widening in surprise. "You're a Klingon," he breathed, paling visibly. "And a woman...."

The Don nodded as her identity was revealed. "A woman yes, I don't know what a Klingon is."

"Well...you." Aidan held his breath, a hint of dread in his eyes. He turned his head as food was brought in. He noticed, however, that the eyes of the servants were covered, so they wouldn't see.

"Do you know what this is?" The Don held up a device which was much like a controller. She tossed it to him, for her slave to examine.

"It causes pain...the slavers used it on me before. You haven't so far..." He looked up as the woman came closer, brandishing a small blade. He held his breath, steeling himself.

"Sit still. I don't use them no. I find my means of disciplinary action much more effective. I'm sure you'll agree, having experienced it first hand." She exposed his upper right thigh, running her fingers across his spots. She looked up as he gasped involuntarily, then carefully inserted the tip of her blade. "And to show you I am not an evil master, and that I do want you to be happy and not live in fear I am removing it."

Aidan gritted his teeth, feeling a little faint as he watched blood well up from the little cut. "I don't feel so good," he murmured.

"I'm done. Now we shall enjoy dinner and go over business for tomorrow. I have an excursion planned to a nearby property, and I require your assistance. I trust you will help maintain my secret?"

Having no desire to die, Aidan nodded weakly. "Yes my Lord," he murmured, desperate for food now to still the queasiness in his stomach. He stole a glance at Iola, who touched his arm with a look of concern on his face. "I don't like the sight of my own blood," he confessed softly, "it makes me feel sick. I'll be alright, don't worry."

Iola nodded before starting to serve her master her dinner. She signed quickly. "She understands," Aidan dutifully supplied. He tried to focus on his food but found he had no appetite. Still he needed to eat, so he forced himself to at least eat something.

The Klingon woman studied her slave, noticing a difference about him. "You are uncomfortable," she noted, "why. Is it because of your predicament? Or is it me. Tell me about these Klingons. What are they like?"

Aidan looked up, shaking his head. "No, not my predicament. Klingons are a warrior race, they are fierce and proud and live for battle. I had a nasty encounter with a few when I was younger, and they almost killed me. For you to not know who or what you are, you must've been away from them since you were born. Just as she's an Orion...I'm sure she's emitting pheromones though they won't affect you as you're a female. But she does affect men, she affects me and she can't help it." He cast Iola an apologetic look. "I'm sure you've noticed that men act different around you, that they're more compliant even though you can't tell them what to do."

Iola nodded slowly, looking up at her master with a shrug. "I noticed," the Don answered thoughtfully. "And it's helpful." She nodded towards the plate. "Finish your meal and we will talk business. Tomorrow is going to be a busy and long day and I want you both rested for the trip."

Aidan sighed as he picked at his food. "With your permission I'd like to return to my room. I don't feel well. Iola can bring me up to speed in the morning, I tend to get up early anyway."

Eyes narrowing a fraction, the Don finally nodded and beckoned guard. "Escort him to his room, make sure he does as he intends to do. Keep guard, just in case."

"Thank you," Aidan replied, "and I tend to do as I say my lord. As I have said, I am not a liar. I am going to rest, and I will be up early."

"See that you do Aidan." The Don gestured towards the door. "Go."

Aidan stood stiffly and waited for the guard to catch up before walking out. He didn't look back and went straight for his bed. He didn't even bother to disrobe, he just let himself fall on top of the sheets and almost instantly fell asleep.

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●● Lieutenant Aidan Datari
Chief Science Officer
USS Andromeda

The Don
Sector Master
Feared trader
pnpc Aidan

Iola
Don's servant
pnpc Aidan