Star Trek: Theurgy

[ Dr Amelya Duv | CMO office | Deep Space 3 | 2375 ] @Stegro88

Infirmary duty aboard DS 3 was mostly trivial. Patients would come in with various sort of symptoms because of the varying population visiting the station. The position of DS 3 made it a prime commerce station, yet there had been some fluctuations in traders ever since the Dominion conflict had broken loose. Amelya Duv was an ensign that resided on DS3 for almost her entire life. Her foster parent worked in the infirmary which helped in her daily routine. She had just celebrated her 22nd birthday and she was feeling just great with how life progressed.

Amelya's shift had been halfway through before she got called in to the CMO office aboard the Sickbay on DS3. She had no clue why or as for what reason she was being summoned there. Her patients were all in relatively good health considering the things they were admitted for and none of her former patients had suffered from any negative effects. Nor did she imagine any of them compiling a complaint against her. She walked into the office and looked at the CMO as he nodded at her "Ah, ensign Duv. Please take a seat."

Amelya observed the man from head to toe before she nodded and took her place in one of the seats at the front of his desk "Sir, if you don't mind me asking. Why am I here?" she asked carefully as she looked at the CMO. He smiled at her and he shook his head "You're here Amelya because the brass has asked for your assistance in a special matter. They're sending someone over for the specifics as we speak." he explained "A special matter?" she repeated after him as she frowned. The man nodded "Yes, but before the contact person gets here. I must tell you that you can refuse to participate in the matter if you're feeling like you're not up for it. Yet once you say yes, there won't be a way back from it." he warned her.

The final warning only made a chill run over the spine of the young ensign. What was he on about? The door chimed however before she could ask further and Amelya turned herself halfway to look at the door. "Come in." the CMO said loud and clear as the door opened. Amelya looked at the feminine figure as she stepped in, the Trill didn't say a word as the human waited for the doors to close.

Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson | Alias: Lt. CMDR Nomen | CMO Office | Deep Space 3 ] Attn: @Nolan
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She tugged at her uniform once again as she walked through the passageways towards the sickbay and the office of the station’s Chief Medical Officer. The uniform itself was replicated no more than an hour earlier and Donna had yet to ‘break it in’, hence the tugging.

She wasn’t even supposed to be here. She was supposed to be on Casperia Prime enjoying a week’s leave before returning to Cardassian space, but an urgent mission had come through to her. And boy, was it going to be a fun one. Infiltrating an Orion Syndicate auction by posing as a buyer. Once in, she was to gather information on participants, inventory and any deals made before guiding in a Starfleet strike force. And she wasn’t going in alone.

She was supposed to recruit a medical professional to accompany her so that they could evaluate any slaves that the Syndicate were selling. She had stated that she could do it herself but had been overridden by her commanding officer and ordered to take a companion. But who was crazy enough to do that?

And so, here she was on Deep Space 3, wearing the uniform of a Lieutenant Commander to provide her some autonomy from the command structure, seeking a crazy medical professional. Casperia Prime was looking real good right about now.

Arriving at the correct office, Donna activated the door chime to announce her arrival. Once she was invited in, Donna entered to see a male Human and a female Trill inside. Once the doors had closed behind her, Donna addressed the CMO.

“My name is Lieutenant Commander Nomen, has she been briefed about her acceptance or refusal for this mission?” Donna asked the man abruptly. Time was short.

“She has,” the CMO replied.

“Excellent,” Donna acknowledged. “Now, I am afraid I will need to commandeer your office for the briefing. Please excuse us.” The CMO had little recourse to object to the senior officer standing before him and after grabbing a small pile of PADDs, exited the office. Once gone, Donna checked that the door was sealed before turning back to the Trill.

“I will remind you that once you accept your participation in the following mission, there is no turning back,” Donna began calmly. “We will be going undercover at an Orion Syndicate auction. These auctions can be for anything from weapons to contraband supplies, food to slaves. Our mission is to observe and record everything we see and hear there before calling in a Starfleet force to deal with those present. Once completed, you will be returned here, never to speak of the mission again.”

“Before I ask you for your acceptance or refusal, do you have any questions?” Donna asked.

[ Dr Amelya Duv | CMO office | Deep Space 3 | 2375 ] @Stegro88 

The lieutenant commander that walked in seemed most authoritative as she asked the CMO about the state in which Amelya had been briefed in. Once he had acknowledged it, he seemingly got booted out of his own office. Which he did so after taking some PADDs, once he had left the office it seemed like the women were the only two left. Amelya simply watched him leave before she stood up out of her chair and saluted the higher ranking officer as she was learned.

As the senior officer began to tell her in short what the mission would be about, Amelya nodded slowly as she tried to grasp what exactly the mission would entail "Ma'am... Can I ask why you'd need a medical officer along for this mission? In fact, why would you need me?" she asked with a hint of nervosity in her voice "I mean, I'm just an ensign that was graduated like two years ago. If it already has been two years for that matter. Surely you ought to be looking for more experienced people? I don't even have any experience with... These kinds of operations..." she admitted

It wasn't that the Trill doctor was opposed to agreeing to the mission. Yet she disliked losing control. The OCD bug that probably bothered everyone on medical. She just wanted to get a clear vision on the how and the what before she'd agree on the matter. "Also, how long would this endeavor take? I have patients here that I need to tend to. Family..." she added to the questions as she looked into Donna's eyes. Slowly though, the eyes of Amelya traveled over the woman, trying to get anything more from her body language.

Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson | Alias: Lt. CMDR Nomen | CMO Office | Deep Space 3 ] Attn: @Nolan
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Donna stood calmly as Ensign Duv asked several questions about and voiced her opinions on her participation in the mission. She had expected these questions and already had answers for them. She even agreed with most of the questions she was asked. But she had her orders.

“Ensign Duv, I would have thought that the need for a medical officer on this mission was rather obvious. You are a Medical Officer,” Donna stated. She paused for a moment, exhaled and then continued. “This operation is of a time sensitive nature. The Syndicate runs these auctions at a neutral location for only a short time. Once that time is up, everyone leaves. There isn’t time to assemble a proper team. So we are trying to make do. Otherwise we pass on this opportunity and let the star’s only know what happen there.”

“Specifically, your part in the mission will be to check the health status of any slaves present and evaluate their overall condition in case of contingency plans becoming necessary, “ Donna explained. “You should also know that 4 other medical officers have declined their participation in the mission prior to my arrival on Deep Space 03. If you choose to decline the assignment, then I will depart and go to the next person on my list that could help me. Thee will be no stigma or penalty attached to you for that choice. In fact, this conversation will not have taken place.” Donna noticed that the Ensign was looking at her closely, trying to pick up something from her body language, she guessed, but Donna at long ago learned how to conceal that.

“As for the mission duration,” Donna said, addressing the Trill’s final point. “The mission you be completed within a 2-3 week period depending upon how long final debriefing takes. Actual boots on the ground will be completed within 10-days. Is there anything else?”

[ Dr Amelya Duv | CMO office | Deep Space 3 | 2375 ] @Stegro88

Listening to the lieutenant commander in disguise Amelya nodded as the motivation why she was selected to come along was being explained in full. It made sense and as the mission seemed time critical Amelya felt that postponing all of this any longer would be a mistake. To let the woman search further for another officer would be wasting valuable time that slaves in in the grasp of the syndicate wouldn't have. Amelya simply nodded at the woman in the office and she was slightly concerned to hear that four other officers had declined the offer to help her out.

"Why have the others declined the mission?" she asked as she locked eyes with Donna. The Trill slowly rose up from out of her seat and paced on the other side of the room as she considered her reply, hearing more about mission duration and how long she'd be gone from the station. "Furthermore, am I to make my decision on the spot or can I handle personal affairs first?" she asked as she was seemingly making up her mind on participating in the mission or not.

After hearing the final reply of Donna she nodded as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Very well ma'am... I don't think you'll have to look any further. I'll facilitate your needs for a medical officer. Those poor souls don't have the luxury to be kept waiting." she answered as she felt somewhat obliged as it was her duty as a Starfleet officer and as a medical professional to help those in need. "When do we need to go and what do I need to bring along for this endeavor?"

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“I didn’t ask why the other officers declined to participate,” Donna replied to the Trill ensign. “It could be personal reasons. Not wanting to risk their lives infiltrating the Orion Syndicate, where a single mistake could mean death or enslavement. Or not feeling they were suited for undercover work. As I said, I didn’t ask,” Donna explained.

“You would have perhaps two hours to handle any personal matters that need to be taken care of. They would obviously not be allowed to know where you are going. If they ask, then you are to inform them that you have been summoned before a review board for a new assignment. Your record will reflect as such,” Donna stated as the Trill paced. “In any other situation I would be happy to give you time to think on what I have said but I am afraid the situation prevents me from doing so. I must have an answer now.”

Donna stood and watched Ensign Ruv, able to practically see the wheels turning in her head, balancing time versus need. And then it came, the Trill’s acceptance of the mission. She was honestly surprised that the Trill had accepted so easily. And without asking for critical information regarding the mission. If she had had the time, Donna would have gone over all of that before accepting the Trill’s participation but a glance at the timepiece on the wall showed that she just didn’t have the time.

“We leave in two hours. I will need you to requisition a single field medical kit. Standard-issue, nothing fancy,” Donna ordered as she pulled a PADD from her pocket. “I will need your height, weight, waist, hip, bust and shoe sizes,” Donna said as she held out the PADD to the Ensign. “Once you have completed your personal matters, meet me in my quarters on Deck 09, Room 619.”

[ Dr Amelya Duv | CMO office | Deep Space 3 | 2375 ] @Stegro88

Two hours, that was all the time she was going to get to pack her things and to hand her patients over to another attending physician. She would inform her guardian about her leave of absence, obviously not telling her the true nature of her departure yet giving her enough of information so she wouldn't have to worry. Amelya nodded as she took the PADD from Donna., she started to fill in the required fields and handed it back to her. "I'll see you in two hours ma'am."

With that Amelya saluted before she left the office and started to sort the things she had to sort. In under forty five minutes she had transferred the patients over to another doctor and an hour of her time was consumed by talking to her foster parent about having to step away for a time. The guardian she had was happy that the Trill would try out and prepare herself for a new challenge. Amelya had chuckled at the reply and after saying goodbyes she left for her room to clean up and change attire. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to be wearing to meet the woman. Was she supposed to go in Starfleet uniform or would she have to wear something else. "Should've asked." she muttered to herself.

With two minutes to spare Amelya had rushed through the corridors of DS3 before she reached the room in the nick of time. She chimed the door, wearing a fresh teal uniform. Her hair was tied up into a bun and she chewed on her lip nervously. She wasn't sure what to expect and perhaps she should've asked more about the mission details. Perhaps those details would scare her off like the other officers. there was no time to crawl back now though as she had been committed to the cause.

As the door opened she smiled "Reporting for departure ma'am." she said, standing in attention briefly as she had the standard field medkit and some belonging strapped over her shoulder in a bag.

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After the Ensign’s departure, Donna had returned to her temporary quarters aboard the station and set about preparing for the mission. Retrieving a data-crystal that was concealed within the heel of her boot, Donna plugged it into the room’s replicator and set about creating various garments and other items that she felt would be needed, or could be useful. For the mission. In between this, she packed up the few belongings she had brought with her into a bag before changing into civilian clothing. It wasn’t the clothes she would be wearing for the mission but they were a damn sight better than that uncomfortable uniform.

She was just finishing up packing the second of 2 bags of replicated items when there was a chime at the door. Checking the timepiece on the wall, Donna noted the time as 2 minutes to the deadline she had given the Ensign. 

“Good to see that she is on time. If it’s her,” Donna thought as she moved to open the door. Her opening revealed the Trill Ensign standing there in what looked like a fresh uniform. Her hair was done up in a bun and she was biting her lip nervously. “Probably having second thoughts.” Waving the doctor inside without a word, Donna sealed the door behind her before turning to look at the woman.

“Lose the uniform Ensign,” Donna ordered immediately. “I’ll dig out sometime more appropriate for you to wear in transit. And if that bag contains any identifying personal items, remove them.”

[ Dr Amelya Duv | CMO office | Deep Space 3 | 2375 ] @Stegro88 

"Uhm, okay." she replied to the woman as she was given her new outfit by the senior officer. First of which was a pair of blue pants. The fabric feeling jeans like yet it wasn't made of the same substance. It felt rather rugged, yet the next item was a green shirt that seemed a size too small for her, yet it felt stretchy. To top it off she was given a vest that would cover most of her up and make her look more like a refugee or traveling Trill.

"Thanks for the outfit ma'am" she thanked the officer as she didn't see any other room but the bathroom to change. She made her way over to it and took off her uniform there before changing into the non standard issue clothing. Once she had changed herself entirely she opened the bag she had brought along and removed anything personal that might still be in it. She placed them together with her uniform before bringing them back out in the room. She ensured that the items wouldn't be lost and would find their way back to her quarters by placing them in a canister. After that she walked up to the replicator and changed her feet wear to something more boot like.

Once she was ready she stood by the door as she looked at the lieutenant commander. "Ready and set when you are." she said with a smile as she could feel the nerves hitting her body. Her leg trembling a little as she played with her fingers. "I presume I should call you something else than ma'am or sir right?"she mentioned as she chewed on her lower lip.

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Once she had dug out the clothes for the Ensign and handed them to her, Donna had busied herself with finishing packing. She had only paused in this task to, once Amelya was in the bathroom, go over to the replicator and activate the memory wipe program on her data-crystal. Once the replicator’s recent memory was wiped, she retrieved her crystal and hid it once more in her boot. That crystal, and others like it, had saved her life on more than one occasion.

She had just finished doing up the last bag when the Trill exited the bathroom with a bundle of clothes in her hands. She watched as the Ensign used the replicator to create herself some new boots to wear and casually admired her form as she changed into them. 

“This mission could be more fun than I thought,” Donna thought to herself before turning away to retrieve a communicator from the bed. At the Ensign’s proclamation of being ready, Donna had picked up one of the bags and shouldered it before turning around to look at the slightly trembling Trill.

“I presume I should call you something else than ma’am or sir, right?” Amelya asked Donna as they stood there.

“We can discuss what we will be calling each other at a later date,” Donna replied to her companion. “For now, we need to leave. Would you grab that bag please?” Donna asked as she stepped to the side and activated her communicator. “Phrang, we’re headed for the transporters.”

“Understood,” came the reply a moment later. Donna didn’t respond as she closed the channel.

“Shall we?” Donna asked her still trembling Trill companion. “Definitely some fun to be had.”

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As the transporter effect dissipated, Donna found herself looking at the familiar interior of Phrang’s ship. 

“Welcome aboard the Jade Falcon,” Donna said by way of explanation. “And yes, before you ask, this is a B’rel-class Klingon Bird-of-Prey. Try not to faint, please.”

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"Yes ma'am" she answered as she was told that titles and callsigns, if that was the right term, would be shared later. Unaware of the looks the woman was giving her nor the thoughts she was having, Amelya waited until she was cleared to follow the woman. She did so in silence as she looked around in the corridors of the station. People who didn't know her simply walking past her whilst in the past people would look up or greet her in her uniform.

They were headed to the transport room and after they were beamed across to another ship to a man named Phrang, Amelya looked around in the ship. It certainly didn't look very Starfleet or Federation like and as Donna informed her that she was aboard a Klingon Bird of Prey, Amelya simply swallowed as she nodded. She did her best to keep her cool and simply moved over to a piece of wall where she waited for Donna to tell her where to go.

She didn't say anything as she watched the associate of Donna before she glanced further down along the interior of the ship. This was the first time she saw a Klingon ship for real. Sure there had been hologram's and holodeck experiences, yet nothing felt as real as the real thing. "I take it we're using this ship for the cloaking capabilities?" she eventually voiced out "How long would we be in transit?"

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Donna watched as Amelya looked around at the interior of Phrang’s ship. The look on her face, Donna imagined, mirrored her own that first time she had come aboard the Jade Falcon. As she stepped off the pad, she heard the familiar pad of Phrang’s footsteps approaching and she looked up just in time to see him step into the corridor. Direction and distance let her know that she and Amelya had arrived aboard on the portside transporter pad. The Caitian male looked well and Donna could see that his grey fur was well kept.

“It is good to see you, old friend,” Phrang said in greeting to Donna, deliberately avoiding using a name. “Your gear is in the guest quarters.”

“Thank you Phrang,” Donna acknowledged. “You have the coordinates for the Auction?”

“I do,” Phrang replied with a nod of his head. “Although I wonder if it is a good idea that you attend. If the Nausicaan is there, it will complicate matters. I doubt Kaec has forgiven you.”

“Then he shouldn’t have cheated,” Donna responded, her tone changing at the mention of a past mission. She realised she was already slipping into her Maxine Gentry persona; something that had been happening all too easy the last couple of times she had used it. What had once been an exhilarating cover was now one that she had begun fearing to use.

"I take it we're using this ship for the cloaking capabilities?" Amelya asked from behind them, causing Donna to turn and look at her companion. "How long would we be in transit?"

“The cloak is more insurance than a necessity for this mission. Ideally, we won’t need to use it,” Donna remarked casually. “As for transit time, Phrang?”

“We can be there in 6 days,” Phrang replied. Donna’s head snapped around, ready to object but Phrang cut her off. “They moved auction location at the last minute. No explanation.”

“That’s concerning, but not unheard of,” Donna commented as her mind raced. “Shall we?”

“Of course,” Phrang said with a toothy grin before turning on his heel and padding away silently. As he disappeared from sight, Donna turned to Amelya.

“Best laid plans and all that. C’mon, I’ll show you where we’ll be sleeping.”

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As the Caitian came into sight Amelya veered back up as she wanted to leave a good first impression. It made her wonder if Phrang was part of Starfleet or not, yet she didn't pry either as she imagined the mission would've begun the moment they left the station. As they talked about the Auction, Amelya could only conclude that they were most definitely going to a slave auction. She wasn't looking forward to the prospect of it and she was caught daydreaming slightly about it before Donna replied her with her questions she had posed before.

The Caitian fell in as Donna bounced the question for transit time to him and she was surprised she'd be traveling for six days "Six days?" she repeated before she looked over at Donna as she imagined she'd be on and back sooner. She simply listened to the rest of the conversation in silence as she bit her lower lip slightly before crossing her arms and waiting for further instructions.

Amelya gave a sheepish smile as Donna mentioned best laid plans before she told her to follow her for the sleeping accommodations. The Trill followed in suite as she was lead through the long corridor and eventually had to climb the ladders to head to the crew quarters. It all felt somewhat special and exciting as she wondered if she was really fit for the job.

Once they reached the crew quarters Amelya looked around at the place and nodded "Alright... What are you expecting me to do in the next six days? Do I need to familiarize myself with certain aspects or knowledge? Or would you rather have me do something else?" she asked curiously as she seemed eager enough to contribute her part of the mission.

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Donna was, slightly miffed. Phrang had forgotten to mention that the turboshaft was down for repairs, and that when he had exited it, he had been looking at it, not using it. Donna had cursed under her breath as she and Amelya had lugged their bags up the central shaft that passed for a Klingon Jefferies Tube. “Two bloody decks worth!” Donna raged internally.

Of the four rooms set aside for crew quarters, Phrang had converted/designated the portside aft cabin into a guest room. Which basically involved removing the center bunk and putting in a table instead. Donna would bet that her Caitian compatriot had a mattress stored somewhere in case he needed the extra berth. Setting her bags down on the table, Donna moved to sit on the bunk she usually slept in, resting her arm on the bag that Phrang had left there. Inside, everything she needed to look the part of Maxine Gentry.

"Alright... What are you expecting me to do in the next six days? Do I need to familiarize myself with certain aspects or knowledge? Or would you rather have me do something else?" Amelya asked.

“Maybe later,” Donna mused silently on the thought that sprang into her mind. Considering the bag at her side, Donna looked up at the Trill. “That is up to you. We seem to have a longer transit time than I had planned for so if you would like to rest first, you can. Otherwise, we can begin our briefing now,” Donna advised Amelya. “But, I warn you now. Once I finish the briefing, we’ll be assuming our cover identities immediately and won't abandon them until the mission is complete. So consider that before you choose.”

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Heeding the warning of the woman about the briefing she nodded as she looked around in the crew quarters. She pressed her lips together as she placed her hands in her lower back and stretched a little as she looked back at Donna "I take it this isn't your first mission ma'am?" she asked softly "Clearly it isn't... But what can I expect? Without having to go into much mission sensitive details?" she asked as she wanted to know more, yet seemed to cling on to the safety of her Starfleet status for now.

Resting sounded like a fine plan, especially with a six days travel window ahead. Yet the nervosity about the entire situation would render her sleepless for a while now. She wanted more info, she needed more info so she could cool her nerves and slip into a more natural position aboard the ship. "Or is there any chance you can tell me more about you?" she asked carefully as she suspected that people like Donna would be weary of their true identities.

Thus to clarify she added "I just need something to steel my nerves a bit. Any info would be appreciated ma'am. I doubt I'll be able to rest right now anyway." Amelya answered as she walked over to a bunk opposite of the room and placed her bag and the medkit down. She sat down on the bunk and toyed with her fingers.

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Donna looked at Amelya Duv and wondered if she had been like this before her first mission. It had been so long ago that, or at least felt that way, that she couldn’t remember. She couldn’t fault the ensign for wanting to know more. In a way, it was even smart. 

“You’re right, it’s not my first mission. It’s probably closer to my 50th,” Donna considered as she tried to recall. But this time, her memory failed her for the specific number. “Most of those were short duration missions, a week or less, but some were longer,” Donna explained. “I guess the most important thing you can expect is nervousness and concern. The hardest part is always maintaining your cover identity, no matter what. And the more you worry about that, the easier it becomes to slip. And slipping will get you killed, or worse.” More than one of her missions had ended with her on the run from angry people bent on killing her.

“As for myself, I’m afraid I won’t tell anything more than you need to know to complete the mission,” Donna said calmly, staring at the Trill. “Its for my safety as much as it is yours.”

“Now, if there is nothing else, I am going to have a nap,” Donna remarked as she rested her head against the bulkhead. “You’re welcome anywhere on the ship but say nothing to the crew. Not that I expect they will ask you anything anyway. They know better.”

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The young ensign nodded at the words of the seemingly wiser woman in her bunk. She seemed to be a hardened veteran in her line of duty. She took note of the key elements she needed to keep in mind. Despite any nervousness or concern, cover was everything. She ran her tongue over her lips as she gave a few more nods. She looked a bit disappointed as she wouldn't hand out more information about herself for her safety as well as Amelya's.

As the woman wanted to sleep Amelya couldn't disagree with her that resting now would be a good plan with the long days ahead. She smiled a little and answered "In that case, rest well ma'am." she answered before she looked around. It was tempting to explore the ship. Without further notice the Trill stood up and did a quick run around the ship, like Donna had asked from her she kept the contact with other crew to a minimum as she got her bearings on the ship.

When she returned she expected to find the Nomen to be asleep and she silently made it to her bunk before she crawled in the sleeping accommodation and closed her eyes. It was hard to fall asleep with so many unknown still dangling above her head. Yet sleep eventually caught up with her as Amelya slipped into a dreamless sleep. It would be hours before she'd wake up again.

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2 days had passed since their departure from Deep Space 3. In that time, Donna had contacted her superiors and advised them of the mission’s change in details as well as requesting clarification on the status of the mission. When they confirmed that she was still a go, she informed them of who she had selected and that she would be briefing them soon. 

“Alright,” Donna announced as she and the Trill doctor sat in their quarters. The hatch was sealed tightly and Donna had activated a sound scrambler in case the room was bugged. She trusted the crew but old habits died hard and it was better to be safe than sorry. “I have spoken with my superiors and appraised them of the change in mission details. Due to this change I have to confirm with you your continued participation in the mission. Say the word and as soon as Phrang lets me off he will return you to Deep Space 3, no questions asked.”

“You contacted me for this mission ma’am, regardless of its more prolonged duration, I’m a woman of her word. I will not drop out of it.” she confirmed to Donna as she straightened up in her bunk she was in. Her eyes had gone over the sound scrambler more then once and her eyes turned back to Donna’s as she nodded.

“Very well then,” Donna responded, silently happy that she would have someone around to help her. She had performed most of her missions solo but the ones where she had worked with someone, she always felt better about. “Once again, as soon as we complete this briefing, we will be assuming our cover identities so that we becoming familiar with them. Should hopefully prevent slip ups later on.”

The Trill doctor gave another nod. “Understood.” she answered as she leaned in as the real deal started as of now. Still slightly nervous, the Trill wasn’t as jumpy or nervous as at the start of the mission. Her time aboard the ship had seemingly brushed off on her and she had kept herself by the rules Donna had imposed upon her. She listened with care to the briefing now as she did her utmost best to remember as much as she could so she could rehash it inside of her head when it was over.

“Our mission is the infiltration of an Orion Syndicate auction. Once inside, we are to identify as many of the attendees as possible, what is being sold, to whom and for what price,” Donna explained calmly and clearly “We are also to verify the status of any slaves that are likely to be involved; either as part of an entourage or as part of a transaction. That will be your primary task due to your medical training.”

Amelya nodded slowly as she voiced out, “I assume I’ll be having a role as a slave myself in that case? In order to verify the status of other slaves and the entourage, right?” She wasn’t naive to think that she’d be getting any other role like overseer or anything as she’d heard tales from former slaves in the medical post on the starbase. A young Trill was a keen and wanted gift on slave markets it seemed.

“That’s right. Your cover will be that of a slave. It affords you the most anonymity as unless they need something, most ‘masters’ barely notice slaves,” Donna confirmed. “Ironically, it affords you the most protection as well. Something about messing with another’s property. So you should be safe enough.”

The thought of being safest as a slave made Amelya wonder. There was certain logic to the reasoning of the intelligence officer and she went along with it since she assumed Donna knew better how the whole galaxy functioned.

“While you are doing that,” Donna continued. “I will be working on finding out as much as I can about everything else that is happening. It will fit right in with my cover.”

“Will we be separated for most of the mission in that case or?” she asked again as she understood the role of Donna. “Who will your cover be? I mean, what’s her role in all of this?”

“Her name is Maxine Gentry, though her friends call her Max,” Donna revealed. “She is a weapons dealer although, since the Dominion eliminated her primary customers in the Maquis, she has had to branch into other areas. So she is in the market, as it were.”

Amelya simply nodded once more as she looked a Donna with full attention and slight fear of what awaited them ahead. Though she assumed it would only be normal to feel the fear...

“Your role will be that of her first slave. Your name is Pardus and you have been with Max for almost 6 months,” Donna briefed Amelya. She knew this was a lot to take in and understand but it had to be done. By the time they made planetfall, they had to be settled into their roles as if they really had been mistress and slave for the last 6 months.

Amelya swallowed at hearing about her role “How would Pardus have come to be first slave of Maxine?” she asked as she had a lots more questions about her identity. Where was she from? How would she need to address her new mistress? What exactly would be expected of her? 

“Pardus IS Max’s first slave. Her only one,” Donna clarified for Amelya. “As for how she came to be. Donna ‘liberated’ her from another owner that reneged on a deal. Max took Pardus as compensation.”

“Oh, alright.” she answered as she took in that vital piece of information. Amelya plucked at her knees as it was a lot of intel and she had to adapt to the new situation of course.

“I know this is a lot to take in. Thankfully we have several more days to get comfortable in our roles,” Donna explained, rolling her shoulders a little. Max was always uncomfortable for her nowadays. After the things she had done. “Any more questions?”

“What do you expect of your slave? Like how do I call you? Mistress or something else? What kind of attire will I wear?” she asked “I’m sorry that I’m rather green about all of this, but I’ll do my utmost best to play the role I’m given.”

“It’s alright, I’ve had worse,” Donna replied, trying to be encouraging in her tone. “Mistress or Mistress Max is probably the safest thing to call me until this is all over. The auction will be a hostile environment and we don’t know who could be listening.” “And just hope the Syndicate hasn’t gotten over their fear of telepaths yet,” Donna considered silently before moving onto the next point. “What I expect is for you to not speak unless spoken too. That is probably going to be the hardest part. I can only guess at some of the things that we might see. Max has generally avoided the majority of the auction and stuck to the weapons market but that isn’t an option this time.”

“As for attire, well, that is probably going to depend on where we are and what we are doing. From a basic jumpsuit to something more revealing,” Donna explained, wondering if this would be the point that would crack the Trill Doctor. “You are a Trill after all. But the one constant that be always worn by you is a collar. I’m sorry but it is the clearest way to show that you are someone’s property.”

[ Dr Amelya Duv | Alias: Pardus | Guest quarters | Jade Falcon ] Attn: @Stegro88  

With a nod the Trill now knew what she had to call Maxine Gentry. It would be a logical way to address her, yet Amelya figured that she might as well remain silent unless spoken to. As Gentry pointed out that remaining silent would be the hardest part, Amelya looked up at her. She wasn't sure what she meant with that, yet she had the feeling she'd soon find out. "What kind of things do you expect us to see?" she asked, if only for a way to steel herself for the encounters to come.

The choice of clothes was logical for Amelya as she knew from the start that this wasn't going to be a walk in the park. She had made peace with herself that showing skin or more would have to be required. She did however assume that Max would keep her safe or at least out of harms way of anything worse then just showing skin.

As the collar came into play Amelya nodded "I-I-I expected as much... Would you go for an actual collar? I heard some of the refugees in Deep Space 3 mention the use of tattoo collars. Perhaps we could brand me with a sort of fake one for Gentry?" the Trill suggested to him as she looked back at Donna.

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Donna looked at the Trill, her face completely blank as she remembered some of the things that she had seen when dealing with the Orion Syndicate. In a way, she pitied the loss of innocence that the Trill still had.

“What you see may see, will…. not be easy to see and you probably won’t be able to unsee it. The memories might fade but they will never truly disappear,” Donna warned her companion. “It will largely depend upon which members of the Syndicate choose to attend. Events can range from formal dinners, such as they are, to gladiatorial matches and public executions. And that is before the slave auction itself.”

Donna said as she reached over into one of her bags that was sitting on the end of the bunk. Inside was an item that had been made for this mission.

“Some members of the Syndicate do use tattooed collars on their slaves,” Donna confirmed as she pulled out the item once her hand found it. “Unfortunately Amelya, you will not be one of them. And before you object, please let me explain why,” Donna requested as she presented the collar to the Trill doctor that would be wearing it. It was a simple metallic band with a lock on one side and an embedded jewel opposite it.

“The collar itself is made of a Duranium composite; pretty much unbreakable. Cutting off would probably kill you before they succeeded,” Donna commented, trying to sound positive. “But the special part of the collar is what is inside it. Namely a tracking device and a scanner/recording device. With them, I’ll know where you are at all times and it will record and store anything and anyone that comes within 5 metres of you; 10 if targeted. All you have to do is point the emerald embedded in the front of the collar in the direction you want the extra range.”

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The grave warning provided by the woman in front of her made Amelya shudder slightly as she wasn't sure if it was a mistake to have come along on this mission. Doubt was pushed aside and she decided to not look back on any decisions made. Nomen had continued with announcing what could all be seen, though Duv got the idea that all of this was just the tip of the iceberg.

Furthermore the woman explained why Amelya wouldn't be getting a tattooed collar and instead get a traditional one. Her eyes moving to the bag of the person in the bunk opposite of her as she displayed the metallic band with a lock and an embedded jewel in the middle of it. Amelya swallowed softly as she listened carefully as to why this collar would be preferred. Though it should've given her a sense of safety and security there was a bittersweet ring to it as the collar wouldn't be able to be removed without killing her if done so by force. The part where it helped record and store information was handy to know, yet would probably get her killed even faster if it ever came to light.

Duv gave a small nod as she understood the mechanics of the collar and the advantage it had to wear it over an inked one. She slowly got up from her bunk and walked over to Nomen. She slowly sat down on her knees in front of her as she looked up at her "Considering this is our final free talk, I suppose now would be a good time as any to put it on?" she suggested. It would give her a couple of days to get accustomed to the feeling of it. Knowing how it would keep her from any sleep or if she'd need a different position when she had to grab some shut eye or more.

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Donna tried not to react as the Trill doctor kneeled down in front of her. In a couple of days, she would have to react as if this was a normal, everyday occurrence. “Should be easy enough,” Donna noted to herself as she leant forward and placed the collar around Amelya’s neck. From this position, if the doctor had worn something that showed any cleavage at all, Donna would have been able to see all of it. “All in good time,” Donna chided herself as she locked the collar in place. Despite the dangers involved in the mission, a part of her was definitely looking forward to it.

“I have one other thing for you,” Donna said after straightening back up. Reaching into her bag again, she pulled out what at first appeared to be a belt buckle. It consisted of a fastener with a raised circular section in the centre with an engraved 8-pointed compass rose. 

“This is something that I would like you to keep with you at all times if possible. It can be used as a belt buckle, scarf brooch, pretty much any kind of fastener you can think of. All you have to do is push in the star completely to unlatch it,” Donna explained as she presented the item to Amelya. “But, if you push in the star only 30% of the way and twist it 90 degrees, a pair of push daggers pop out of the ends for you to use to defend yourself. And I stress, defend yourself. Slaves aren’t meant to carry weapons.”

“Now, if you have any more questions, please ask them now,” Donna said as she stood up and took off her jacket. “While you do, I’m going to change,” she announced as she grabbed one of the bags and opened it before pointing at another one. “That one contains a variety of outfits and footwear that I thought might be appropriate for you. I hope I got your sizes right. If not, we’ll have to improvise. I think I even included a roll of blank fabric, just in case.” Donna noted as she pulled her shirt over her head. Undoing her pants, she slid them to the floor, removing her shoes as she did so. She didn’t think about what Amelya would think of her actions. In a few days, who knew what they would be seeing of each other. Or doing to.

Now standing in just her bra and panties, Donna began to pull items from the bag that would transform her into Maxine ‘Max’ Gentry. Phaser pistol and gun belt for her right hip, Klingon d'k tahg for her left hip. Form fitting combat pants and shirt. Black boots. And lastly, a worn leather jacket that had seen better days. That jacket was almost as much a signature for Max as her attitude was.

Hesitating for the barest of moments, Donna reached for the pants as she prepared to submerge herself into the needed persona.

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With a click the collar locked itself in position and Amelya reached up to feel the contours of it as she swallowed and had to admit that it felt somewhat odd. She had worn trinkets and jewelry before, yet this did feel different. Perhaps it was because subconsciously she now knew about the meaning of it, that she had effectively turned into a slave? She shook the idea off before second guessing it. Maybe she had to embrace the idea of becoming a slave, get her mindset into it in order to slip up less.

She was totally unaware of the glances Nomen had given her as she had attached the collar to her neck an she was surprised to hear her say that she had something else for her. She looked over at the belt buckle and studied it as Nomen clarified what the uses for it were as well as the hidden compartment. Amelya nodded as she let her fingers trace over the compass section and tried to unlock the dagger compartment. The blades clicked out and she observed them and studied them before putting them back. Nomen was clear on the matter that these would only be utilized in case of distress or apparent danger to herself.

The Trill doctor looked at the woman as she stood up and proceeded to undress to get changed. Nudity wasn't exactly a problem for Amelya as she did have patients undress at numerous occasions when in Sickbay. Her eyes glanced over the rather in shape figure of Nomen before she took the other bag and scavenged into it. She looked at the various articles, ranging from skimpy and quite revealing to quite the contrary. She settled for a rather traditional outfit as she fishes it out and began to undress herself as well. She didn't state it to Nomen as she silently proceeded and once in her underwear and bra began to hoist herself into the jumpsuit.

It was quite a squeeze to get into it as the fabric was starting to feel like a second skin to her. It hugged her curves perfectly and once she got in it she looked herself over. It fitted her perfectly yet seemed like just one size to small. Regardless though, it fitted and he accentuated every curve and shape of her body due to the slinging fabric. The bra did smooth out the curvature at her breasts and she turned to Numen as she attached the belt buckle. "What do you think?" she asked softly as she placed her hands in front of lap and looked at Nomen.

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Donna had watched surreptitiously as the Trill doctor had stripped off and admired the woman’s spotted form. And she had continued to watch as Amelya squeezed herself into the jumpsuit that she had selected.

“Damn I do good work sometimes,” Donna/Max said to herself as she watched the woman work the material up and over her curves. In a way, Donna could already feel herself falling into the persona of Max. A woman that took what she wanted, when she wanted it and didn’t give a fuck what people thought of her. She wasn’t stupid in any regard, but she also didn’t care what people thought of her either. “Gonna have to get some of that later.”

Admonishing herself, while she still could, Donna turned around just in time to see Amelya attaching the belt buckle she had given her to the outfit. It truly was form fitting with Donna able to make out just the barest hints of the lines of her underwear. If she hadn’t been wearing a bra, Donna was sure that the Trill’s nipples would be on prominent display right about now.

“There’s a thought,” Max’s voice rang in her head. Shaking the thought away, Donna listened as Amelya asked her opinion.

“It looks good on you. I’m glad I got the sizing right,” Donna remarked as she reached for her gun belt. Belting it around her waist, Donna/Max looked at Amelya. “Wear the platform boots with the 5-inch heels. I’ve decided I like you being taller than me,” Donna/Max commanded as she grabbed a hair tie to restrain her hair into a simple, utilitarian ponytail.

“Any last questions Pardus?” Max asked, wondering how well the Trill would fall into her roll.

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"I'm glad you like it." she answered as she cast her eyes down to the floor and placed her hands in front of her lap. Knowing she had to adapt to the situation she did her best to be as submissive as possible. To assume the role of a slave girl, to do whatever was expected of her. She cleared her throat a little before she looked at Max as she commanded her to wear the five inch heels. She rummaged through the bag before finding them, sitting down once more in Max's bunk she removed her own shoes and began to hoist the boots up on her feet. The boots were knee high and once she had fitted them, Pardus seemed a bit unsteady on them, trying to find her balance as it was evidently that she wasn't used to wearing heels.

It was an odd feeling to be in these style of clothes with the boots she wore. It was something Amelya would never wear on her own. The clothing perhaps too provocative or seductive to fit in her nature. The young doctor had her share of romantic encounters during her youth, yet all of them were pretty if not all vanilla relationships. Nothing too experimental or anything of the sorts.

After a few minutes she did eventually adapt to the new shoes and walked over to Max as she came to a stop in front of her. As she addressed her as her alias, Pardus had no other choice but to assume the role, with a slight bow of the head she replied "No ma'am." She avoided eye contact with Gentry and her hands were folded into each other to steel her nerves somewhat.

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4 Days Later

"Standard orbit please,” Phrang said as they approached the planet designated for the Orion Syndicate Auction. “Let’s keep our distance from anyone else as much as we can,” Phrang directed before turning in his seat to look at Max. “Well, we’re here.”

“It’s about time,” Max noted gruffly. The last 4 days had grated on her nerves being stuck aboard with very little to entertain herself with. There had been the Trill, of course, but there was only so much she could do before she’d scare her off. The worst she had done was make Pardus stand naked in the middle of the room for 20 minutes while she stared at her. And like it or not, the mission would be both easier and safer with her along. “I swear this ship gets slower each and every time I travel aboard her.”

“Now, now, don’t besmirch the Falcon’s age,” Phrang chided with a smile. “She’s a lady in her prime. It might be a Klingon’s prime, but she is a Klingon, after all.”

“No comment,” Max retorted emotionlessly. “When can we beam down?”

“I’ve already sent a signal notifying them of your arrival,” Phrang detailed. “As soon as they transmit coordinates, you can be off.”

“Good,” Max said as she turned to leave the bridge. “I’ll be in my quarters,” she added before striding off the bridge. She said nothing on the short trip her quarters and upon entering found Pardus within working on making a garment or 3 from the roll of blank fabric that had been included. “You’ll have to finish that later Pardus. We’ve arrived.”

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They days passed by slowly, even for Amelya as there was little to do but slip into her role as Pardus. Nomen, or well Maxine Gentry had taken the liberty to put her through some of the things she expected of her. One of them included undressing and standing naked in the room as she simply watched her. Pardus had not resisted the request and simply complied as after fifteen minutes she did manage to shake off the shame and oddness of the situation.

Her body on perfect display as Max was getting a perfect view of her cleanly shaved private area as well as the effect of a colder room onto the Trill's body. Goosebumps forming after a while, as her nipples had turned harder. Pardus however remained still and stared in front of her as she had did her best to subdue any shivers or muscle twitches.

Today Pardus was working on a piece of clothing that would serve as a veil for herself in more official meetings. She wasn't sure when exactly the mission itself would begin, yet she had done her utmost best to take on her role as maiden/slave for Maxine. The doors slid open suddenly and Pardus stood up, placing her hands in her lap and bowing her head to Max as she spoke to her. The eyes of the Trill meeting hers as she nodded "Of course ma'am. Shall I collect our gear?" she asked.

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At Pardus’ response to her arrival, Max stepped up beside her slave and without warning, brought her down onto the Trill’s backside with enough force for an audible crack to echo around the cabin. This was the first time that she had physically disciplined Pardus but it was also the last time that she would be able to make a mistake. Besides, the slap was more shock than force. It was meant to be memorable, not damaging.

“Mistress,” Max said calmly, her voice barely above a whisper and yet almost like steel as she leaned in right next to Pardus’ left ear. “To you, I am Mistress, or Mistress Max. No more of this ma’am. I am no officer in some fleet and neither are you,” Max reminded her slave. “I am Maxine Gentry and you are Pardus, my slave,” she stated as she brought her right hand up to rest on Pardus’ butt. “I. Own. You,” she enunciated as she brought her left hand up to cup the Trill’s left breast. She let them rest there for a moment to show her point before giving both breast and butt a squeeze and pulling her hands away. “Pity you’re dressed.”

“Now that we have clarified that,” Max said, her entire tone lightening as she moved off behind Pardus. “Yes, you can gather your gear. And change. The jumpsuit with the full-length frontal zipper and the boots. And no bra. If I have to show your tits off, I don’t want to have to cut one off you,” Max commanded as she began to put her own things into her bag.

Inside her head, a voice tried to speak up, telling her she was being too hard on the Trill but she quashed it down. With what would probably happen over the next few days there was no time for sentiment or social niceties. They had a job to do.

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As Pardus simply stood there, she was unprepared and unaware of what was coming for her. The slap she received on her rear made her yelp, her cheeks shading red as she didn't reply just yet, hearing the words of Maxine Gentry against her ear as the area that had received the impact stung. Amelya would speak up to this, revolt even, yet she knew all too well that she had slipped up. She simply bowed her head as she felt her body tense up ever so slightly when the hands of the woman moved over her hind. The woman proved her point as Pardus' left breast was cupped and a soft whimper escaped from her lips. She swallowed hard as Max's hands just kept in position before they left yet not before giving the assets a squeeze.

What kind of trouble did I bring myself into?

The tone of her mistress changed and the Trill simply complied as she gathered her belongings and undressed before Max without any shame or reluctance. Slipping onto the jumpsuit as requested she followed up on the order to not wear any bra underneath the fabric. Hearing what might be done to her, the girl reminded herself to be natural about it. If she'd show any sign of shock or resistance... Their cover would be blown.

Once everything was packed, Pardus slid the shoulder bag over her left shoulder and she stood behind Gentry before she lead them to the transporter pads. The walk over made Pardus fully aware of how the fabric of the jumpsuit grazed against her exposed breasts. Each step she took made the whole thing worse as it caused for constant friction. By the time they got to the transporter room, the nipples of the Trill had taken a hardened form, visible to those around them as two little nubs poking through the fabric.

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Transporting down to the planet had been a simple enough once permission had been granted. They arrived in an empty chamber, though only empty for a moment as once the transport was complete, a door on the far side of the chamber opened a pair of guards, one Human and one Nausicaan, entered.

“Maxine Gentry,” the human said in greeting, completely ignoring Pardus. “Your arrival has been logged and quarters are being prepared for you. Please stand still while a security scan is carried out.”

“Of course,” Max responded. The scan was standard procedure, one she had circumvented many times. Once the Nausciaan had scanned her, he moved over to Pardus and began to check her. Max could practically see the drool falling from his mouth as he examined her. But she didn’t react until he began to reach forward with a hand. “Hands off my property Nausciaan or I’ll take that hand off you.”

“She’s a slave,” the Nausicaan pointed out. “Why do you care?”

“Because she is MY slave,” Max replied before turning to the human. “Are we done?”

“You’re both clear. Please board the carriage in the next chamber and it will take you to the other,” the Human said with a reproachful look at the Nausicaan.

“Thank you,” Max deadpanned. “Come,” she commanded Pardus as she walked through the doors, he boots hardly making a sound on the rocky ground. Beyond she found half a dozen armed guards of various species and an open and empty carriage. Ignoring the guards, Max boarded the carriage and once Pardus was also aboard and seated, the door shut and the vehicle began to move.

The trip didn’t take long, perhaps 5 minutes but she didn’t say a word the entire time; there was nothing to say. Instead, she admired the way Pardus’ jumpsuit clung to her body in all the right places and enjoyed the effect it was having on the Trill’s breasts. 

“Something to enjoy later, perhaps,” Max considered silently as the carriage slowed to a stop. Wordlessly, Max rose from her seat and disembarked with Pardus on her heels. They had barely taken a dozen steps before a voice familiar to Max rang out.

"Max, it’s been too long,” the feminine voice called, bringing Max up short as she turned to face the Klingon female to which it belonged.

“Indeed it has Omari,” Max agreed. “At least a year.”

“More like one and a half but who’s counting,” Omari countered.

“As you say,” Max noted before looking to the Romulan male that walked beside Omari. “And you are?”

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The slight feeling of nervosity and perhaps some misplaced excitement for the mission rushed through Pardus before the door on the other side of the empty room opened. She cast her eyes down to the floor as pleasantries were exchanged and once they were told to prepare for a security scan, Pardus her eyes met the two guards. The Nausicaan scanned her, his eyes sticking to all the right places and when he reached out to her, Pardus almost jumped when Max lashed out verbally at the man.

Grateful for the intervention, she knew it would only be a matter of time before something physical would happen to her. She could only steel her mind and resolve for when that moment would happen. Once cleared, the slave followed Max to the carriage. The rocky ground proved to be a slight challenge on the footwear she was wearing, yet she managed to stay on her feet as they boarded. Pardus did subtly look around, a bit in awe at the amount of armed guards. Taking her place in front of Gentry, she placed her hands on her lap and avoided eye contact with her mistress.

The uneventful trip went by and when they disembarked Maxine was called out by a Klingon female. The Trill looked at her for a short moment before looking at the Romulan, who was already checking her out before he was addressed by Max.
"Sojith Kagala." the Romulan answered "A pleasure to meet the infamous Maxine Gentry. Might I add that your slave is quite the specimen. A rarity to see them this... Clean." he added before he let out a soft chuckle "Planning to fetch a good price for her?"

Pardus kept her eyes down as she stood close by Gentry. Knowing all too well what they were on about she seemed to show no point of shame or any other emotion for that matter.

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“She’s not for sale,” Max replied gruffly, staring at the Romulan. “And I’ve never heard of you.”

“Easy Max,” Omari urged calmly, trying to keep the peace. “Sojith is here to buy slaves for the Romulans. It seems a lot of their Reman labour force is being used to fight the Dominion.”

“I’ve heard the Remans are better fighters than miners anyway,” Max observed. “Though as Omari said, it does leave you with a bit of a labour problem.”

“Hence my presence here,” Sojith remarked, smiling disarmingly. “I meant no offense before. It is just unusual for a slave to be so clean and unmarked,” the Romulan noted; something to which Max could agree. “Although, given my information listed you as simply an arms dealer, perhaps I was misinformed.”

“I remember when you once said that owning and dealing in slaves was too complicated. That weapons were simpler. What changed?" Omari asked.

“The Dominion,” Max responded. “When the Cardassians allied themselves with them, the Dominion rooted out and destroyed the Maquis. Some of those cells were among my best customers. I’ve been forced to branch out.”

“That doesn’t explain where you got her from,” Omari pointed out. 

“She came from someone who owed me money,” Max answered the unspoken question. “Their life and her cleared their debt to me. I’ve found her to be curiously entertaining so far.”

“She is quite the specimen,” Omari agreed as her eyes wandered over Pardus from head to toe. “I see you a treating her exactly as you have treated your other inventory in the past. Is she able to be rented?”

“Did I ever rent out weapons Omari?” Max asked idly. “No, I didn’t. Because a used weapon loses value. And I have already said that Pardus is not for sale. So, all you get to do is look,” Max stated, reaching a hand up to grasp the zipper on the front of her slave’s outfit. “Now if you’d like a closer look, that can be arranged.”

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Sojith's eyes never left the slave yet a small smile covered his lips when Max suggested that she wasn't for sale, yet that looking could always be arranged "Why stall? This specimen looks young, I'm curious what the lovely Trill has to offer." he said as he placed his hands on his hips, eyes shifting to look at Max. He never minded to be witness of some meaty spectacle when he could "What do you use her for exactly though?" he asked "A body to keep you warm at night or just something to keep you busy when times are dull?"

Pardus had listened to the conversation paying attention to the details they exchanged and her eyes remained cast to the ground as she remained still. Suddenly though she felt the hand of Max on the zipper on the front piece of the jumpsuit. She bit on her tongue to answer or object. This was real, there was no time to screw up. She simply held her breath as she looked up to the Klingon and Romulan. Whatever would happen, she would not be tempted to object, or react in any matter that would be considered rebellious.

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“Who said anything about stall?” Max asked, moving her eyes to stare at the Romulan. “If I say something isn’t for sale, then it is not for sale. If you don’t believe me, ask Omari.”

“It’s true,” Omari confirmed unheeded. “I once offered her a K’Vort-class for some Trilithium she had. She turned me down.”

“Why would an arms dealer have Trilithium?” Sojith wondered. “And what did you do with it.”

“I sold it. What did you think I was going to do with it. To whom is my business,” Max declared, her voice hardening as she spoke, “And as for what use Pardus is, yes, she keeps my bed warm at night as well as ensuring I’m never bored. She is quite good at it as well. Nice tongue and great tits.”

“Really,” Omari considered, reaching into her pocket. “5 slips of Latinum to see them right now."

“Sold,” Max accepted before pulling the zipper of Pardus’ jumpsuit down until it rested just above the hem of her underwear. The outline of the Trill’s breasts was enticing even to Max as she stood there. “Should have charged more,” she considered silently before stepping behind Pardus. 

Reaching around her slave, Max grasped the edges of the jumpsuit between her breasts and pulled them apart until her breasts spilled out for all to see. For good measure, she released the clothing and cupped each breast with a hand before caressing the erect nipple with her thumb.

“My Latinum?” Max requested as she returned to her original position.

“You were right, her tits are great,” Omari commented as she handed over the agreed price.

“A nice tongue you say,” Sojith reiterated. “I would like to see that.”

“How much Latinum you got?” Max deadpanned.

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Sojith sighed and rolled his eyes as Max turned down the continuous attempt to get the slave. Listening to Omari he shrugged and nodded silently before continuing to speak. He was answered with a harder tone to Max her voice about the Trilithium. He had to smirk as he complimented the slave's fine breasts and tongue skills as he crossed his arms.

Pardus felt her body tense as the topic was clearly going on about her. She looked up at the Klingon and the Romulan as they were discussing a price to see her assets. Hearing what Max told about her, she tried to get in just that mindset. A slave for carnal pleasure and decor. It was hard to degrade herself like that yet she had to... If she wanted to live... Omari offered 5 slips of Latinum and Pardus could already guess what was coming next.

The sound of the zipper being lowered was as if it was the loudest thing in the world. The atmosphere of their surroundings quickly catching onto the skin of the Trill as she felt her breasts drop down from the fabric of the jumpsuit that somewhat supported them. Her nipples hard and on display as she felt her cheeks color up to a rosy shine. She wondered how far the woman would take the zipper down, feeling her stop well below her navel she squirmed lightly when Max came behind her and reached forth to cup her breasts. Her thumbs soon enough found the way to her hardened peaks and the Trill gasped softly as she closed her eyes.

The Romulan clearly enjoyed the treat he was given and he licked his lips hungrily as he commented about the interest in her tongue. Pardus wondered what she'd have to do for that price, hoping she'd not have to do anything sexual to the Romulan. If it were to Max she'd be more at ease to do so, knowing her true identity and not finding her to be the most unattractive woman she'd seen in her life. She didn't however had experimented with women before, so she'd be her first.

"Ten Latinums to show me what she can do with that tongue." Sojith suggested now.

Pardus simply stood by, her hands slowly reaching behind her to take hold of Max her hips, not forcibly, yet more feeling her up and getting a sense of the fabric of her pants. To an outsider it wouldn't look like an objection, more like the slave falling into the routine she probably had throughout her life.

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“What do I look like? A hooker?” Max exclaimed in disgust at the Romulans offer of a mere 10 slips of Latinum. “You want something cheap and nasty, then don’t waste my time.”

“You would put such a price on a slave’s talents in bed?” Sojith asked.

“You seem to be forgetting something Sojith, so I’ll be nice and enlighten you,” Max said, enjoying the feel of Pardus pressed up against her and almost considering acquiescing to the Romulan just so that she could enjoy Pardus. She had certainly heard the gasp from the Trill when she had run her thumbs over Pardus’ engorged nipples. But they had roles to play. “You want to see what Pardus’ tongue can do, but I don’t rent out my inventory,” Max noted, specifically using the word inventory. “So, if you want a demonstration, then she is demonstrating on me. And getting my pants off is going to cost you a whole lot more than 10 slips of Latinum.”

“Trust me, it’s worth it,” Omari interjected with a smile at Max; the Klingon’s mind drifting back to prior encounters with the Human for a moment. “You get Max’s pants off and you better hold on for the ride.”

“You would cavort with a slave?” Sojith wondered, the surprise evident in his voice.

“It’s not like she is a Reman,” Max quipped, unable to resist herself. “If there is one thing I have learnt over the years, even when I didn’t own a slave; you treat them right and they’ll do the same. Because there are worse masters out there,” Max pointed out, reaching up again to grasp and caress one of Pardus’ breasts again. “And trust me, Pardus likes serving me. Don’t you girl?”

“Now’s the test. If what she says doesn’t convince them, then we’re fucked,” Max thought to herself. “I’d hoped to avoid this but I wasn’t expecting a bloody welcoming committee.”

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Pardus remained silent as always as Max did the talking, scolding the Romulan for thinking of her like a cheap treat. It almost made Pardus smile, though she remembered her position and did her utmost best to put on the most sincere smoldering look on her face as she truly had to admit that she did enjoy the attention she was getting from Max. Normally this would offend her in any other situation, yet perhaps it was the thrill of being undercover or just the danger of the situation that awoke something inside the former doctor.

Most of the conversation between Max and her associates had gone over her head. She did hear about there being worse masters out there. Perhaps the most important thing to hear was that Max pointed out that she enjoyed serving her. The Trill slave drifted her eyes over the Romulan and the Klingon before she nodded slowly as she tried to meet Max's gaze.

"I live to serve you my mistress... And I love to serve..." she answered with a soft, almost innocent tone, yet the content of the entire thing surely was clear. To put more strength into the message the Trill arched her back, pushing her chest forward for those to see and giving max a very hand full of soft flesh. Pardus her hands slowly slipping to cup Max her rear as the slave closed her eyes to let a soft moan escape from her lips as Max caressed her full breast.

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“Oh, that was perfect Pardus,” Max thought to herself as she enjoyed the simultaneous feeling of the Trill’s hand on her arse while her breast was pushed firmly into Max’s hand. “At this rate, even I might not be able to hold myself back from taking you here and now.”

“See, what did I tell you about my pet,” Max said as she brought her empty hand around Pardus’ waist and began to run it down the toned stomach of the Trill. When it reached the zipper, and the waistband under it, Max carefully began to inch her fingers under both, slowly reaching for the Trill’s pleasure nexus. “She loves me and what I make her feel.”

“Ah Max,” Omari muttered with a smile. “Still as wicked as ever.”

“This is…” Sojith spluttered before a new voice from behind him interrupted.

“Maxine Gentry,” the man’s voice called.

“That’s me,” Max responded as she paused in her movements. “And things were just getting interesting too,” She thought.

“Would you come this way please,” the man requested politely. “Your accommodation has been readied.”

“It’s about time,” Max growled as she withdrew both hands from Pardus’ body and straightened up. “Weren’t you meant to meet us here?”

“My apologies for the delay,” the man replied. “We were not prepared for you bringing a companion. We had to make alternate arrangements.”

“Whatever. Omari, always a pleasure,” Max offered, looking at the Klingon.

“We can share a drink later,” Omari proposed. “It seems much has happened since we last spoke.”

“I look forward to it,” Max noted before looking at the Romulan. “Sojith.”

“We will see each other again, Maxine Gentry,” Sojith declared.

“It’s a small auction,” Max retorted evenly. “Pardus, be a good girl and zip yourself up before following. We wouldn’t want to distract anyone on our way.”

Farewells and orders delivered, Max followed after the man as he led them to where they would be staying.

“I hope the bed is comfy enough. I think I may be spending a lot of time in it very soon.”

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The trill reacted to the seeking hand that traveled south down on her flat stomach, her body trying to arch even further before she pressed herself even more against Max as a soft gasp filled the air as the hand of Gentry came closer and closer to the points of pleasure of the Trill "Oh mistress..." she cooed softly enough so it wouldn't interrupt the conversation between Max and her partners.

As sudden as the pleasure had started as soon did it end when a man called out Max's name. The hands of the woman left the body of Pardus and left her quivering for more. She suppressed a sigh and when given the order to cover herself up again she simply gave a nod and pushed the zipper back up as she hid her breasts underneath them and followed Maxine through the narrow corridors.

The grey walls gave of an cold eerie vibe as they were guided further to their quarters. On the way there they met several other corridors branching away from what seemed to be the main corridor. Some of the corridors were filled with steam or were dimly lit. After a good ten minutes they finally arrived at their door and the man opened it up. "You have time to settle in and accommodate yourself or freshen up. You are expected at the mutual dining room at 1900 hrs."

Pardus had still felt the sting of arousal course through her because of the stressful, yet exciting situation they had found themselves in. The walk was calming her down though, despite the hardened peaks being stimulated by the jumpsuit at each step she took. The man accompanying them had glanced over her several times as expected yet he had made no further point of it. Once at the room Pardus simply avoided eye contact with the man. She abidingly followed Maxine in the room and closed the door behind her.

The room itself was larger then a single person room. Maxine having a rather big bed for herself as Pardus was allowed a fold up bed at the far end of the room. Some wall decorations under the form of Orion syndicate banners and holopaintings were provided to make the room more cozier. Besides the bed a medium sized table with four chairs and a replicator were present along with a couch. One more sliding door led to the bathroom which had a sink and a shower while a hole in the wall lead out to the terrace. It wasn't seal able, only a thin curtain severed the room from the terrace.

Pardus wasn't sure where to move to next as she let Maxine survey the room first. Eventually Pardus walked over to the couch as she looked over at her mistress "Is there anything you'd like me to do right now mistress?" she asked, her voice low, submissive, yet a tinge of coyness present in it as she slid the zipper open just a little to lessen the strain of the jumpsuit on her breasts.

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She had followed the man through the maze of tunnels that constituted the base until they had arrived at the rooms reserved for them. She had not once looked back to see if Pardus was following but the distinctive sound of the Trill’s boots on the ground assured her that her slave was keeping pace.

"You have time to settle in and accommodate yourself or freshen up. You are expected at the mutual dining room at 1900 hrs,” the man had stated after opening the door for them. With a simple nod, Max dismissed the man and he turned and left them as she stepped through the door.

After hearing the door shut, Max glanced around to ensure it was just her and Pardus in the room before producing a scanner from her bag and began checking the room for listening devices. It was considered impolite to bug the rooms of guests but that didn’t stop anyone from actually doing it. Once she was satisfied that their accommodation was clean, she walked back into the main room and sat down on the bed. Pardus hadn’t moved much during her search but after sitting, the Trill walked over to the couch, her boots once again making a very enticing tone as she moved before turning to face her.

“Is there anything you’d like me to do right now, Mistress?” she asked and Max would have sworn that the Trill’s voice was an invitation. As it was her voice was low, sultry and submissive but also contained a hint of innocence or coyness. Yet even as she spoke, Pardus lowered the zipper of her jumpsuit once again, teasing the swell of her breasts whose nipples even now were threatening to poke holes through the very fabric that contained them.

“If that wasn’t an invitation to be naughty, then I’ve never heard one in my life,” Max thought to herself. She could even feel herself getting aroused at the idea of enjoying some time with the Trill.

“Yes, I think there is,” Max said, standing up after a moment's consideration. “I could use a massage to help me relax. Strip and then help me out of my clothes,” Max commanded with an impish smirk.

“Oh, I am a bad girl.”

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Pardus watched Max scan the room for any bugs and abided her time silently as she did so. Better safe then sorry as this room might function as a safe haven perhaps. When she was pleased with the end result, Gentry walked over to the bed and sat down on it herself. The request Pardus offered was met with a positive answer from the human as she stated her command. Pardus cocked an eyebrow as she tilted her head slightly. 'Was she really still keeping up her role for Gentry even though they were alone?'

The slave stood up and walked over to Gentry, the sound of her boots clacking on the floor as she stopped in front of her and she looked into Max's eyes "Do we have to keep up our acts in private?" she asked ever so softly so none might hear what she voiced, even for Max it would be an effort to hear what she had asked.

Regardless though Pardus started with what Max had asked, be it in a different way. She began by pushing Gentry's vest off her shoulders and easing it off her arms before throwing it in bed. The entire ordeal with The Romulan and the Klingon had served as a catalyst to feelings Pardus or even Amelya had never felt. The sheer rush of stress and adrenaline coursing through her, fueled by the touches that were most intimate had made the young Trill horny at that time. A state of arousal that she had never felt before and one that still lingered lightly even now. Max was a good looking woman and seeing her naked was something Pardus wouldn't object to.

With the vest removed Pardus continued with the shirt of the woman, pulling it off over her head before she began to unbuckle her belt and looked her in the eyes.

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Max wasn’t sure if it was the questioning about their roles in private or Pardus looking her directly in the eyes while disobeying Max’s orders but either way, it set off something inside Max could not be ignored. It was primal, raw and strong. It was the need to be obeyed.

As Pardus removed her gunbelt and set it aside, Max seized the moment and pushed Pardus back against the wall of the room they were in, being not entirely gentle about it. When the Trill’s back hit the wall, Max pushed herself up against her slave, pressing their two bodies tightly together until her bra-clad breasts were compressed against Pardus. And instead of waning in the face of what she was doing, Max’s arousal was increasing. And if the state of Pardus’ own breasts told a tale; the Trill’s arousal was also evident.

“I’ve told you this before but it seems that I will both have to repeat myself and deliver an abject lesson to reinforce it,” Max growled softly, locking her eyes on Pardus’. “I am Maxine Gentry and you are Pardus, my slave,” she reiterated as she brought her hand up to grasp the zipper that Pardus had previously lowered. “I. Own. You,” she declared as she opened the zipper its entire length. 

With that done, Max brought her hand back up, reached into the clothing, pinched a nipple and pulled on it until the breast came clear of the remaining fabric. She repeated the motion with the other breast, completely ignoring any possible pain or discomfort she had caused. Pardus HAD to learn.

Considering for a moment what to do, Max, pulled Pardus across the room and pushed the Trill onto the bed, face up. As she flailed about on the mattress, Max, quickly shucked her boots, and then her pants and briefs in a single motion. Now naked except for her bra, Max straddled the waist of the Trill, Pardus’s breasts resting against her bare thighs.

“Now, I hope I won’t have to ask this again,” Max said as she reached down and held onto Pardus’ jaw tightly. “Who am I and who are you?”

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The reaction Max showed was certainly unexpected and it clearly shocked the Trill as she was ushered back against the wall in the room. With a bit of a thud she ended up against the wall and she let out a painful "Oof." There was confusion as well as a tinge of fear in the look of her eyes. The growling of Gentry didn't really set Pardus at ease as she knew she had screwed up to some degree at this point.

Max's hands moved up to the Trill's zipper and pulled the thing down all the way till the end. She swallowed hard and nodded quickly "I-I-I'm s-sor-ry..." she said with a soft broken voice, though the whimpering soon stopped as Max reached into the jumpsuit and felt up on the well formed breasts of the Trill. She gasped and formed her hands into fists before flexing them entirely as Gentry pinched her sensitive nipples and tugged on them to pull Pardus' breasts effectively out of the jumpsuit. To say it was painful would not cut it as it stung. Badly!

The sensitive nipples of the woman caused for the pain to reach all the way to the insides of the Trill. It was as if her lungs were in pain along with the muscles of her entire torso and perhaps even shoulders. Once both her breasts were out, Pardus sobbed before she was dragged back through the room and thrown into the bed. She bounced on top of it and looked at Max as she removed the rest of her clothing, Unveiling herself entirely besides the bra she wore, Pardus knew she was serious, this entire OP was serious. She  had to be reminded of it and if anything Max was perhaps saving her life by doing so?

There wasn't much time to think or act to it as Gentry mounted the Trill on her bed and straddled her, the warmth of her bare thighs pressed up against her breasts and the heat of her core against her diaphragm. Pardus looked straight into Max her eyes as she held her jaw in a tight grip as she demanded to know who she was and who Max was.

"Y-Your name.. Is Mistress... Mistress Gentry..." she said with a trembling voice "M-My name is Pardus... Your slave and property..." she continued before swallowing "I-I won't forget mistress... L-Let me please you... Let me... Make amends.." she almost begged as she avoided direct eye contact, her eyes instead moving over the perfect shaped body of the human.

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“Oh, you are going to be doing more than that my girl,” Max thought to herself as she looked down at Pardus. The Trill was refusing to meet her gaze, something that both excited and annoyed Max at the same time.

“Look at me,” Max commanded firmly, waiting until Pardus followed her order before continuing. “I don’t care what your life was before this one. All that matters is the life you now have with me. As long as you understand, believe and accept that, I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ve killed before to protect what is mine and I don’t doubt I will do so again.”

“But I also know that words are cheap without the actions to back them up,” Max noted, bringing her hands up behind her back. “You asked to please me, to make amends,” Max recited, unclasping her bra and shrugging it off. As her breasts fell free from the garment and settled, Max tossed the bra aside. “And that is exactly what you are going to do.”

Ignoring any response from Pardus, acceptance or complaint, Max shuffled her way up the bed some more until her thighs straddled the Trill’s head and her moistened pleasure centre hovered above her slave’s jaw.

“I told them that you had great tits and a nice tongue. And while we both know that your tits are great, I don’t know just how good your tongue really is,” Max pointed out as she looked down into the Trill’s eyes. “So, lets both find out. I’m sure you know what I mean.”

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Gentry demanded Pardus to look at her and the Trill did just exactly that as she turned her gaze to the eyes of her mistress. She heard the talk and reminder of how her current situation was. Pardus could only nod silently and maintain eye contact as she watched Max sit up straight and remove the bra that still covered her. It did give her some solace to know that Max would protect her at all costs and for that Pardus was grateful.

Yet Gentry wasn't done, actions spoke louder then words indeed. Or so the saying said and now it seemed like it would be the time for Pardus to prove just that. Max shifted herself over her breasts over to the Trill's face as she could smell the aroused state of Max's womanhood just inches away from her lips. It caused a fierce blush to cover the Trill's cheeks as she knew what Max was suggesting from her. Never really thought she'd have to comply to any sexual actions like this in private. She knew better then to resist though, the punishment for disobeying Max quite clear by now.

She seemingly ignored the rest of Max's words about how well formed her breasts were and she simply gave a nod to her mistress as she placed her hands on Maxs thighs to pull her just a bit closer. Gentry would feel the soft exhales of the Trill against her moistened core and with a soft, delightful "Yes Mistress..." the Trill leaned up as her lips kissed the warm nether lips of her mistress.

She planted a few kisses against Max's core, feeling the softness of her sex as Pardus herself couldn't help but feel her own arousal grow despite the harshness of the prior situation she had found herself in. She looked up at Max to see how she enjoyed it before her slick warm tongue darted out between her lips and ran through the heated core as she got her first real taste of Maxine Gentry. She would never admit it out loud when out of her role, yet she tasted great...

Pardus ran her tongue slowly through the folds of the woman straddling her face nearly before she more eagerly began to eat her out. The tongue being pushed deeper into Max at every turn before the Trills lips connected to her core and slight suction was applied as the tongue of the Trill ventured deeper to explore. A soft elicit moan of the Trill caused for a vibrating effect inside of Max as her tongue swiveled around her velvet core. 

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Max had to admit, Pardus did indeed have a nice tongue. And she truly knew how to use it. Max made the Trill give her three wonderful orgasms before climbing off her and lying beside her. As she had drifted off, she had told Pardus to enjoy herself and to stay out of trouble.

Now, Max was waking from her slumber to find her Trill slave naked in the bed beside her and the room smelling heavily of female arousal. Whether it was Max’s alone or a combination made no difference to the human as she gazed at the trail of spots that ran down the full length of Pardus’ svelte form.

“Max, you don’t have time to be entertaining yourself,” she told herself silently after a glance at the wall-mounted clock. “You have just over an hour before dinner and you both need to be clean and well presented.”

“Up, Pardus,” Max called out while simultaneously spanking the Trill on her bare backside. “We need to wash and dress for the welcoming dinner. And I expect you to make a good showing of yourself. Both in your appearance and in your actions,” Max stated as she climbed off the bed and, heedless of her nudity, padded across the room towards the shower.

“I honestly cannot remember the last time I had company to wash me,” Max thought as she started the water running.

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After Max had reached her climax more then once Pardus got the chance to breathe in deeply once more as Max moved off her. She was panting and she could still taste the woman's juices quite abundantly on her taste buds as her lips, cheeks, chin and jawline were covered in the female's arousal. She was given permission to enjoy herself though to stay out of trouble, though the Trill quickly found herself dozing off into sleep next to her mistress with the burning yearning inside of her slave loins still.

The sudden call out to her name made the eyes of the Trill open up, not much later the slap on her backside woke her up fully as she whimpered lightly "Y-Yes mistress." she answered Max as she got up and removed her boots finally after she hadn't even found the time to take them off after her punishment and disciplinary action for Gentry. Once fully nude she made her way to the bathroom as she could hear the water running. There was no time to keep her mistress waiting of course and she quickly stepped in behind Max. The female form of Max quite a delight to spectate while Pardus her own arousal grew back in just a few seconds.

She took the soap and shampoo and started with washing Max her hair delicately, the swell of Pardus her breasts pressed against her back before the Trill began to soap her in entirely. She made sure not to miss a spot and used her body to soap in Max her back. She didn't waste too much time with it as they had to be ready soon enough. Her hands and fingers did tease Gentry's breasts and slick folds before Pardus washed herself up quickly and silently.

Eventually she offered to dry Max before drying herself. After that she collected a simple dress out of her luggage and decided to wear it without anything else underneath it. Maxine had been specific about the attire. She had to look good and rather had to sell herself she imagined as she had to be open for whatever Max desired of her that night.

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"This is the life,” Max thought to herself as Pardus began to wash her hair. That she was as naked as she was evident very quickly as she felt the stiff tips of Pardus’ breasts press into the wet skin of her back. After completing her hair, Pardus moved onto the rest of Max’s body, using her own wet form to work the soap into Max’s equally wet skin. She almost said something when Pardus willingly began to tease her breasts and still damp velvet core. 

But the motion was short lived as Pardus finished washing Max and quickly washed herself. Once they were both clean, Max accepted Pardus’ offer to dry the both of them and the Arms Dealer luxuriated in the feel of being totally at ease; if only for the moment. But once again, reality intruded and Pardus left to begin to dress. Growling at the lack of time available to continue, Max worked her hair into a neat braid and exited the bathroom.

“Oh, that will never do,” Max exclaimed as she saw the simple dress that Pardus had chosen. “Remember, we have to put on a good showing. Your collar and that dress simply do not go together,” Max said as she moved across the room to look through the bags of clothing for her slave.

“Here, put these on,” Max commanded as she pulled out a halter-neck leather top with a zipper that ran down between the breasts. The top ended high enough that her entire stomach would be on show. To go with it, a wrap-around belted skirt that was floor length but with the join over her right leg. If she moved just right, you’d see everything she had to offer. To finish the ensemble, 7-inch strappy heels with a 3-inch platform. And it was all in black.

For herself, Max chose a similar design skirt but paired it 5-inch platform boots instead. For a top, a strapless bustier would accentuate her breasts to the fullest especially when paired with a Jade pendant that hung right at the start of her cleavage.

“And of course, no underwear for either of us,” Max noted silently. “Oh, what fun will be had tonight. I can hardly wait.”

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Pardus looked up when Max informed her that the simple dress would simply not suffice for the evening meal. The Trill simply turned her full naked body towards Max with some questionable look on her face for what she would have to wear in her opinion and when presented with the clothes she simply gave a nod and began to fit herself with the clothing. She was aware that she wouldn't be wearing any sort of underwear underneath her clothing a Max her request and it was both exhilarating as worrying for the slave. Yet she didn't show it out of fear for any disciplinary action.

She had to get used to the heels at first yet got the hang of it eventually before she presented herself to Max. The hair of the Trill was still wet, giving a rather messy yet seductive look to her and droplets of water ran off the leather top and over the toned stomach of the Trill. "Any make up Mistress?" she requested.

Max herself wore quite an alluring outfit herself and it didn't help one bit to the soaring arousal within Pardus. She awaited her command and actions before following her out of the room. They walked through the corridors once more and made their way over to the dining facilities. On their way there they were met by a few other guests, all kinds of races and sizes walking in front and behind them. The female duo surely got eyed at and when Maxine was guided to her seat at the table, Pardus was designated to stand against the wall behind Max her chair. A couple of other slaves were present with their masters and they all sort of looked at each other, eyeing one another while remaining obediently still behind their respective masters.

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Max’s earlier fulfilment at the end of her Trill’s tongue was falling to the wayside as they left their room. The bustier she was wearing was massaging her breasts with every step she took and the cool air was causing her core to moisten once again. And then there was Pardus beside her. Just thinking about the Trill brought up a series of images and ideas that she couldn’t wait to apply if the situation allowed it.

Their walk was uneventful, as they met several other buyers and sellers for the auction; most had at least one slave in attendance Max noted. She didn’t recognise any of them but that wasn’t a surprise. The few auctions she had participated in previously, Max had kept to herself and not left the stall where she had advertised her wares. This time, she was a buyer instead of a seller.

Entering the dining hall, Max noted the semicircular arrangement of chairs and tables around a stage, along with several tables beside it that were draped in cloth to hide their contents.

“Hmm, if I remember correctly, the welcoming meal is accompanied by a floorshow and then we are all invited to join in for desert,” Max said to herself as she headed to an empty spot. “I’ve usually left before desert but I think I’ll stay tonight. The question is though, is it pleasure or pain on the menu,” she wondered as she sat down. She had felt multiple pairs of eyes on both her and Pardus as they entered but shrugged it off. There was nothing she could do anyway as she pointed at a spot behind her for Pardus to stand.

“Max, you are looking positively ravishing,” Omari declared as she appeared. “And Pardus, she looks good enough to eat.”

“Don’t be getting any ideas, Omari,” Max cautioned her ‘friend’. “You know I don’t play well with others.”

“That never stopped us before,” Omari pointed out as she sat in the emtpy seat to Max’s right. “Are you waiting for an invitation?” she growled at the female human that accompanied her before the girl disappeared under the table. The look that passed across Omari’s face next told her exactly what the girl was doing.

“Aren’t you starting a little early?” Max wondered, glancing back at Pardus for an instant.

“A little pre-meal pleasure never hurts Max,” Omari intoned between soft moans. “Besides, I’m hoping for more for dessert.”

“Good evening Omari, Max,” came Sojith’s voice, causing the two of them to turn and look at the Romulan.

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As Pardus took her place behind Max she saw how Omari treated her slave, looking at the human girl as she submissively disappeared under the table. From where she stood she could see Omari spread her legs before the human's head dipped in and the soft moans Omari emitted gave it a clear enough picture of what the slave was doing. It reminded her of the 'fun' Max had with her in the room. The taste and smell of Gentry's sex still quite present on her taste buds and in her nose as she looked down at the floor when Max looked at her.

Pardus wasn't sure what she had felt when she was forced to please Maxine. It was perhaps a form of arousal, not the kind she was used to, but certainly a powerful emotion that made her feel somewhat ashamed yet all the more longing for it. Sojith's arrival made Pardus look up once more as the man took his place besides Max her other side. He glanced under the table and smirked as he looked at Omari "Mind sending her over when you're done with her? Or do I need to pay you as well?"

A loud bell announced that all the guests had arrived and that the meals would commence shortly. Pardus wondered if she'd be allowed to eat as well or if she had to help with the serving of the meals. She looked around at the other slaves as none of them really moved from behind their masters. The host of the auction stepped into the middle of the room and clapped his hands with an enigmatic and crimson smile "I welcome all of you to this auction. Please fill your stomach's with whatever you wish to eat and enjoy the entertainment!" he announced before he bowed and returned to the head table of the banquet.

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“If I know Omari, Sojith,” Max said to the Romulan after dinner had been announced. “You’ll have to cough up some latinum to her as well. Especially since you offered some,” she continued with a smile. “But It will be less than what I’d charge you.”

“Oh, I have plenty Miss Gentry,” Sojith replied calmly. “And I get what I want.”

“Perhaps you will,” Max affirmed as several slaves began to enter the hall bearing empty plates and trays of food. Each seated individual was presented a plate before the trays were brought around for them to select food from.

“We must serve ourselves?” Sojith asked with a hint of disdain as Omari’s moans began to increase in both temp and volume.

“Would you want a slave touching your food?” Max remarked as Omari reached her peak. Smiling at her companion’s enjoyment, Max noticed a bench being moved to the centre of the stage.

“Certainly not,” Sojith declared as the first tray reach him. Max couldn’t stop the chuckle at the Romulan’s brief hesitation before reaching out to gather some of the meat from the tray. “But what about the lack of cutlery? It is uncivilised.”

“Knives and forks are weapons, Sojith,” Max pointed out as she also pulled some of the meat from the tray. She wasn’t sure where it was from but it had the look and feel of beef.

“But we are all armed, aren’t we?” Sojith wondered.

“Of course we are,” Omari stated, having recovered. Her slave was now standing behind her once again. “But it is about the appearance of things. The Syndicate is not arming anyone at the dining table. We are all supposed to be friends here. Oh look, the first act.” 

Max glanced at the stage and noted that a Bajoran female and a Cardassian male were now up there. The Bajoran was naked while the Cardassian had on a loin cloth. Max watched as the Bajoran was bent over the table and strapped down before the Cardassian produced a whip and began to lash the buttocks of his target.

“So, at least the first act is pain,” Max noted silently, looking around at the others. Most were feeding themselves but occasionally one would tear off a morsel and hold it up for a slave to eat it from their hand. Glancing over her shoulder at Pardus, Max tore off a piece of the meat and held it up; hoping the Trill would catch on before the next tray of food reached her.

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The eyes of the Trill took in as much as she could while Max had pleasant small talk with the two crime lords which they had met at their arrival. She remained silent as she knew it was not her turn to speak and for the time being Pardus was content with just having a good view over everyone and everything. Her eyes dwelled upon the slave pleasuring Omari as the woman's moans became more loud and closer to each other.

When Omari finally reached her peak she had discarded her slave as an item, the woman returned to take her place behind her mistress. The Trill looked at her as she was catching her breath, lips licking up the last of the juices that covered her face after delivering the hard earned pleasure Omari had sought. Pardus wasn't sure if she could communicate with the girl and chose not to do so as her eyes caught on to the slaves with the abundantly filled plates of food. The stomach of the Trill growled softly at the sight of food and she grimaced slightly as she wondered how this would all work out.

The center stage started to produce the entertainment of the pre course meal. Pardus' eyes followed the nude Bajoran as she bend over the table and received the lashing from the Cardassian male. Each slash and inflicted hit made Pardus flinch and almost jump a little as the cries of the woman filled the room while the entertainment was well met by laughter and amusement by the crowd. It nauseated her yet from the corner of her eyes she noticed Max raise her hand. Her head turning to see a piece of meat being raised and she was unsure what to do. She glanced around quickly as she made her way over to Max. She noticed some slaves being fed in a similar fashion and got on to the hint.

Pardus however remembered Gentry's words as she did not want to disobey her mistress once more or suffer a penalty. She had to put on a good showing, not just in attire, but she assumed also in actions. The Trill stopped behind Max and leaned in as she enveloped her lips over Max her fingers, sucking up the flesh before she took it gently with her teeth. She finished up by cleaning max's fingers with her tongue before sucking them clean and bowing in gratitude before she stepped back to her place while she chewed on the food provided to her by her mistress.

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Pardus was perfect. And that was not something that Max would willingly admit to anyone if asked. The Trill said absolutely nothing. Not when she had to eat from Max’s hand, which was actually quite arousing if Max was honest, nor when Sojith tried to up his previous offer to 50 slips to see Pardus in action. She was even silent, somehow, when a Caitian female replaced the Bajoran one and was immediately set upon by three Nausicaans. Even Phrang wouldn’t have been able to stay silent for that one. Max hated Nausicaans and thankfully that act hadn’t lasted long. Now it was a pair of attractive females, one Andorian and one Cardassian, with the Andorian gyrating herself atop a Reman. Something much more palatable to watch given the moans that the Andorian was releasing.

“I never asked you before Max, but are you buying or selling?” Omari asked as she cleaned her hands. Dinner had finished being served and slaves were in the process of clearing the plates and cleaning the tables.

“Buying,” Max answered, tearing her eyes away from the Andorian. She’d never been with one of them before, male or female. “Weapons aren’t cutting it at the moment so it’s time to try something else.”

“Good, you should come and find me tomorrow,” Omari said, her voice steady. “I have some fresh stock with me that I think you might like. Docile bunch but unbroken.”

“Would you consent to Pardus looking them over?” Max queried, glancing back at the Trill. “She has medical training. Not that I don’t trust you, Omari.”

“If you had accepted them at face value Max, it would have disappointed me,” Omari admitted. “You are both welcome to inspect them.”

“I thought you were going to sell them to me, Omari?” Sojith objected.

“We never struck a bargain, Sojith,” Omari pointed out. “But you’re welcome to come and see them when Max does. Say, 10?”

“Works for me,” Max said once Sojith nodded. Further conversation was halted by the arrival of a line of slaves, both male and female, that stood at the back of the stage behind the now bouncing Andorian. The Cardassian was now astride the Reman’s face as she and the Andorian enjoyed each other. “Looks like it is dessert time.”

“Dessert?” Sojith questioned.

“A fancy name for what is essentially an orgy, Sojith,” Omari admitted. “You can either enjoy what you brought yourself,” she explained, indicating her own slave behind her. “What is supplied,” she continued, indicating the row on the stage. “Or just yourself. But that’s boring. And of course, they supply plenty of tools for your pleasure,” Omari finished as the draped tables that Max had noted earlier were uncovered to reveal a staggering array of sex toys, impact instruments and other assorted paraphernalia. 

“That is not what I would call dessert,” Sojith declared as his eyes wandered. Max had caught him staring at the events on the stage; his face an equal mix of disgust, assumedly at the Reman, and interest, assumedly from the females.

“Oh, live a little will you, Sojith,” Max prodded, unable to resist.

“And will you live too, Miss Gentry?” Sojith retorted. Max could practically see the wheels turning in his head. She knew where this was headed. And she wasn’t even upset about it.

“You know my answer to that Sojith,” Max replied evenly. “For the right price.”

“One strip of Latinum,” Sojith bargained.

“Why don’t we make it interesting,” Omari intruded before Max could reply. “Make it two strips and I’ll throw in two of my own as well. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Max in action.”

“Done,” Sojith agreed after a moment’s thought.

“Damn,” Max thought to herself. “I was going to try for two but four is better.” Glancing behind herself at Pardus, Max considered if the Trill was up to it but even with the conversation right in front of her, with its obvious implications, her face had remained impassive. “Impressive. A reward might be needed later.”

“4 Strips of Gold-pressed Latinum. Deal,” Max accepted before glancing behind her. “Pardus,” she called, waiting for the Trill to step forward. When she did, Max laid a hand on the woman’s backside before continuing. “Be a good girl and go and pick out a few items for us. These two have paid for a show.”

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As the evening progressed the stage that provided the guests with their amusement so to speak was filled with various decors. The Catian girl being set upon by three Nausicaans had been hard to watch for Pardus as she couldn't quite tear her eyes away from it. She felt the urge to go and help the Catian yet had to fight with every morsel of her will to just stay in place and collect the food that Max offered her from time to time. The act with the Andorian and Cardassian female was something different altogether. Reminding the Trill of the pleasure she had given to Max earlier that day, it only left her yearning for her own satisfaction as the moans and view of the two women had made her aroused beyond belief.

As the trio in front of her began to talk of dessert it became rather clear what exactly it would be. A mass orgy. The tables were unveiled and the large collection of toys were shown to the present guests which was met with some form of amusement as Pardus looked at the slaves to her left and right. In the meantime prices were discussed with Max to see her in action, undoubtedly with the Trill and when the price was set, Pardus could feel a slight shock move through her body. On display for all to see whilst she and Max would get to work. It was bot petrifying as arousing at the same time, causing for a confused feeling within the Trill.

Suddenly her name was called and she stepped forward to her mistress as she bowed her head replying with a soft, obedient "Yes mistress?" she could feel the hand of the woman against her back and as she was given instructions to go and fetch some of the toys she simply gave a small nod and bow before she sauntered off. As she walked away she wasn't truly aware of it herself, yet as Max had mentioned that they were going to give a show, the Trill had seemingly added just that bit more sway into her hips as she walked towards the tables.

Once she had reached the objects she let her eyes go over the various tools and objects. There was a lot to pick from, one would even say that nothing could be left to the imagination when browsing through it. Her attention fell upon a double sides dildo. The one side offering the texture and rather anatomically correct shape of a veined Klingon cock as the other side showed a more scaly texture of a Cardassian member. The slave took the object and felt up both sides with her fingers before she decided to take it along. A Romulan shaped strap on with quite a hefty shape for the one using the strap on seemed rather enticing as well as she added it to the list. Furthermore she found some vibrating oval shaped eggs which were from Vulcan brand as well as temperature changing balls on a string which she figured could serve to some use. Clamps were present as well which apparently would change color and a lubricant that was known to heat up one's insides or skin when applied. She decided to bring these items back to her mistress, displaying them on the table before Max as she took a short bow to her "I hope this satisfies you my mistress?" she asked. If she'd need more Pardus would simply return to the tables to browse once more.

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“Well, that is definitely an assortment,” Max thought to herself as she perused the Trill’s selection. “A double ended dildo, Omari is going to love that one. And a double-ended strapon as well. Someone is about to get a good fucking,” Max noted with a smile and a glance at Pardus. “Those vibrating eggs. Hmm, your ass or mine Pardus? Or maybe both? I don’t mind some anal every now and then. The rest of the stuff is less interesting but I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

“Pardus, you surprise me,” Max said with a wicked smile as she looked up at Pardus. “I never knew you were so licentious. Now step back and strip,” Max commanded, making sure that Pardus would be in full view of her. “Kinda pointless given what’s coming, but why waste it.”

The Trill slave observed her mistress as she looked over the items displayed before her. She hoped she had picked the right amount and kind of toys for Max to work with. Some of them would be first times for Pardus, her eyes resting on the eggs for a moment before she snapped out of it when Max called out to her. She bowed her head and heard her next command.

A slight feeling of discomfort washed over Pardus. Having been displayed before, this felt different altogether as the room was filled with slavers and slaves alike. Yet Max had promised to protect her, so that had to count for something. Pardus took a few steps back before she found herself on a suitable spot.

She began to zip down the leather tops zipper as her full breasts came into view before she discarded the items. After that she worked on getting out of her heels; by doing so the skirt she wore slipped open a couple of times to provide an ample view to those watching of her bare contents underneath. When she was on her bare feet, Pardus continued to toy with the skirt before letting it slip down and pool at her ankles. Her full body on display now as she could feel the burning eyes of those interested in the room burn over her skin and spots.

Max couldn’t help but enjoy the view as Pardus slowly revealed to the entire room what only she had seen before. She had caught the miniscule pause from her before she had stepped back but it could be taken as anything. Considering how best to complete her task, for instance.

And her procedure was effective. She had freed her breasts first, knowing that bending to remove her shoes would induce a lot of movement in her now free bosom while also hinting at what was under the skirt.

“You are really getting into this, aren’t you Pardus?” Max thought to herself as she toyed with one of the eggs that she had caught Pardus staring at. “Money on the table or we stop this right here,” Max declared to her two companions.

“I’ll double my stake if you promise to use the Klingon end,” Omari said as she tossed her two strips on the table.

“I’ll consider it,” Max teased before looking at Sojith. The Romulan could barely tare his eyes off of Pardus to grunt at her and toss his Latinum onto Max’s table. “Excellent. Pardus, come and strip me. Then bend over the table,” Max commanded as she rolled the egg in her hand for all to see.

Standing still and not even bothering to cover up her body, Pardus dared to glance over at Sojith as he stared her down and she felt her throat and mouth run dry as she could only try and imagine what was going through his mind. The price was paid in full and the next directive was given to the slave by her mistress. She stepped forward and each step made her breasts jiggle just a little as her hips swayed deliberately at each step.

The present trio could see the moistness that had formed between her legs already and dutifully Pardus began to remove her Mistress’ bustier with care, slowly revealing the breasts of Gentry before kneeling down and slipping her skirt off her hips and down her legs. Due to the proximity, Pardus could smell Max’s scent, reminding her of the same closeness they had shared in the room before dinner. “Yours boots as well mistress?” she asked softly.

“They can stay on for now,” Max stated calmly, her body reacting to being on show for all to see.

Standing, Pardus walked up to the table and bent over it as requested, her ass sticking out towards Max as her breasts got pressed together against the rather cold table. The nipples of the Trill turning hard against the surface as she face sideways with her head, looking right at Sojith now, her eyes locking with his as she parted her mouth slightly for whatever plan Max had in store for her.

Standing there in nothing but her 5-inch boots with a naked Trill bent over the table in front of her was, enticing, to say the least. On some level, she understood the desire to want to control another being, to bend them to your will. But it was also wrong. Thankfully, Pardus had volunteered.

Stepping forward until her legs were pressed up against Pardus’ cheeks, Max ran her empty hand along the Trill’s spine, first up and then back down again before running it over the firmness that was her arse.

The cool Trill’s body enjoyed feeling the strong legs and hips of Max pressed against her rear as her eyes closed halfly at the touch of the woman.

“I’m going to certainly enjoy this,” Max thought to herself before giving the cheek a soft yet firm spank. Reaching across the table, deliberately leaning over and dragging her hard nipples across the Trill’s soft skin, Max reached for the lubricant. She was tempted to ask Pardus if she had ever had anything in her arse before, but decided it was too much of a risk to take. So instead, she was just going to go for it.

Pardus reacted with a long sultry moan as she received the firm spank on her behind. Letting out a soft sigh as Max leaned over, feeling those hardened peaks graze over her back. She kept looking at Sojith, not knowing what Max took, deliberately or not.

Popping the cap on the bottle, Max poured some of the fluid into the crease at the top of her slave’s crack, watching it slowly run down the space between her cheeks and over both of her entrances. Next, she brought the egg she had been holding up and ran it over the lubricant that remained where she had poured, coating it. With a firm squeeze, Max activated the vibrator within the egg.

Without looking anywhere but where the egg was going, Max braced her empty hand on the Trill’s hip to steady her before pressing the toy up against the tight, private opening.

The contact of the fluid against Pardus her skin felt cool, yet it didn’t take long before the warm sensation of it warmed the applied area. It was odd as she felt the slimy substance run down her crease, feeling it coat her ass and eventually sex before some of it dripped down onto the floor with a sound while some of it ran down her thighs and down over her legs. It caused for the young Trill to shiver.

She could feel Gentry do something behind her back, feeling the texture of the egg as she coated it in lubricant before the buzzing started. When she heard the buzz she knew what exactly Max was holding and what would happen next. She could only brace herself and stiffen up a bit as Max held her in position. The toy nudged against her pucker and as it vibrated the Trill squirmed as it would be her first time. The lubricant and vibrations however helped smooth the transition though as her muscle ass slowly got probed by it, giving way to the toy before it slipped in on a teasingly slow rate. Pardus gasped for air and her hands clawed at the table as another lusty moan escaped her lips as the toy was pushed deeper. She squirmed and her body shuddered, moving more as the sensation of the vibrating egg in her rear hole began to stimulate her like nothing she’d ever felt before.

With a last push from her middle finger, which itself passed the tight ring of her slave’s rear hole, Max made sure that the egg was fully inserted. Smiling to herself at the moans Pardus was making, she caressed the Trill’s cheeks gently before spanking her once more to focus her.

”Pardus, take one step back and kneel,” Max ordered as she picked up the second egg.

The egg was buried deep inside the slave’s rear with the vibrating egg made it hard to think straight. She had felt the finger of Max slip into her pucker as well and it had made the next order just that much harder. The cheeks of the Trill stinging after being spanked once more, yet the focus not exactly returning to her.

She took a step backwards with shaky legs and it wasn’t clear if her legs gave way or if she found kneeling to be a more comfortable position. The egg made her squirm and whimper as she looked with great effort to Max.

Once Pardus was positioned correctly, Max stepped in front of her and lay back on the table, pulling up her legs and spreading them wide, presenting the Trill with both of her entrances.

“I need to be nice and wet before I put that strap-on on and I also want this egg in my ass just like yours,” Max stated as she set the egg down on the table up against her glistening pussy. “Take care of both those tasks please,” Max commanded, reaching for the Latinum strips and resting them on her toned abdomen.

Pardus her breaths were shaky at best as she heard the new orders and she bowed her head before she tried to gain just a tad more composure. She reached out for the egg with a shaky hand and grasped it, turning it on with a pinch before she inserted it in her own wet craving sex. The Trill moaned louder as she edged closer to Max on the table, she used the same lubricant and squeezed the cap off before letting it drip over her sex, coating her clit in it before the viscous substance ran over both of Gentry’s holes.

Pardus sat up a tad more as she squeezed her own legs together and lapped up against the clit of Max as her eyes drifted shut. The lubricant tasting like a sweet yet carbonated of sorts. She bit down on the clit of her mistress with not enough pressure to hurt but certainly enough to be felt. After that her tongue slid down and serviced her mistress like before. The tongue probing deep into Gentry’s folds. This time coated by the lubricant it caused for a warmer feeling inside of the human as the Trill’s tongue swirled around.

While she never ceased to stop eating her mistress out, Pardus fished out the vibrating egg from between her legs, lubricated it with her own juice, she brought it up and placed it against Max her rear hole. Slowly she probed it inside of her and returned the favor to her mistress by copying her actions, pushing the egg nice and deep as her middle finger slipped past her sphincter.

Max, despite being on show for everyone to see, was really enjoying herself. She was in control, and she had a feeling half the room would kill anybody that tried to stop what her and Pardus were doing. Glancing over, she saw that Omari had leg hooked over the arm of her chair with her slave’s face held up against the apex of her legs. The two masters locked eyes just as the lubricant and then Pardus’ tongue connected. She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips as the Trill expertly used her tongue to heighten her Mistress’ arousal. Max slowly felt the tongue descend into the soaked gorge before it began to push inside her, bringing the lubricant with it.

Her eyes popped open when she first felt the egg touch her sensitive rear entrance. She hadn’t been expecting it given that Pardus’ face was still buried between her legs. Her nose could clearly smell the fluids of the Trill’s own arousal, indicating how much she was enjoying what was happening.

“Public sex and exhibitionism is not for that faint of heart,” Max thought as the egg began to probe deeper. “And you, my dear, are stronger than even you believed I think.” The vibrating egg was slowly worked deeper until it popped past her inner ring and seated itself firmly inside her. Pardus’ finger, just like her own, had also entered her and Max groaned at feeling it. “I really need to try more anal."

“Good girl,” Max crooned in appreciation as she popped herself up on her elbows. “If you think I’m ready, then it’s time to strap up,” Max said as she slid the Latinum off her body. She had enjoyed the weight of it, knowing that she had earned it.

Pardus worked her tongue a bit longer inside of her mistress, enjoying both the taste of the lubricant as well as the taste of her mistress. Eventually not much later she pulled her face back as she took in a fresh dose of air. Her lips connecting to Max's sex by some strings of lubricant and joined juices. Her mind not stopping to think about the situation as it would probably block her entirely all together.

Standing, Max stood with her feet apart, her stance and posture very domineering as she watched Pardus gather up the toy in question. Without moving, or an interest in moving, she waited for Pardus to complete her task.

The egg that was still deep inside of Pardus was helping with not overthinking. As strange as it may sound it kept her in that state of arousal and clouded her rational way of thinking. She had been unsatisfied since the start of this dinner and the idea of receiving pleasure from Max was just exhilarating

She couldn’t quite manage to stand up yet as she shuffled her way to the table with low grunts and pants. She grabbed the strap on that she had brought along and moved back to Max who stood like a true mistress before her. Pardus looked up as she positioned the strap on and tied it into position tightly for Max. She could hear the sound of Max her wet and well lubricated sex as the opposite side of the toy was inserted. For a moment Pardus was tempted to service the Romulan toy shaft yet she didn’t as she was directed to her next order. She did use the cock as a handle to hoist herself up. Faking a handjob against the cock as she knew Max would’ve felt the repercussions of it.

”Excellent, now back to the table with you,” Max directed as her velvet tunnel continued to adjust to the intruder held securely within. “Face up or down, I don’t care. Just be quick about it,” Max stated as she dropped a hand to caress the Romulan-style shaft. A quick glance to the side revealed that Sojith had acquired his own human slave who was presently servicing his shaft. “I wondered when he’d crack. I haven’t even entered her yet,” Max noted silently as she turned back to watch Pardus’ lithe form.

With shaking legs Pardus simply sat back on the table where max had been, the moist spot a reminder of how wet her mistress was. She laid down on it with her back on the table. Her hard nipples pointing up in the air as she spread her legs for Max and looked with almost a begging expression on her face as she desperately needed the pleasure.

Max had initially considered using some of the lubricant to ease her entrance but see how saturated her slave’s pussy was, she knew that none was needed. As it was, the look on Pardus’ face was practically begging her Max to impale her right that moment. But as well as Pardus had performed so far, Max wasn’t just going to give her what she wanted. Not yet.

”You’re ready for this,” Max stated as she stepped up to the table and rested the tip of the strap-on against the Trill’s clit. Behind Pardus, a small group had gathered to watch what was about to happen. Laying a hand on Pardus’ breast, Max continued, holding her slave’s attention squarely on herself. “Aren’t you? You want it so much you’d practically do anything for it?”

Pardus let out a sharp gasp as the tip of the Romulan fake shaft pressed against her clit and her hips needily pushed up against it to create a pleasant friction against it. Her body craving the attention as she looked at Max “Y-Yes m-Mistress… P-Please…”


“But you’re all mine. They,” Max said, drawing Pardus’ attention to the crowd behind her for the first time. “They can watch, and cheer, and even shower you in Latinum if they wish. But I am the only one that gets to touch you.”

The Trill’s eyes shifted to the gathered crowd and could see them in various stages of undress and stimulation. Her cheeks reddened as she bit her lower lip, the ache in her loins only growing more as the egg never ceased to stop buzzing deep inside of her. “O-Of course… M-My M-Mistress…”

”That’s my girl,” Max said with a gentle smile as she ran a hand down the Trill’s body from her breast to where the dildo rested. With a flex of her hips and using her hand to guide it, Max repositioned the shaft’s tip at the saturated entrance to the Trill’s velvet core. With a smile, Max repositioned her booted feet and began to ever so slowly drive the toy into her slave.

The girl gasped louder as Max positioned herself and guided the tip to the craving core of her body. A loud moan filled the room as Max drove the shaft into her body. Bit by bit the dildo’s girth was inserted into the velvet walls of the Trill’s sacred tunnel. Her walls clamping down against the toy as pleasure hazed over her mind and her back arched to offer Max her breasts. Her body squirming underneath her as the itch to get satisfied was finally being filled in at last.

As Pardus arched her body in front of her, Max couldn’t help but stare at the Trill’s breasts as they moved and swayed each time her slave moved. Unable to resist the temptation for long, she moved one of her hands from Pardus’ hips up to grasp one of the fleshy mounds, giving it a gentle rub and squeeze.

Maxine got the hint as Pardus had arched her back to present her breasts to her, the woman sliding her hand up to rub and squeeze the mounds only served for a louder lustful moan from the Trill as her body writhed in pleasure as she felt the toy move back and forth inside of her womanhood.

Max was about to release the tender, sensitive flesh when several slips of Latinum rained gently down onto the Trill’s breasts. Looking up, Max saw a Cardassian male stepping back with a smile on his face before a Bajoran female dropped to her knees in front of him. Smiling, Max looked back down Pardus as she began to thrust into her with greater intensity.

It was a total surprise to feel the Latinum drop against her skin, the eyes of the Trill opening to see the strips slide down her body as she just caught a glimpse of the Cardassian male before she felt Max thrust into her with more intensity. Each thrust met by a louder growing moan or cry as Pardus edged closer to her climax, her walls hugging the toy inside of her and milking it in vain. “M-Mistr-ess..” she cooed out in pleasure.

Pardus’ moans grew in volume with each thrust from Max, whose own body was reacting to the other end of the strap-on that was seated within her own pussy. Her thighs were covered in trails of her excitement and she could feel the peak of her pleasure approaching as she continued to pound the Trill in front of her. The latinum on her breasts wobbled with each movement of her breasts and her skin had begun to take on a sheen to it from their actions.

When Pardus cooed out Mistress to her, Max’s pussy pulse in excitement and the oncoming wave of ecstasy drew closer as her mind enjoyed the sound of that word. Seizing a stronger grip on the Trill’s thighs and shifting her booted feet, Max began to drive into Pardus with her whole body, he arse clenching around the egg, it’s pleasant vibrations now sending shivers through her body as it’s effects began to build.

"What do you want Pardus?” Max asked as her own breasts began to sway from the motion as she tried to reach her own peak before the Trill reached hers. “Tell us all.”

“M-Make me… Cum.” she cried out in pleasure as her hips bucked up against Max’s movements. The strips of Latinum sliding off her body and onto the table as she was fighting the urge to give in. The way Gentry was driving the toy into her would have her dissolve in mere seconds and she hoped she’d be granted the right to give in to the blissful feeling. “P-P-Please!” she begged as her walls already began to contract against the toy, providing with more resistance for Max to drive it into her, yet stimulating the part of the toy that was inside of her. In addition to the toy in her rear, it was driving the young Trill to insanity.

”Me… First,” Max groaned out as her strokes deepened. The Trill’s tunnel was tightening around the shaft within her; something which caused the other end to push deepend into max with each thrust. She was practically hammering away at her slave and she didn’t give a care who was watching them. Some part of her mind noted that Pardus didn’t seem to care either but it would be hours before she would remember that thought. “Play with your tits,” Max suddenly commanded, not even realizing she had said it until the words left her mouth.

The order to play with her breasts came as a slight surprise, almost unregistered by the pleasure delivered to her by Max. The Trill moved her hands up to her breasts, pressing them together before molding them, rubbing her sensitive nipples which in turn only caused for more squirming and moaning on her behalf. She hoped Max would get there soon enough, a selfish thought as she only wanted to reach her own climax.

The sight of Pardus manipulating her generous mounds was all Max needed to move her from teetering on the edge to diving off into the wave of ecstasy that broke over her. Her whole body trembled from the pleasure coursing through her body as she worked her hips, each movement sending another wave through her body. “Now Pardus. Cum for your Mistress!” Max commanded as he eyes stared down at the Trill.

Being given permission to cum was a gift sent from above. The Trill not needing much to reach the heightened state of ecstacy. Her body convulsed lightly before she came hard around the toy that was being pounded into her.She screamed out, not caring who would hear her or how they’d look at her. The built up pressure being released caused for the young Trill to squirt lightly along the shaft of the dildo inside of her, spilling some on Maxine’s thighs and legs before it simply dripped from the table as she nearly passed out on the spot. The heavy climax however had caused for a side effect as the tension and pressure had caused for the egg to slip out of Pardus, it now remained buzzing on the table as her fluids ran around it.

The Trill’s reaction was… unexpected. Feeling the sudden warmth on her thighs that began to run down her legs was a telltale sign of how worked up Pardus had been. And it didn’t bother Max one bit that she had her slave’s juices coating her body. If anything, it strengthened the last few waves from her orgasm that flooded her body before she slowed her thrust. Some masters would have pulled out then and demanded another slave to clean them but Max had other ideas and instead finished by pushing fully into her slave, seating herself so completely that their pubic bones were pressed against one another; a vibrating egg, Pardus’ Max realised, was also wedged their and added it’s own effect to their joining.

As her body trembled in the aftermath, several more masters approached them and left offerings of Latinum either on the table or dropped them onto Pardus’ semi-conscious form. From the look and feel of it, the Trill was continuing to experience her pleasure and Max had to resist the urge to heighten it further. Pardus had done supremely well but this was not the time to reward her. That would come later, in private.

”By Kahless Max, that was incredible to watch Maxy,” Omari called out from where the Klingon Mistress was reclined; her slave’s head buried between her legs. “I came twice watching that and I’m going for more.”

”Glad I could accommodate you Omari,” Max deadpanned as Pardus began to stir.

The aftermath of the orgasm was simply just a pleasurable haze as Pardus gasped for air as she could feel the Romulan shaped toy buried deep inside of her. Her velvet walls still spasming around it as her climax seemed to keep on going thanks to the deeper probing of Maxine’s final thrust. Latinum seemed to keep on pouring down on the table and next to Pardus.

It took time for the Trill girl to catch her breath and slowly the velvet walls just hugged the shaped cock inside of her as she still felt sensitive and shaky in the aftermath. Despite it all though, the Trill had a sheen sweat over her body, her eyes still lust glazed as her tensile strength was nonexistent. She could hear Omari speak as well as Max, the warmth of Max’s crotch against hers only beginning to register now as Pardus slowly began to look around as she became more aware of her surroundings.

The Trill slowly tried to shift, only causing another whimper and low moan to escape from her lips as she couldn’t go anywhere with the Romulan shaft still firmly planted inside of her. She looked up to Max, perhaps breaking the facade as a slave as she looked at her with a certain sense of admiration.

The look on the Trill’s face as she looked up at the Human above her was not something that Max could figure out. Maybe it was the post-orgasmic bliss or the still vibrating egg in her ass but she couldn’t make sense of it. Pushing it aside, she’d ask Pardus about it later, Max decided to focus on the here and now.

“Show’s over people,” Max declared as she braced against Pardus’ body before pushing herself off the Trill, the Romulan shaft sliding out with ease as she did so.

The feeling of the fake cock sliding out of her left Pardus with an empty feeling inside of her as she dropped her head down on the table and just took the time to recover now. She was still panting and listened to the ongoing talk between Omari and Max.

”But...I thought...you were going to...double her,” Omari wondered as her slave worked her loins.

”I’m not being paid to put on a show for everyone,” Max pointed out bluntly as she stepped back. “Besides, Sojith is up to his hips in Human,” Max noted, casting a sideways glance at the Romulan as he humped the Human’s backside in much the same fashion that Max had enjoyed her slave. Standing their naked but for her boots, she wondered if she should just rip the strap-on off herself or make Pardus do it. Deciding that keeping up appearance was best, Max addressed her slave. “Pardus, remove this harness.”

It took a few seconds for the Trill to hoist herself up into a seated position. Hearing the new order she felt her legs still being weak. She simply leaned in to Max as she undid the straps and looked up at her as she pursed her lips. Hearing the animalistic sounds of Sojith to her side Pardus took the shaft full in her hand as she tilted it, causing the end inside Max to shift upwards before she dragged it out slowly from her Mistress. After that she discarded the strapon at the table and awaited her next instructions as her legs regained their form and steadiness to stand on.

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Max couldn’t help but groan as first the shaft within her was pushed further in before being removed. The dual motions and following emptiness caused Max to roll her eyes slightly from the feelings before refocusing on the present. The egg was still there, vibrating inside her arse and for the moment, Max had no intention of removing it. She was actually rather enjoying it. 

“Speaking of eggs,” Max thought to herself. “Pardus, you seemed to have dropped something. Be a good girl and put it back in would you. I haven’t told you to remove it yet.” Waiting to make sure that the Trill followed her instructions, Max then turned to Omari as the Klingon was coming down from another orgasm. “Haven’t you had enough?”

“Never,” Omari shot back as she released the slave from between her thighs. The human girl’s face was liberally coated in her mistress’ juices but knew better than to try and wipe it away with anything but her own tongue; which could only reach so far. “I always want more. You should remember that.”

“I do, but things do change from time to time,” Max pointed out as she looked around for her skirt. Finding it, she considered having Pardus dress her but decided that she couldn't be bothered waiting. “I’m proof of that.”

“Well I don’t,” Omari declared firmly as she reached for her drink and took a long pull. “Still coming to see me tomorrow?”

“Yep,” Max acknowledged as she finished belting the skirt around her waist. She always loved the convenience of belted skirts; easy on and easy off. “We’ll be there. Not sure if Sojith will be. He seems to be enjoying himself.”

“He is at that,” Omari agreed with a toothy grin. “I will see you tomorrow then. You know where to find me.”

“I do,” Max replied. She considered trying to squeeze herself back into her bustier but given that everyone had already seen her tits, she decided to be comfortable instead. “I think I’m going to borrow this,” Max said as she picked up the double-ended dildo from the table. 

“Tease,” Omari accused.

“And?” Max responded flippantly. “Pardus, time to go,” Max announced. "Be a dear and get dressed. Oh, and don’t forget to bring the Latinum. I’m sure you’ll find something to carry it in.”

“You have a skirt and a top,” Max noted to herself as she watched the Trill. “Which will you use?”

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The Trill girl looked up at her mistress as she pointed out that she had lost her egg. A slight hesitation came over Pardus before she looked over to the egg that still buzzed on the table, coated in still some of the gel and some of her own juices running along it by the table. She slowly took it in her hand as she inspected it and did her best to insert the toy once more. Her breathing turning into pants as she pushed it in with no trouble, thinking about is at a suppository.

The Trill tried to keep her head in the game as Max began to talk to Omari. Pardus didn't look at the Klingon woman, yet she did look at the human slave who's face was redecorated with the feminine fluids of her mistress. She seemed to try and lick up as much of it as possible and Pardus her gaze shifted slowly to Sojith. He was quite brutally fucking his slave's face as the girl gagged as tears ran down her cheeks. Pardus quickly looked away from the scene as she looked back at Max as she was getting dressed again.

The Trill simply awaited a new command and when received she gave a nod as she took the skirt and began to fit it back on. As she was told to bring the Latinum as well, she nodded and quite quickly came to the realization that she wouldn't be able to carry it all with just her hands. Did Max do this on purpose?

Knowing that most if not everyone here had seen her breasts and sex by now, she knew it would be futile to be prude. She used her top to collect all of the Latinum and pressed it against her chest to make sure not to spill anything. It was only by then that she noticed Max was holding on to the double ended dildo. Pardus swallowed silently as her eyes lingered over it before looking at Max.

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“I guess she had the same thought I did,” Max noted with a smile. Pardus had chosen to use her top to carry the Latinum in and Max could help but stare a little at the sweet sheened body of the Trill as she picked up the currency, her breasts swaying as she did so. She had noticed the slight hesitation before Pardus had reinserted the egg, but she made no mention of it. She was probably just sensitive or tired from their activities; Max sure was on both accounts as the egg in her own arse continued to send little pulses of pleasure up her spine as she stood there. Once Pardus had successfully gathered up all the Latinum, Max turned back to Omari.

“Until tomorrow. Pardus, follow,” Max commanded as she began to stride towards the door. She could feel the eyes on her back as she departed but she paid them no heed. And she said nothing the entire way back to their quarters. The only sound marking their passage was the sounds of their feet on the ground. Back in their quarters, Max once again checked the room for bugs before sitting down on the edge of the bed and removing her boots.

“You did well tonight Pardus,” Max commended the Trill. “Very well indeed. And I think you should be rewarded for your efforts." When Pardus didn't immediately respond, Max went on. "You can talk freely now. It’s safe enough here. Just remember your place.”

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As all the excitement was over Pardus felt the cooler air brush against her body, her body cool as it is was shivered slightly as she followed Max after she told her to follow. Each step she took made the latinum bounce and shift a little as she kept her eyes on Gentry as she lead the way. The egg still buried in her rear slowly shifting at each step she took. It caused her to clench her jaws together as they reached the room, the egg slowly began to move outwards once more.

She placed the latinum on the table as she didn't know where else to put it and as Max finished her sweep of the room the egg slipped out once more. Pardus decided to just hold it in her hand, hoping the woman wouldn't notice as she felt her body relax finally after the entire evening. It had been an eventful evening if anything as she had been 'fucked' in public and came to enjoy every bit of it in hindsight. Sure it all felt rather strange and unnatural at the start, yet she had reached her heightened point under the form of an orgasm.

She snapped out of her thoughts as Max called out to her to speak freely, yet to remember her place "Rewarded?" she asked softly as she looked at the woman. Her eyes glancing at the bathroom before looking back to Max "I would kill for a shower right now..." she suggested softly, not implying to go and do just that without permission.

"Or would you have anything else in mind?"

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“I could definitely go for a shower myself,” Max thought as she smiled at Pardus’ request and the following comment. “While I might have something else or more in mind, right now, I could definitely go for a shower. After, well, we’ll see.”

“So could I,” Max agreed with the Trill’s response. Within, the egg continued to buzz but its effects were lessoning, and Max decided that now was as good a time as any to remove it. Rolling over so that she rested her stomach on the bed, Max rested her knees on the ground, slightly spread before reaching back. Working the muscles of her backside, she slowly pushed the egg out until she was able to grasp it with her hand and free it completely. “There, that’s better,” Max said as she looked back at Pardus. She hadn’t meant to but she had just given her slave an eyeful.

“Woops,” Max chuckled to herself as she climbed to her feet. “C’mon,” Max said as she held out her hand. “This time I am going to wash you. But it’s been a while since I showered someone else, so you’ll have to let me know if I do something wrong.”

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Pardus remained by the table as she watched her mistress roll over before she put up quite a show as she aimed her well formed ass up in the air. SLowly but surely the egg that was buried inside of her came to light before she fished it out of her. She seemed relieved to have it out of her and Pardus couldn't help but smile a little as Gentry looked at her and slipped out a whoops. Pardus was unsure if she had done it on purpose or not.

Pardus took Max's hand as she extended it and followed after her mistress as she promised to washed up herself. An offer Pardus wouldn't refuse. She smiled as she gave a nod "Yes mistress.. I'll let you know." she answered as they got to the bathroom. Pardus moved to Max to remove the belted skirt she wore and let it fall to the ground before she removed her own. She switched on the showers and slowly stepped under them, her front facing Maxine to keep an eye on her.

The water initially felt col yet quickly warmed up as Pardus let the water cascade over her hair and down her body. It felt great to have the water warm up her body as she gestured to Max to join her "The water should be rather enjoyable temperature wise mistress."

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Once Pardus had accepted her hand, Max had padded across their quarters and into the separate bathroom without delay. She turned around to undress the Trill but found that her slave had already taken the initiative to step forward and begin to work at Max’s belt buckle. With quiet adeptness, Pardus soon had her mistress’ skirt around her ankles with her own following quickly to leave them both naked once more.

“She is definitely losing her shyness,” Max noted as Pardus started the water running, letting it flow for a moment before entering the stream, turning to face Max as the water cascaded over her spotted skin. Max merely waited, watching the Trill until Pardus invited her mistress to join her. “I’m sure its perfect,” Max in response to Pardus commenting on the water temperature as she stepped into the shower.

After allowing the water to do its work and moisten her skin, Max stepped around behind Pardus and began to gather up the Trill’s brown tresses and wetting them. Next, she picked up the shampoo and proceeded to wash the hair she held, taking care to be as gentle as she could while also massaging the scalp as best as she could. Once she was satisfied with her work, Max rinsed the hair before exchanging the shampoo for body wash and, starting at Pardus’ neck, began to lather up her body.

Max took her time and avoided no areas, moving from neck to shoulders and arms before trailing down her back. She then pressed herself up against the Trill’s soapy back and reached around her to soap up her front, from clavicle to down over her breasts to her belly and navel. Perhaps she spent a little too much time kneading and rubbing Pardus’ breasts but there was something about the position and action that enticed Max.

Returning her hands to her slave’s rearend, literally, Max crouched down and washed Pardus’ backside, cleft and all, to remove any remaining lubricant or bodily fluids. She made sure to stop at the Trill’s perineum though, deciding against taking too much of an advantage of the situation. Finally, she washed each of her slave’s legs, front and back, before speaking for the first time since her entrance into the shower.

“How was that Pardus?” Max asked, still on her knees behind her standing slave. “Is there anywhere else you would like me to wash. And be honest.”

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It was odd to see Max step in with Pardus under the shower, the slave looking at her mistress as they both let the water cascade over them and eventually Max began to gather the long brown tresses of the Trill before she began to shampoo her hair with care. It felt nice, especially when Gentry began to assage the scalp of the Trill. The eyes of Pardus drifting shut as she enjoyed it fully and felt her legs turn a little wobbly. It didn't last as long as she'd wanted it to and soon enough her hair was washed clean.

It didn't take long for Max to continue as she began to lather the spotted woman with care and precision. Pardus simply underwent the whole thing and enjoyed being washed up in this fashion. She suddenly felt Max her own breasts pressed against her back as she began to wash up her front. The nipples of her mistress being pressed against her back as she washed her slave's breasts, kneading and rubbing them quite deliberately before she moved on. The care she took to wash up her rear and to remove any of the remaining gel was appreciated by the brunette before finishing up with her legs.

At the question of how it was and if she wanted anything else to be washed, Pardus turned around to face her mistress with a smile "It felt great, thank you mistress." she answered as she looked down her body and bit her lip. Seeing Max on her knees she was curious what it felt like to have the power she had. She seemed to think over her request before finally voicing it out.

"I'd like you to clean my sex... Only... Without using your hands..." she said softly as she stepped closer and brought her mound to the front of Max's face.

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Looking up at Pardus and seeing her biting her lip as she considered what Max had asked, was worth it in the Human’s opinion. To Max, the Trill seemed to be considering if she should ask or not but then her eyes altered and her lips parted.

"I'd like you to clean my sex... Only... Without using your hands..." Pardus requested, her voice soft as the Trill stepped closer and brought her mound to the front of Max's face. Max didn’t think that the woman she had met a few days ago would have been able to answer her question, yet here she stood, asking. Although, considering what they had done not an hour ago, perhaps it wasn’t as farfetched as it seemed.

“As you wish,” Max responded with a smirk on her wet face. The shower was still running and while the water wasn’t directly on either of their bodies, the spray, mixed with their earlier washing, made their skin slick. 

Bringing her hands up, Max grasped Pardus’ firm ass and pressed it forward, exposing more of the Trill’s delicious looking womanhood. Leaning in, Max looked up into her slave’s eyes as she extended her tongue and, ever so slowly, dragged it up the full length of the Trill’s slit. With a last flick of the hard nub at the crest, Max pulled back without releasing her grip.

“Brace yourself,” Max warned with another teasing smirk. “Unless you’d like to move this to the bed.” However, she never gave her slave a chance to answer before her head snapped forward, plunging her tongue into the damp folds of skin as her lips sealed around it. Tensing her arms, Max locked them in position as she began her ministrations upon her slave’s sex.

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With a glint of anticipation in her eyes the young Trill watched as the human leaned in and pulled her forward by holding onto her ass. The eye contact between the both of them never broke as the kneeled woman ran her tongue over the nether lips of the other. The sensation of the still rather sensitive sex making Pardus squirm lightly as her legs trembled. She fought to keep her eyes open and simply parted her lips to form an 'Oh' in silence.

Max warned her to brace herself after that and before Pardus could reply or do anything about it, the warm muscled tongue of the human invaded her depths and lips seemed to latch on to her lower ones. She reached out for support against the shower walls as she closed her eyes in bliss. It felt wondrous and just delightful as her hips began to grind against Max's face to build up more pleasure. The legs of the slave fluctuating to either give in or tensing up due to the sparks of pleasure being pushed through her system.

"O-Oh!" she moaned loudly as she thoroughly enjoyed the attention she was getting. Her mind not even thinking about how this certain sort of mindset had been formed. Oh how Amelya Duv was so different from this undercover role... The latter would probably blush and freeze in a situation like this. Yet in this identity, she seemed to lose herself entirely in it. "B-Bed!" she managed to bring out after a few minutes as she wanted to enjoy the oral work more relaxed.

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"Oh, the memories you will have from this time, Amelya Duv,” Max thought to herself as she lashed at the Trill’s sex once again with her tongue. Water was still splashing against their skin but she ignored it in favour of the most delicious task before her. “Of course, you’ll never really be able to speak about them with anyone. Unless fate brings us together again.”

The moans coming from the Trill were exciting Max, her own sex dampening readily in anticipation. She longed to drop one of her own hands to stimulate herself but that was not why she was here. She was here to reward Pardus for being exemplary, and that is what she was going to do.

"B-Bed!" Pardus managed to stammer finally and Max smiled as her tongue ceased its task. Without releasing her grip on her slave’s delightful derrière, Max stood up, dragging her slick body up along Pardus’, just to tease her some. Staring into the green eyes of the Trill, Max slowly released her grip, before taking hold of both of the Trill’s hands and pulling her from the shower. Absently shutting the water off, the Human seized upon a towel and began to dry the spotted skin of her companion before doing the same to her own.

Once satisfied, Max once again joined hands and led Pardus to the bed, spinning her around before pushing her back onto it. The sight of the dildo she had brought back from dinner caught her eye but she dismissed it. This time was not for her own whims. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, the Trill’s legs spread before her, Max looked up along her slave’s naked body.

“Now, you let me know if you want me to do something different for you,” Max offered with a wicked grin before returning her head to the heated velvet core of the Trill; her tongue eager to begin anew.

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When the words for bed were ushered, Max had teased Pardus some more before pulling her from under the warm stream of water. Being dried off by her mistress felt somewhat odd, unnatural perhaps. Though it allowed Pardus to relapse into her life before this feigned slavery. She let her hands roam over Max her cheeks before running through the wet tresses of hair. With a smile, she was satisfied as she was dried up and led to the bed. Of course, one particular spot wasn't dry, no matter how hard one would try.

Once in the bed Pardus was being positioned back on her back as her legs were spread out. The words of Max only lingering softly in the air before the Trill let out a new moan of pleasure as her head fell back into the sheets as Max delved back in to what she had started. The back of the Trill arched as her eyes drift shut and her legs cramped up as they wrapped around Max her back.

Pardus couldn't speak another word as her mind went blank with the lust and pleasure delivered to her. She was being led to a climax and she embraced the feeling of it as it ashed over her and tensed her muscles up. Her body shaking and jerking slightly as she reached her peak. The tensile strength in the muscles being kept for a few moments before she collapsed fatigued and satiated. Her breasts rising and falling along with her chest as she was exhausted by the delivered pleasure.

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Max had feasted on her slave’s generous bounty, cognisant of what she was doing to Pardus but wholly focused on completing the task that she had set for herself. Which was to bring her slave to a bed shaking orgasm. And judging from the sounds and motions that the Trill was demonstrating, that goal was not far off.

When the Trill’s peak hit and her body tensed for all it was worth, Max was trapped between her slave’s legs; not that she minded as she continued her assault on Pardus’ sopping sex. When Pardus’ orgasm finally abated and her legs relaxed, Max ceased her ministrations and climbed to her feet to look down at her possession.

Despite enjoying the taste of her companion’s juices on her tongue, Max headed into the bathroom again and rinsed her mouth out before brushing her teeth. By the time she had returned to the bed, Pardus had apparently fallen into a deep, relaxed sleep. Smiling to herself, Max dimmed the lights before checking that her d’k tahg was under her pillow and that her phaser was on the bedside table. Her preparations complete, Max lay down on the bed, uncaring in her nudity and stared at the ceiling, wondering what tomorrow, the first day of the auction, would bring. And she stayed that way until sleep overtook her.

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Max was deliciously warm when she awoke and it took her a few moments to figure out and remember why. She was not alone in her bed. And judging by the firm breast she held in her hand, Max’s companion was female. Which meant that she was either spooning Pardus, or someone had somehow slipped into their quarters after the two had fallen asleep.

“What a wonderful way to greet the morning,” Max thought to herself as she opened her eyes and gazed upon the spotted skin of the Trill, unable to resist the urge to squeeze the breast she held just a little.

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The deep sleep that had been brought to her by Maxine's action caused for a good night rest. Dreams were filled with the events that happened today and caused for a cascade of various dream states. Some dreams were more lucid then others as some dreams brought fear and excitement. In the end, Pardus remained peacefully asleep against Max in the bed. When the other woman woke up and offered a squeeze into the breast of the Trill, Pardus stirred slightly in her sleep and arched her back lightly. It caused for some slight friction against Max her breasts.

It didn't take much after that for Pardus to slowly wake up as she had to get her bearings as well. She could feel the coolness of the room over her naked frame, yet she could feel the warm source of the human laying behind her. She gave herself a few seconds before turning her head to look at Max as her hand reached up to lay over the hand that covered up one of her breasts. "Morning..." she whispered as she nestled herself into MAx, eager to get more warmth.

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Pardus pressing her naked body back against Max’s own, seeking the warmth that their bodies provided to each other, was a feeling that Max didn’t get to enjoy very often. Usually it was use, abuse, discard. And all for her own safety. It was rare that she shared her bed with someone that she trusted enough to fall asleep alongside of.

“Good morning,” Max replied to the Trill’s greeting, squeezing the breast she held again before releasing it and running her hand along the Trill’s skin, enjoying the softness to it. She avoided any sensitive areas, not wanting to be distracted. “How did you sleep?”

As Pardus responded, Donna considered what the day would hold. They had to inspect several groups of slaves for sale, no the least of which was Omari’s. Max also wanted to check and confirm which arms dealers were buying and selling at the auction. She had seen several that she had recognised from the dinner the night before but hadn’t had the chance to confirm who they were. Not that she minded being distracted. The auction lasted three days; they had the time.

“We have a busy day today Pardus,” Max announced to her slave. “Lots of people to see and places to go,” she said, bringing her hand up to rest on the Trill’s collar. “I hope you remember your place while we are out and about.”

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"Morning..." was the whispered reply Pardus gave as she nodded her head slightly "Surprisingly well given the location." she answered with a grin as she could feel Max squeeze once more into her breast before she released it and tantalized her skin "How about you?" she asked as she didn't turn around, not wanting to ruin the feeling of Max her fingers over her skin.

As Max announced what their day would look like, Pardus sighed softly and gave a nod. It wasn't exactly a thing she was looking forward to do, yet this was the reason why they were here. Feeling the hand of Max along her collar she felt a chill run over her body as Max stated she hoped that the Trill would know her place. She gave a nod once more as she slowly rose up and sat straight. Her spine visible to Max as she remained with her back to her mistress "I will mistress.." she answered her softly as she got up "Shall I get dressed? Is there anything I should wear specifically for today?"

After hearing Max's reply the Trill sauntered through the room before freshening herself up first before dressing in the desired outfit. Once ready she awaited for Max's next set of orders as she waited by the door.

Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson | Alias: Maxine ‘Max’ Gentry | Personal Quarters | Orion Syndicate Auction ] Attn: @Nolan
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“I’d like to be more direct in how I want her to dress and act but I cannot risk those directions being overheard,” Max thought as she regarded the Trill before her. She was an exquisite example of her species and Max found herself almost wishing that she could freeze time and enjoy her some more. But alas, she could not. “I just have to trust that she remembers what I said to her while we were aboard the Falcon.”

“Something functional would be best. A jumpsuit and utility boots if you have them,” Max suggested as she sat up in bed. Never one to waste an opportunity unless she had to, she might as well enjoy the show while she could. “Just ensure that your collar and the emerald are clearly visible for everyone to see.”

“And so that it can see everyone as well,” Max added mentally, thinking on the collar's alternative purpose. “These auctions are a veritable buffet of intelligence gathering. The trick is being able to gain access to them, gather up as much of the intel as possible and then get out again with that intel intact. Something that isn’t as easy to do as it is to plan.”

“And wear your belt as well,” Max commanded as she thought about where they were going and what trouble might be had. While the collar should protect her, it was better to be safe than sorry. “Just in case.”

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After washing herself quickly Pardus moved on to wear the desired outfit Maxine had told her to wear. She started with the jumpsuit which was a light shade of blue though it was accented with darker blue parts to certain areas. It was a perfect fit for the Trill as she moved further to pull on her boots with heels. Next up was the belt with the hidden daggers for in case anything would go wrong and the last piece was the collar which would serve as the intelligence gaining object for their true purpose here.

Once ready she waited for her mistress and once the door opened they made their way over to the auction rooms. Some of the corridors were deserted while other contained customers and guards. The corridors felt cool yet never cold. The walk eventually ended up in the designated 'auction space'. Slaves, weapons and other various articles were on display. Pardus was at first taken aback by the sheer collection of black market, illegal and hazardous things on sale before she glanced over at Max. With a slight nod she took a bow to her mistress, a slight bow not over the top before she broke off from her handler and went over to the rows of slaves.

There was a wide variety of them, from every race one could possibly imagine. Some of them were in bad shape, others had seen worse conditions and a few were in seemingly impeccable condition. Pardus felt the need to tend to every one of them that had a medical condition and it was hard to bite back her original training. She came to a stop at a young Orion girl, clearly not even old enough to be left alone. Pardus squatted down and smiled at the girl as she softly began to talk to her, hoping to not draw too much attention.

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As enticing as watching Pardus wash and dress herself was, Max forced herself to turn away and get busy getting ready for the day ahead. The auction floor was not under the same restrictions as the formal areas and though violence was strongly discouraged, it was not uncommon for there to be at least 3 three deaths during the course of a day’s proceedings. Besides, restricting weapons in a place that literally sold them was a pointless endeavour. If you weren’t carrying your own, you could just pick one up off a bench and shoot someone. There were penalties of course, but the dead and disintegrated weren’t going to be concerned with them.

Utilitarian clothes were the order of the day. Leather jacket over a long-sleeved synthetic fibre shirt with rugged pants and hard-wearing boots to match. Her hear was pulled back into a messy braid to keep it out of the way while at her waist was a belt with a phaser pistol on her right thigh and a Klingon D’k tahg on her left. That knife was one of her favourite parts of the Max Gentry persona and it had saved her life on more than one occasion.

Seeing that Pardus was dressed and ready to go, Max opened the door and led the two of them out, only stopping long enough to seal their quarters behind them before entering the tunnel network that would lead them to the auction floor. Max had considered offering more instructions to the Trill, but too much information could be as dangerous as not enough. Better to have her rely on Max for direction.

Entering the auction floor went without issue and Max quickly guided them through the arrangement of stalls and displays to where Omari had her setup. Glancing back at Pardus, she could tell that the Trill was slightly overwhelmed at everything around them. She had been much the same the first auction she had attended. The evening’s activities had been more eye-opening however.

As they approached Omari’s space, Max saw that she already had her catalogue out and on display for them. With a glance at Pardus, she pointed at the gathered slaves. Pardus knew why she was here and wordless acknowledged Max’s command before stepping away. While her slave did her job and examined Omari’s stock, Max would speak with Omari herself and see what the Klingon had to say about things.

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Doing what she was here for Pardus checked the slaves one after another. She didn't have the chance to use her tricorder as it would undoubtedly give away who they were. She was about a quarter through with checking the stock of Omari when the little Orion girl tugged at Pardus' dress. The brunette looking over at the girl as it seemed like the Orion had taken a liking to her as she held her arms up to her. The Trill doubted as it would be the appropriate time or place to do so. Quickly glancing around though, she gave in to the feeling that had initially washed over her.

After leaning down, she took the girl on her arm, though she wasn't quite heavy. It was easy to deduct that this was the case because of the strict rations they were given. Her eyes looking to the others as all the slaves were now looking at Pardus. The Orion girl laying her head to rest against her shoulder as Pardus could feel her cheek redden at the attention. This sort of attention completely different from what had happened the night before.

It didn't take long of course before the guards caught on to it and the rest of the gathered crowd. Pardus couldn't help but think if she had done anything wrong and looked towards Max for any help or pointers on what she had to do next.

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“So, what do you think?” Omari asked as the Max and herself stood off to the side, talking and waiting as Pardus did her examinations. 

“Going off of their appearances alone, Omari, they are far below your usual quality,” Max observed evenly, casting her eye over the assembled slaves. “It almost looks like you are dredging the bottom of the barrel. And here I was thinking that business had been good for you lately. What with the war and all.”

“Oh, business has been excellent,” Omari confirmed with a toothy grin. “I have more profits in all areas. And, as for dredging the barrel, you are not wrong. It just wasn’t my barrel.” At Max’s raised and enquiring eyebrow, Omari continued. “As you know, I am not above a little bit of honest piracy. So when I heard the Hoto had fallen on tough times, I decided to make sure that the fall was permanent.”

“These are his slaves?” Max asked, not surprised that Omari had eliminated her competitor in the least. It was a tough and dangerous business and removing the competition and taking their assets only made sense.

“All that remained at his compound,” Omari confirmed. “The only thing left living are the maggots infesting his corpse.”

“I see,” Max commented, watching Pardus. The Trill had been stopped in her checks by the attentions of a young, almost too young, Orion girl, tugging at her. Curious to see how Pardus would react, Max watched as she leaned down and picked up the girl, offering her some comfort in what was easily seen as an uncertain time. “Omari, where are the girl’s parents?”

“Dead. Hoto had them killed the day before I arrived. He wanted to start the girl’s training,” Omari explained. She didn’t say what training the girl would receive; she didn’t have to. The child was an Orion female; they only received one kind of training as slaves. “Interested in buying them? The price isn’t too steep that we cannot come to some sort of arrangement,” Omari said, eyeing Pardus. “The only other interested party has been Sojith.”

“Let me check with Pardus,” Max said, beckoning the Trill over. “How do they look? Omari is willing to sell them to us, for the right price of course. Otherwise they will go to Sojith and whatever the Romulan Empire wants with them.”

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Seeing Max beckoning her over, Pardus walked over after placing the Orion girl down. She waved slightly at her and bowed her head before Max "The slaves are in poor condition, malnutrition and possible some underlying diseases. They wouldn't be worth a lot I would imagine." she answered, her verdict quite clear about them. She didn't even look at Omari, knowing such a reply would be rather devastating for the info both woman had swapped.

On the other hand, this little outburst of Pardus came from deep within. If she wasn't undercover she'd probably take all of the slaves in for further testing, medical treatment and warm meals. She had to remind herself however why they were here, who they were and what her place was. It cost a lot of the Trill to keep that up and she slowly peeked up to look at Max and see what she'd have to say in the matter.

The Orion girl tried to get back to Pardus, easily having sought to bond with the Trill to become someone to protect her for whatever atrocities would lie in the future. She was stopped however by the guards of Omari and she called out to Pardus, the sound of a child screaming out was always bone chilling, even more so when one knew why she was calling out. The Trill looked up to Max as she seemed to ask without any words to return to the girl to stop her whines.

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“My slave confirms my suspicions, Omari?” Max pointed out to the Klingon. “It would probably cost me twice over what I would pay for them to get them back to a state where they would be usable to me. So tell me, why should I purchase them?”

“I never said you had to purchase them Max,” Omari retorted, a little insulted at the Trill slave's blunt verdict of her stock. On the other hand, she didn’t own the Trill, so they were not beholden to be overly polite to her unless Max enforced it. A thought sprung in Omari’s mind at that moment, an idea to obtain something she desired. “How about this, Max,” Omari began, her voice sickly sweet. “You lend me Pardus for an evening of fun and I’ll halve the price on the stock and give that whining Orion free of charge? What do you say?”

“Predictable,” Max thought to herself at hearing Omari’s offer. She’d seen the Klingon do the same thing to other master’s on multiple occasions, often getting her way because the master’s generally didn’t give two shits about their slaves. Max though, couldn’t risk Pardus getting out of her sight in case she cracked. If that happened, they’d both be fucked. 

“I don’t think so,” Max decided, choosing not to risk it. “You already know my standpoint on sharing my property.” But Omari wasn’t having a bar of it. She had decided she wanted the Trill, and she didn’t care too much on how she got her. “We’re done here Pardus.”

“How about a match then. It is blood night tonight so why not make it a bit more interesting then?” Omari suggested causing Max to pause in her departure.

“I’m listening,” Max conceded, turning around.

“Simple duel. I have always wanted to see how good you are with that D’k tagh you carry so you versus one of my guards,” Omari proposed. “Winner gets the girl and to sweeten the offer, if you win, I will halve the price on the remainder for you. How does that sound?”

“Enticing,” Max deadpanned, not really considering it but needing to play along. “I will think about it and let you know tonight. Come Pardus,” Max commanded, walking away. They had a lot to do today and couldn’t afford to waste time. She would think about it while they ate in their rooms at lunch but so far, she didn’t think it was worth the risk.

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Looking at the discussion between Omari and Maxine, Pardus remained in silence as she did follow the conversation with her eyes. Terms were discussed and improved, yet no deal was struck. Maxine seemed like she was considering her options. Pardus could only wonder what was going through her mind. Her eyes looked over the slaves that were just standing there while the young Orion girl looked up at her hoping she could go along with her.

When Maxine told Pardus to follow her, the Trill hesitated as the young girl kept looking at her. Sad that she was leaving, possibly thinking she'd never come back for her. The Trill swallowed and turned around, to follow Max, be it slower then usual as she looked to the floor. When she was close enough to her she whispered "What's next?" as she looked around to make sure nobody would overhear them.

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Max could understand Pardus’ hesitation. She could understand her desire to want to help those less fortunate than herself. She could even allow for Pardus lagging behind for a moment. But what she couldn’t allow was for there to be a hint that they were not exactly who they claimed to be. If people began to question that they were not Maxine Gentry and her Trill slave Pardus, then their situation would spiral out of control very quickly and they would find themselves in more danger than they already were, given their location and mission.

“Now we look at the rest,” Max uttered evenly. They had a job to do and even if she had to drag Pardus around on a leash, she would see that their work was completed.

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After a busy day, Max strode into their assigned quarters and tossed her jacket onto the bed before unbuckling her belt and dropping the weapons on top of the discarded garment. Once Pardus had also enter the room and shut the door, Max pulled out her gear and swept the room for anything that shouldn’t have been there. Once she was satisfied, she returned the scanning equipment to its home before laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling as she processed the day.

They had been all over the auction floor, inspecting one stall after another and when they had finally finished with the slaves, they had started on the weapon’s vendors. And despite only being present for an hour, Max had witnessed two public fights and another assassination that had occurred during a brawl. She half suspected that the fight was to cover up for the murder. And there would be more death tonight.

“Rest,” Max declared to the Trill. “Tonight, is blood night. During the dinner, the entertainment is provided by gladiators, among others, in fights to the death. It is not for the squeamish but I cannot risk leaving you here unattended. So, you have a choice to make. I can block your eyes so that you won’t have to see the matches or you can go as you are; and see it all.”

“And then there is the matter of the wager with Omari,” Mac continued, curious about her companion's thoughts now that they were alone. “What do you think I should do? What would you do? And remember what is at risk before you answer.”

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Max had instructed Pardus to rest and the Trill simply nodded as she moved over to the bed and lay down on her back. She didn't bother to remove any of the garments as she figured she'd have to wear something different tonight anyway. She closed her eyes and listened to Gentry as she stated that tonight would be heavy.  Weighing her decision she figured that if she'd see all the bloodshed, her medical background would probably make her want to react. An action that could jeopardize the mission.

"I think it'll be best if you block my eyes for the so called 'spectacle'." Pardus agreed on. As she was posed a next question about Omari's offer. Pardus thought it over subsequently. With a sigh she sat up and looked over at Max "Do you think you can win? Or well, are you sure that you can win?" she asked her as her eyes studied Gentry's eyes.

"Perhaps we owe it to the slaves to give it our best shot? Yet, I've put my life in your hands. I trust in your decision, regardless the outcome." she concluded eventually before she laid herself down once more and closed her eyes to rest.

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Max checked the edge on the d’k tahg a final time before sheathing it and setting it down on the table. She had earned that knife from a Klingon captain whose life she had saved during one of her first missions. She had spent the afternoon in quiet solitude, checking and rechecking everything, wanting to be prepared for any eventuality. A duel here was supposed to about as fair as one could get; cheating resulted in a swift execution, but they were all criminals, so thievery and mischief was a part of their creed.

Checking the time, Max realised that they had about an hour before they were due to attend to evening meal. Time enough for a quick shower to try and relax herself as she looked across at the bed and the Trill sprawled upon it. She almost considered taking liberties with her slave’s body again but something deep inside niggled at her. She usually ignored those when they came but with the duel tonight, she couldn’t afford the distraction and so chose the shower instead. But, wake Pardus first.

“Pardus, time to wake up,” Max called out as she crossed the room. “There is an hour before dinner, and you must get ready. Check the bags for an appropriate outfit. And don’t forget something to cover your eyes. Choose either a mask, blindfold or a hood,” she reminded her companion. “I’ll be in the shower. You may join me if you wish,” she finished, leaving the option open for the Trill doctor and mentally giving the niggle within the brush off. There was a difference between taking and accepting, even if taking was more fun.

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Waking up quite abruptly as Maxine woke her, Pardus opened her eyes. A daze over her as she got her bearings. She wasn't in the sanctuary of Federation space. No she was in unknown space, a slave for all intent and purposes. It had almost felt like a bad dream when she had drifted off into sleep, yet now reality hit her and it hit her hard. She breathed out and sat up, her naked frame causing to run a shiver down her spine.

Max left instructions for her and she took a few seconds as Max vanished into the bathroom. Pardus got up and walked over to the wardrobe, checking what she could wear and what not. She chose for a red dress, a dress that seemed to show rips and gashes throughout the frame. Causing for skin to show and undoubtedly put some of her spots on display. A well distraction for any opponent yet perhaps as well for Max. She made a mental not to ask her if it was appropriate or not.

As for a mask or a hood, she had more trouble. She didn't quite find anything that would be suitable. She decided to ask Max for a solution and walked over to the bathroom. The steam had filled the room and as the water splashed down on to the floor, she could make out the figure of Gentry. She let out a soft sigh, wondering if she had to join her or not. The scent of sex still on her, perhaps she would shower after the battle tonight.

"Max, I can't find anything appropriate to cover my eyes. Any suggestions on what I could use?"

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Max enjoyed the hot water cascading down her nude body, her mind occupied with thoughts of Pardus and what she was doing in the other room. She was enjoying herself a great deal and looked forward to more fun. It wasn’t often that she got to kill for the fun of it. It got her blood running and this time she wouldn’t have to go looking for someone to help her take the edge off afterwards She’d just use the Trill for her pleasure and probably return the favour even. Lovers were more attentive when they got something out of it. And Pardus was certainly easy on the eyes with her spots.

Words came to her through the steam and Max turned to see her slave standing there, watching her and waiting for an answer to her question. Turning the water off, Max stood in the enclosure, water running down her body, fully on show and not caring a wit. What did she have to be ashamed about? Her body was practically perfect for a Terran. Sure, other species were stronger, but Max would back herself against most of them

“Come to wash my thighs, have you?” Max wondered idly, ignoring the question for the moment. “I love a good rub before a fight.” Yes, she was being suggestive, practically vulgar even but why tread gently now? They were here and Pardus was hers. “Alas, we don’t have time,” she went on, walking into the main room without drying off. Moving over to her own bag, she reached into a side pocket and pulled out a bundle of fabric. Separating the items, she laid a blindfold and two hoods on the bed. They were almost identical in design, with one having small cat-like ears and only a cut-out for the mouth in each.

“Which would you like?” Max asked, folding her arms under her breasts. “And what did you choose to wear?”

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OOC: Ear-less Hood.
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