Meet the Mrs.

Posted on Sun Jul 30th, 2023 @ 6:00am by Captain Rhenora Kaylen & Commander Jenna Ramthorne & Commander Savar cha'Salik hei-Surak Talek-sen-deen & Lieutenant Commander Aurora Vali & Remal Kajun

Mission: Repairs and Retribution
Location: Kunar Mining Camp
Timeline: TBD

Rhenora was shaken but concealed it well. Having let her guard down to rest had resulted in a calculated breach of her personal space and messed with her mind. She knew it was precisely what they had planned, and had been executed thus.

Escorted out of the cell she was taken to a washroom and stripped of her clothes, dignity bared and powerless to protest lest the disruptor still aimed at her head from two guards find their mark. There was a shower in the corner and she was thrown a bar of soap. "Wash, The Mrs does not tolerate filth."

Without complaint the Starfleet Captain washed, soaping her body and limbs and sudsing up her hair before standing under the ice cold shower to rinse. At least she smelt better. A nearly folded bundle of clothes were placed on the nearby bench, followed by a comb and a toothbrush. Taking her time yet not procrastinating enough for them to punish her Rhenora worked through her personal grooming. Slipping on the Cardassian prison garb and soft shoes, then dragging the comb through her tangled locks. The pants cut into her swollen midsection, forcing her to lower the waistband for comfort.

The guard reviewed the completed result as though inspecting an animal. "Turn'" he ordered, roughly swiveling her to inspect all angles. "I was not informed of this…development. The Mrs will not be pleased." He muttered, indicating the small but noticeable bump that peaked out from the ill fitting clothes. "Watch her" he ordered the other guards before exiting. The sound of a replicator could be heard nearby, another tidbit of information she filed in the back of her mind should escape present itself.

He returned a few minutes later with a dress made of the same plain fabric. "Change!" She complied without uttering a sound, knowing full well that whoever was waiting for her wanted her alive, at least for now.

"Better" the guard advised after he made her turn again, inspecting the result and finding it of an acceptable standard for his master. Rhenora's mind was still running through a list of possible candidates as to this 'masters' identity. There was a number that it could possibly be, although the presence of Savar and Aurora at the mine indicated whoever it was was connected to Gul Maccet in some way.

Savar and Aurora watched in silence as Rhenora was stripped and made to dress in drab prison garb and led away. Once Rhenora was out of sight the guards turned their attention to the pair. "Strip completely, both of you, and step in the showers." The Commander tossing a bar of soap to them. "Get good and clean the Mistress does not like her guests to be dirty."

Savar caught the bar of soap and stepped under the cold water of the shower and began to wash. The cold water doing little to soothe the ache in his muscles. he was also acutely aware that is was just another opportunity for the Cardassians to humiliate the trio by watching them bathe in the nude.

Aurora looked at Savar before doing as she was instructed, turning her back to the guards as best as she could so as not to give them too much of a show she washed feeling so much better for it.

Once Savar and Aurora had finished bathing, they were given towels to dry off with and prison jumpsuits to wear. Aurora was allowed to comb her hair out, freeing it of tangles. They were then both bound again. hands behind their backs and feet shackled. It seemed like overkill but Savar was sure the Cardassians were doing it to show the Federation prisoners just how hopeless their situation was.

"She is waiting, move!" A disruptor in her spine forced the Bajoran to move forward, stumbling slightly as her feet adjusted from supportive highly engineered Starfleet boots to almost non existent soft soled shoes. A black blindfold was applied before they left the washroom, concealing her vision. Centering her balance she walked, flanked by two guards with the soldier out in front guided by their hand on her arms roughly turning when necessary.

Ushered from the mouth of the mine, and through a set of guard towers like ominous stone pillars marking the entrance to a compound. They were ceremonially marched across the dry dirt of a barren courtyard hundreds of yards uphill towards a centralized compound. Cardassian design always seemed to reflect the leader in the center most place of importance.

Some time later they stopped at a large metal outer door which gave way to a long hallway which appeared more homely than military compound like. As they walked down a long corridor several rooms could be seen on either side, all dark, lifeless as though not used in quite some time. At last they came to a large opulent wooden door and stopped, a chime was rung, and they waited.

Rhenora focused on her breathing, readying herself mentally for what was to come. Every muscle fiber in her being screamed that there was nothing good about what was to happen next. She stared at the doors and tried to ascertain the identity behind them, Cardassian carvings depicted many seductive cartouches overlaid with floral and natural themes. Absolutely nothing that would help her in any way.

A guard entered, was gone only but a minute before returning. He addressed the three of them. "You will speak only when spoken to. You will not look directly at the Mrs. or you will be whipped. Act out of line and your tongue will be used to clean the floor of the privies, do I make myself clear?"

Rhenora knew better than to speak, she needed intel on this 'Mrs' so she could formulate a plan. Who was this woman and why was she putting them through all this? She was clearly the master of this particular operation.

Savar with Aurora next to him, listened to the instructions. He saw Rhenora had also been brought in and she was blindfolded but beyond appearing tired didn't look to have been beaten or abused. He kept his gaze lowered and simply nodded as the guard gave them instructions.

With her eyesight taken, Rhenora's other senses heightened. She could hear the slow and steady breathing of Savar nearby. Having worked with the man for so long she could tell it was him merely by the faint Vulcan scent and the tone of his breath. If he were here undoubtably Aurora would be also.

She waited.

Savar kept his head down but gave a quick glance to his right to check on Aurora. She was still but her breathing was elevated. Then another quick glance to his left to look at Rhenora. She was composed, breathing normally as she stood there waiting along with Savar and Auora for the 'Mrs.' to arrive.

TBC