Fic: Captive of the Red Vixen, Part Eleven
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jeriendhalI'm probably going to the Special Hell for making poor Rolas wear that outfit...
The next morning the Red Vixen returned, a set of civilian clothing under her arm. She was dressed today, if you could call it that, in a crimson bandeau and an outrageously short skirt in the same color, along with her usual gun belt, accented by gold bangles on her wrists.
“What’s that for?” he asked, as she handed the bundle to him.
“We’re docked with a space station, in orbit around T’lesha” she told him. “I intend to take you out for a walk.”
“I beg your pardon? I thought I was to remain here.”
“Yes, well...” She ducked her face down. “I’m not happy about your situation. Given what you have said, what has happened to your family, I would not have attacked the Sallivera had I known what I do now. I would like to make amends, at least in some way. I can start by taking you out of this cell and letting you get some fresh air.”
“Planetside?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And what’s to stop me from running up to the nearest constable and shouting, ‘Help, help, I’ve been kidnapped by an underdressed pirate?’”
She tapped a datapad clipped to her belt. “Well, for one thing, I’ve got paperwork here stating quite clearly that you’re a commoner legally indentured to me, in exchange for a remarkably high debt. So the likely result is that he’d just hand you back. For another…” She flashed a ring on her right hand. Surrounded by a ring of small rubies was a tiny lcd display, blinking “1 meter” repeatedly. “This is a short-range version of the same proximity sensor mounted on the door. Try to run more than five meters from me and it’s nap time.”
“Less obtrusive than a physical leash,” he was forced to admit.
“Oh, I’ve got one of those too, if you prefer.” She flashed him one of her bright smiles, and he decided not to try and test her claim.
“I’ll think I’ll get dressed now,” he said, and took the packet of clothing into his room. A moment later he was sticking his head out the door to tell her, “I can’t wear this!”
“What’s wrong, don’t the pants fit?”
“They aren’t pants, they’re shorts. Tight shorts. Tight suede shorts. Furthermore, there’s no top included.”
“Yes there is,” she said.
He waved a wide, red leather band at her, the same color as the shorts and her own outfit. “This is not a shirt, it’s a sash.”
“That goes on top. Ergo, it’s a top. Oh, and don’t forget the armbands.”
“I’m not wearing the armbands.” They were also of red leather, large enough to almost completely cover his forearms, with polished buckles and gold plated d-rings at the wrists whose purpose he didn’t care to speculate on.
“Do you want to leave this cell or not?”
“Yes,” he growled.
“Then we’re playing dress-up. This world does a lot of business with entrepreneurs like myself, so I’ll expect you to look like the part.”
“What is my part?” he demanded.
“Cabin boy,” she replied, gracing him with one of her dazzling smiles. A few minutes later when he emerged from his quarters, she clapped her hands in delight, as he felt more naked than when he'd been wearing the paper hospital gown back in the infirmary. "Marvelous! Do know what wearing that says to the world about you?"
"I'm the captive of a vixen with a fetish for exibitionism?"
"Oh, haw, haw. You're saying to the world, 'I care nothing for what other people think of me.'"
"Yes, because they're all thinking, 'How does he keep from catching a cold, dressing like that?"
"You're developing a sense of humor, Lord Rolas."
"Just Rolas, if I'm supposed to be your cabin boy, I think."
She nodded approvingly. "And you're a quick study. Come along."
She led him out of the brig and to the ship's armoury, where to his surprise she went up to the creo manning the booth and said, "Please issue the weapon I ordered for Lord Rolas here." The creo came back in a moment with a gunbelt and a heavy stunner, identical to the one that the Red Vixen habitually wore.
"What's this?" he asked in surprise, as she handed it over.
"Sorry, I was making a joke earlier. You aren't my cabin boy for this trip, you're my bodyguard. That's your weapon. It's not carrying a charge of course, but it's been modified to appear as if it does."
"And what are you supposed to use for an actual bodyguard?" he asked, buckling the belt. The familiar weight of the weapon, even if its utility was illusionary, was comforting.
“T’lesha is a civilized world. I hardly need an actual bodyguard down there.” He gave her a stare, crossing his arms until she relented. “All right, there will be someone following us. But you’re to be my public muscle.”
“Thank you. I didn’t think you were that foolish.”
“What, you don’t want even the opportunity to try and bash me over the head and make a run for it?” she teased.
Rolas opened his mouth, closed it, caught his temper, then started to speak again. “I wouldn’t do that to you, or any other vixen.”
Her face darkened, and he briefly wished he could take back his words. “Thank you, Rolas,” she said, her voice gone almost Farm Noble formal.
They sat in silence next to each other for the entire shuttle trip downside.
TBC
The next morning the Red Vixen returned, a set of civilian clothing under her arm. She was dressed today, if you could call it that, in a crimson bandeau and an outrageously short skirt in the same color, along with her usual gun belt, accented by gold bangles on her wrists.
“What’s that for?” he asked, as she handed the bundle to him.
“We’re docked with a space station, in orbit around T’lesha” she told him. “I intend to take you out for a walk.”
“I beg your pardon? I thought I was to remain here.”
“Yes, well...” She ducked her face down. “I’m not happy about your situation. Given what you have said, what has happened to your family, I would not have attacked the Sallivera had I known what I do now. I would like to make amends, at least in some way. I can start by taking you out of this cell and letting you get some fresh air.”
“Planetside?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And what’s to stop me from running up to the nearest constable and shouting, ‘Help, help, I’ve been kidnapped by an underdressed pirate?’”
She tapped a datapad clipped to her belt. “Well, for one thing, I’ve got paperwork here stating quite clearly that you’re a commoner legally indentured to me, in exchange for a remarkably high debt. So the likely result is that he’d just hand you back. For another…” She flashed a ring on her right hand. Surrounded by a ring of small rubies was a tiny lcd display, blinking “1 meter” repeatedly. “This is a short-range version of the same proximity sensor mounted on the door. Try to run more than five meters from me and it’s nap time.”
“Less obtrusive than a physical leash,” he was forced to admit.
“Oh, I’ve got one of those too, if you prefer.” She flashed him one of her bright smiles, and he decided not to try and test her claim.
“I’ll think I’ll get dressed now,” he said, and took the packet of clothing into his room. A moment later he was sticking his head out the door to tell her, “I can’t wear this!”
“What’s wrong, don’t the pants fit?”
“They aren’t pants, they’re shorts. Tight shorts. Tight suede shorts. Furthermore, there’s no top included.”
“Yes there is,” she said.
He waved a wide, red leather band at her, the same color as the shorts and her own outfit. “This is not a shirt, it’s a sash.”
“That goes on top. Ergo, it’s a top. Oh, and don’t forget the armbands.”
“I’m not wearing the armbands.” They were also of red leather, large enough to almost completely cover his forearms, with polished buckles and gold plated d-rings at the wrists whose purpose he didn’t care to speculate on.
“Do you want to leave this cell or not?”
“Yes,” he growled.
“Then we’re playing dress-up. This world does a lot of business with entrepreneurs like myself, so I’ll expect you to look like the part.”
“What is my part?” he demanded.
“Cabin boy,” she replied, gracing him with one of her dazzling smiles. A few minutes later when he emerged from his quarters, she clapped her hands in delight, as he felt more naked than when he'd been wearing the paper hospital gown back in the infirmary. "Marvelous! Do know what wearing that says to the world about you?"
"I'm the captive of a vixen with a fetish for exibitionism?"
"Oh, haw, haw. You're saying to the world, 'I care nothing for what other people think of me.'"
"Yes, because they're all thinking, 'How does he keep from catching a cold, dressing like that?"
"You're developing a sense of humor, Lord Rolas."
"Just Rolas, if I'm supposed to be your cabin boy, I think."
She nodded approvingly. "And you're a quick study. Come along."
She led him out of the brig and to the ship's armoury, where to his surprise she went up to the creo manning the booth and said, "Please issue the weapon I ordered for Lord Rolas here." The creo came back in a moment with a gunbelt and a heavy stunner, identical to the one that the Red Vixen habitually wore.
"What's this?" he asked in surprise, as she handed it over.
"Sorry, I was making a joke earlier. You aren't my cabin boy for this trip, you're my bodyguard. That's your weapon. It's not carrying a charge of course, but it's been modified to appear as if it does."
"And what are you supposed to use for an actual bodyguard?" he asked, buckling the belt. The familiar weight of the weapon, even if its utility was illusionary, was comforting.
“T’lesha is a civilized world. I hardly need an actual bodyguard down there.” He gave her a stare, crossing his arms until she relented. “All right, there will be someone following us. But you’re to be my public muscle.”
“Thank you. I didn’t think you were that foolish.”
“What, you don’t want even the opportunity to try and bash me over the head and make a run for it?” she teased.
Rolas opened his mouth, closed it, caught his temper, then started to speak again. “I wouldn’t do that to you, or any other vixen.”
Her face darkened, and he briefly wished he could take back his words. “Thank you, Rolas,” she said, her voice gone almost Farm Noble formal.
They sat in silence next to each other for the entire shuttle trip downside.
TBC
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Date: 2008-08-05 07:35 am (UTC)Hmmm, this will be an interesting trip...
looking forward for the next part :)
And, Thank You, Royce.
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