“Ma’am I didn’t know she was on a medical hold. My collar was outside. I knew this was her second time around, so I figured she was just playing the system. Hell, I might have done the same. This is the first time I’ve seen a 13-2 in the 10 years I’ve been in the navy.” York had been readily available for questioning. Katla wanted to get this done so she could finally claim her own prize so the Commodore’s Mast was now. York’s collar demanding honesty.
“So you didn’t ask a follow-up question because you fully felt she was lying?”
“I was horny ma’am. I’d not had a chance to make use of a slave yet because of work. I was about 90% sure she was lying and 10% worried she was telling the truth.” York clearly didn’t like admitting that fact. “So, I just had her suck me off to hedge the bets a bit and gave her a bit of a spanking. Her cheeks turned a real nice shade of red.” Judging by the sudden elevation in heart rate York hadn’t meant to add that on.
She had the last bit of facts now. There was only really one more question.
“Why did you decline Captain Ceije’s judgment?”
“You’re a Viking ma’am, you look sexy as hell in our colors, and I felt you would give me a better shake. She wanted to take my raid share and I didn’t think that was fair.” York informed her, Katla didn’t know if that second bit was an attempt at flattery but at least she knew it was honest. “The probation was fair enough but that was just a bit too far.”
“Thank you, petty officer.” Katla muted the line while she thought about what to do. She knew the fleet would be watching her decision closely.
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