Wanda was mad at herself, she had shown vulnerability in front of her new master, a master who had been nothing but kind to her, she had shown emotion to the woman who owned her and cried in her arms. If her trainers would have seen her now, she would get a beating from here to Tatooine.

Her master had taken her from the medbay towards her bedroom chambers, a single person, and then her master had left off, to take care of the autopilot.

Now Wanda sat here, on her knees waiting for her mistress to return. She eyes the bedroll, which looked more comfortable than what she had been sleeping on for the past eight months during her training.

'Whores like you sleep on the fucking floor.' Still echoed through her head, her Dowutin handler had always been cruel, with regular beatings if she misbehaved. The large orangy creature so different than her new mistress seemed, brutish where she came over as kind.

But kind as she seemed, she would not lay in her bed, no matter how comfortable it was. She didn't know the woman yet and taking someone else's bed without permission was not a good way to start the bond between slave and master, especially when the only orders she had been given had been that she should run.

So, she sat on the floor, on her knees, waiting for any form of a command. The temperature was comfortable in the room, and her given clothes felt so good against her skin. Wanda was trained to sleep on anything that was commanded and if she had been allowed to, she would have fallen asleep in this kneeling position, but now she silently fought against the upcoming sleep, hoping her mistress would come soon.

Said mistress sat in her pilot's seat, filing her report of the event. It was then that a holo came in for her.

'Master Fury,' She said, smiling at the sight of her old master.

'Jedi Knight Romanov.' He said sternly, but the twinkle in his one working eye told her that he was glad to see her. 'The council has spoken and deemed you ready for your next step.'

'Does that mean what I think it does?' She asked, having requested a padawan long ago.

'You are getting a padawan.' Fury told her. 'So, it is up to you to teach her all that I taught you.'

'When will I meet her?' She asked, closing her eyes and letting go of emotions.

'We'll both be meeting you at the raft,' Fury explained. 'We should reach it in half a rotation, how far along are you?'

'We are there a little after you arrive, master.' Natasha read from the navicomp.

'And your mission?' He asked.

'Went well,' She told him all about her mission but failed to mention the lifeform she picked up. Not sure whether her attachment to the slave girl could mean her expulsion.

'You did good, Romanov.' Fury said. 'Get some rest, meditate a bit and get your ass over here.'

'Any other news from the council?' The redhead asked.

'Yoda has landed on Kashyyyk and Kenobi has flown to Utapau.' He summed up. 'With a bit of luck, the war is over soon.'

'I'm glad that I was still allowed to do solo missions, master.' She told him. 'I would not want to have an army behind me. I work alone.'

'Your padawan will like you, Jedi Knight.' He chuckled. 'Working with these clones is not that bad, CC-1010 is one of the best men I've ever fought with.'

'I'll take it into consideration,' Natasha said. 'Maybe the clones aren't that bad, but it just sounds too much like slavery to me.'

'I know your sentiment, Romanov.' Fury said. 'But it is different, they are not mindless beasts.'

'And slaves are?' She calmed herself, knowing how much emotion she showed when discussing the subject. 'I have just helped liberate thousands of slaves in an underground trade ring, which was on a Republic System. We are supposed to be better.'

'You haven't freed them, per se.' Fury's dark complexion grew pale. 'The Republic bombed the place to bits.'

'I need to meditate on this.' Natasha turned off the holo and slumped back in her chair. All the other slaves she hadn't been able to help. All dead just because the Republic decided that bombing was the right thing to do. Natasha didn't agree with what the republic had become, nor with the war. The Jedi weren't soldiers, they were peace brokers. What good had she done for all those slaves, she had saved one.

That brought her mind back to Wanda. Wanda, who was broken but incredibly sweet. All of the slaves were supposed to live but Natasha was glad that Wanda got out. The brunette didn't deserve any of this and Natasha would take care of her until she found a place to stay for her.

She decided on making a proper meal for the young woman, as she walked to her kitchen in the ship. As a Jedi, she didn't need as much food as many other beings. It was a nice feature, but it did mean that there wasn't much to choose from, mainly some dry bread paste that could be mixed with water to create a nutritious, albeit bland meal.

She walked with a tray of bread towards her chambers, expecting the girl that had come across as tired to sleep in her bed. She was shocked when she found the woman on her knees on the floor.

'What are you doing?' She asked, putting down the tray in front of Wanda.

'Waiting for a command, mistress.' The girl said, eyeing the bread longingly.

'There will be no command, and please don't call me mistress.' She told Wanda.

'What do you want me to call you, mistress?' Wanda asked.

'Romanov, everyone calls me Romanov.' She gently squeezed Wanda's hand.

'I was taught not to use the name everyone uses.' Wanda recited. 'A bond between slave and master is special and should be kept sacred and not soiled with common names.'

'Call me, Nat, then.' Natasha said it had been years since she even said her own name. 'Come, Wands, I made you something.'

'Do you want me to feed you?' Wanda asked with big eyes.

'No, goddess, no.' Natasha said with a pained expression. 'It is yours, well, it is ours. But you need to eat.'

'This is too fancy for me, isn't there a bar I can eat.' Wanda pushed the tray closer to Natasha. 'Mistress, I can't eat this. This is your food.'

'You are eating this, we share.' Natasha told her, pushing the tray back to Wanda. 'We eat it because we are equals.'

'But we're not, I'm your slave, I'm whore.' Wanda said.

'You are Wanda, and you are free.' Natasha said. 'Please eat, do this for me, I won't have you starve.'

'This is delicious!' Wanda exclaimed after eating one little bite of the bland bread.

'If you like this, you should try the food on Naboo or Alderaan,' Natasha chuckled as she saw Wanda mauling the piece of bread. 'I'll take you there if you want.'

'I'd love to see anything other than dried-up wasteland.' Wanda said with her mouthful of food.

'Here, drink.' Natasha handed her a glass of blue milk, which Wanda gulped down eagerly. The redhead chuckled as she wiped down the blue moustache on the former slave's upper lip. Only then did she notice how tired she was, not having slept for over a week, only meditation keeping her going for the time being.

'I'm going to bed,' She announced after they had eaten. 'You should get some sleep too.'

Natasha stood up and rolled herself into bed, pulling the covers over her and turning around. 'What are you doing?' She asked Wanda, who was curled up on the floor, with her head on her arms.

'I'm going to sleep mistress as you told me to.' She looked frightened, maybe she was afraid of having displeased Natasha.

'But you're on the floor, that can't be comfortable.' Natasha stated.

'The floor is where someone like me belongs, mistress.' Wanda recited.

'Why don't you join me in bed?' Natasha lifted the covers and made some room for Wanda. 'And please, call me Nat.'

'Okay, mistress.' She said with a bit of dread in her voice.

Natasha watched with shock as Wanda climbed into bed with her, then climbed on top of the redhead before removing the upper-tunic from her body revealing pierced nipples on teardrop tits.

'Wanda, what are you doing?' She asked, regaining her voice after Wanda had grabbed her hands and placed one on Wanda's hip and the other on her breast.

'My duty.' She told Natasha, leaning down, trying to kiss her.

'Wanda, no!' Natasha exclaimed, rolling them over so that Natasha was on top now.

'But this is my duty.' Wanda looked at her mistress before reciting what her handler had told her as he had made her watch two fellow slaves having sex. 'The only time your master invites you into their bed is to fuck you. To be used however they want it and to please your master is a slave's highest honour. A slav-.'

Wanda stopped when she saw tears fall from her new mistress' eyes, rolling down her pale cheeks. 'Mistress, are you okay?'

'I am so, so sorry.' Natasha leaned down and hugged the woman underneath her. 'Nobody will ever hurt you again.'

'I'm okay, I just want to please you, Mistress.' Wanda whispered. 'You are kinder than anyone I could imagine, now let me do my duty.'

'No, Wanda, you won't ever have to again.' Natasha told her, still embracing the woman. 'You're free, I've freed you already.'

'You don't have to,' Wanda told her, comfortable in the arms of the Jedi. 'I want to serve you.'

'I won't let you,' Natasha said. 'I can't let you.'

'But I don't have any other purpose in life.' Wanda was crying now as well. 'And I don't want to leave you, please let me stay with you.'

'I'll let you stay, but as my companion, as equal, not as a slave.' Natasha proposed after a good minute of thinking. 'I'll protect you, but on one condition.'

'Anything,' Wanda looked up at her. 'I just want to stay with you mistress.'

'I'll keep you with me,' She stated. 'If you stop calling me mistress; if you realize that you are not my slave, but my equal. If you eat normal meals and sleep in a bed. Don't wait for commands, if you feel more comfortable you can ask for permission. I will not have you crawl or kneel for me; we are equals.'

'Yes, mistress.' Wanda told her. 'I will, Mistress.'

'What was the first rule?' Natasha asked.

'I'm not allowed to call you mistress, mistress.' Her eyes turned wide, and she seemed to shrink. 'Do I need to be punished now, Nat?'

'No,' Natasha told her with a soothing voice. 'I don't own you; I can't punish you. And you just called me Nat, so I'm happy.'

'Thank you, mis- Nat.'

'Do you want your shirt back?' Natasha asked.

'This is more comfortable if you don't mind.' Wanda curled up as Natasha held her. The redhead turned off the lights with her voice and the two women started to descend into the land of dreams and slumber.

'Nat, do you not want me because I'm not pretty enough?' Wanda asked after minutes of silence.

'Wands,' Natasha opened her eyes. 'You are beautiful, but not like this. I could never while you feel like my servant.'

'Not like this?' Wanda asked, she turned around and snuggled into Natasha's chest.

'Yes, pretty girl.' Natasha cooed, for the time being not focusing on the fact that she hadn't used the "I'm a Jedi" excuse, which was the most prominent one but seemed to be forgotten as she held the half-naked girl in her arms.

'Good night, Mistress.' Wanda whispered against her chest.

'Night, Wands.' She kissed the top of her head.