Note: Been awhile, but trying to conclude this series. Feedback is welcome.

Trooper D'Vana Tendi lay nude in the bunk she shared with Cardassian Trooper Danar. She was waiting for her "man" to return from a private "conference" with Gul Demok. She couldn't help think it was so Cardassian to maintain their military ranks when they were essentially outlaws and pirates. The bastard still made her skin crawl, even though he was good in bed, often giving her genuine orgasms when they slept together.

She wondered what Danar thought of her. He seemed comfortable enough with her to cry on her shoulder literally, about the wife and son he lost when Lakarian City was destroyed by the Dominion; an act of retaliation for the Cardassian military switching sides to fight with the Allies during the battle of Cardassia. His loss was so tragic, she almost forgot how much she despised him, feeling genuine sympathy.

It started with her looking at a holophoto of his family by the bedside waiting for him to come back from another conference. He had come in to see her holding the picture, and got an unreadable expression, she tried to put the picture back. He moved quick, his strong hand grabbing her wrist and forcing her to hold on to the picture. His armor felt rough and cold against her nude body. He began to calmly tell her about his family and how much he loved them, spooning his naked Orion paramour Tendi.

By the time he finished he was literally crying on her shoulder about the Federation and their Klingon and and Romulan allies killing his family, even though it was the Dominion whom bombarded the city. In his mind the Federation never should have started the war with the Dominion. D'Vana joined Starfleet after the war, but even the neutral Orion's knew if the Federation hadn't mined the Bajoran wormhole, the Dominion would have quietly built up an invasion force to over run the Alpha and Beta quadrants. They were just using their Cardassian allies as a means to an end.

She kept wisely silent, and Danar finished and made her put the picture back. She then dutifully helped him out of his uniform, like a good bed girl, then laid back and let him fuck her. To be honest he was gentle, you could almost say they made love, though neither of them loved the other, D'Vana was sure. Still he was way gentler then usual, and as she cried out with a genuine powerful orgasm, Danar moaned out his dead wife's name. After he withdrew he fell asleep quickly, spooning her contently, leaving D'Vana wide awake with confused feelings. About Danar, about the honeytrap plan, about her place in the universe as an Orion Girl.

Her mind drifted back to how their relationship began. He'd been assigned as her monitor while she worked on the bio weapons for Kretok. She started rubbing her ass regularly, to stimulate the pheromone triggers Dr T'ana implanted in her ass. Her Orion sex pheromones regularly wafted over her Cardassian sentinel. She could tell he was itching to take her, but controlled himself.

She started doing little things like dropping her stylus or PADD, and ordering him to pick it up. He resisted and she threatened to call "Daddy Demok" if she didn't do as she said. He obeyed the first few times, her sex pheromones wafting over him. She knew he wanted to fuck her hard to re-establish his dominance, but he resisted. She didn't really want him in her green twat, or her other holes; but she needed him maximally distracted, most humanoid females knew Galaxy wide that pussy was the ticket to distracting and influencing their men. At least the one's who liked girls.

Danar had gone to Demok to complain, Daddy had summoned her to the meeting. He told Danar to do as she said, within reason, and picking up objects she dropped was well within that. He did give her an irritated glance, conveying how petty he thought her behavior was. She smiled at him coqetyishly, keep underestimating me because I'm female, you bastard!

Danar got his petty revenge by watching her shower. She ordered him out, but he said watching her at all times was a reasonable scope for his duties, she could complain to Demok, he agreed with him on this. She huffed like a little brat, but inwardly she smiled, rubbing her naked green ass to waft pheromone over him, he couldn't resist much longer, the Cardy bastard.

She ordered him to wrap her in a towel, his eyes narrowed but he was an obedient body servant, wrapping her gently without touching her lady parts. He stiffened a little right before he finished the wrap, she prepared herself, now he's going to take me, suppress your urge to fight back, girl, he needs to get his dick stuck in her honey pot, raises the odds of this crazy plan working.

The actual taking of her green butt was a total surprise for her. She'd truly accidentally dropped her hair brush, she covered by barking insolently at him to pick it up. Instead he moved faster then she would have credited him, she felt his strong hand press the side of her neck.

She went limp, she felt almost boneless. She. Couldn't. Fucking. Move. The bastard had hit an Orion nerve center/pressure point.

Like he read her thoughts, he said "Been reading up on Orion anatomy, you little fucking tease. What, surprised I'm literate? Anyway, my little twat, things are going to change around here, you're going to be a good girl for Daddy Danar, bitch! Now what should Daddy do with you, hmmmmm?" He made a huge show of contemplating it.

As he pondered, D'Vana felt exultant that her plan was working, his cock was going to be rammed deep in her honey pot. But she felt terrified and helpless to be so totally at his mercy. Was this how the other girls felt, being controlled by the whims of their pirate Masters? She thought dryly "Looks like our sisterly solidarity will be cemented by my good buddy Danar popping some green..."honey." Fuck!

Danar broke her reverie by saying, "I know, I'll paddle your cute green bottom, with your hairbrush!" Fuck he was going to be triggering massive waves of her Orion seduction pheromones, it could drive him crazy. Crazier. In her helpless state he might literally fuck her to death without realizing it. But there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing at all.

He roughly slammed her face down on her bunk, one of the two in the quarters Demok forced them to share. She felt her hands zipcuffed behind her back, then the towel roughly torn off of her. One held her neck pressure point, firmly pinning her face down on her bunk. He'd somehow recovered the hairbrush, and tapped it lightly on her nude bottom. He said slowly and with emphasis, "You insolent little bitch, I'm going to enjoy every last bit of this!"

The first swat came down. OW! FUCK that hurt! Number two. Ow, again! She knew he was receiving a massive blast in the face of her Orion pheromones, more than most males were ever dosed with at one time. And counting what she'd been exposing him to on a daily basis...Oh Fuck, no!

Three, four, five. A massive overdose of her female Orion sex hormones. Said female pinned face down and helpless by a Cardy hand. When she heard him throw the hairbrush aside, she knew he was going to take her, roughly. And painfully.

She couldn't even wiggle or squirm. She heard him fumble with his pants. Heard them drop and be kicked aside. She felt him spread her legs, and pant heavily as he lowered himself onto her helpless body.

The ancient Galactic ritual of conquering male and helpless female, with Trooper Danar and Ensign Tendi fulfilling their respective roles to perfection. It was hard. it was painful. He was so fucking rough. And she cried out with a powerful orgasm. Twice. One in perfect time as he came. Then he slumped against her spent.

When he freed her he backed off warily, expecting a fight, his senses coming back, knowing if he killed this girl, Demok would kill him slowly. But she was an excellent fighter for her size and gender. If she decided to retaliate...what could he do? Take a humiliating girl beat down or get jacked by Demok for hurting his little prodigy moneymaker.

She read that in his face, and wanted to stomp his ass. But that wasn't the plan. His dick was stuck in her honeypot. It needed to stay sweet to trap him their. She held out her hand for his "Let's go to bed, love." She purred seductively, "Daddy Danar."

He looked wary of another wristlock, like she put on him at their first meeting. She said in a whisper "No trick, love, just trust me." Now he was helpless, and had no choice. He tentatively took her hand and let her lead him to his bunk. She helped him take off his armor tunic and boots, then had him lay down first; then lay down, curving her nude green body against her conquerer. He gradually relaxed and drifted off.

And that was it. He took it for granted she was his girlfriend, and she obliged him. She looked for a time to move, and free the other girls, she couldn't see it, how could she keep them all from dying, the risk seemed unacceptable, but she knew, with time counting down, she had to initiate a move. But the lives of Beckett, Jennifer, Barnes, and a new girl captured in a raid on the planet were highly vulnerable...more so then her

As she lay alone, nude in the dark. Her Cardassian PADD beeped . Who--at;this hour? Danar telling her "Hey, honey, I'm going to be working late"?

It wasn't Danar. The message read "Honey, it's time to get your cute little ass in gear. Four other girls and the crew of the Cerritos depend on you, honey. Don't worry I'm here to help. We're taking the ship back from these bastards."

She knew whom it was and couldn't believe it. Her mentor? The Doctor? Wasn't she on the surface with the rest of the crew? How-it didn't matter. It really didn't. For the first time in weeks D'Vana felt hope swell in her breast. With the doctor here....they had a chance. Cerritos strong!

Kretok's perspective

Ah what could be better then a Terran bed wench? Two! A raid on the planet brought back another nubile young Terran Officer. Quickly stripped and groomed as his new slave.

What was her name? Chang something? She was of the Korean ethnicity? Light skin yet delicately curved eyes? Not that it mattered, she was just another Earther bed wench. A slave to lick his pole. He had two nude Starfleet girls, hands tied palm to palm behind their backs, to do that.

Dark skinned, nude Beckett on his right side licking up his shaft. Perspiration beautifully beading on her ebony skin. Gently curved eyes Chang, naked as Beckett, licking up the other side. Just as he ordered, when they reach the tip their tongues twine....he's about to blow...

""Kretok, I find you here playing with Terran slave girls, and we need to move, now! We need to cut our losses and go. We're being lulled into a trap. You capture one silly girl." She gestured absently at Chang. "That's not a coincidence. These five cunts are bait. If we don't cut our losses and sell them off now, those stinking Starfleet Ptaqs will get the advantage of us."

Both of his naked slave girls were dutifully licking and sucking, but their nervousness diminished their performance. K'Terra, his XO, fed, groomed and took care of them. But she also abused and disciplined them harshly. Both his bed girls had learned to dread K'Terra's lash. They were more afraid of her then of him. He had had enough.

He quick drew his disruptor and aimed at her. "Enough, woman! I will not be questioned on my own ship by a fucking female, even my own XO! Get out of my sight K'Terra! If you question me again I will kill you! Leave! Now!"

K'Terra looks mad, but knows he's not joking. She stalks off, muttering to herself. She's formidable, he knows he should be wary. But damned if he's going to be intimidated by a woman, on his own damn ship! Speaking of women....

"Beckett, lick my balls girl! Now! Chang, swallow my cock! I don't care if you choke! Do it bitch! Good girls..."

Beckett's ebony ass dutifully licks his balls; as Chang's pretty delicate mouth dutifully tried to suck him off mouth distorted and gagging on his Klingon cock. By Kahless, this was the life. He couldn't wait to blow his load in Chang's delicate little mouth...

Dr. T'Ana's perspective.

Normally she was a cat in a coat. Now the middle aged Catian female was a cat in a Starfleet Special ops combat suit. She was the wild card that night make this crazy plan work. She hoped.

She looked at the clandestine monitors set up in the Jefferies Tubes, D'Vana's old hide out. Beckett and Chang nude, face down, getting their bare asses whipped by a screaming K'Terra. She's obviously taking her anger at that oaf Kretok out on the hapless slave girl's bare asses. They can do nothing but keep their foreheads obediently planted to the deck, hoping for the abuse to end.

Slave Girl Spots, formerly Ensign Barnes, having beer after beer forced on her by her human and Nausican Masters. She doesn't want to get drunk with these two cretins, but she's a slave, she has no choice. She huddles in a corner, wearing her pink thing bikini, nervously nursing her beer and staring terrified at her leering masters.

Demok, insisting on poor blue skinned Jennifer giving him sex. He doesn't even really want it tonight. But the arrogant prick likes the control of making poor, demure Jennifer do it every night, knowing she never wants to. The Andorian girl's head antenna twitch as that debonair monster bangs her.

No monitor for her sweet little Tendi. They made the poor girl share a room with some horny, Cardy villain, her sex pheromones probably causing him to do vile things to the poor girl. The Catian hopes her young pupil got her message. They need to move now.

The Catian can't bear to see these poor young women exploited , and turns her eyes away. This brings back memories, bad ones. A stranded medical ship. M'Dok and Kzin felinoids taking advantage of a young Catian doctor..

Her tablet dings, bringing her back. D'Vana got the message. "Doctor T'Ana, I'm with you. Got a plan. Going to invite our bois to a beach party on the holodeck, five sexy girls, beer and BBQ. Perfect place to make some moves, if you catch my drift. The Bois de are about to get their stuck dicks chopped off. D'Vana."

About fucking time you fucking got a pair of ovaries, girl! Don't worry girls, Mommy's here, it's time to fight back. The sleekly dangerous Catian woman extended her claws with smile. Time to neuter some Bois playing pirate...

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