D'Vana implored her "boyfriend" the big Cardassian Trooper Danar. "C'mon Dan, loosen up, it'll be fun!, We all need to unwind and what better than relaxing on a Risa beach, with lots of beer and 5 scantily clad babes?"

Trooper Danar, formerly of the Cardassian Guard, now part of Kretok's Rogues, looked dubious. "Some silly human mating ritual? Really, D'Vana? For someone who's seen the decadence and immorality of Terran Society close up, you sure do embrace some of its worst aspects. Why would I mingle with Klingons, Nausican and," He made a disgusted scowl "Humans, while drinking intoxicants and thinking about trading mates? You're my mate now D'Vana, and all that I'd ever need." He clapped her shoulder and said it with such sincerity. D'Vana was almost touched, feeling very conflicted.

A steely, cynical voice spoke up inside her head "He spanked you with your hair brush then essentially raped you. Afterwards he took it for granted you were his girlfriend when you showed no anger for what he'd done. Not even sorry, or maybe I was a little rough our first time, apologies, babe. No he takes you for granted with no remorse. Plan or no plan, it speaks to his character."

She pulled herself up. The voice was right, her silly little conflicted feelings didn't matter. Beckett, Jennifer, Barnes and Chang, as well as the entire crew of the Cerritos were depending on her to pull through. She would not fail them.

"Isn't doing the same routine every day boring you, Danar? A little change to our boring work, eat, fuck, wash, repeat routine would be great. I never said Terrans are all bad. They love to party and cut loose, they're reputed to be the best at it. If nothing else we could sit back and watch Gregg, Larry, Beckett and Chang, get drunk. I've drank with humans inebriated, they're great for laughs. C'mon, I'll protect you from the advances of those four other hussies. What do you say, Dan?"

He quirked an amused boyish smile. But his voice was hard when he said "It would conveniently gather you girls together, Trill, Human and Andorian women are as devious as they are sensuous. There's an ancient Cardassian saying about not letting scheming women gather." He folded his arms and gazed sternly at her for her rebuttal. He was being a tough sell.

She sighed inwardly as she casually rubbed her ass to release her sex pheromones. Time for what Beckett called "Pussy Persuasion Time." She glared back at her sentry and lover.

"Okay, big tough pirates, convicts and former soldiers are afraid of five diminutive young women. Help me understand this? You and Demok have Jennifer and I as your Space Wives, Spots has two mates who watch her every move, and poor Beckett and Chang. Not only are they forced to serve as Kretok's bed wenches, the lowest helots in Klingon slaves hierarchy; but every moment not fucking and sucking is spent under K'Terra's lash. You domesticated us, shows how paranoid you fucking males are about female power that us gathered at an innocent party frightens you. What are you scared of, we're going to throw our sanitary pads at you? Men!" She scoffed and stamped her petite foot.

She could tell her little speech wounded his pride, and her pheromones washing over him were affecting his judgement. Time to slather on the honey. They were currently in the Medical Bay on the Cerritos. None of the Pirates used it. The Gre'thor had its own small Klingon ill equipped sickbay. Since the pirate band was Klingon run, with their contempt for giving in to injury and illness, few used it. It wasn't likely anyone would walk in on them.

Still, better safe than sorry. She stated "Computer, lock Medical Bay Access code Omega Three Alpha." Only Kretok, Demok, Aetor or K'Terra could override that. They'd argued vehemently against giving her such high lockout authorization. She'd countered that if a bioweapon or Beastie she was working on got lose because of some idiot pirate crew unlocking the wrong door, they all were fucked royally. The three males voted to give her their command access code, K'Terra voted against scowling at D'Vana when she was outvoted by the men. She stalked off muttering about "Stupid Orion Pheromones."

Danar looked wary and his hand drifted toward his sidearm when she activated the lockout. She giggled "Relax, Silly." she said as she rubbed her ass to release more Orion female pheromones. "I just want to take this opportunity to show you what I'm wearing to the beach, babeee."

He still looked on guard as she removed her Cardassian Uniform and Armor. When she stood barefoot before him in an pink thong bikini he finally seemed to relax and gaze on her with interest...she rubbed her ass to release more pheromones.

"This is what I'm wearing if you help me persuade the Command Quad (Kretok, K'Terra, Demok, and Aetor) to have a special beach party, only for our special men." Danar seemed to lose all control and made a clumsy, flat foot grab for her.

She danced away easily on the balls of her feet, once again confounding the man with her superior martial arts skills. She said "Now, Dan, it's not going to be that easy, got to catch me first, big boy." Just the thought of the game seemed to arouse him as he lunged forward.

She danced and dodged as he chased her around the Medical Bay; rubbing her ass to blast him with her sex pheromones. She was younger, more endurant and agile, she could have worn him down then taken him down easily. But that would come later, right now she needed his dick jammed in her pot to the hilt for the Honey Trap to work. She finally let him catch her.

He wasted no time getting her in a wrist lock and forcing her to bend over face smashed into a computer panel. He roughly kicked her legs apart, after pulling down her thong and telling her to kick it to the side.

When he entered her she gasped, but they knew each other so intimately now, they settled into a steady rhythm, Danar thrusting and breathing heavy, D'Vana gasping and moaning. Her face was so jammed into the computer screen her breath left condensation and even a little saliva on the screen, her nose uncomfortably banged into the screen with each thrust. She was sure he enjoyed rough sex as a way to put her in her place for taking him down in their first meeting. Tendi thought "To be honest, I like it too, he's even better then the Orion guys I fucked when I was Mistress Of The Winter Constellations." She winced then cried out with orgasm, a few moments before he came. She had a random thought about her contraceptive implant holding. Another hard thrust banged her head against the computer screen. She didn't know if Cardassians and Orion's could interbreed, but she didn't want to pop out a little Danar with green skin nine months from now.

Once he orgasmed, he was the tender mate that always made her feel confused. As he helped her straighten up from the computer console, he seemed contrite at the bruises and scrapes he'd left on her from taking her so hard. "Did I hurt you, D'Vana, I'm sorry, I-" she held a green hand to his lips.

"Buster, I had Twink slave Bois on my pirate ship that fucked Mistress Of The Winter Constellations harder then you, don't flatter yourself, Cardy Boi." She smiled disarmingly at him to show she was playing, sort of.

He smirked, but then got a serious expression and enfolded her in a gentle embrace. Nuzzling her neck as she pulled up her pink thong bottom he said "Dear D'Vana, I'll do all I can to see you get your silly little party, if it means so much to you...my little sweet." He gently led her to a medical bed and pulled her down with him, just wanting to hold her.

When he started to snore, she slipped from his arms, slipping a pillow into them to hopefully decoy him into slumbering peacefully. She slipped away from him to her work console, if he woke up, she could say she has some things to catch up on to satisfy Demok.

The maintenance schedule was still available under her old Starfleet access, fortunately. Jennifer and Barnes had their access severely restricted. Beckett and Chang had so little freedom no one had bothered modifying their computer access, considering they were usually restrained and heavily supervised. That could come in handy if I can free them.

One thing at a time. She pulled up Barnes's maintenance schedule, and found the Jefferies Tube she'd be working in today. She looked back at the peacefully slumbering Danar. A moment of confusion swept over her. Then she sent out her signal to the captive Ops Ensign.

A middle aged Catian watched her young Orion protege from a crawlspace above the Medical Bay. She wanted to neuter the bastard with her claws for taking her sweet, young D'Vana so roughly, but held her peace. It was part of the plan. But she was concerned about the young green girl's seemingly confused reaction to his pathetic schmoozing and apology. Males! So sweet and tender AFTER they get what they want. The Feline doctor hoped her young woman didn't fall for her Cardy boyfriend's act.

Barnes's perspective

Slavegirl Spots, formerly Starfleet Officer Barnes, did her standard clean and inspect of isolinear relays. She found one that looked like it needed replacing, pulled it out, and placed a new one in from her maintenance carry pack. She slotted the old one from where she retrieved the new one, carefully labeling it OOC with a small sticker.

Then a flashing light blinked at her from a standard digital readout to her right. Tendi's signal for "Are you alone, can we talk?" She casually punched 9 on the rather crude touchscreen, signaling "Yes, go ahead."

Slowly a message flashed across the screen "Girl's Table tonight in The Mess Hall, big party planned, be extra nice to your Masters until then, we have a nice, big, sexy surprise for our men."

Slavegirl Spot's heart leapt, they were finally making a move! She'd had her doubts about Tendi. As the only woman member of the crew, instead of a slave, she'd taken over leadership of Operation Honeypot from poor Mariner. But then she'd done nothing for two weeks, apparently just banging her Cardy boyfriend and strutting around in that enemy uniform. Had the green girl been nothing but a cold hearted pirate all along, selling out her friends for a piece of Kretok's plundered gains? Apparently not, if she read the message right.

Girl's Table was something Tendi and Jennifer had sweet talked their men into doing, letting them eat together at the Cerritos Mess hall. Tendi and Jennifer managed to convince Demok to pressure Spot's Masters into letting her sit with them too. Gregg had been livid, Raerting amused, like most of the Pirates. They liked to leer and smirk at the pretty girls gossiping vapidly together, who could be threatened by these chattering, vacuous females?

Spots was disappointed that nothing of substance was discussed, though she drew some strength from Jennifer and even the seemingly wavering D'Vana. But she hated having poor Beckett or Chang assigned to serve them. Jennifer and Barnes stared at their tormented shipmates with deep concern. D'Vana ignored them like they were beneath her, ordering and waving them about their duties.The forcibly muted Beckett and Chang tried to catch her eyes and she ignored them. Yeah, Barnes was really starting to doubt their new leader.

Until now, Tendi had finally decided to make a move. Barnes wasn't sure about this, "party" but she'd have to trust D'Vana would give her what she'd need to know, when she needed to know it. As for buttering up her Masters, especially, Greg, ugh, yuck. A woman's got to do what a woman's got to do.

Just then Gregg's hateful voice echoed through the Jefferies Tube "Spots, honey, are you almost done? I'm down to my last smoke and want a beer!"

Spot's called back "Yes, Master, just packing up now!" Gregg harrumphed "Well hurry up, Spotted Stuff!"

She harrumphed and packed up her gear and maintenance parts in her Starfleet carry all for technicians. She crawled out of the Jefferies Tubes and jumped down in front of Gregg onto the deck, whom was leaning casually against a bulkhead smoking one of his "herbal cigarettes". The fuck was leering at her cleavage as usual.

"Strumming your clit again, baby doll? You know how Raerting and I feel about you playing with yourself without our permission." She put her hands on her hips and shoved her cleavage out at him. "You gonna cram your fat ass in a Jefferies Tube and help a girl out when she's horny? Master."He looked shocked at her insolence.

Then he smirked "Whoa, someone's got some sass in her little spotted butt today. That time of the month doll?" Gregg quipped. She crossed her arms and frowned at him.

His smile became genuine and boyish for a moment; he reached out to ruffle her hair in an affectionate if annoying gesture. "Relax, girlie. I'm glad you're finally loosening up, Daddy likes a little sass. A little, mind you. Thought you were 90 year old granny brain transplanted into a Trill pin up model. Come on, let's go home." She dutifully trudged side by side with her Master, towards home.

Home was Repair Bay 3, where Masters Gregg and Raerting had snagged her, and where they'd decided to set up as their living quarters on the Cerritos.

As they walked in Gregg ordered her "Put your gear away and change into your thong Bikini. Sonics are out, blasted Klingons are draining our power again; water pressure is down too, but as soon as it's restored you can have a shower." He waved his hand magnanimously in the direction of the makeshift shower.

After she stowed her gear and changed, she addressed Greg tentatively "Master?" He was watching "Vulcan Love Slave" for the 9th time on his PADD. He grunted absently without even looking up from his PADD. "Yeah, Doll?" She said shyly "Can I have a beer, Master? I'll get you one too, if you want." Now he looked up from his porn, surprised, then he got a crooked smile of delight.

"You really are loosening up, doll! Sure grab us a couple of brews, baby. The bottle opener is on a magnet on the right side of the fridge." She sensed him looking at her ass with interest as she walked to the fridge. She put a little extra sway in her walk to hopefully distract him further.

She came to the rusty, leaky fridge her goofball Masters had salvaged from Maker knows where and popped open the door, she grabbed two Klingon beers, and deftly popped the tops. Then walked with an exaggerated strut back towards Gregg, who was leering at her quite obviously now.

She stopped just short enough of him she had to bend forward and give him a glimpse of her cleavage as she handed him his beer. He stared with lustful intent at her hardly covered tits.

She went to plop down on her camping mattress when Greg got up and pulled out a chair for her in almost courtly fashion, gesturing for her to sit at the repair bay table with him. She could hardly refuse her Master's request so sat her butt down.

They drank together in silence for a moment, Gregg swilling eagerly while Barnes tried to keep the nasty brew down without getting sick.

Finally, Gregg said "You've heard most of my stories, let's hear one of yours, Spots." She looked at him, thinking. She knew the stories this man most wanted to hear...the ones she least wanted to tell. She thought of one year, after Middy Cruise, when her and Cadets T'pral and Dao became debt slaves for two weeks on Risa. She sighed, he'd really like this one, and probably see it as a sign of connection she told him.

"Do you know what a soapy is, Master?" He really seemed to perk up. "I know what a Soapie is Doll." He leaned forward with interest, motioning her to go on.

She sighed, but continued. "After our Middy Cruise, my training ship The Gorkon, stopped on Risa. As a promotion to thank "Starfleet for its service, all personnel, even cadets, were given preloaded debit cards, to use on anything we wish on Risa. Most of the crew didn't use them. But no one bothered to tell us why. Turns out, you get 5000 credits, but they aren't free. They just grant you admission to venues you'd be normally turned away from. Once you spend a credit you're expected to pay it back at high interest."

"We went out partying, my girls T'Pral, Dao and I. Four days in we found we owed 10,000 credits each with no way to pay. The Starfleet Liaison said we had to work off our debt, nothing Star Fleet could do. The Liaison did get our report date pushed back so we wouldn't be UA (Unauthorized absence) while we worked off what we owed the Risa coffers."

Gregg interuppted "Wait, you guys had a Vulcan girl partying with you?" Vulcans were notorious sanctimonious prudes, eschewing indulgence and arranging marriages, adhering to a strict seven year mating cycle. A Vulcan girl partying, especially with a Trill and a Terran, seemed unthinkable.

Spots explained, T'Pral was different, kind of a rebel. She'd been on the fast track to be Valedictorian of her graduating class at the Vulcan Science Academy. Then she'd been caught being spit roasted in the dorms after lights out by the Deans' son, who was betrothed to someone else. The other guy, whom she was blowing, was a human, son of the Terran ambassador. The scandal was swept under the rug, T'Pral was expelled, while the two young men's powerful fathers covered for their misdeeds.

T'Pral's scores on her Starfleet entrance exam were record setting, plus the Dean and the Ambassador wrote her glowing recommendations to keep her quiet about what she did with their sons. So of course she was accepted.

Master Gregg looked dumbfounded, then said "Wow, a Vulcan slut, go on Spots." He motioned her to continue with new interest.

"Anyway, a sleazy Ferengi named Gant had heard of the poor, helpless girls who were left stranded on Risa as Debtors." Greg grinned lasciviously, knowing what was coming. "He said, we could work off our debt in his Massage Parlor. One catch, he employed plenty of girls, so we needed a gimmick that would make us stand out. Dao, who was from the human province of Thailand, suggested we team up to give men Soapies, a very lewd wash by sexy women that was popular where she was from."

Greg seemed to really perk up at the mention of Thailand province. She'd heard it was a "Mini-Risa" on earth, a popular vacation spot for Terrans.

"So the Starfleet Soapy Squad was born. Gant took a holophoto of all three of us nude, arms around each other, facing away from the camera and bending over to make our butts more prominent. Dao and I were to the right and left of T'Pral respectively, looking back smiling. T'Pral wasn't smiling, but somehow in her unique Vulcan way she was conveying a "come and get it, boys." invitation." That photo became our Advertising Banner directly outside the Massage Parlor, in all the hot Risa vacation Spots, and on the Risa Holonet." Over our heads was printed "Treat yourself to some out of this world relaxation." Under our asses was printed "With the Starfleet Soapy Squad!"

"And boy were we popular! Gant tripled his revenue in two weeks. We paid off our debt in one, Gant kept using obscure Risa labour laws to keep us in his custody. T'Pral was actually threatening to rip his liver out through his ass if he didn't let us go. He was intimidated; Vulcans are frightening when they're angry, but he didn't want to give up his three little moneymakers."

"Fortunately Admiral Janeway heard of our plight just as the Federation Holo Services were picking the story up. Three young female cadets left stranded as debt slaves and sex workers because they weren't properly briefed on how to use a free gift? Supposedly she was scandalized and outraged."

"Rumors have it she ripped the Senior Officers of the Gorkon a new one, and entered a permanent letter of Reprimand in the Captain and XO's record. Then she sent a negotiation team commanded by Captain Morgan Bateman and Commander Tuvok to secure our release. Gant grumbled, they used some strong arm tactics behind closed doors. But I heard he got a decent settlement for us, grumbling is apparently a Ferengi national pastime.

"Bateman and Tuvok flew us back to the academy in a custom Akira class ship named USS Kes, and that was it, we got a letter of counseling in our Academy records, but a clean slate on graduation day, no one would see it once we put on our Ensign insignias."

Gregg looked back at her with some surprise but mostly lascivious fascination. "So you were a Massage Girl on Risa for two weeks?" She leaned her chin on her right hand and stared across the table at him smiling. "That's what I said, Master" She forced herself to swig suggestively from the beer bottle, her lips playing around the rim lasciviously.

He wanted to ask her to demonstrate, she knew he did. Why didn't he just ask? Him and his Nausican buddy had fucked her in every spotted hole, humiliated her and pimped her out for beer! Now he was acting like a shy teenager who couldn't ask his date for a peck on the lips. It was so boyish...almost kinda cute.

She dashed the thought away; I am not having feelings for this SOB, not ever! She kept smiling sweetly, suggesting "Do you want me to demonstrate, if we have water pressure for a shower, Master?" Her seductive smile widened, her eyes gleaming with a "come hither" look.

His answering grin was an obvious yes, but he still replied "Do I ever Spots, let me check the water pressure on the shower." He ran eagerly to the makeshift shower Gregg and Raerting setup in the Repair Bay.

She sighed and rifled through her meager satchel of belongings, Gregg and Raerting permitted her. After the bastards pawed through it to make sure there was nothing she could use as a weapon. She pulled out her Sandalwood bar of soap. She hated using it with this uncouth bastard, but it had to be done. As Beckett and D'Vana had said, they needed their unwanted Mates cocks jammed deep in their honey pot before they chopped them off.

"Great news, Spots, we have water pressure!" She did with forced cheer, "That's wonderful, Master!" When she turned around, the brutish bastard was skinned out of his coveralls and pulled off his boxers. When he saw her holding up the bar of soap he smiled, and his already huge erection grew an inch.

She pulled off her top, tucking the soap behind her ear. He advanced clumsily, she held up one finger to stop him. Surprisingly, he obeyed. She turned around and slowly, slightly bent over, ever so slowly, pulled her thong bottom out of her speckled ass and teasingly down her spotted legs. That Ferengi bastard Gant had made her and the other two female Debt Slaves watch Terran Porno holos, and imitate stuff like this until they got it perfect. It was coming in handy now.

He was breathing heavi, she knew he wanted to take her roughly from behind, like he had many times. But he refrained, understanding it was part of the experience.

She turned around naked, grabbed his dick and quietly led him into the shower. She soaped him up then rinsed him off, teasingly focusing on his groin. Then he returned the favor, the rest of her got a cursory washdown, but her breasts were squeaky clean.

He let her pick which hole he was going to fuck, and she picked her mouth. Only because her ass and pussy were sore from her Masters and their "customers". He roughly pushed her to her knees and pinned her arms over her head.

His dick slid into her donut shaped smile, fucking her slave mouth with intensity. She always hated looking at his big gut in her face, so she closed her eyes and imagined Commander Jack Ransom's flat abs. She hated the narcissistic second in command, most of the pretty young women on the Cerritos did. But he was undeniably hot, she bet even his arch nemesis Beckett fantasized about sucking him off.

He came so hard he forced his dick in her mouth and made her give a gargled "Gluck!" Her head banged against the shower bulkhead with the force of his ejaculation. Still she gathered her wits angled her head and neck and let the rest of it smoothly run down her spotted throat.

When he released her hands she looked up at him and smiled. She felt a trickle of his cum running down the left corner of her mouth. She licked it eagerly, maintaining eye contact and saying "Good to the last drop, Master." She could tell by the look on his face his dick was jammed deep in the honey pot. She couldn't wait to start chopping...

D'Vana's perspective

Trooper Tendi sat at the small Cerritos mess table, hastily set up for the girls in the Cerritos mess hall. To her left was helot Jennifer, in the red half T-shirt that proclaimed her the property of Gul Demok and a black micro skirt. Slave Spots was to her right in the too tight coveralls her Masters forced her to wear to accentuate her curvy body.

The three women ate and made quiet conversation about frivolous things, seemingly easily dismissed "Girl Talk." In back of D'Vana was Chang on her left and Mariner on her right. Both slave girl stood, muted by black muter bands around their mouths, their exotic asses, tits, and pussies hanging out of their cruel slavers harnesses.

K'Terra had pierced their nipples and clits with dura steel rings to heighten the cruelty of her punishments. When the girls ate together she assigned them exclusively to serve them, not out of any courtesy, but to remind all three Starfleet women they could share the fate of their enslaved sisters if they failed in their current roles.

K'Terra's pettiness made one thing easier. If a customer bought an Orion slave harness anywhere in the galaxy, part of the fine print of the contract was any authorized Orion privateer could overrid the slave harness. The Mistress Of The Winter Constellations was one such authorized individual. With a simple series of hand gestures she established override control of Beckett and Chang's slave harnesses and muter bands. She'd conveyed to Jennifer and Barnes she could override K'Terra's control and take command of the slave getups. She didn find a way to convey it to her poor enslaved shipmates in a manner that would go undetected by the pirates.

It turned out fate would take that decision out of her hands. K'Terra called harshly, "Beckett, Chang I need you to muck out the heads (bathrooms) those brute males made a mess in there again. Move it you little sluts!" The two terrified slaves awkwardly moved as fast as they could to obey their feared Klingon Mistress.

D'Vana, could've let it go, but she was tired of this bitch arbitrarily bullying her two helpless Terran shipmates. She stood up and made a hand gesture that locked the two helpless girls in place, forcing their hands to their sides at attention, and shocking them if they tried to move their feet.

"Mariner, Chang come to attention and stand fast." She made a hand gesture to stop the shocks, but kept them rigidly bonded and silenced. The two exotic Terran girls could only stand mutely silent, their lady parts hanging out in the view of ogling scum. Their frightened eyes tracked back and forth and sweet beaded on their brows as they waited helplessly for the result of their two Dommes pissing contest.

Tendi stepped casually between them, trying to act as indifferent to them as two pieces of decor. She really felt for the two restrained, frightened young women, but she couldn't let her feelings show in this den of sharks.

"First mate K'Terra" she intoned reasonably. "You've assigned these two young slave women to my table, they perform their duties well, also keeping us from being harassed as lone women on a Corsair ship." Tendi thought, and the poor helpless girls take the abuse reserved for Jennifer, Spots and myself.

"I respectfully ask you to us retain these slaves at our table, surely they can clean the head later. Or you can teach Bois" she said the last word high and mockingly, "To clean up for themselves for once." This last made some of the pirates chuckle with appreciation.

Of course it wasn't about the slaves cleaning the head, and K'Terra knew they both knew it. "You bratty little Orion Minx, what did you do to my slaves!" She bellowed at the small Orion girl. She explained about how all Orion Slave harnesses gave select members of the Orion Syndicate override control, no matter who owned the slaves.

"So technically, First Mate K'Terra, as long as they're wearing Orion slave harnesses, muters, or other helot gear, as ranking member of the Orion Syndicate, they're my slaves, I'm just being respectful and letting you use them." K'Terra looked ready to explode, then smiled and held up the remote.

"I'll shock and torture their asses, tits, and pussies until you release them, you little green bitch. Your compatriots pain will be on your head!"

The two nude harnessed girls started begging D'Vana to release them, eyes locked on their young Orion Mistress. Their eyes were so wide and terrified it was almost comical, D'Vana had to suppress a giggle. What's wrong with me, these poor girls plight isn't a joke. She shuddered at how quickly she fell into the casual cruelty of her slave trader background.

K'TERRA pressed the remote, just as D'Vana held up her hand and made a cryptic Orion hand sign. The nude slaves started loudly panicking, mmmphing and twitching against the slave harnesses forcing them to be immobile. Then when nothing happened, they felt no pain, their mmmphing tapered off to bewildered grunts. Keeping her peripheral vision on K'Terra, she directed a stern domme gaze right to Mariner, then left to Chang. "Silence, eyes down." She tried to soften her gaze to convey "Trust me." Hoping they understand. She wanted to add "Slaves." But she didn't want to demean them any further. Or have an orgasm on the spot, revelling in her power over her pretty young comrades.

She turned to an enraged K'Terra, "My control over them in their harnesses is total. You can't hurt them without my permission." K'Terra said "Then I'll drag them both to the head if it comes to that!"