D'Vana's perspective

After K'Terra's threat, D'Vana felt she had no other recourse, though she knew it could start a messy fight for dominance in the Mess Hall. "Beckett, Chang lie face down on the deck. Jennifer, you're in charge of Beckett, Barnes you have authority over Chang. Help them down and keep them still and quiet until this is over. Neither of them so much as lifts their heads off the deck without me saying so, I'm appointing you as their handlers until this is resolved." She hated how imperious and domineering she must sound to her four poor, enslaved shipmates.

Fortunately, Jennifer's and Spot's training kicked in, they chorused a sharp "Aye, aye Ma'am." Like they were back at Starfleet Academy and she'd just been appointed lead cadet of a training exercise.

They moved quickly helping the restrained slave girls get to their assigned positions faster than she expected. Good thing too, once a slave was assigned a task, if the harnesses AI perceived they were dawdling at a task assigned by a Master or Mistress, it could take the initiative, to poke, squeeze and shock the hapless slave until it perceived the task had been completed satisfactorily. She knew lying face down on the deck would be hard for the gaffled up Terran Girls, she hoped their shipmates could help them to obey her command with a minimum of discomfort, especially as their authorized slave handlers.

Of course she'd never taken her gaze off First Mate K'Terra, who had almost reflexively taken a fighting crouch and was actually growling at her. "You little green bitch, I'm going to thrash you so hard you'll walk funny for a week. The only reason I'm not going to tear you limb from limb is this; I'm going to strip you naked and force you into a harness and muter, after I beat every last trick and code out of you for them. Let's see you get out when you're locked in one as a marked helot, even lower than your Terran friends, Bitch!"

Tendi knew the First Mate didn't make idle threats, but she'd die before she'd let herself be forced into a slave harness or muter. To K'Terra, she said "I'd like you to try, you Klingon Kunt." K'Terra growled and Tendi got in a fighting crouch to meet her clearly telegraphed spring.

The men had been excitedly whispering and making bets. Who would win this Exotic Domme fight? Who would force whom from Mistress to Helot? D'Vana let the distracting banter slip away as she cleared her mind for the fight.

Finally two of the men took action. Second Mate Aetor and Gul Demok stepped between her and the angry First Mate. They were trying to talk reason to her, though she looked ready to fight both men. She was no fool, she knew the way they were wary and ready showed they were prepared to fight her as a duo if she sprung. She might be able to take any man on the ship one on one; she knew her odds went down fighting the Warrior and Cardassian soldier at the same time. It rankled her, but even on pirate ships open brawls between Senior Officers were best avoided.

She could relax fractionally, and turn her head when Jennifer said "Uh-D'Vana-Trooper Tendi, Ma'am?" In a tentative, timid voice. Jennifer was crouched concerned by Beckett. "Her fear and stress level are spiking, her heart rate is off the charts--What do I-?" The unspoken question was obvious.

Tendi sighed. Beckett was young, fit and very healthy. But Jennifer was reading off the small Slave Health Monitor on the back of the harness. Orion Slave Traders treated slave health like domestic animal health, important if you needed the slaves, but never critical. If the harness AI was alarmed--

Barnes more calmly interjected "I'm getting similar readings on Chang's harness." Tendi sighed again. The stress of their humiliating and often highly sexualized captivity, combined with being helpless in such a tense situation, when they were used to having more control, was stressing the two Terran slaves out beyond healthy limits. Their harness AI might be obliviously punishing them for every twitch and fidget after her strict commands to them.

She stated in Orion "AI, cease auto punishment routines for now." In Standard, addressing the Andorian Slave but meant for both the girl's handlers "Just keep them still and quiet, talk to them, sing to them, recite warp core equations to them. But keep them as still and quiet as possible. I disabled their autopunisment for now, you're in control girls, they're helpless for now and need reassurance from you two."

Jennifer gulped nervously, but nodded. She started to gently stroke Beckett's Ebony hair while singing a gentle song to her. Beckett tried to lift her head, Jennifer gently but firmly forced her to keep her forehead on the deck. She heard Ensign Barnes give her a steady "Yes, Ma'am." She was sure the Trill girl could competently control her assigned Terran helot.

Finally K'Terra growled at the two men blocking her path to her Orion foe "I outrank both of you, stand aside so I can beat this little green bitch's ass and stuff it in a slave harness!"

Both men looked chagrined at the reminder she was their superior, but not ready to step aside. Tendi had noted the higher ranking Pirate men especially hated K'Terra's heavyhanded approach to the mostly male crew; and Kretok's indulgence of it.

Speaking of the Rogue One, his voice broke the intense stalemate. "And I outrank you, First Mate K'Terra, and starting with you, all you unruly scum will explain the meaning of this disruption in my Feasting Hall! Talk woman!"

Kretok strode to stand directly between K'Terra and his two Male Officers, in full battle armor with his Bat'leth sheathed but no doubt easy to draw. D'Vana couldn't see his face but had no doubt he was glaring. His body language conveyed carefully controlled anger. K'Terra took a deep breath and ground out "Your fool men jammed up the Fresher in the head again, idiots keep flushing things that can't be flushed! So I ordered those two useless little sluts Chang and Beckett to do it! That insufferable green ho had the nerve to countermand my order; and she has some sleazy Orion tricks that gave her direct control so I couldn't make the lazy little helots do anything or even punish them without a crop. And she made your two pretty bed wenches lie on the dirty deck like they were sacks of produce. Is that anyway to treat her Captain's property? She should be stuffed in a slave harness with them!"

Tendi smiled inwardly at K'Terra's hypocrisy, the way she whipped, abused and exploited the poor girls for menial labor, she had no right to talk. And as humiliating and frightening as it was for them for her to make her two comrades lie facedown on the deck; it was the safest position she thought she could put them in to keep the helpless slave girls safe in a confrontation.

Kretok now turned around with a stern gaze at her, though she thought she detected an unKlingon like gleam in his eyes. She thought she sensed all the pirate eyes, when they weren't staring at the helpless Terran girls bare butts, on her. Kretok broke the silence with a stern query "Little Pirate Queen, is that true?"

Tendi took a deep breath, centered herself and answered. "Not entirely, First Rogue. I politely asked her if we could retain the services of slaves Chang and Beckett at our Girl's Table, she was the one who assigned them to us in the first place. I suggested either the cleaning of the heads could wait, or one of your Bois could do it, wouldn't hurt them to clean up after themselves sometimes."

"Helots Beckett and Chang are terrified of First Mate K'Terra, rightly so I might add. As the slaves used to be my comrades, they aren't as used to me giving them directives, so I merely used my overrides to still their blind, fearful obedience so I could parley with the First Mate."

"K'Terra threatened to hurt them with the harnesses if I didn't release them, If I just let them go during a parley due to that threat, I look weak, as the only other free woman on this ship, you know why I can't do that."

"Instead of parleying for a better position like a sensible leader, she proceeded to threaten to manhandle Beckett and Chang to the head. You know how fragile Terrans are, and how helpless the harnesses make your bed girls, she could have really hurt them. Making them lie on the deck was the easiest way to protect my lord's property and keep it safe. I assigned the two other helot girls to watch them, does that speak of someone heedless of your property, my liege?"

Kretok looked at her crossly "Why, my little pirate wench, did you conceal your override control of the harnesses?"

Tendi shot back "I concealed nothing my liege. Orion Slavers don't advertise their control of the harnesses we sell, but we don't conceal it either, in fact usually certain favored Pirate Captains are made aware of our overrides and even given an option to use them. As I'm sure you well know, First Rogue."

Kretok's Stern expression broke as he let out very Klingon chuckles. "Very well said, little one, as usual. And you're right, I programmed my harnesses to be able to override Orion codes with my voice commands."

He then said "Beckett and Chang, get your cute little asses up and stand before your lord." To Jennifer and Barnes he bellowed "Help them up, little helots!"

Jen and Spots dutifully helped their nude restrained comrades to their feet and steadied them. Then both harnessed slave girls shuffled as fast as they could stopping at attention three paces from their lord. His eyes raked their unwilling full frontal displays to him with lust mingled with amusement.

"I can't leave you two little wenches alone without you causing trouble, can I? Why did your cute naked Terran butts have to cause so much contention?" From past experience they knew they could never assume their Master was asking a rhetorical question, if he wasn't and they remained silent, they were harshly punished. So they both started urgently protesting their innocence to their cruel Klingon Master, nervously and desperately mmmphing at him. If he was asking a rhetorical question they were trapped in the bind of possibly being punished for speaking without leave, anyway.

D'Vana felt sickened. The bastard could have ordered their muters to free their mouths for speech. Making them mmmph was just a way of demonstrating his control and their powerlessness.

He let them continue for 30 seconds, that unKlingon like twinkle in his eyes. It was obvious by the erection he didn't try to hide that he was ogling them, not even looking at their faces or listening to their desperate muffled attempts to answer him.

Finally, he casually waved them silent and said "Doesn't Matter, girls, if my gang can't behave when I loan you out, I guess I'll just have to keep you to myself this evening. K'Terra, I'll talk to you later. Gul Demok, I expect you to have a long talk with Trooper Tendi about proper respect in my Pirate crew." Demok was saying "It will be done my, Lord" Even as Kretok turned his back and waved his exposed slave girls to follow him.

On the way out he loudly addressed his slaves "I feel like ass to mouth, tonight. Chang your Ass, Beckett your Mouth. I always love making you taste Chang's shit while you suck my dick."

The pirates chuckled appreciatively at the nasty things their liege was going to do to his poor slave girls; While the three other Starfleet bunnies tried to conceal their grimaces of utter disgust at their shipmates plight.

D'Vana didn't have long to ponder the harnessed slave girl's plight, as her own started to come clear to her. Demok was now standing in front of her glowering.

She opened her mouth to explain herself, when Demok raised his hand to cut her off. "D'Vana" he said icily "You pissed off our second and command and nearly incited a brawl, disrupting the balance in the delicate relations among our factions. For what? Some silly female pissing contest. Yes, I know that's not an anatomically correct analogy." He seemed to compose himself, right as Danar walked up, looking surprisingly concerned.

"Trooper Danar, Jennifer report to my quarters immediately after you finish eating. Trooper Tendi, spend 25 minutes after you eat securing any projects you have going in the Medical Bay, then report to my quarters." He turned and stalked off without another word.

Danar, briefly lingered, touched her right shoulder with his left hand and said "I'm just glad you're okay D'Vana, I wanted to intervene but Demok forbade me-" he cut himself off, realizing he said too much. He squeezed her shoulder, then removed his hand and walked off, again leaving her with confused feelings for him.

She pensively returned to sit at the table, seeing that Barnes and Jennifer reseated her as well. Surprisingly, Jennifer winked at her and mouthed "Trust the plan, I'll explain later." D'Vana felt surprised, then hoped. Had Jennifer been actively scheming to turn the tables on their captors as well? If so, these pirates were about to see that five petite girls could own their ugly asses.

D'Vana's perspective

After D'Vana had locked up the lab and secured her experiments, she walked to the door of Demok's purloined quarters. She pressed the door Comm and waited pensively. She knew waiting was one of the power games Demok liked to play with those beneath him, and she wasn't disappointed.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the door slid open and Demok bid her enter. She was vaguely aware of Danar sitting on Demok's right, still looking a little nervous. Too Demok's left she was peripherally aware of Jennifer in what looked like a slinky, black dress. But she only had eyes for her superior at the moment.

Like she was still at the academy, she came to stiff attention and gave a perfect salute with her right hand. "Good evening, my dear, so nice of you to join us. As you know this is to decide your punishment for rocking the boat on our fragile alliance with K'Terra. However, I won't be administering your punishment, but your friend, Jennifer. Take charge of her, my sweet."

I reflexively turned my head left to look at Jennifer and realized she wasn't wearing a slinky, black wrap, more of a shiny black skirt outfit with silver studs. She had a black cap, the kind I think is called a peaked cap in old earth holos on her head. Her blue hands were twiddling a nasty looking riding crop.

When she stood up I saw she had on black fishnet stockings, and these high, spiked black boots. I was stunned, but even more surprised when she spoke.

"Is the position of attention standing around gawking at your betters, or is it staring straight ahead with a thousand yard stare? How did you ever make it through the Academy? Eyes forward now, Girl!" There was more power and assurance than she'd ever heard from Jennifer before, she automatically obeyed like she was back on the Academy Drill ground.

Jennifer strutted towards her right side "You're not a Trooper tonight girl, and I don't think you've earned the right to be called "Slave" so tonight you're just Girl until I decide otherwise. Is that understood, Girl?"

I said "Yes, Jennifer." That was wrong. She scowled and slapped her black crop so hard down on the coffee table, even the two men jumped slightly. "Girl, you address me as Mistress Jennifer, try again!" Was I really getting frightened of demure Jen? I dutifully replied "Yes, Mistress Jennifer."

Jen harrumphed in a dismissive fashion, "A little better, I suppose. Now take off your clothes Girl, with a quickness!" She snappedpl her fingers at me impatiently.

Fortunately, I'd been nude and intimate with all three of them. I was able to disrobe without hesitation and come back to attention in front of my new Andorian Mistress and the big Cardassian males. It was still humiliating, yet oddly thrilling.

Demok's debonair voice cut in "D'Vana, to catch you up on what is happening, Jennifer will be in charge of your punishment tonight. You see I was complaining to her the other evening of your annoying brattiness and propensity for misbehavior. My Dear Jen made an intriguing suggestion. You see, she really enjoyed being in charge of you our first night together."

I couldn't help notice peripherally Danar's jaw clench with obvious jealousy his superior had got me first. "So, she suggested the next time you stepped out of line, I put her in charge of your quote "Bossy green butt" unquote. I thought it a most splendid idea, I rather enjoyed my Jen asserting herself over you our first night as well."

As he was talking, Jen put a collar around my neck, then made me put my hands together, palm to palm, binding them together with what felt like shockcuffs. She started to pull a hood over my head, my first instinct was to panic. I thought she was putting an Orion Slave Hood on me.

Mistress Jennifer swatted my naked green ass hard with her bare hand. "Be still, Girl!" As I stilled, my comrade Jen quickly whispered in my ear "Relax, sweetie, it's just a leather bondage hood." It had zippers at the eyes and mouth it seemed. The one at the eyes was open. The one at the mouth was closed, I wondered if she was going to open it to stuff a gag in.

Gul Demok continued in his Debonair way "So we cooked up this little punishment night for you in your MedBay. I won't spoil all the details of Jennifer's delightfully wicked plan for you." He dropped a wink, which I'm sure was for Jennifer; without seeing it, I'm certain she returned the gesture. "I also decided to let your lover here participate, to allay any feelings of jealousy he may entertain." I risked aside eye right at my Cardassian boi.

He was grinning and ogling now, all jealousy gone. Not even ogling me, but something to my right. I risked another quick glance and realized Jen's black skirt was riding up and he was ogling her blue bush. She wasn't wearing any undies! Men are so easily distracted by pussy. Our plan was working great. So why did I feel a tinge of green eyed jealousy, now!

I heard Jen intone "Daddy Demok, permission to escort Girl to the medical Bay?" Demok waved airily, "Proceed my dear, Danar and I have things to discuss, we'll join you girls shortly." Both Cardies were ogling us lustily and grinning like idiots now. Danar toasted Demok with a glass of Kanar, and Demok responded with his own. Fucking men.

Jen ordered me to do an about face. Then she got behind me and ordered me to "Move your green behind, Girl!" A stinging line of fire across my bare butt from her crop motivated me towards the door as it opened. So commenced our Journey to the MedBay.

The first part was pure hell. Mistress Jennifer was yelling at me for dawdling and savagely whipping my ass a long. Where did the demure, seemingly docile Andorian girl find such a cruel streak.

Then we stopped halfway down a corridor where her demeanor changed. In a hushed voice she said "We're in a surveillance dead spot thanks to Dr. T'ana, yes we've talked, I know she's here. Shh, don't talk, we don't have much time. We'll have some lead time before the Bois get to the MedBay to confer with the doc and put the finishing touches on our plan to take these assholes down. We need to have everything on lock."

She sighed "Unfortunately, as you know, we can't move tonight. So we have to put on a convincing show for our bois. All I can tell you is it involves the three of us humiliating you, including a holophoto shoot of the three of us posing with you while your bound in various positions. Demok assured me the pictures would only be seen by Danar and him." D'Vana felt skeptical of that. Very.

"Then it will likely devolve into an orgy, we'll have to...satisfy our bois. I know, ick, but nothing we haven't done before, right? Come on, we have to move, D'Vana."

I dutifully trudged ahead of her. A sharp sting on my behind, and Jennifer yelling "Stop dawdling, Girl!" Told me we were out of the surveillance dead zone.

Then I felt another sharp crack on my ass. "You had better thank me for correcting you, Girl!" As I dutifully intoned "Thank you, Mistress Jennifer." I felt gratitude at not having to mumble through a gag. At least not yet. This plan was getting crazier by the moment. I hoped very deeply that it worked.

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