D'Vana's Perspective

Girl, formerly Trooper Tendi, felt some relief as they entered the MedBay doors. As soon as they whooshed shut, Jennifer quickly uncuffed her hands, then pulled off the bondage hood and undid my collar.

She bid me to sit in an examination chair; I was a little chagrined at how quickly I obeyed her. Had she established her dominance over me that quickly? That thought was dispelled when I heard a familiar voice. Dr. T'Ana, my mentoress!

I turned to see the Catian doctor coming toward me, furry cat arms outstretched for a hug. "How's my brilliant little Tendi, I'm so proud of you little one, you've been so brave! All you girls have!" She nodded to Jen, who was watching our reunion, arms crossed, grinning.

I babbled in excitement "So now are we going to show those pirate boys some female power? I'm ready to push our honeypot squad to victory!"

Now Dr. T'Ana looked frustrated and a little sad. "Oh, little one, we're all very grateful you've led the girls this far, and you still have a very important role to play, but you're no longer in charge of this mission." At the same time I noted Jennifer wheeling up a Medical Monitor. My pirate sense told me something was off. The Federation must have made me a little soft. Uh, scratch that, very soft.

I realized what the 4 inch beige circular disc Doctor T'Ana slapped on my chest a second too late. She quickly bellowed "Computer, fully restrain and silence this slave" The beige foam quickly expanded to cover my whole nude body. I tried to move, but the foam held me immobile and rigid, it seemed the only thing that was uncovered were my eyes and nostrils, which glared incredulously at the doctor for her insane betrayal! I already knew nanobots were sliding into my veins and arteries, establishing control over my physical brain and central nervous system. When the bots work was finished, a Designated Authority would not just control my physical actions, but my entire nervous system and to some extent even my thinking.

How did I know that? What Doctor T'Ana had slapped on me was Medical Memory Foam. Normally a very benign and sentient AI/Nanobot foam that could encase part or all of a patient's body, under the limited Designated Authority of a doctor or other medical staff. It was designed to monitor vital signs, administer hydration, nutrients and medication, and generally aid in healing. The Designated Authority's control was limited by strict ethical and safety protocol; by the same protocols, in most situations patients had emergency override capability, if they were deemed competent to make their own decisions.

I had designed a weaponized version, that overrode all safety and ethical considerations, gave all control to the Designated Authority, and put the "patient" or essentially, the slave at the whims of the DA. I had modified it by combining Borg nanotechnology with Orion Harness technology in my version of the Medical Memory Foam, though I guess you could call it "Slave Foam."

What really frustrated me was I started working on this on my own without orders from Kretok and Demok; it had been a key part of my plan to retake the ship and incapacitate key members of the pirate crew. The only person I'd confided in was-Jen!

As the thought struck me, I felt a jolt of pain. I tried to think of Jen or Jennifer again, imagining her in a Starfleet Uniform or one of the misogynist outfits Gul Demok forced on her. Another jolt of pain, this one sharper. Then I pictured her in her Domme outfit and thought of her as Mistress Jennifer. I felt a brief burst of euphoria that I knew was the Slave Foam stimulating my brain's pleasure centers for rightly acknowledging my Mistress's authority.

Jen's voice cut in on my reverie. "Dr. T'Ana, all vital signs are reading as normal and stable, the foam has enough control over her to keep her still and quiet, while still medically stable. I already initiated, authority recognition protocols over her for Mariner, Barnes, Chang and myself, the Nanobot network is still establishing control, but in a few hours she won't be able to even think about disobeying an order from any of us. The only name she's allowed to identify as is Girl, it would look suspicious if I granted her Slave too early. Hopefully we'll have this business finished long before that's even a possibility."

I noticed Jen-Ow, more pain! Mistress Jennifer, fuck, that's better, smiling back at me over her left shoulder. Actually smirking is more like it, her black Miniskirt riding up so I could see her bare blue butt. Somehow it seemed appropriate that she was, as the Earth folks said "mooning me right now. I thought it was the perfect Domme pose for my Mistress to demonstrate her dominance, and was rewarded with another jolt of pleasure.

Then I remembered what I did know about Jennifer, as we were never really friends. The ambitious girl who eschewed duties assigned to most Ensigns as not befitting of her, who was sure to be a Captain someday. How she hung out with a snobby, like-minded group; who had even temporarily persuaded Mariner's good hearted but often misguided buddy Brad Boimler to join. If they all survived, they'd all get commendations, but the girl who commanded this mission was on the fast track to Department Head, XO, and eventually her own ship.

While the Doctor was technically their OIC (Officer In Charge) now that she was here, they'd be looking at the young, junior female officer who could be identified as leading the mission to its successful conclusion. Of course Command Track Ensign Sh'reyan would think she was a better fit than the Medical/Science Ensign Tendi-jolt of pain! That ambitious little bitch modified my Nanobot network so I can only think-another jolt of pain for getting angry at Mistress! When I thought "Girl has no other choice but to obey Mistress Jennifer" my pleasure centers were stimulated again.

Dr. T'Ana's voice cut in on me. "Listen to me carefully, dear, as Ensign Tendi, not Girl." I felt anger at my mentor's betrayal, then surprise, she hadn't modified the bot network to enforce unquestioning obedience over her on me. Why. My eyes shifted to my mentor.

The often harsh, catlike woman was now looking at me gently and sadly. "Dear D'Vana, I know you might hate me, but this was a difficult decision. You've done a great job leading this mission after Ensign Mariner was taken down, and if I chastised you for moving too slowly, I realize you made the best decisions you could under the circumstances you found yourself in." Her tone hardened a little. "Your original plan might have worked, put your ego aside, this has nothing to do with that."

My helpless eyes rested on my curmudgeonly mentor, I think I knew where she was going with this. I couldn't hate her even though she'd left me free to do so. I was about to get a "For the good of Starfleet" lecture.

"Your original plan might have worked, but it won't now. Kretok's search parties are getting better at flushing the crew out of their hiding places, and their running out of supplies, from the transmissions I received from them. It's a harsh planet with poison flora and fauna, and little drinkable water, so it's hard to live off the land. Chang volunteered to be captured to slow them down, but that won't hold them for long."

"We can't move tonight, but we have to move soon, think tomorrow. To address what's probably your first question, why were you demoted from free woman and leader to lowest slave?" Our eyes met in wordless communication, that WAS my first question.

"I realize Orion women are more powerful in the syndicate than popular galactic culture would have us believe. But perception is important, as your becoming more dominant, the effect of your pheromones is lessening, the men don't perceive you as submissive, but as a domineering bitch, like K'Terra. While some respect you, many are starting to get suspicious of you, that's too risky right now."

I think I know where she got that idea. My eyes shifted to Mistress Jennifer. She was standing facing away from the medical monitor now. Her black cap was on straight now, her arms crossed, feet a little more than shoulder width apart, still fucking smirking at me. Another perfect Domme power posture.

Jennifer, you conniving little bitch-a wave of pain. I turned my eyes quickly back to doctor T'Ana. "Demok comes in here to bend Jennifer over your workstation and fuck her raw when you're not around." My eyes shifted back to my dominatrix, her smirk had slipped, being reminded she was still Gul Demok's victim and sapped some of her confidence and power.

"Probably, because he was mad at K'Terra, you for being valuable yet hard for him to control and because you're both assertive women. Banging his bed wench in your work space probably reaffirms his feeling of power when you uppity women rob him of it."

Jennifer's-Owwww! I mean Mistress Jennifer's arms had dropped, now she looked flushed and very ashamed. Dr. T'Ana continued "He often leaves her alone here, like she was his child instead of his bed girl, during one of those times we talked."

My eyes shifted back to Mistress. She was looking at me sadly now, more like she realized we were both victims and in this together, despite the roles we have to play we're still equals. Another blast on my pain center. She had the freedom to believe we're still equals, she took that away from me, I thought glumly. A quick burst of pleasure, I guess it was "right thinking" to ponder the difference between our statuses right now.

Then I heard the Cat lady's stern voice say "look at me right now, young lady." I gazed back at the older woman. "Don't blame Jen, she told me about the Medical Foam, and proposed the idea, even saying we had to surprise you because you're too stubborn and enamored of your status to agree without a hard sell, the crew of the Cerritos doesn't have that time. If I thought she was wrong, I would have overridden ENSIGN Sh'reyan in a heartbeat and gone along with your plan!"

Then she slumped and seemed defeated. "Sadly, I agree with her, I know how you can be when you're determined, and we don't have time to risk any debate. I feel we had to keep you in the dark until we had you locked into your position." Surprisingly, I could understand and agree with her position, even accept her apology for this mess.

"To bring you up to date on the plan, I'm your Designated Authority but I will have the system designate Ensign Sh'reyan in that position, though I'll still have Supervisory and Override privileges. If she becomes incapacitated or unable to give orders, your chain of command will be Ensign Mariner, Ensign Barnes, then Ensign Chang, the network is programmed to accept variables by whom is actually available, but it views all of them as your direct superiors to be obeyed without hesitation as long as you're in the Slave Foam. Your thoughts and behavior will be modified to never think negative of them and obey any order they give without question. The pirates are of course unaware of this, but the Gre'thor's computer system now recognizes you as Girl, the lowest slave of Kretok's rogue ones, you're demotion has been approved by the command Quad, status-Temporary Disciplinary, though be aware First Mate K'Terra has already logged an application to make it permanent." My heart sank, because of course she did.

"This was logged as a standard disciplinary action if you misbehaved severely or were insubordinate again. The command Quad votes on K'Terra's motion in two days. It only takes a 3 of 4 majority to make it permanent." I know who's scheming had a hand in this, and my eyes shift to Mistress Jennifer. It frustrates me that the bot network will only let me express the thought as "Mistress correctly helped my superiors come to the right decision about disciplinary procedures."

Mistress has the decency to look chagrined again. "I'm really sorry sweetie, I wouldn't do this to you if it wasn't necessary. Demok assured me Kretok, Aetor and himself would vote K'Terra down." What if he's lying, or someone else is and the vote is a tie or against me? My Domme doesn't see fit to tell me. A quick spike of pain makes me think "Rightly So." The network rewards me with a burst of pleasure.

Jennifer says "But this will be over way before then, and I'll have you out of that fucking thing as soon as we feasibly can, I don't want you in there a moment longer than you have to be." This time I fully believe her, ambition for promotion is her goal, not enslaving me, that's just a means to an end. The thought is neutral enough I don't receive pain or pleasure from my bot net. Doesn't mean the bitch won't enjoy it while it lasts. I grit my teeth against the pain meant to punish me for that thought, and try to be neutral about Jennifer.

My Mistress asks Doctor T'Ana "Please, ma'am, can I tell her about the plan?" Doctor T'Ana looks resigned and waves her on. "You're in charge now, Ensign, you should."

When Jennifer looks back at me some of her smirk is back at the remainder of whom is in charge now, and it isn't me. But her voice is neutral and professional, like she was giving me a mission briefing in the conference room.

"Dr. T'Ana is right, we can't move tonight, much as I'd like to and spare you this humiliation, truly, D'Vana. But we are moving within the next twenty four hours. We're still having that Beach Party on Risa at the holodeck. Mariner, Barnes, Chang and myself will be the carefree beach babes, though subservient to the men. You'll be the assigned slave for the party, of course you know you have to obey the orders of any attendee. When you're not serving, you'll stand locked quiet and at attention waiting for a command. Don't worry, I'll double check, but Dr. T'Ana made sure the bot network knows to keep you cool and hydrated while you're serving or waiting. I can override it briefly at my discretion, but only within strict automatic safety protocols."

"This is also where your Orion pheromones will play a huge role still. Even though the Slave Harness was never properly adopted how to stimulate Orion pheromones, I managed to get an Orion Slave Butt Plug to stimulate them. Its memory has been wiped, so it knows you only as Slave Girl, lowest slave of Kretok's Rogue Ones. It recognizes me as your designated Alpha Slave, so I can use the remote to stimulate your pheromones! Dr T'Ana modified it so I can monitor your pheromones levels without drawing suspicion!"

She must have seen the desperate look in my eyes, while still trying to avoid any negative thoughts about her. She tried to reassure me condescendingly "So you see, D'Vana, you're still a key part of the plan, I'll stimulate your pheromones to make those dumbasses act loopy. Don't worry, the four of us will use distractions to keep them from messing with you. Sorry, though, the butt plug might be uncomfortable or even painful for you while it's activated." She gave a small "Oh well, not my concern" shrug that didn't reassure me at all.

"At a signal from Dr.T'Ana, we will have replicated weapons with the safety protocols disabled beamed into our hands, we'll also try to incapacitate all the assholes at the party or get them wrapped up in slave foam."

"Once we secure the holodeck, this is where it gets tricky. Understandably, you designed the Slave Foam removal process to be difficult, because you didn't want any of these assholes to be able to free their comrades too quickly, or easily, and you never imagined you'd be trapped in it."

It was true, three Starfleet Officers had to authorize the Slave Foam to remove itself from a captive over a 10 minute period. The bot network's biofeedback had to be 93.6 % certain they weren't under duress.

"If we could, we'd free you quickly so you could fight to take back the ship with us with dignity. Unfortunately, we can't do that, so we'll have to take you with us, or secure you somewhere so you can't hurt yourself or get in the way until we free you. I swear we won't leave you tied up with the Pirates." And if things go wrong I can either look forward to permanent slavery, or a lonely, pathetic slave's death. Great.

"If we take you along, we'll try to keep you safe and not use you as a distraction or cannon fodder, we have to be mindful of male crew we beam up, your residual pheromones may be distracting to them. Also we may need every weapon we have that can be fired, so I made this nifty remote phaser harness for you, that any of the four of us can access or transfer control of to a female crew member, so you may see some action after all."

She tried to keep her banter light but her words about trying not to use me as a distraction or cannon fodder, and the sad look she traded with Dr. T'Ana said what I already knew. As soon as the shooting started, my plugged slave ass went from indispensable to the most expendable. Because I couldn't move freely or quickly, and my pheromones might distract male crew members from retaking the ship.

Mariner, I knew from how she'd risked everything in the past, for me and her goofy pal Brad would never do that. But it might turn out to be one of her many stupid, reckless decisions. I had to admit if one of the other girls was trapped in Slave Foam, and I had to use her as a distraction or a sacrifice to save the ship or crew, I probably would. I knew Barnes, Chang and even Jennifer would do everything they could to avoid doing that to me, but they probably would to if there was no option. And, damn, but I couldn't blame them, it came with putting on the uniform.

That didn't mean it didn't suck Klingon cock, no offense Beckett and Chang. You know death is a possibility in Starfleet, but you want it to be dignified and heroic, not the undignified death of a useful but expendable helot. Though I guess I wouldn't be the first or last person in Starfleet to die that death, if it came to that.

Dr. T'Ana broke my grim thoughts by saying "Cerritos is depending on you girls, whatever roles you're playing now, don't forget that. And you Jennifer Sh'reyan, don't forget when this is over, every death under you're command will be accounted for. Don't get so blinded by glory and advancement a Board of Inquiry sends you to a Court Martial instead of a promotion board. I promise you I'll have a big say and nothing will be covered up." She was looking right at me when she said it, my mentor's concern did hearten me and raise my spirits, as was her reminder Mistress Jennifer and I were fellow officers above all else.

My Mistress gulped and looked nervous, getting the message. I might be expendable when the shooting started, but she'd better be damn sure she could justify any action or decision that resulted in my death. Or any of the others. Her next words weren't as encouraging.

"Transfer Designated Authority over Slave Tendi, henceforth designated as Girl until further notice to Ensign Sh'reyan. Girl will not be recognized as Ensign Tendi until Ensign Sh'reyan, Ensign Mariner, Ensign Barnes, Ensign Chang , Myself or any other combination of three Starfleet Officers not under duress recognize her as such. She is simply a civilian slave and possible unintentional security risk until that time. I retain Designated Supervisory and Override Authority over control of the slave.

I felt like I was being punished and I had't done anything wrong, yet thanks to Mistress Jennifer I was being treated like a criminal and drummed out of Starfleet, even if only temporarily. I felt an explosion in my pain center to punish me for thinking bad about my Mistress, but I had too much to worry about it right now. This was it, Mistress Jennifer owned my green slave butt!

Dr. T'Ana said "Hold down the fort, Ensign, I'll be watching you." My Mistress gave a sharp "Aye, aye ma'am, even though she looked silly doing it in a black Domme outfit. Dr. T'Ana turned her back on Jennifer as she walked past me, not deigning to acknowledge her. She gave me one last reassuring shoulder squeeze as she passed me on the way to the Jefferies Tubes.

When she was gone. Jennifer turned to me gravely and said sincerely "I'm really sorry, D'Vana, I wouldn't do this to you if their were any other way, I admire your bravery and persistence in getting us this far. I hope you can forgive me for some of the cruel things I have to do and say to you for the sake of the mission, I'll take the best care of you I can." For a moment we had an almost warm bond that spoke without any words.

Then a telltale lit up on the MedBay comm screen. She looked at the screen and said, "Looks like the Bois are on their way, let's be ready for them Girl." When she turned back to me her face was a cold Domme Mask.

"AI, release Girl's legs and allow her to stand, force her arms to her sides and bond them their when she stands up, but allow her to walk. Also expose her breasts, anus and Vagina. Leave small clusters of nanos at each location for stimulating nerves, engage all manual and automatic punishment protocols authorized for this slave. On your feet, Girl, quickly now!" She hollered at me.

I got up, the computer freed my arms to help me stand, then forced them to my sides with irresistible force, sticking them their until I got on my feet. I tottered over to the entry hatchway. When my Mistress called "halt" I obediently stopped.

As she came up on my right side she stuck something in my naked butt. The Slave Plug! She ordered it "Activate, recognize authority of Ensign Sh'reyan, alternate designation Mistress Jennifer. Lock in place." My Domme walked up beside me, a fake smile plastered on her face, I noticed from a side eye. She was nervously tapping her crop against her left palm, though.

As I waited to greet our lords I considered. Mistress Of The Winter Constellations, Starfleet Officer, Trooper in a rogue band of Cardassian soldiers, and now lowest slave of Kretok's Rogue Ones. As well as a useful but expendable pawn for my teammates, when just this afternoon I was the leader. If I lived through this, I had a killer resume!

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