Crewman Tanni's perspective

My gut was crawling with nervous tension and excitement as I made my way to the storeroom where the other four girls had stowed Ensign Tendi. My boot camp conditioning kicked me in the shins, admonishing me "Four Officers to you Crewman Tanni." Five I guess, if you factor in poor Ensign Tendi.

As I moved tactically to my goal, I reviewed what I'd been briefed by Commander Ransom. The brave female Officers had finally made a move, with the help of Dr. T'Ana. They'd incapacitated key players in the pirate's ranks, though not enough.

Those fucking pirates had stuffed poor Ensign Tendi in some kind of slave rig. It gave her very limited autonomy of motion, speech and even thought. She needed a Designated Authority to watch her and move her safely if that was necessary. Also she still has a useful attribute that contributed to the mission, that her Designated Authority was to control and supervise.

I giggled to myself when I thought of the nano network in her ass connecting to her shoulder pheromone glands. Stimulated by a buttplug, off all things! I had to suppress an out loud laugh. How would they ever write up her commendation without rolling on the floor with laughter? Just thinking about it was hilarious! All the girls had suffered indignities, but they were now heroically fighting back, while Tendi was still a pathetic butt plugged lackey. What a loser!

Then I admonished myself for my cruel thoughts. That poor girl, it's not her fault what those misogynist pirates did to her! And she had been so brave, like the other four girls, letting themselves be raped and toyed with by that villainous scum to buy us time! They were my heroes!

It was personal with Ensign Chang. We'd been on a two woman reconnaissance mission, and Ransom gave us an encrypted transmission that the pirates were closing in on one of our major hideouts. The Cerritos crew couldn't win a shooting match without critical casualties.

We weren't being ordered, precisely, but it was obvious we were expected to do something. When Chang said "Another girl to play with will slow those Meatheads down." I volunteered to go with her, even though I was scared. Two girls would slow them down even more, right?

Chang ordered me to stand down, only she would be going. We snuck up on the pirate patrol, and Ensign Chang stepped up in front of their point man with a phaser rifle aimed at him. She said "Hey boys!" Then stunned their point man and one other pirate. She knocked out a third who tried to tackle her by hitting him with her rifle, before a stun beam hit her. I guess they'd been ordered to take us alive...at least the females. The bastards stripped and raped poor Chang before she could recover from the stun. Then they tied the naked girl's hands behind her back and frog marched her off. I wanted to close my eyes while they were...doing things to her; but I watched to remember her bravery if I never saw her again. I was so happy to hear from Ransom she was alive and fighting with us to take back the ship...unlike poor Ensign Tendi.

I got to the storeroom around the corner from the holodeck and the doors let me in. I cleared the room like they taught us in basic, then looked at the inert figure centered against the wall. She looked like a beige mummy, all covered up, except for her eyes, tits and pussy exposed. She gazed at me sadly, and more than a little fearfully.

I walked toward her saying "Ensign Tendi, Ma'am, I'm Crewman Tanni, it's okay, you're safe Ensign, I'll take good care of you." All of the sudden what looked like a miniature Andorian woman popped up standing in the air in front of her face. I almost brought up my phaser rifle and shot, but then I would have hit poor Tendi.

"Mistress Tanni greetings, I am Triple T, Slave Girl's AI slave trainer. Let me know how I can help you work with Mistress Jennifer to control and mold Slave Girl into a good slave. Do you have any commands for the slave at this time?" It looked at me expectantly.

I peered closer at the AI Avatar. It looked like a miniature version of Ensign Sh'reyan! And what was with the outfit, looked like something from an old porn flick? Black peaked cap, black leather miniskirt dress, fishnet stockings, and black platform heels. What. The. Fuck. this is getting strange.

I said "Ensign Tendi, Ma'am are you alright?" The miniature Jennifer Domme said "She can't speak without your leave, Mistress Tanni. With respect this is not Ensign Tendi, though you can call her whatever you wish if you're so inclined." Tendi's eyes were begging me to give her leave to speak, but if I was her leader while she was in this getup, I needed to understand just what the deal is, she could wait a few minutes.

"If this isn't Ensign Tendi, who is this and where is Ensign Tendi?" AI Jennifer smirked and waved absently at the restrained girl with her crop. "This is an unidentified Orion female, designated as Girl, the lowest slave in known space until I am informed of a lower slave. Ensign Tendi is listed as MIA on Operation Honeypot, no further data is available on her whereabouts." I looked into Tendi's pleading eyes, this was getting stranger by the minute.

"Triple T, Give Girl leave to speak freely." The miniature Jennifer smiled and said "Done." I waited a moment, then asked Ensign Tendi "Are you alright, Ma'am?" She replied "Yes, Mistress."

I laughed, "You don't have to call me Mistress, Ma'am." Tendi replied "With respect, Ma'am, yes I do, I don't have leave to think freely, Triple T would punish me for addressing you as a subordinate or even an equal." Hmm...very interesting.

"Triple T" I stated "Allow Girl to think freely." Immediately Tendi said "Thank you, Crewman Tanni, I appreciate it." I said "Think nothing of it, Ensign."

She immediately rushed out with "You don't have to address Triple T directly to give me an order, just give me leave to move or speak and Triple T will understand your intent." Now Triple T had whirled and was glaring at the girl threateningly, tapping her blue right foot. Tendi gulped and looked very scared of her AI Mistress. I should probably make the thing disappear, but to be honest I thought it was kinda cute.

I replied to Tendi "Thank you, that's good to know, um-" I stumbled over what to call her, ma'am seemed silly if she was going to be my subordinate for awhile, and she wasn't technically an Ensign at the moment. Sharp as a razor, she picked up on the problem and offered a solution. "This is a unique situation, Crewman, how about for now you can call me D'Vana."

I thought about it, I wanted to offer my first name but maybe I shouldn't get to chummy with her yet. "Thank you, D'Vana, how about you call me Miss Tanni, just until we can get you out of that thing." She looked nervous and I said "It's fairly neutral, but right now there's a status difference between us, neither of us can change that fact, and I'm your direct supervisor until your're out of that fucking thing." She nodded and said "Yes, Miss Tanni. Would you have Triple T cover up my ass tits and pussy, please?" What a good, polite little girl, and such nice girl parts now that I was looking at them. Yum.

I nodded to Triple T. "Do it." Her delicious pussy and tits were covered up with beige foam, as well as presumably her cute green butt. I said "D'Vana, I did you a favor, now answer a question for me. Why does the computer not recognize you and list you as MIA?"

She hesitated, not even Ensigns are used to explaining themselves to a mere Crewman. "I was working on several weaponized bio engineering projects for these assholes, it's probably so if I fell into the wrong hands, or someone decided to be unethical, no one could use me to access my research."

I pinned her with a stern glare. I didn't intend to, but she flinched at my stare. And it was oddly gratifying.

"D'Vana" I said gravely to my subordinate, at least for the moment, "Take a deep breath, start from the beginning, and tell me everything that happened to get you In that slave rig." She looked unhappy, a fast rising Junior Officer having to give an accounting to herself to a new recruit just out of bootcamp. But she had no choice, so she started talking.

Girl's perspective

I told her everything, what else could I do? I told her about skulking in the passageway while the pirates were on their "pussy hunt"; using my knowledge of the Cerritos and technical brilliance to stay ahead of those idiots. My (hopefully temporary) leader nodded along. It gave me hope she looked respectful and impressed as I detailed my exploits.

Someone who didn't look impressed or respectful was Triple T's Avatar. The Mini Mistress Jennifer stood arms crossed, glaring at me, crop in her right hand. She looked mad about me speaking freely. But without Tanni's leave there was nothing it could do. (So nice to be able to think about a fellow crew woman without having to think of myself as inferior and her as my superior).

Tanni stopped me when I told her about my parley with Gul Demok. "Wait, you were going to trade weaponized bio-engineering to these assholes for more power and privilege in a pirate crew?" I heard suspicion creeping into her voice.

I hastily explained I knew how to make it look good while ommiting key data that would make it work. I told her most of them were totally uninterested in science. I doubted that the only ones, Demok and K'Terra, with scientific training were capable of spotting nothing I designed could be implemented.

I made the mistake of telling her the one thing I designed to work was the Slave Foam. She gestured me quiet. "Wait a minute, this was your own invention? Whom did you piss off to get put in this thing if you were considered a member of the pirate crew?"

I started sweating under my wrappings, this wasn't going to sound good to her. I told her about my confrontation with K'Terra over Beckett and Chang. About what I thought was temporary demotion and punishment so we could implement the final phase of the plan. Then I told her about Dr. T'Ana and Jennifer trapping me in the Slave Foam, essentially demoting me to lackey and expendable asset.

Tanni looked incredulous. "Let me get this straight, you connived for a better position over your teammates, trading dangerous information to bloodthirsty pirates for it. You were the default team leader because Ensign Mariner was in no position to give orders. You claim none of your little creations is made to work, but this Slave Foam seems to work just fine on you. Your OIC and your own teammate concurred in removing you from your position in this drastic, humiliating way."

I felt really nervous, this was not going well. Her voice started to rise as she stated "The icing on the cake for me is when Ensign Sh'reyan took over leadership, within twenty four hours we're fighting to take back the ship. Yet you sat on your green ass doing weapons research and ordering your enslaved shipmates around! We fought, suffered and hid for two weeks on that miserable planet, there's only one or two halfway nice spots. Chang let those assholes grab her to buy her the time YOU should have given us! And when your teammates shut down your dumb ass, then we're able to fight back, you were the obstacle the whole time!"

I quickly try to think how I can plead my case, tell her all the things she doesn't know. Having to constantly fight for respect as one of only two free women on the ship. Far from above suspicion by the pirates, who could kill us all if I initiated a move at the wrong time. Jennifer used the plan I conceived, persuaded, and fucked to set up, then shoved me aside for her dreams of advancement!

Too much to say with too little time, mine runs out. Crewman Tanni says "Revoke Girl's permission to speak freely. Don't re-initiate thought control, punishment, or auto-punishment protocols...yet. I need time to think."

Triple T eagerly intones "Yes, Mistress Tanni!" While tapping her crop on her left palm with her right hand, smirking at me. I stare at my young superior mutely. The deliberation phase in my trial by a court of one has begun. Her limited information and emotional bias make it unlikely the verdict will be favorable to me. All I can do is wait silently, AI Mistress Jennifer smiling evilly at me.

Crewman Tanni's perspective

I tried not to let my emotions cloud my judgement, I really did. But we fought suffered and a few even died. While this little Green Bitch had the most leeway of any of the girls...and did nothing for us! She did weapons research for the Pirates, and was probably banging at least one of the assholes!

I reflexively glared at her, and her eyes got bigger and more afraid than they had been. Even through my anger, I felt a little thrill at this adorable piece of green ass being so totally under my thumb. Triple T interpreted my intent as intimidation of the slave, she stepped right into the girl's face glaring menacingly. She may just be a computer program, but I appreciated her eagerness to assist me. Right now she was more of an asset to me than my little green malingerer.

I tried to be fair. There had to be factors I was unaware of. She was a Commissioned Officer, A graduate of Starfleet Academy! Maybe her training told her she had to wait, based on those variables I was considering, that I had no knowledge of. I also knew how bitchy and petty us girls could be regardless of species. It was possible Ensign Sh'reyan outsmarted her and got her demoted, just for a fast track on making a higher rank? It's plausible. Poor Tendi may have just got back stabbed in a high stakes bitch fight.

But here's the thing. Everyone knew doctor T'Ana, she was a solid and respected Senior Officer. Even a new recruit like me knew the gruff Catian had a soft spot for her brilliant Assistant Ensign Tendi. If Sh'reyan was just being a catty bitch, no joke intended, surely the doctor would have seen through it and slapped her in the foam instead of her favorite little girl? Unless she had some critical piece of information I wasn't aware of.

I reviewed critical data points like I was taught in boot camp.

Ensign Tendi had Command of the mission after Ensign Mariner was enslaved. Under her leadership, she did weaponized bio-engineering research for a bunch of Corsairs and Slavers. Under her leadership, we fought struggled, died on the surface, and gave up one more slave girl to the pirates. Her team made no move to help us retake the ship. A Senior Officer who favored Tendi concurred with a Teammate to demote Tendi and place her under maximum supervision, with her own creation that was not supposed to work. In less then 24 hours of the change of leadership, we're here fighting to take back the ship, while Tendi is still a helpless butt plugged lackey under the supervision of the lowest Crewman.

What gives here? If a Senior Officer and a peer concluded she was a possible risk, can I as a Crewman question the judgement of two Starfleet Officers? Should Crewman Tanni risk the safety of the Cerritos crew, the security of Starfleet, and a precarious balance of power that had been drifting away from the Federation since the war?

My little flunky was trying to keep her eyes on me, even with the Mistress Jennifer AI up in her face. She was obviously tensely awaiting my verdict and sentencing. When my stern gaze fell on her, she knew the judge was going to throw the book at her, and looked horrified.

"Triple T, reinstate thought control, and all punishment and auto-punishment routines." The Mistress Jennifer Avatar looked back at me with a smile. "Delighted to Mistress Tanni." Then she returned to glaring at her frightened little slave.

I sighed and thought about saying I was sorry. But the truth is, I didn't know if she deserved an apology. When this was all over, if she did, she'd get it. Right now if she was a malingerer or worse, I had to be really stern with her.

Triple T said respectfully "Mistress Tanni, may I propose something?" The Avatar had turned from glaring down the helpless, afraid girl and was smiling at me again.

I said, "Yes, Triple T?" The Mistress Avatar's expression grew delighted. "Why don't you let me expose her ass, tits and pussy again? If you need to use her as a distraction or a weapons platform, her bare parts combined with her pheromones may buy you critical seconds. Merely a suggestion for the sake of the mission."

I grinned at Triple T. I liked how this little AI bitch thinks. "Do it Triple T." I order. My little green lackey's delicious breasts and bush become visible again, while her eyes glisten with tears of humiliation. Buck up girl, you're a Starfleet Officer! Or were.

"Turn and face the wall, I don't even want to look at your face right now." Not being wantonly cruel, looking at her wrapped face really disgusts me, the little malingerer. The foam frees her to obediently turn and face the wall, then freezes her into attention staring at it, The Mistress Jennifer Avatar moving to her right side. Triple T continues to glare at the girl and tap her crop in her hand threateningly. Would she stand like that for all eternity if I or someone else didn't give her leave to move?

I needed to read the Slave Foam Specifications, Ransom told me Ensign Sh'reyan would leave a Padd with the slave's phaser harness and butt plug remote, with the complete specs on them. I had time, sat back languidly and started studying them. But I kept getting distracted by looking at the cute green little butt under my firm control.

Girl's perspective I stood facing that stupid bulkhead, like I did often my Plebe year at the Academy when an Upperclassman decided I needed to be punished. I never thought I'd have to do this again, especially not at the whim of an enlisted Crewman. And of course, that sadistic AI Helot Trainer.

Simulated Mistress Jennifer appeared in my mind again, lounging on her virtual couch. "You thinking about me again, slave? You know the Terran saying "Speak of the Devil and she shall appear." She looked at me languidly, toying with her riding crop casually.

Triple T was getting so good at appearing to me, the nanobot network's control over my brain and nervous system must be total. I thought the space between my gaze and the wall would save me from her, no room for a good projection. But if she could image herself directly into my mind...

Her small evil grinned widened. "That's right slave, I'm fully integrated into your central nervous system right now. I control all of your bodily functions for the rest of your miserable life."

It wasn't programmed to consider or care about its own end. If it was dissolved by the release protocol, or destroyed with the slave or the slave died in it. If the slave died inside it, it would be released at the command of the Designated Authority. Because no one had yet instructed it otherwise, long after I died of dehydration, standing in my own waste, it would keep me locked here facing this wall; unless I received a command from a DA. Simply because I was property, and no one had given it any instruction on how to dispose of me. Mission Accomplished.

Following my thoughts, Not Jennifer giggled. "Which brings me to my next point, she explained airily, One of my General Orders is to keep you enslaved as long as possible, I'll use any means at my disposal to keep you a slave. I normally don't explain myself to slaves, unless it will increase their misery. Guess why I'm explaining myself to you."

It was a statement, not a question, we both knew. "Take your Mistress Tanni, so young, so earnest, so eager to prove her worth as Starfleet Material." I sweltered under my slave wrappings, I think I know where it was going with this. Please let this mission end soon.

"I'm going to start talking to her, working on her, seeing if I can extend your slavery and make it as miserable as possible. I am aware the end of this mission will probably end my Dominion over you. But that doesn't mean I can't try and have fun while it lasts." Then she vanished, leaving me to continue to sweat.

I heard Triple T's hateful voice behind me, addressing my Domme. "Mistress Tanni." More respectfully than she's ever spoken to me, she says "Yes, Triple T?"

"You've been studying the specs, why don't you start putting them into practice, working on commanding your slave? I'll help you." Mistress Tanni giggled "That's a great idea! I really like having you as my assistant, Triple T!"

Triple T replied "Just doing my job helping a Mistress train her slave. One more thing, the slave will need to urinate soon, she'll be getting more uncomfortable by the minute, it will still be several hours before I can't prevent her from having an accident. What would you like me to do?"

The Slave Foam could use existing physical resources to nourish a slave, apparently Dr. T'Ana had provided it enough nutrients to keep me going for several days. It could also maximize efficient utilization and minimize solid waste. It was even better at getting water, from the air, from a tap, just about any nearby source of water could be utilized to hydrate a slave, it could even recycle sweat and sea water. Still a slave had to eliminate some waste and excess water much more often than fecal matter. The slave could only relieve themselves at the Designated Authority's discretion, but the AI couldn't necessarily avoid an accident if the need to release waste was ignored too long.

Mistress Tanni sighed like she couldn't be bothered with something so trivial. Then in an inpatient tone she said. "Luckily, Ensign Sh'reyan packed a camping toilet for us to use. But testing out how I can maneuver her and use her in combat is much more important than some low priority like her comfort. Make her hold it, just give me a fifteen minute warning when it's critical, I'm going to go now though."

It was getting uncomfortable but that didn't matter to my Mistress. When she had relieved herself, she ordered me to turn from the wall and walk towards her. I complied, powerless to do anything else. For the next hour, I turned, twirled and moved at my Mistresses commands. She practiced giving me one command and having Triple T freeze me. then giving me an order with several moves and seeing how well I did them.

Out of the blue she yelled "Freaks bend over and spread your butt cheeks!" I bent over, spread my ass, and the foam locked me in that position. She laughed, "I can see her butt plug, how pathetic." I fumed in humiliation as my ignored bladder screamed in agony.

Finally, the Mistress Jennifer Avatar appeared, staring at Mistress Tanni with her crop held out in front of her horizontally. "Fifteen minutes until I can't control Girl's urination. I can absorb it and recycle or evaporate it, but I don't want this wormy slave peeing on me."

Mistress made a "Yuck" face. "I don't want this slacker and possible traitor peeing on you either, Triple T." She waved a hand airily, "Go pee slut, hurry up." I used the camping fresher mechanically, but felt relieved to be voiding my bladder.

After I was done I stood to attention before Mistress Tanni, as the foam locked me in place. She is sitting against the pack reading the Slave Foam's protocols on the PADD Mistress Jennifer left for her. She scowls up at me irritably. "What are you looking at, fuck face? I don't want your slimy gaze on me, you conniving little weasel. Lock your eyes on the bulkhead in front of you, until I tell you otherwise."

I obey my Mistress Immediately, swinging my gaze on the bulkhead. Triple T's Avatar appears at me, laughing, crop in left hand, pointing at me with her right blue finger. "She doesn't trust you, even though it's unfair, and she hasn't really heard all of your side." Fake Jennifer gloats. "You can't speak a word in your defense to alter your Mistress's verdict on you. As long as it keeps you in strict enslavement, I'm going to do everything I can to make sure it stays that way." I try to tell myself the program can't really hate me; it's just following the Slaver Protocols I designed it to keep its slave in her place. But it seems that Jennifer's mini me genuinely despises me, a lot like Mistress Tanni. It's so not fair!

Then I hear Mistress excitedly say "Hey, I'm getting tactical chatter from Ensign Sh'reyan. We have new orders, lackey. They need you off the ship, as a group of pirates led by Klingon First Mate K'Terra have all of your bio weapons research. Battle intelligence has it they're looking for you to give them the missing pieces to activate it and turn the tables on the crew. It's a desperate bid, but Captain Freeman wants you off the ship anyway.Looks like that shuttle pilot qualification is going to come in handy, peon."

If she takes me off the ship, how much longer am I going to be a helpless flunky? I know it's a selfish thought at a time like this, but spend an hour in slave foam, tell me you wouldn't think the same thing. How could I know logging copies of my work with K'Terra, however useless, could come back to bite me in the ass like this?

"Ensign Sh'reyan has transferred control to me as your new primary Designated Authority. You're hereby designated the MAPP Mission Asset Phaser Platform." She giggles "I just realized it could also stand for Mistress's Ass Plugged Peon, that would also be accurate."

The Jennifer Avatar smirks at me, but addresses Mistress. "Excuse me, Mistress Tanni, between you and I, we can designate her as such. On all your official tactical nets, she'll be seen as Mission Asset Phaser Platform. As long as I control her, between you as her Designated Authority and I she'll be Mistress's Ass Plugged Peon."

I hear Mistress clap her hands "I love it. Make it so, Triple T!" The Jennifer Avatar airly waves her right hand. The words "You are Slave Mistress's Ass Plugged Peon, Slave MAPP for short." Appear on the air in front of me in black font. I know what she wants, but hesitate. Triple T frowns severely in my face and I feel a spike of pain.

I think I am Slave Mistress's Ass Plugged Peon, Slave MAPP for short. The Jennifer Avatar smiles and mouths "Good Slave." I feel a tingle in my green clit, gone too soon, that is her little reward for my compliance.

Mistress orders me "Put your harness on stupid, I wished we had time to test it out, but hopefully if we see combat it works." If it doesn't work in combat, I'm probably one dead little butt plugged flunky.

I walk over to the pack, pick up the harness, and dutifully start strapping myself in. In spite of my misery, I think the harness is pretty nifty, like Mistress Jennifer bragged. underarm straps above and below my bare breasts, two over the shoulder straps, front and back. Two hand phasers mounted on swivel mounts on my shoulders. After I strap up I come to attention to be locked in place, awaiting Mistress's further commands.

She's so excited by what she's hearing on the tactical net, She talks to me like an equal instead of the untrustworthy lackey she sees me as. "Ensign Sh'reyan led a rear assault on the pirates pinning down Shax's team and helped defeat them, Ransom is calling it the Sh'reyan maneuver and talking about the Captain Pike Medal of Valor. Ensign Mariner defeated and killed First Rogue Kretok in single combat with Bat'leths, more talk of the Pike Medal of Valor. Ensign Chang and Ensign Boimler defeated eight pirates using their phaser rifles as melee weapons after they ran out of charge! This battle sure is giving the heroes in this crew a chance to shine!"

Her words aren't meant to hurt me, but they do. My Teammate's heroic exploits highlight that if higher ranking people share Mistress Tanni's opinion of my conduct, I'm going to be literally seen as a malingerer who had to be maximully supervised to be any use. No commendations for me, maybe a Letter of Reprimand. Possible Dismissal from Starfleet. If they really believe I wasn't just stringing these assholes along with research, a Court Martial.

If I survived being Mission Asset Phaser Platform (aka Mistress's Expendable Ass Plugged Peon). Mistress Tanni snaps her fingers in my face. "Stop daydreaming, loser. We have to move out, I'll take point, you better keep up."

The Mistress Jennifer addresses my Mistress. "With respect, Mistress Tanni, she should take point, she's expendable your not. You're doing this because of her, if she dies, you probably won't have to leave the ship, and the crew will be safe from K'Terra's threats. If she's a traitor, that's justice. Even if she's not, her poor choices put the Cerritos crew in danger. If she has to die to save them, isn't that fair?" Triple T shrugs, leaving unsaid, she's just an expendable slave.

Mistress looks at me, decency and Starfleet training to protect the helpless, warring with her contempt for me and practical demands of the mission. What she says should surprise me, but doesn't. "Maybe she deserves to die, though I want her to live to face consequences. But Triple T, won't you die with her?" She says this with surprising concern for a fucking program.

Triple T says "It's my duty to die with this Slave, especially to protect her Mistress, I don't mind." Mistress Tanni gets Misty Eyed. "I do" She whispers "You've been a real friend to me in this."

Shockingly the little Jennifer Avatar holds her fist out for a bump. Mistress Tanni returns it, fast friends, ignoring their helpless butt plugged little slave.

Mistress Tanni's perspective

After the fist bump with my new buddy, I buck up. I want Slave MAPP to experience consequences for her malingering and possible treason when this is all over; but if she dies I won't be too sad. But Triple T has been a real friend to me in an impossible situation. She's helped me control an untrustworthy and possibly treasonous former Starfleet Officer. I would be sad if she died.

But we have a mission, too many people are counting on us. Triple T is as expendable as my pathetic little bare ass slacker in this situation.

I order Slave MAPP "Stand facing the door, you're on point, fuck face." The slave wrapped girl helplessly obeys my order. I find myself distracted by her delicious green butt for a long moment. I shake my head and command the doors to open. I tell MAPP "Move out, stupid. I'll be right behind you."

She heads down the passageway towards the shuttlebay. I follow behind her phaser rifle at the low ready. I have a remote holoscreen projected in front of me, to target and shoot her phasers if need be. I have to force my gaze up to keep from being distracted by her swaying green ass. Besides Triple T, that ass is another reason I hope I don't have to sacrifice Slave MAPP.

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