Slave MAPP 's (formerly Ensign Tendi) perspective

I helplessly stumbled down the P-way, the phaser harness making it hard for me to balance with my arms trapped at my sides. Mistress knew what the problem was but was not sympathetic. "Find your fucking legs, you little slacker, I know the extra weight makes it hard, adjust! About time you pulled some weight on this mission, Peon."

Which reminded me of my new designation, Slave MAPP, Mistress's Ass Plugged Peon. Between my Designated Authority in the Slave Foam, Mistress Tanni and my AI Slave Trainer, Triple T, that was my new name, though on official tactical nets I was Mission Asset Phaser Platform.

Speaking of tactical nets, the smirking Mistress Jennifer Avatar in my face was plugging me into the tactical nets to listen to the chatter. Not a thoughtful act at all. The only reason for giving a slave information they don't need is to heighten their misery.

The Cerritos Crew seemed to be winning the battle to retake the ship from the Corsairs. I know I should be happy about that, and I was trying, really I was. But Triple T just wanted me to know that because of the constantly shifting events in combat, the plan was changing, I was to be enslaved in this foam longer for the sake of the mission, my feelings were not relevant. Triple T was however, fulfilling its programmed Orion Slaver directive to keep me a slave as long as possible. I should know, I programmed it.

You're thinking I'm selfish to be thinking about myself at a time like this. If there's no time to free me, but I can still be an asset, I should be happy about that right? Spend an hour in this fucking foam, one hour, then tell me you wouldn't see where I'm coming from.

Also, the AI Slave Trainer wanted to rub in how I was perceived, compared to the heroic exploits of my shipmates. I heard Commander Ransom deliver the tactical narrative over the net "Mariner, Boimler and Chang have formed a fire team to hunt down K'Terra and her group. Wow, Mariner and Chang are still wearing thong bikinis! Those girls are amazing! I'm going to be up to my eyeballs with all the commendations I have to write! Four Captain Pike Medals of Valor and that's just the start of it!"

As we listened to the XO's excited Narrative, the AI Mistress Jennifer mouthed exactly what I was thinking to me. "Only Four, I wonder why?" She smirked. I really didn't want to speculate, but couldn't help it.

The conversation between Captain Freeman and Commander Ransom Triple T let me hear clarified it for me anyway. "The team in the Medbay is looking at the work Ensign Tendi was doing for the pirates. I wish Dr. D'Tana was here, but she's got command of the bridge, with Shax, Sh'reyan and Barnes, they're trying to restore control functions and hold off a counterattack by some pirates." He's really quiet for a long moment.

"I sure hope this isn't what it looks like, I like that kid, she's got guts. She fought four Romulan sentries by herself to save our squad when we were on a special ops mission together." I remember that mission, one of my first on the Cerritos, though Ransom had actually mistakenly selected me to participate, he'd been deeply impressed by my performance.

Captain Freeman's sharp voice cuts into the XO's doubts. "Commander, we are not jumping to conclusions about Ensign Tendi's conduct without testimony from her four other teammates, Dr T'Ana and a thorough investigation. Right now as far as I'm concerned, she's as much of a hero as the four other girls." I'm heartened by the Captain's vote of confidence, though I can hear the lingering doubt in her voice.

The Commander says "Yes, ma'am." dutifully, but I know his confidence in me is shaken.Then Mistress Mariner cuts in "Mom, Ransom, D'Vana's not a traitor! She had our backs the whole time. She came up with the initial plan and took steps to implement it, she had everything mostly set up when Jennifer took over. We wouldn't be fighting to take back the ship right now if it wasn't for her!"

Ransom says "For the thousandth time, Ensign, it's Sir or Commander Ransom to you. We'll take your deposition at the appropriate time, proceed with your mission, Ensign." My Ebony Terran Mistress harrumphs "Whatever, Jack." Insolently using the Commander's first name, something she often does to irk him. But she signs off as ordered.

My spirits are buoyed by one of my Mistresses and friends unwavering support of me, despite how indifferent I had to behave towards her and Mistress Chang in the Orion slave harnesses.

My temporary good cheer is flagged by my Mistress speaking to me, contempt clearly in her voice. "Triple T is letting you listen to this right, loser?" Knowing she means the tactical chatter, We've stopped, and she moves ahead of me to tactically clear a corner where the passageway takes a left turn. I could definitely not practically do that in my current slave rig. I reply "Yes, Mistress." as she peers around the corner.

"That's a loyal friend you have in Ensign Mariner. And the XO really respects you. Sounds like he'd be crushed if it turns out you're a traitor, but right now they don't want to believe it's possible." She looks at me speculatively, the contempt for me draining from her eyes, then lets out a sigh. "Look, D'Vana, I know I've been really hard on you, but what I know of your conduct, it doesn't make you look good. If I'm wrong, I want to say I'm sorr-"

Then Ransom's voice cuts in on the net "Crewman Tanni, do you read me?" Crewman Tanni nearly pops to attention and quickly replies. "Commander Ransom, yes, sir I read you loud and clear."

"How are you and MAPP doing, Crewman?" Not Ensign Tendi, but Mission Asset Phaser Platform. Giggling, The Mistress Jennifer Avatar brings up the words Mistress's Ass Plugged Peon in glowing neon green font, just to remind me what the acronym really stands for.

"We're fine, sir, we're in the passageway to the right of Lieutenant's country." On the Cerritos, Ensigns and Enlisted slept in open bay berthings, Lieutenant J.G.'s and Lieutenants had two man staterooms.

"A rather large group of pirates holdouts is headed your way, but the dummies aren't tactically clearing rooms on their route like we would. I'd like you to take MAPP and duck into the stateroom down the hall, second on the right. Stay there until I clear you to proceed to the shuttlebay."

I start to sweat under my slave wrap again. That's the room I shared with Danar! Just when Mistress Tanni was starting to have respect for me...if she finds evidence of our relationship! With her propensity for jumping to conclusions, it won't be good for me.

Mistress says "Aye, sir, Wilco." Ransom says "Crewman Tanni, you're doing a great job. Your leadership over and supervision of MAPP is sure to get you a glowing commendation and a meritorious promotion. Keep her out of the pirate's hands, at all costs. Ransom out." He sounds sad, but he can't take the chance K'Terra can use me to activate my nasty creations. I'm a disposable asset if it comes to that

Mistress says "Roger, sir, Tanni out." Then she gives me a look. It's the softest one she's given me so far. "D'Vana, don't worry, I'll do all I can to keep you safe, I swear it as your Team Leader." She gently puts her left hand on my right shoulder.

Then she takes her hand off my shoulder. "I'll take point while we dash to the room. I'll use you to shoot high and I shoot low if we run into trouble. Turn your back to me while I open the door and scan both ways for hostiles. I give you leave to speak to call out anything you see as a threat. Triple T, she also has permission to move tactically to keep herself safe. Let's do it D!" She smiles and claps my shoulder with genuine camaraderie.

As I helplessly, dutifully follow my Mistress to the room I shared with my dead Cardy boyfriend, I wonder how long that will last. I have personal items all over that fucking room. And my hairbrush has D'Vana embossed on it, lying clearly visible on the dresser...

Mistress Tanni's perspective

We make it to the stateroom, without incident. One of the things I hadn't tested out was D'Vana's tactical maneuvering when Triple T was helping me learn how to control her. I have to say when she gets leeway to move, that girl maneuvers like a pro. Wow, a special ops mission with the XO! If he trusts her that much, maybe I'm wrong about her.

She dutifully shields me and scans for threats while I open the stateroom door. I ordered her to back into the room behind me, which she obediently does. Triple T freezes her in place covering the doors.

I frown, if some meathead pirate barges in blasting she's vulnerable, especially since she relies on me to fire her weapons. "Sweetie, move off to the side where I can still use you to cover the door, but you won't get hit if someone rushes in shooting." She does so obediently. "There's my good girl, I'm proud of you, you're doing great, D'Vana." I praise my cute little green lackey, trying to be more respectful and a better leader for her. Though I still lick my lips over that delicious little butt, not covering her up just yet.

I flop on the bunk, knowing I should be more alert, but I'm beat, a little rest can't hurt. I lay on the bunk, my eyes drifting over to a holophoto on the dresser, a picture of a Cardassian family, husband, wife and child. One of these assholes has a family? I guess it makes sense, we were briefed that the Cardassian faction of Kretok's Rogue Ones were post Dominion War Cardassian Guard deserters, led by wanted war criminal Gul Demok.

Then what caught my eyes was a pink, girly hair brush, odd thing for a Cardassian hardass to have. I looked a little closer, it had green hair on the tines. A suspicion was starting to form as I got up to take a closer look. I turned it over and on the back in green letters was embossed "D'Vana". I felt my anger and contempt for Slave MAPP boil back up as I turned to gaze on her

My little flunky had her back turned to me, covering the door. I noticed a sheen of sweat on her nude, plugged green butt. Triple T appeared behind her back, smirking and pointing at the brush. "She's been perspiring profusely since Ransom ordered you to cover in this room. I guess we know why, huh?" Triple T laughed.

I wasn't in a funny mood. I walked up behind her and smacked her ass hard with her hairbrush. Then I walk in front of her face holding up the hairbrush. She looked like a green deer in a set of headlights as her eyes locked on the brush.

"Okay, slave, I want answers. Is this yours and were you sleeping with the asshole who lived here?" Wide eyed and terrified, my little slave answered "Yes, Mistress Tanni, that is my brush, and I was sleeping with the guy who lived here."

I took a deep breath, tried to compose myself, and tried to be fair. Even as a member of the pirate crew, I know how men are, especially when they have power over us, she might not have been given a choice whom she slept with. I softened my tone a little "D'Vana, was this man forcing himself on you, making you pretend to like it, and play act as his girlfriend? Don't feel shamed sweetie, it's not your fault. I know what men are capable of when the balance of power over us females swings their way."

My slave's answer was hesitant, but I saw from the pained look in her eyes Triple T wasn't going to give her time to choose her words. "After the first time, Mistress, I guess it was voluntary. I tried to tell myself I was pretending to be his girlfriend, but I got genuine feelings for him. And I did like sleeping with him, he gave me some of the best orgasms I ever had."

I wanted to scream in her face "You little slut!" But I was trying to be a good superior and listen. I parsed her words very carefully. "After the first time." So he had raped her. It wasn't inconceivable she got Stockholm Syndrome, the pirate bastard obliviously thinking his manliness made her willingly submit. I needed to give her leave to speak freely to explain herself better.

Just then the Comm screen chimed and a hazy picture appeared on the screen, Mariner still in her bikini, fighting a Klingon female that must be K'Terra in the crew's mess. Both women wielded Bat'leths with lethal efficiency, neither able to land a killing blow.

My eyes shifted, Ensign Boimler was huddled protectively over a figure on the deck. Ensign Chang! She was still in a bikini as well, with a battle auto tourniquet on her left thigh. The young man was trying to get a shot at K'Terra with his phaser while defending his wounded comrade. But he couldn't take it without risking hitting his Bestie Mariner.

Ransom's voice came on the net "Crewman Tanni, I know how you feel about Ensign Chang, since you were there when she let herself get captured to buy us time, that's why I sent this feed to you. Ensign Boimler says she's stable for now, but needs to see doctor T'Ana immediately."

"I have another reason for showing this to you though. If Ensign Mariner can't neutralize K'Terra, you need to get MAPP to the shuttlebay, and fly her off the ship. Go to Landing Zone Oasis and wait for my all clear signal. There's a Plasma Storm incoming, so it may be a day or more. Good luck, Crewman."

Mariner took a momentary lull in the battle to yell at her buddy. "Brad, you're not going to be able to take the shot! Grab Chang and get her to safety! I'll deal with this cunt!"

The young officer gravely nods, holsters his phaser, and hoists the wounded girl up and over his shoulders in a Fireman's carry, heading for the back exit.

Unfortunately, the Cunt in Question uses Ensign Mariner's distraction to land a solid front kick to her midsection. The girl flies back landing on her butt on one of the tables. She jumps up ready to resume the fight, but K'Terra turns and runs out the front entrance in a very unKlingon fashion. Mariner runs to catch her, but the doors close, and K'Terra's apparently done something so Mariner can't open them.

Heros fighting, sacrificing, maybe dying-I think of Chang choking back a sob-to take back the ship. Then my eyes lock with my pathetic little butt plugged Zero. She was strutting around the ship, working for these assholes, fucking one of them, and now we're all still in danger because of-her! It's at least justice that she's held by one of her own creations as a controlled lackey being stripped of dignity by an AI.

Her gaze has been locked on the screen too, heard the same tactical chatter, she knows what this means for her. Her sentence is extended and her warden hates her. Karma, baby doll.

I absently stuff the hairbrush in my back pocket. I say "MAPP, lets move out, you're on point." As she obediently faces the door I take the hairbrush out and shove the handle up her butt.

I asked Triple T "Can you hold this in her ass without interfering with the operation of her buttplug?" The Mistress Jennifer Avatar smiles and says "With pleasure, it shouldn't interfere."

I whisper in MAPP's right ear, standing behind her. "If Chang dies, slacker, I'm not going to kill you, but I am going to make you wish you were dead, that's a promise."

The doors open and my little flunkie silently moves out, me following with my rifle at the low ready. I noticed the sheen of sweat on her cute green butt has increased profusely.

Slave MAPP's perspective, 45 minutes later main shuttlebay

"Come and get me boys, you're so slow!" I giggle, running and dodging from the meathead pirates who want to fuck me.

Of course, it's not really me running and dodging. My body is being used like a puppet by Mistress Tanni and Triple T. They've completely cut me out of the communications loop, so I watch like a helpless spectator in my own body as Mistress Tanni uses me to tease the pirates and lure them into a trap.

I taunt, giggle, twerk, dance and run, all under someone else's control. Mistress Tanni has revved up the butt plug to maximum, along with the hairbrush shoved up my butt, makes all my movements painful.

Not that my comfort is any concern, to the angry, impaired judgement of my Mistress or her cruel, sadistic, artificial assistant.

It's not fair at all! I could've explained to her why I did what I had to do with Danar, being his girlfriend made me seem "tamed" to the pirate crew, so I could work a plan without suspicion. I can't help he gave me orgasms, and I really tried to fight having feelings for him. Mistress seemed ready to listen to an explanation.

Then that transmission came in. Perfect Timing. Mistress Tanni sees her hero, Ensign Chang laid out trying to stop K'Terra, and loses all reason. Then Ransom reminds her this happened because of what I did. Her reason has vanished and she just sees me as a disposable asset again. So I'm running around like a helpless sex puppet, twerking and laughing with my pink hairbrush jammed up my butt.

My shoulder mounted phasers are hidden by a holoprojected sign over my head. It says "Free Orion Twat, Come Get It Boys!" In neon green font. It extends what looks like anchoring posts down to my shoulders, so my weapons attachments are hidden.

You'd think they'd be suspicious. But most of them aren't very bright to begin with, and my pheromones rob them of what little smarts they ever had. It had been smart of K'Terra to post guards in the shuttlebay. But she never could fix stupid in her flunkies.

When Mistress Tanni saw the four men lounging around the shuttlebay smoking. She wanted us to go in blasting. But Triple T had a better idea.

Why not minimize the risk to herself by using me as a distraction? It was a win, win. If they shot me, the Cerritos crew was out of danger, and she didn't have to leave the ship.

If the plan succeeded, we could board the shuttle and leave the ship, all with minimal risk to her, an expendable slave was supposed to do that for her Mistress. I just stood mutely, listening to them discuss the humiliating plan while I felt the sweat bead under my slave wrapping.

Then Triple T forced me to walk out of our hiding spot, flashing that humiliating sign over my head, my butt plug revving to pump out my lust pheromones. The four pirates seemed utterly shocked to see a mummy girl with her girl parts hanging out walk brazenly up to them, a sleazy advertisement posted over her head.

I was forced to put my hands on my hips and say "Well what are you limp dicks waiting for, you wanted my green slave ass since you first saw it. Now's your chance. Come and get it."

I run away giggling, and lo and behold, those boneheads start chasing me. Hooting and catcalling. It seems like an eternity, I run, stop, dance and twerk, taunt the jerks, run again. All as a helpless puppet of Triple T and Mistress Tanni. It feels like an eternity punctuated by the painful buzzing of my buttplug.

Finally Triple T freezes me, legs spread wide, hands on hips, plug buzzing away. I watch, mute and helpless as the pirates close in, listening to their taunts.

"Aww, do your friends not like you any more, girlie? We'll adopt you." "Is that a hairbrush up her ass, I got to get it out to make room for my pecker." "You had a lot to say earlier, sweetheart, why so quiet now?" "Danar and Demok always hogged your green butt for themselves, now we're all going to get a piece of it."

I can only watch them mutely, a helpless sex bunny, as four hungry predators close in on her. Waiting for her Mistress to save her. Please, Mistress, don't let them touch me, after being violated by Demok, Danar, and even my Mistress, Jennifer, I don't want to be forced again. But it's not my choice.

Finally the sign disappears, my right phaser stays pointing forward, while my left swivels aft. They both fire, and I hear Mistress's rifle firing as well.

My tormentors crumple and tears of relief fill my eyes. Thank you, Mistress! I know I shouldn't be grateful to her after she humiliated and used me. But I really am being molded into a perfect slave. Again, the stupid slaver protocols I programmed into it.

Mistress Tanni walks up, looking at the pirates with amazement and contempt. "What a bunch of idiots, I can't believe they fell for that." My sentiments exactly.

Mistress Tanni says "Thank you, Triple T, I couldn't have done it without you, I'm glad you're ok." I fume. My Mistress has more regard for a computer program, then a living being she forced to risk her life in a degrading fashion! A spike of pain and I think quite rightly, slaves are just property at the disposal of their owners. Triple T briefly stimulates my clit as a reward for right thinking.

The Mistress Jennifer AI says "You're welcome, Mistress Tanni, it's my job to help you use your slave with maximum efficiency." Mistress Tanni looks misty eyed again. "Call me Cori, all my friends do." She offers.

Triple T grins. "Delighted to Cori, we make a great team!" The Mistress Jennifer Avatar holds her hand up for a high five. Looking delighted, Mistress Tanni slaps her tiny projected hand. Another Mistress Tanni/Triple T affectionate moment, leaving their little slavey on the outside looking in.

Then the Mistress Jennifer AI smirks and nods her head at me. "Speaking of idiots..." Mistress Tanni looks at me, grimaces, and walks up to me reaching around and pulling the hair brush out of my ass. She kicks it thoughtlessly to the side after she drops it on the deck, worthless trash to her. My eyes track it with sorrow, a poignant reminder of my seemingly long ago life as a free woman. It feels like an eternity and it's barely been a day!

Mistress Tanni orders me up the extended ramp of the shuttle, having Triple T free my arms so I don't faceplant on the deck. Mistress Tanni starts to search for traps set by the pirates, but Triple T tells her to have me do it. She seems worried about Triple T, but reluctantly orders me to do it.

When I've cleared the shuttle, no booby traps, I report that to my Mistress, dutifully coming to attention next to her pilot chair feeling Triple T lock me in place. Triple T assures Mistress Tanni she could keep me anchored to the deck through an Ion storm.

Mistress Barnes on the bridge clears us for launch and opens the bay doors. The flight out is uneventful, but as soon as we're clear we get a comm from Ransom on the Shuttlebay Screen.

I try to catch his eyes, but they're locked on my Mistress, Tanni. "Crewman Tanni, great job deploying MAPP and getting her off the ship. Unfortunately you folks are going to have to sit tight at LZ Oasis for at least a few days. K'Terra managed to undock the Gre'thor and make a run for it. We have to catch her. There's a Plasma Storm inbound, so we might not be able to get back to you guys for a while."

"Your orders are to rendezvous with Crewman Cooper and Crewman Braun, they're senior to you, but you're in charge, Crewman Tanni. As volatile as Tendi's pheromones are, we need a female leader down there in charge; at least until we free her and get her back on suppressants.They both understand."

"We'll get you guys extracted as soon as we can. Oh and Ensign Chang is fine, being worked on by Dr. Migileemoo. Good work, Crewman Tanni!" He comms off without acknowledging me once.

Triple T asks Mistress, "So what is LZ Oasis like?" Mistress brightens up. "It's one of the few bright spots on that forsaken planet, a beautiful beach around a clear freshwater lake, and few dangerous predators or poisonous plants. We have half the stores for the whole crew there, more than enough for four people." She looks back at me with a smirk. "Three people and one slave." She amends as the enormity of my predicament hits me.

"Braun and Cooper are totally hot. We have our little slavey to do all our mental tasks for us, and" She holds up my butt plug remote, "Steam things up with her pheromones in the evening." Mistress smirks and waves the buttplug remote in my face, the Jennifer Avatar laughing. Let this nightmare end soon. Please!

Mariner's perspective, Cerritos bar

Brad is telling a table of our peers about our exploits saving the ship. He's of course animating it with phaser noises and pantomimed rifle strokes. To his right is Ensign Chang, looking at him with big, doe "My Hero" eyes. She's leaning in trying to get his attention, while he continues with his story, oblivious to her.

Good old goofy Boimler. Complains about never getting a date, but when a smoking hot girl shows obvious signs of interest, he can't see them.

I sigh. Laughing at my buddies goofy ass takes my mind off poor D'Vana, stuck in Slave Foam on that dreadful planet. Tomorrow Dr. T'Ana Boimler, Chang and I set out in a Runabout to free her. Chang insisted on coming because of her promise to get D'Vana out of the foam, she wants to keep it. Dr Migileemoo will take over as acting Chief Medical Officer in her absence.

It will be a couple of weeks because of the circuitous route we have to take because of the Plasma storms. Sorry, D'Vana, we'll get there as quick as we can.

Then Jennifer steps up to me tipsy and giggling, asking me to dance. I should tell her to fuck off, but I'm a little tipsy myself. It's hard to resist a cute blue bIue butt on a hero. I let her lead me out on the dance floor, and away from all care for the moment.

Mistress Tanni's perspective,

I wake up slowly, naked between Cooper and Braun. The first thing I see is slave MAPP locked at attention, holding our breakfast tray. Her ass, tits and pussy are still uncovered as are her sad, desperate eyes. I think she looks cute in the little maid's skirt and headdress I replicated for her.

I lay back, the boys are still sleeping, and I prefer eating with them. Triple T has made MAPP stand locked in place with our breakfast for up to three hours, jolting her awake if she drifts off, just so we can sleep in. If our breakfast gets cold, Triple T forces her to go reheat it, then come back and get locked in place. Latest Comm is the expedition to free her is still at least two weeks away. Triple T assures me she can sanitize her memory, so even if she's inclined to snitch, she won't remember anything incriminating. I feel a little sad thinking of Triple T, I'll miss my friend when the time comes.

But until then, I look at the buttplug remote, loving how Slave MAPP's sorrowful eyes lock on it as well. Those pheromones make the boys crazy, my ass and pussy are sore as hell! But it's worth it. Not everyday three enlisted pukes get such a nice shore leave with an officer as their personal servant.

And I finally learned how to change Triple T's Avatar, she looks different, but she's still my same Bot bestie. Speaking of her, she appears in front of the slave girl's face, saying "Good Morning, Cori, do you have any instructions for the slave at this time?"

Her new Avatar is a fiery redhead in the same Domme outfit the Mistress Jennifer AI wore. If you haven't guessed this AI bears more than a passing resemblance to me.

I say "Not at this time Triple T, I'm going to catch a few more winks, just keep MAPP standing by with our breakfast." The Avatar winks and says "With pleasure, Cori."

I giggle as I drift back off into sleep. The sight of the redhead Mini me domme Avatar, glaring in the poor, frightened captive girl's face is hilarious! What a great vacation!

                  THE END

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