Lieutenant Vaughn's perspective 2 days later

Vaughn felt himself grow tense with anger as he watched the scene on the monitor in front of him. Petty Officer Gomez was yelling at her frightened little detainee, while the legendary Captain now crouched in a corner of her cell whimpering like a frightened girl and trying not to rest her eyes on her fiery young captor.

Gomez often released Phillipa from the foam, not out of any mercy, but because she liked to see the petite, elder Asian girl cower while she badgered her. "DATT, you pathetic little worm, you can't even look at me, can you?!!! Big, tough Starship Captain, what a joke!" Vaughn watched his childhood hero cower like a frightened lost little girl and knew. He. Was. Not. Going. To. Watch. Anymore.

He strode out the door to the monitoring room and purposely down the hall to the detainee cell block. Time to introduce himself to his beloved Captain. Though of course, officially he was her primary Designated Authority while she was in the Slave Foam. As far as Section 31 knew he was going to play a good cop to Petty Officer Gomez's bad cop.

I have to get her out of the foam and out of here, with all the specs and specimens of it destroyed or in my custody. And I'd like to launch that sadistic bitch Gomez out of a photon torpedo tube, but he had to admit that it was more pleasure, then business. He hated the nasty twat, but would only...eliminate...her if she was an obstacle to his mission.

Gomez looked surprised to see her superior Officer storm in but quickly came to attention for him. "Lieutenant Vaughn, sir." She tersely intoned, then spun on her frightened cowering, captive. "DATT, you little worm, you get on your feet for Master Vaug-" Vaughn rudely cut her off with a gesture.

"Belay that, you can stay where you are if you're comfortable, Phillipa." She'd been scrambling to her feet at her feared Mistress's command, now sank down uneasily between the corner of her cell and foot of her cot and stared at her new Master. Her head was still wrapped in a hood of beige foam, only her uncovered eyes peering at him pensively.

He frowned, that wasn't necessary, Gomez trying to dehumanize her terrified captive. Addressing the Foam's AI trainer, he said "Release the Detainee's head completely." He smiled what he hoped was a charming smile at Phillipa. "I like to see the face of the person I'm talking to."

Then he stopped, the holopictures didn't do her justice. It would be easy to nitpick the little flaws that came with age, the crows feet around her eyes, the light dusting of gray in her still mostly black hair. But she was a stunningly beautiful woman! If anything, the signs of aging enhanced her regal beauty instead of diminishing it.

The captive whimpering brought him back from his admiring reverie. Another part of him was reacting to her beauty, and the helpless mature Asian girl's eyes were locked on it, wide with terror. His erection caused a most ungentlemanly bulge in his trousers. He took his eyes off her pretty face, but that didn't help. Pert breasts and cute little well trimmed black bush. Another whimper from the captive.

Great job, Elias! You get to meet your childhood hero in the flesh, and she thinks you're going to rape her. Then he saw Gomez looking back and forth between his erection and the prisoner and smiling sadistically. His shame quickly hardened into anger.

He controlled his voice when he said "Petty Officer Gomez, dismissed. get out of my sight." She bit out "Yes, sir!" with just a touch of insolence, then stomped out.

He sighed. Addressing the trainer again, he said "Locutus, cover the Detainee's breasts, anus and vagina. Give her leave to talk and move freely, until we reach the interrogation room." He turned to the cowering Asian woman.

"I'm Lieutenant Elias Vaughn, Section 31, Phillipa--may I call you Phillipa?" He queried before continuing. "You can call me anything you wish, Master." He said "You don't have to call me, Master, Phillipa." She replied "With respect, Master, I don't know when you, Mistress Gomez or someone else will reengage the thought control protocols. I don't want to be painfully punished for thinking of you like an equal when that happens." Her tone was surprisingly steady for being a cringing, delicate waif only a moment ago.

He remembered Captain Pike was adamant about his female peer always being the sharpest tool in the shed. High praise from a man who didn't suffer fools gladly. She was thinking ahead, and seemed steadier without fucking Gomez around to torment the frightened woman. Which would be helpful when he staged the break. It might be a teenage fantasy to rescue a helpless, beautiful damsel; Elias, the ten year Special Ops veteran knew the more help he could get from the prisoner he was saving, the higher chance of mission success.

He said "Unfortunately, I have to agree with you for now, Phillipa. I'm really sorry you're here, and for Petty Officer Gomez's behavior, but we have some concerning evidence that makes it look like you committed some serious crimes against the Federation. I'm going to need you to answer my questions, and work with me to clear up what I'm positive is a misunderstanding. Do you think you can do that, Phillipa?" He gave her what he hoped was his most disarming smile. She eyed him warily, though seemed relieved his trousers bulge went down.

"Master, I'll do anything you say, I want to clear up this misunderstanding, too." Her voice now sounded very steady and even, I wondered if she was faking just how much she was afraid of her "Mistress Gomez." I'm sure she was scared, but a starship Captain wouldn't stop looking for a way to escape.

This is one tough little cookie, I reminded myself. She'd attacked a younger, stronger Klingon man, knowing she couldn't win, for the sake of her crew, her ship, hell the entire Federation. That horny boy part of my mind started in "She's one sweet little cookie, too. Why don't you take a bite?"

I firmly quashed that miscreant, adolescent thought. What I said was "How about we get some breakfast first, Phillipa? What would you like? We have a great kitchen here, mostly fresh cooking, we only use a replicator for the rarest seasonal ingredients."

She looked shocked at my human gesture, so far her Mistress and the other Section 31 personnel she met had treated her like garbage. But she continued in that same steady, firm voice. "Three eggs overeasy, three sausage links" her gaze seemed to drift nervously back to my crotch for a moment. "And French toast if it's available, Master."

I said "That does sound good, of course we can make it happen. In fact I'll comm down to the galley to make it two." I did that feeling her gaze still on me, no longer fearful, but appraising.

After I commed in our breakfast order, I walked over to her, she shrunk back, looking fearful, again. I slowly extended my hand to help her to her feet. She hesitated, then took it, removing her hand from my grip and steadying herself once she was on her feet.

"Thank you, Master." She said. I tried to keep my tone light as I said "Think nothing of it, Phillipa." I gallantly gestured for her to walk ahead of me.

And frowned when I noticed her limping. Hadn't those idiots given her a medical exam when they got her to the detainee detention facility? Apparently not, or Gomez had been abusing her harder than I thought. I had a lot to do to make this plan work, I couldn't watch my evil underling with the prisoner all the time.

"Phillipa, please stop for a moment." She obediently halted. "Why are you limping?" I inquired of her. "Master, Mistress Gomez and I had to run from unknown attackers during my rendition, I'm still a little sore, it was a rough escape." The Foam medical protocols should have healed any minor sprains or aches by now.

I inquired of her AI trainer, grimacing at having to use the ugly S word for her. "Why hasn't the medical protocols healed this slave yet?"

Locutus appeared, that cybernetic bald guy Avatar unnerving me as always. "Mistress Gomez shut down all healing for non critical injuries, said the slave could "deal with it." Blandly intones the simulated cyborg.

I bit back my anger...that sadistic little...I was going to.... Trying to keep my voice calm, so as not to frighten Phillipa. I said "Reinstate autohealing on this slave, now. Do not shut it off except on my explicit authorization." The Avatar blandly said "Done," and disappeared.

It was still going to be half an hour before her limp was completely healed, I couldn't make her walk to the galley in such obvious pain. I'd have to carry her, I didn't want her to misread my intentions.

"Phillipa, you're in obvious pain, I'm not going to make you walk like that. I'm just going to pick you up and carry you to the galley. Don't be afraid, I'm not going to rape you or hurt you."

She surprisingly tried to protest. "Master, I'm fine, I can-" I shut her down with "Now, none of that, Phillipa." She went obediently quiet, seemingly not wanting to test her kind new Master.

I scooped up the surprisingly light slave wrapped girl. Woman, really, and decorated senior Starfleet Officer. While she was in the foam, the AI saw her as property and me as her owner. And I liked it more than I wanted to admit, being in charge of her adorable little...head.

As I squired my childhood hero through the passageway, an enlisted guard stopped to leer at my pretty charge. I gave him a "back to your duties, Crewman" glare he wisely decided to obey. But poor Phillipa had started whimpering again, actually turning her pretty face to bury it in my chest. Then she snuggled closer and put her arms around me. I understand you're scared, but damn, this isn't helping my self control, woman!

Speaking of which, the portion of my anatomy I wanted to keep control of was getting lively again. The beautiful Asian girl huddling in my arms for protection was not helping at all. Have to proceed anyway, what else can I do?

I gently soothed her saying "Shh, Phillipa, I'll protect you, no one hurts you when you're with me." I walked to the galley, fighting an erection and wishing my life long heroine wasn't so damn sexy as well as vulnerable.

Phillips's perspective

A pretty, nice young man gently carrying her to breakfast in his powerful grasp. Normally I'd be soaking wet, I thought. I have to admit, I was still a little wet, despite the situation. Master Vaughn was just the kind of young male officer I most liked being admired by on my starship. And occasionally having a discrete liaison with, as well.

But I was laying on the "Frightened Asian girl huddling against her strong white Master" on thick to hopefully throw the young man off.

I like to think I'm no fool. After two days of abuse from Mistress Gomez, Vaughn is obviously a good cop to Mistress's bad cop, swooping in to "save" me from her wrath. The lustful way the bastard stared at me with a rock hard cock reminded me to be careful. And not be fooled by his Sir Galahad act of covering up my lady parts.

Still when our gazes first locked, he had a look of awe, almost pure hero worship in his eyes, like he was in the presence of a living legend. If these demons really were Starfleet, and not imposters, maybe he read about some of my exploits at the Academy, I knew I was good. But not that notable yet, and surely a male officer would have a male role model if he was going to have an active duty hero, it was only natural. Why so overwhelmed in my presence, especially when I'm a helpless little girl under his control? Weird, but could I use it to help an escape attempt.

The other thing about young Master Vaughn. Most of these monsters had hard chips of ice for eyes, no soul or compassion left. But although she could tell Elias was a tough man, a hard man who could get the job done, he was different from his Section 31 compatriots. When he smiled, it reached his eyes, and she could tell he had some genuine warmth and compassion left, they actually twinkled boyishly, it was kinda cute. Was he new to this outfit? Maybe she could use that, too.

Right now, though I have to think of young Elias Vaughn as an enemy as well as my Master. Maybe he has a soul that can be redeemed, but if he's already been too badly corrupted by these assholes, he became... disposable...to my escape plan.

So I huddled and whimpered, knowing right now the young man was struggling with his obvious attraction to me. If I could use that to get out of here and hopefully get these filthy beasts shut down, I would. Letting, even inciting my young Master to fuck me was on the table.

But for now...I smelled delicious scents, and heard talking and trays clacking, we had to have entered the galley. I turned my head, trying to be shy, hesitant, and hopefully very vulnerable and cute. The way Master tightened his grasp on me seemed to indicate my effort was a success.

He carried me to a seat and gently lowered me to it. Then he sat across from me, trying to convey reassurance with his expression. A harried looking Mess Steward came and dropped two trays in front of us, scurrying off without really looking at us. Three eggs, overeasy, Three links and french toast, it looked delightful.

Mistress just fed me by slapping a bland looking black block on my foam, that it absorbed. She deigned to explain it had all the nutrients calculated to keep a woman my age healthy and at my optimum weight. And it did assuage my hunger pangs. But dang, I still craved real fucking food!

And it was delicious, too! But where were the drinks? Master Vaughn not missing a trick, solicitously asked "Would you like beverages, Phillipa? I usually have coffee and orange juice? Do you have another preference?"

I hope I didn't lay on the submissiveness too thick when I said "Whatever you're having is fine with me, Master." He signalled to a Steward, and soon we both had a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice plunked on the table in front of us. The coffee cups even came with delicate little saucers. Who were these people?

We ate in silence, Master seeming to know breakfast conversation with his detainee would be awkward. I wanted to ask so many questions, but we both know how this works.

He might be kind, but he's still my Interrogater, he asks the questions and gives me the information he thinks I need to know. These people didn't even read me my rights, so I have to presume I don't have any, at least in their eyes. I have to be a model detainee, at least until I see a chance to escape, maybe with a little "Pussy Persuasion". I groaned inwardly at that. At least he was cute, and not some ugly little toad, not that that would stop me from doing what I had to.

We finished our meal quietly, then Elias told me to leave the tray and glasses, the stewards would bus them. He asked "Do you feel like you can walk, Phillipa?" I dutifully replied "Yes, Master."

He ordered me to get up and walk two paces, then stop. I complied, Master's good little Asian slave. He asked "How's your pain? if I don't carry you, the procedure is detainees walk two paces in front of us if we're escorting you solo. No matter how restrained you are."

I replied truthfully "A little pain Master, but I won't slow you down, I promise." He thought for a moment, then said "Proceed, Phillipa, I'll direct you where to turn and when to stop." I started moving, my reins held by my young Master's voice commands.

I tried to memorize as much of the layout as possible, but it concerned me he didn't so much as blindfold me, was I ever supposed to leave here, alive?

Stay in the moment, plan and focus, Georgiou.

What information can I use to help me escape.

1. Master Vaughn seems genuinely kinder than the other monsters at this secret detainee facility, or whatever.

2. Master Vaughn hates Mistress Gomez, and he's Mistress's superior.

3. Perhaps the most useful of all, Master Vaughn is powerfully attracted to me. It's not just lust, though...I can't put my finger on what else he feels for me...

We come to what looks like a standard interrogation room, a desk with two chairs on one side, and one on the other. He bid me sit in the single chair.

He gestured to the chair and said "Get as comfortable as you can, when you are let me know. Unfortunately our procedure is detainees are always restrained during interrogation, so I'll have to order the Foam to freeze you."

I try to make myself as comfortable as possible, then say "Ready, Master." I feel myself locked in place by the Slave Foam at his command to it.

Then young Master Vaughan proceeds to review the evidence they allegedly have against me before asking any questions.

Mistress Gomez's perspective, evening the same day, shower block

I walk behind DATT to the women's shower block. Her cute little Asian ass is exposed despite that stiff prig Vaughn's orders. Two reasons he can't do anything about it.

First reason is in the Female shower block, which is used by both guards and detainees , there's no video feed he could access, not without clearance from a Captain or above in Section 31.

Second reason, since I'm showering with DATT to save time, no reason I shouldn't expose her lady parts for a little sanitation work.

I heft the backpack rig I'm carrying, got a little special surprise for DATT, to help her help me shower.

I ordyer "Halt." My cute little granny helot obediently stops. My favorite stall, and the block is empty. I tell my slave "You're lucky to be showering with your Mistress, in the staff head, so you got to pull some weight, baby dolly." She gets a quizzical look, then horrified comprehension, when I pull out the rig.

Basically, it's a bathroom hamper that is held in place by light bondage chains with two circular hoops on either side. The hoops were adjustable, and right now they were perfectly adjusted to a certain old Asian girl's breasts.

I gleefully enjoyed the wide, agonized look in her eyes as I cinched each hoop to her petite, Oriental breasts, the hamper resting against her wrapped midriff. Poor thing, it was heavy, my expensive shampoo, luxury skin conditioner, and scented depilatory foam weren't small, a girl's gotta look and smell good. Ah, fuck the cute little traitor.

I set the shower to "Water, hot." I luxuriated and lathered, while looking back with a smile at my little slave, to her credit her eyes showed her suffering, but she was trying to hold back tears.

When I was done I took the hamper off, and ordered her into the shower. I told the foam to uncover her head while I washed her hair. Then I started scrubbing her exposed breasts, as I did so I said, "I bet you wish I was Master Vaughn, don't you DATT? It's ok, it's just us girls. I know you like boys just like I do. Say you want to suck Master Vaughn's big white dick, slave."

She intoned "I want to suck Master Vaughn's big white, dick, Mistress." I giggled. It didn't sound coerced, but sincere, almost passionate. I put a hand on my voice and made a show of lowering my voice. "That sounds like a confession, Phillipa!" She was really cute when she flushed with embarrassment.

I giggled again. "It's okay, the stuck up prig is kind of hot, for a gringo boy. I kind of want to suck his white cock, too." Imagine my surprise when I hear Vaughn's cool voice intone dryly "Very tempting Gomez, but I think I'll pass." I turn to see Vaughn in his working uniform, gazing at us calmly. Except for that stupid male glint in his eyes, I know he likes seeing two exotic hotties naked.

I yell at him "Vaughn, what the fuck, you're not s-". He cuts me off with "Locutus, remove yourself from Slave DATT, on my authorization go into stasis mode, resting on Slave DATT's left palm." What happened next caught me off guard, though it shouldn't have.

I reflexively turned to see DATT buck naked, a four inch circular, beige foam pad resting on her right palm. Which she slapped on my chest, just over my bare tits. Vaughn yelled "Reactivate and immobilize Slave Subbie Sadie."

In a moment I was wrapped head to toe in slave foam. No, I wasn't a slave! Georgiou rushed at me, shoving me and yelling "On the deck, now slave!" The foam discerned her intent, and now that it recognizes her as the free person and me as the slave, it allows her to shove me down, though pads me from being seriously hurt.

Vaughn tosses Phillipa the bag shouting "Phillipa change quickly, you're Chief Petty Officer Brianna Yang, Starfleet Intelligence, recently brought out of retirement." The Asian girl changed quickly, as Vaughn explained he'd arranged a safe route to the shuttlebay.

Vaughn was in cahoots with this little traitor? How deep did this rot go? After she changed Vaughn tossed her a hand phaser, which she affixed to her belt. Then she stood over me, hands on hips, in her CPO uniform. Now she was the Mistress, and I was the slave, and she was going to enjoy every minute she could.

She said "Elias promised me I could deliver this line over you. Locutus, recognize Lieutenant Vaughn as Slave Subbie Sadie's primary Designated Authority, Chief Yang as co-Designated Authority. Engage all punishment and auto-punishment protocols. Make sure she's trained to only think of me by my Legend(Cover Identity) name."

Then Georgiou-oww, the foam punished me with a sharp jolt-Mistress Georgiou-oww, okay, okay! Mistress Yang. Anyway, my newly minted Mistress smiled down on me a moment longer until Vaughn professionally, but with urgency, intoned "We have to move, Chief, fast."

Mistress kicked my leg hard, though the foam shielded me, mostly. It was such a rude and unnecessary gesture. Then I thought glumly, just like all the rude and unnecessary ways you treated her Gome-jolt of pain, the Foam punishing me for using my free woman name. I amended my thought, just like you treated her, Slave Subbie Sadie. Reward of pleasure on my clitoris, ohhh. Despite the physical sensation, my heart sank.

"Get up, move, slave girl!" Yelled Mistress Yang. The Foam allowed me to get up, shocking my nipples and pussy for my Mistress's angry tone. Please, Mistress, I'm trying! I hate feeling so pathetic, but there's nothing I can do.

The Foam locks me in place, and I fear Mistress Yang yelling at me to move. Vaughn in his no nonsense voice says, "Chief, Sadie, let's move out ladies." I feel relief as the Foam allows me to obey his cool order without pain, as it detects no anger with me in his voice.

I'm grateful for a kind word from Vaughn-ouch! Pain spike in my head! Master Vaughn! Brief clitoral stimulation. I really hope as we traverse the P-ways, someone questions Vaughn moving a detainee with a suddenly appeared Chief. That's my best hope, but not much. Most Section 31 personnel learn not to get too nosy beyond the scope of their duties. Most of the people we pass are junior enlist techs that didn't know we had-Mistress Yang-as a detainee.

So we traverse the passageways, me desperately trying to catch someone's eyes, everyone I pass averts their gaze from a Starfleet Officer and Senior Starfleet escorting a rather uniquely restrained detainee. No one would even think of challenging such important staff over a mere prisoner.

Master Vaughn leads, I'm in the middle, with Mistress Yang following. Speaking of her, she constantly barks at me "Pick up the pace, detainee!" "Move Prisoner!" The Foam interprets that as my co DA being unsatisfied with my performance, with painful shocks to my nipples and pussy how the autopunishment routine corrects me.

Owww! Please, Mistress. Please stop. I'm trying, Mistress! I really am!

We get to the shuttle bay and climb onboard. Mistress Yang gave me leave to move my arms as we clamber up the shuttle ramp. The Foam immediately locks them to my sides as soon as I get my feet on the shuttle deck.

Master Vaughn slips into the pilot's seat Mistress Yang into the copilot's. They leave me locked at attention with only my eyes free, looking back and forth between my new owners and trainers. A brief burst of pleasure on my clit, for presumably "Right thinking."

And that appears to be it. We escape the detention facility with no alarms, no chase, as smoothly as if a Kinky couple were taking their little sub from a bondage retreat. It's not fair at all! How could they not only escape, but so easily!

Mistress Yang turns in her seat while we fly I don't know where. She's staring pointedly at Master. She says "Elias, we need to talk." He looks at her and nods.

Wait? Why is she calling Master by his first name? What did she do in that interrogation room to get him to go along with her. Or was Vaughn always her inside man.

She looks pointedly at me. I know I won't be getting any answers. She addresses the AI trainer "Locutus, put the slave in sensory deprivation, monitor her vitals and administer whatever you need to to keep her vitals stable." The foam immediately seals my enslaved head, cutting off all sensation. Except the sound of my own frightened, ragged breathing.

Master Vaughn's perspective

As soon as she finished sealing Gomez in the Foam, she turned to him; her whole demeanour changed. "Elias!" She said "You saved me, you're my hero! How can I ever thank you?" She had spoken in a surprisingly high, girlish voice beaming at me, her eyes out shining the few crows feet that had crept in around them. He noticed as she leans towards him the the NCO uniform really flattered her delicate Oriental curves.

He was sure he was flushed, he turned away embarrassed, pretending to check a readout. Her words were too much like the ones he imagined her saying when he rescued her from the bloodthirsty Klingon in his fantasy. He turned away, starting to mumble "Oh, it was nothing Capta-."

Then he heard a cold, hard female voice say "Vaughn." He turned to look at Phillipa, the girlish act had vanished, she looked hard, lean and tough as she aimed her phaser at him. She'd suckered him with that grateful girl act, and he fell for it! Him a trained ten year veteran of Starfleet Special Ops. She was the sharpest tool in the shed, Pike had said. Apparently, he wasn't not today, at least.

She continued in that cold, hard voice. "Vaughn, if that is indeed your real name, I'm really grateful for the rescue. But you told me nothing in the interrogation room except your escape plan, and to trust you. I did, but now I want answers, and you're going to give them, young man." She hefted the phaser pointedly.

He sighed. "What's you're first question Philip-Captain?" He asked.

She stated, her eyes hard, "Who are you, and who do you work for?"

He sighed again, then started to explain himself to his lovely hero, whom he rescued, if not exactly like in his fantasy. Who now held him at gunpoint. Some hero's reward!

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