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.Carnival Mirrors	By : keithcompany Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 3189 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Massira lay curled up on his bedsheets, watching Spock dress. She had noticed that the material was extra-absorbent. She wiped various body parts free of sweat and other fluids off, finding them left as clean as if showered.

"Handy," she muttered. "No one ever has to sleep in the wet spot."

"It was invented on Vulcan a few centuries ago," he said, adjusting his sash. "Slaves were using their own blood to lubricate their shackles and attempt to escape."

He tossed a silk napkin towards her. "Cover yourself. We have to go."

The slave stood slowly and wrapped the material around her torso. "You let your slaves wear clothing?" She shook her head. "I was afraid I'd spend the rest of my life naked."

"I prefer to keep you naked," he said with a snort. "I just dislike the idea of slaves and crewmen looking upon body parts only I may enjoy." He beckoned and strode towards the door.

She eeped in surprise and flung herself over the edge of the bed. Sliding down the mattress started to dislodge her covering. She retucked everything into place as she scampered across the floor.

He traveled at what Kirk had referred to as his 'Imperial March.' If the slave couldn't keep up, a member of the crew would recognize the embroidered seal on his napkin.

The poor crewman would have to decide if delivering the tiny woman to the XO would earn a reward for diligence or a scathing critique for touching private property.

No one could properly anticipate the Vulcan's reaction, no matter what they did. But they knew that if they did nothing and the new slave could identify them later, they would surely be condemned.

Spock smiled in anticipation. What they hadn't figured out was that they were all condemned already. He only showed mercy at calculated intervals, to keep them all guessing. He would really-

"Hey! Wait! Please? Please, um, Master?"

He thought it ironic that she asked for mercy as he was reviewing his policy of pretending to have some. He turned around in the shaft and gazed at her distant figure. He noted several crewmen in the passageway, all surreptitiously watching them. Her plea and his response were generating quite a bit of interest.

He thought about what he wanted from the crew. He thought about how they'd react if he clearly ignored his newest acquisition. He thought about her uncoerced use of the term 'master.'

At the last second, he reached out to halt the door of the turbo lift. Massira squeezed through the gap and smiled up at him. "Thanks," she said.

"Free advice, little food scholar. Do not thank me for favors unless you are also prepared to thank me for punishments." He kept his gaze on the door. In his peripheral vision he saw her shudder, then move to stand a little bit away from him.

The next deck was crowded. He was in no hurry so he went slow enough that his slave could keep up. More than a few of the crew here had Lilliputian slaves of their own.

He ignored the attempts the little people made to contact his own slave, just as he ignored the little nods from their owners. Humans always liked to form gangs, he'd noticed. They seemed to think that ownership of an exotic slave gave them some extra sort of connection to him.

Considering the number of blood relatives he'd killed to get where he was, the human assumption of collaboration due to possessions never failed to amaze him.

He paused at one door and opened it. Spock entered and gestured for his slave to stand by his boot. The ship's communications officer lay sprawled naked across her bed. She held Survivor's ankle pinched between her fingers and dangled the Lilliputian over her boob.

Little lips worked diligently at one dark nipple. Her arms were stretched out, trying to grab and squeeze the other one. Uhura urged her to "...Stretch for it, my pet. Come on. Just a liiiiiiiiiittle further. Can I help you, Commander? Streeeeeetch."

"I desire costuming for my slave," he said. "Survivor's boots drew my attention at the dinner. You have obviously mastered the controls of the garment issuing system."

"Aw," Uhura replied, lowering her pet to the mattress, "you noticed." Survivor scurried off on hands and knees to burrow under one of the pillows.

"Indeed. I therefore task you with outfitting my little food scholar in something appropriate. I was thinking of a Vulcan indoor-slave costume, or something like that."

"Bed slave or kitchen," Uhura asked. Massira was stunned at the conversation. From where she stood, she couldn't see the entire giant woman, but she could see enough to know the woman was totally nude. Yet she was casually discussing fashion without trying to cover herself up.

Maybe Spock and this woman were lovers? More likely, a voice in the back of her head muttered, he's not interested and she doesn't care.

They finished covering his desires with respect to Massira's wardrobe. He turned, pointed at the floor and said, "Stay." Then he left. Massira watched him go. She was trying to figure out if she felt more or less safe without him.

There was a giant throat clearing behind her. She turned and looked up. The woman of the unusual coloring looked down at her with a rather predatory smile.

Oh. She definitely felt less safe without her owner in the room. Good to know, she told herself. Uhura reached down.

Soft fingers poked her armpits from behind and she was lifted into the air. Her wrap was snatched off and she dangled naked before the alien face.

The Lilliputian felt that the giant Imperials she'd seen had eyes far too big. There was so much... white in them. But now... Uhura's eyes were closed to little slits. There was hardly any white but it didn't make Massira feel any better. But that might have been because of all the teeth showing in her smile.

"Well, little one, we need your measurements." Massira kicked slightly as her current captor leaned back on the bed. "Hey, Survi! Get your delectable ass out here."

The pillow moved by Uhura's elbow and the tiny woman crawled into view. Massira gave a small wave. The other woman flinched. Eyes on her former shipmate, she didn't pay much attention as she floated over Uhura's face.

The first she noticed was being speared by the giant woman's tongue. She shrieked and wriggled but the hands holding her just gripped tighter.

"This isn't a measurement!" she shouted. Just then, her imagination wondered if a sex slave's uniform might include... penetration.

The Imperial officer just offered a throaty chuckle and continued licking. Every part of Massira's body was explored. When she was slick all over she was lowered to the chest beneath her.

Uhura laid her flat on that giant chest, then pinned her in place by squeezing the boobs together.

Massira wriggled a bit, wondering what came next. Survivor crawled up on Uhura's belly and spread Massira's legs.

"That's it," their captor encouraged her. "Give me a show. If it's good enough, I won't even make you draw blood."

The fear from that statement motivated Massira to cooperate. She started to spread her legs wider in anticipation. The other woman, an officer she'd seen around the shuttle bay area, shook her head slightly.

Massira thought quickly. A show. For an Imperial Perv. Maybe it'd be better if... She tried to kick the other woman away. Not violently, but with lots of furious, wasted movements. "No! No! I'm not... that kind of girl!"

Survivor smiled and grabbed Massira's ankles. "Doesn't matter. Your are now." She overpowered the tit-bound maiden and spread the knees with her shoulders.

As Massira felt the other woman start to lick at her inner thighs, the flesh around her vibrated from a deep, excited intake of breath. She'd guessed right.

She started to wriggle her arms and shoulders. Nothing that would disturb 'the show' but for the giant to feel. Her twists and grunts elicited another throaty chuckle from beneath her.

Movement in the corner of her eye turned out to be fingertips. Uhura was stroking her nipples while her captives sported between her boobs.
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