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She couldn't watch them for too long. She had to be part of the show. "Up," she murmured.

Survivor instantly lifted her face from Massira's crotch and crawled over to the left breast. She began licking and sucking at the nipple, any where she could reach it between the roving fingers. Happy moans came from Survivor's throat, but her eyes seemed upset.

Massira saw her nod towards the other boob. After a moment, the nutritionist realized this was a team effort. The nipple she started to service was her very first. She wondered briefly if Survivor's breast tasted anything like it. Or if Uhura's might taste more like Commander Spock's?

Survivor moaned louder. "That's it," Uhura said softly. "Very nice, pet." Strong fingers pushed Massira's head into the beast before her. She started to moan as if she was enjoying herself. The pressure lessened.

The ribs under her knees rose and fell, speeding up as the Lilliputians worked. The hands left the little heads and stroked necks, backs and asses. Massira tried to understand the rubbing, to see if there were non-verbal demands. She found Survivor's urgency contagious. Pleasing this giantess was suddenly the most important thing in the universe.

The suddenly populous and nasty universe.

"Yes. Yes! YES!" Uhura shouted. Fingers wrapped around Massira's waist and lifted her into the air. She didn't move far, though. A fingernail flicked at her thighs and she obediently spread her legs. She was set down upon the nipple she'd been lapping at. The wet spot was smeared around by her pussy.

She glanced over to the other breast to see Survivor's treatment but it was unoccupied. That's when she noticed sloppy wet sounds from somewhere behind her. Oooh, ick, she thought with a shudder.

After a moment, she started to twist her ass, trying to be a good breast-slave. If she could make the Imperial feel good here, maybe she wouldn't replace Survivor. She stared at the face before and beneath her, trying to gauge her success.

"Ooooh, darling, you DO go on," Uhura said softly. Massira had no idea who the woman was talking to, or about what. But it didn't matter. After a few moments more, the fingers tightened around her.

The giant squeezed, gasped and twitched a bit. Then she relaxed.

Massira found herself dumped to the mattress beside the huge torso. A second later, Survivor was flung down beside her.

"Clean yourselves off," Uhura said as she rose. "I'll take a shower, then we'll get you dressed." She was gone and the crewwomen from the colony ship were alone.

"Hi, I'm Massira." She looked around for a towel. "What do we clean ourselves off with?"

"I'm Survivor," the other woman spat. "And she means for us to lick each other clean." She knelt and wiped her face against the bed sheet.

"Oh! Where's my wrap?" Massira crawled to the edge of the bed where she thought Spock's silk napkin had been tossed.

It was the work of a moment to slide down and wipe herself off. The fancy material seemed to even remove the... smell. Then she balled it up and tossed it to Survivor.

"What was your name on the ship?" she asked.

"What the fuck does it matter?" the other replied. "I'm Survivor, now, because the other woman didn't." She glared at the door of the refresher. "That's the bitch's favorite joke, now."

Survivor slid down the bedhseet and handed the napkin back. Massira took it and stepped close to her fellow captive. "Have you seen any other members of our crew?"

"Yeah," Survivor said curtly. She crossed her arms and glared. Massira wanted to ask more but wasn't sure what the woman was angry about. "Oh. Did you mean 'alive,' maybe?"

Massira nodded slowly.

"Not many. We seem to be the best-selling toy of the Patriot's Day season." She shrugged. "Hell, maybe the dead ones are lucky." She nodded to indicate the room with the sonic shower. "I heard her putting the polish on their standard Empire Owns Your Now message. They're going to invade and enslave the whole planet."

"The system," Massira corrected. "Astroid belts, moon colonies, space stations..." Survivor swore, slowly and sincerely. Massira nodded. After a moment, she had another thought. "Hey, have you ever heard anything about us having latent telepathy?"

Survivor's eyes showed surprise more than anything else. Before she could answer, the shower opened.

"The thing I like most about sonic showers," Uhura said as she strode over to where the other two stood, "is that you don't have to dry yourself off."

Massira looked up and nodded. The vast expanse of skin showing on the naked officer was completely dry.

"The only thing I dislike about sonic showers," Uhura went on, pulling two hand clothes out of a drawer, "is that you can't have someone else dry you off."

She tossed a towel to each Lilliputian. "Let's pretend I'm dripping wet." Each tiny woman was lifted to the bed before Uhura stretched out on the sheet. "Now both of you, attend your mistress."

Survivor fell to with a will, stroking the bare back on her side with light but continuous movement. She progressed from the shoulder down towards the ass that quivered slightly in anticipation.

"Uh..." Massira started to say.

"I know," Uhura said, not unkindly. "I'm not presuming to say you're mine, little fool scholar. We're just pretending."

"Food," Massira corrected. But she also started rubbing her cloth across the back. She skipped a bit of the shoulder so she could keep her efforts even with Survivor's.

When they reached the ass cheeks, Survivor stepped up to kneel on the tailbone. She drove her knees into the flesh around the bone and leaned down to separate the ass cheeks.

Massira obeyed the silent head nod and knelt between Uhura's thighs. She placed her cloth in the cleft of those cheeks and started to rub the usually well-hidden parts. Uhura moaned again, her thighs parting in encouragement.

With the fabric acting as a drop cloth, Massira could work a bit better. It was just a massage, not sexual in any way. Or would have been, but for the gasping and quivering.

"Lower," Uhura ordered. Survivor scooted forward a bit, spreading the cheeks wider and pleading silently. Massira grimaced but obeyed. She worked the cleft lower and lower, then she touched the lips.

Anticipation must have been working harder than the Lilliputians had, because as soon as she did, the giant woman hissed and clenched. Massira yanked her hand clear at the last second, then concentrated on breathing as the thighs closed tight around her.

Survivor slid off of Uhura's ass and stepped beside her thighs. She grabbed Massira's hand and helped her slither free of the languoring officer's embrace. They continued wiping/rubbing their way down the long legs. Uhura moaned and sighed as they went.

When they reached her feet, she started to rise. The two ducked under giant feet, then sat and waited as the woman dressed herself.

Once in her uniform, her movements became much more brisk. She snatched Massira up and held her before a computer station. Some handheld device whined at the Lilliputian as a stylized version of her was built on the screen.

A shelf opened up in the wall, depositing a pile of clothing just inside Uhura's reach. "Put these on," she ordered, setting Spock's slave down beside the garments.

Survivor jumped from the bed to the desk and up to the shelf to give her a hand.

There were black boots that came up to mid thigh on Massira, a bandeau that covered and restrained her breasts and a similar circle of material that covered her lower torso and upper thighs. Everything Spock didn't want to share was covered.

There were little hooks and eyes lining the inseam. Neither Lilliputian could imagine their purpose.

"Your owner will order you to link one or more of those," Uhura explained. She was running through some screens on her station. Massira glimpsed a picture of her homeworld.

"Why would they hook her legs together?" Survivor asked, then instantly covered her mouth in terror. She obviously feared retribution for her presumption in speaking.

Uhura just smiled over at the slaves. "It limits your freedom of movement. Go far enough down, and you can barely move. It's a Vulcan tradition. Hook your ankles together and walk by rolling your toes and ankles around, any Vulcan will find that exciting. It's almost as powerful for Spock as putting you in a schoolgirl's outfit for McCoy."

"Thank you for the information," Massira said sincerely. "I'm sure it will help me satisfy Mr. Spock." She gave a small bow. It seemed to her that she was putting it on too thickly, that the giant woman must be offended by the gratuitous kissing-up. But the dark eyes radiated satisfaction. Masira realized that the Imperials actually took such comments as their due. She wondered if she could use that to avoid the punishments that Spock alluded to.

There were a few other touches. A metal collar, some bracelets and a band for her thigh. Clips made it clear that any two of them could be clamped together. Some of the positions that would require... Massira shook her head and tried not to think about those.

"Action Stations," a voice announced from the ceiling. "Officer's to take their responsibilities, Freemen to their duties. All others to their obligations."

"Cage," Uhura said. Survivor turned and scurried across the furniture, jumping down to the ground and locking herself in a cage under the bed. Massira hardly had a chance to wonder if she should have followed when Uhura scooped her up and walked out.

Giants ran back and forth in the passageway. Massira winced from seeing giant slaves manhandle each other in the crush, physical collisions that would have crushed the Lilliputian if she were involved.

Luckily, no one dared even jostle an officer. Uhura held Massira by the waist before her bosom, an empty area of calm swept through the crowd around them. She barely even felt any air stirring in their passage.

The turbo lift opened up onto a busy spot. From the density of officers and absence of other slaves, Massira assumed it was the Bridge or Conn or whatever these people called the controlling room of the starship.

Spock stood behind a chair in the center of the room. He raised one eyebrow at Uhura's entry with his slave. Then he gave a barely perceptible nod towards one side of the room.

Uhura placed Massira in an empty chair, tapped the seat and said "Stay." The slave nodded and scooted back on the cushion.

She twisted around to see the screen in the front of the room. It showed her home solar system. Little lights indicated every place she knew of that held a colony or a military base, on planets, asteroids, moons and stable orbits.

The man in the center of the room made a few orders, mostly references to pre-established procedures and priorities.

Massira grew more and more still as she watched them dismantle her civilization.
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