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Chapter 63: Cardassia
Captain’s log: Stardate 57844.7 - Our next stop is the world we know as Cardassia Prime.
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Chapter 63: Cardassia
Captain’s log: Stardate 57844.7 - We are continuing our follow up on the scouting that the Raiders and the Atalanta have previously done of the system near Kobol that the Bajorans are colonizing. Our next stop is the world we know as Cardassia Prime.
Cardassia 1
Four figures materialized in the transporter beam: Commander Harry Kim, Chief Science Officer Lieutenant Commander Feeniks, Doctor Salar, and Security Officer Lieutenant Ssslurr. The terrain there appeared in was a dense tropical jungle. As soon as they landed, Chief Science Officer Feeniks, pulled out his tricorder and started scanning. Feeniks was an Arioloian, which meant that with his four legs he somewhat resembled a centaur. He normally only wore the top half of his uniform. But being prepared for the heat, he, like the rest of the landing party had forgone the jacket. So he only wore his blue shirt with no under-uniform.
“The settlement appears to be in this direction,” reported Feeniks.
“Lieutenant Ssslurr, you take the point,” commanded Kim. “Doctor Salar, you take the rear.”
The made their way through the dense jungle until they found a large clearing. It was obvious that this clearing had been artificially made as the ground was still black where it had burned and the black burned ground was littered with the stumps of trees that had been felled and either hauled away or burned. There was a group gathered near a smaller stump, only 2 meters across. A group of Cardassian men were connected to a harness, to which a chain was attached. They were trying to pull the stump from the ground while a pair of Bajorans whipped them to encourage them to pull harder. Further away was a Bajoran armed with an arquebus and a couple of single-shot muzzle-loading pistols on her belt.
“They’ve enslaved them!” gasped Feeniks. “We’ve got to help them!”
“We can not,” replied Kim. “The Prime Directive forbids it.”
“But isn’t the Prime Directive also supposed to protect the people of this world from being colonized by a spacefaring race?” asked Feeniks.
“Indeed it is,” observed Doctor Salar. “However, the Bajorans are too primitive to to be treated like a warp capable civilization. I many ways, what we are seeing is analogous to Earth’s Age of Exploration.”
“The Federation Council has still not made a finally ruling on how the Prime Directive applies to space sailing Bajorans,” replied Kim. “Until then, we are here merely to observe and document what we see, not to interfere.”
“I’m so glad to hear you say that!” said a woman who suddenly appeared before them. She was dressed similar to how a 16th century European Earth nobleman might dress, all in white with intricate gold decorations. She had white tights covered in intricate gold thread designs. And intricate golden triangular piece to cover her pubic mount, a white shirt with intricate gold thread designs on it that had a ruffled collar and a golden crown upon her head. Her nose has the distinctive crinkle of a Bajoran. But her build was less stocky than a Bajoran woman and looked more human.
“Who are you?” asked Lieutenant Ssslurr.
“I am Countess Iblis,” said the woman, with a bow. “And before you go reaching for that subspace horn, you should no that these people have sworn realty to me. That means that the Bajorans . . . and me are protected from interference by your own Prime Directive. But free free to document what we’re doing her! You can’t do anything to stop us without breaking your own rules.”
“She’s correct Commander,” agreed Doctor Salar. “If the Bajorans have sworn fealty to her, under the Prime Directive, we are forbidden to interfere with what they are doing.”
“Commander, I am detecting massive amounts of Q-bosons emanating from her,” reported Feeniks. “The woman is a Q”
“Nevertheless, we must restrain ourselves from interfering in the people who have sworn to her,” chided Kim. “So who exactly has sword fealty to you, Countess Iblis? Is it all the Bajorans?”
“No, just the ones that have colonized this world,” replied Count Iblis. “They put themselves under my protection, and I help them take this world for themselves in a hundred little ways . . like so!”
Suddenly, as Iblis snapped her fingers, the whip came down with a ‘CRACK!’ on a Cardassian’s back, he lurched forward and the stump was suddenly pulled from from the ground, roots and all.
“Feel free to look around and see what we’re accomplishing,” said Countess Iblis. “But consider this: If I could do this for them, how much more could I have done for you if you had accepted my offer?”
Countess Iblis accompanied them as the landing party made their way towards the Bajoran village. Even time they passed a Bajoran, she would bow before Iblis. It looking like the Bajorans has started building a wood wall around the village but had stopped at one point. Inside the village, everywhere they went, the work was being done, not by Bajoran men, like on the previous planet, but by Cardassians, who would cower if anyone came too close and bore many scars on their backs. The Cardassians, both female and male wore only a simple loincloth. So the scars from the many lashings they had received were easily visible.
Spotting a Bajoran man who was sitting in the shade watching the Cardassians work around him, while one Cardassian fanned him.
“Pardon me, but are these people slaves?” asked Feeniks.
“What? . . Oh, the Kardies,” said the Bajoran man. “Yeah, of course they’re slaves. That’s all the Kardies are good for, ya know.”
“And is it you intension to enslave all of the natives of this planet?” asked Feeniks.
“It’s our planet now,” quipped the Bajoran man. “Enslaving the Kardies became a lot easier ever since we submitted to Countess Iblis’ rule. She’s the best thing that ever happened to us.”
“It is as I told you,” said Countess Iblis. “When you swore fealty to me, I became your protector. This world is yours now.”
“If the Countess has arranged all this for you, why do you find it necessary to beat your slaves?” asked Doctor Salar
“She only keeps them from killing us,” replied the Bajoran man. “Enslaving them . . we had to do for ourselves.”
“I can not do too much for them or they will be come too dependent on me to hold the planet,” explained Countess Iblis. “I just help out a little here and there.”
Captain’s log: Stardate 57847.8 - The Bajorans on Cardassia 1 have fallen under the influence of a Q named: Countess Iblis, whom we have encountered in the past. “With the aid of this Q the Bajorans are establishing a slave holding society, with the native Cardassians and the Slaves and the Bajorans as the masters.
Deep Space - USS Argos - Medi’s family’s quarters
When Luziana talked Boomer into accepting Medi’s invitation to mate with her family, Medi had come to them and explained all the ins and out involved. As a result, since they were going to join with what the Medeusans considered a Harlot Priestess, they would be appearing nude before her. This meant they had to walk though the halls of the ship that way, exposing their bodies to anyone who happened to walk by. It was not the first time her wife had talked Boomer into doing this. But it still made Boomer feel strange to be seen in public this way. When they arrived and the quarters Medi shared with her three Medeusan husbands/wives/spice, the Orion woman greeted them at the door, each with a hug.
“Welcome! Welcome you two! I was afraid you might change your mind,” confessed Medi.
“She kind of talked me into it,” confessed Boomer. “So how do we start this?”
“Well, I thought we’d start with a little kissing between us three,” suggested Medi. “I never get to do that with them.”
“Alright,” said Boomer, before grabbing Medi by the cheeks and pulling her into a deep kiss.
Medi opened her mouth to all Boomer to deepen the kissed, while using her hands to pull Luzaina closer into a three-way hug. Luziana rooted in between them and Boomer let her wife displace her, while her hands started roaming around Medi’s body. She was particularly interested in the four new vulvas that Medi had surgically added since the last time they did this. Unlike Medi’s original vulva, which was covered in a dense bush of pubic hair, her new ones were hairless. And when Boomer’s finger started tracing along the labia of one, Medi moved her mouth closer and pulled Boomer in so that the three women were now doing a three person tongue kiss. Boomer felt her arrousal suddenly increase as Medi released her pheromones, which Medi said Medeusans were not immune to. The three Medeusans, who had been holding hands with each other started taking the women by the hand and pulling them over to the bed. She got separated from the other two women as Iviča held her hand and rubbed it against hers while the Medeusan’s other hands were caressing Boomer all over. As Boomer and Iviča continued to rub their palms together, Boomer started to feel something open up in the palm that was pressed against hers. So she grabbed another hands and started rubbing it together also. The first palm was fully open now and Boomer brought it up to her face to see it. Other than the blue colour, it resembled a human vulva. Boomer brought it to her mouth and started licking it. Iviča responded by trying to pull her legs spread, which Boomer allowed because by now she was ready to be entered. Slowly Iviča entered her vagina with his finger with another finger started rubbing against a clit. Boomer responded to being penetrated by using her tongue to penetrate the female organ on the palm she was licking. But then she felt another hand trying to enter her butt.
(I‘m not willing to allow that) thought Boomer, and to her relief, she felt him back off.
Medi had warned her in advance that the Medeusans would try to penetrate her with an many hands as they could and that she had a right to only allow as many in her as she wanted. As Iviča thrust into her pussy, while rubbing her clit, and Boomer continued to lick Iviča’s hand, she glanced to see what the other women were doing.
Medi was being septuple penetrated by Vačič. He hand a finger in her mouth, her butt, and each of her five pussies. She had her tongue licking the palm of the hand that had a finger down her throat and had arranged her hands so that she had a finger in two of his palms, arranged so that every time he thrust into her, she was also thrusting into him.
On her other side, Luziana had let Jožo triple penetrate her and had wrapped her hand around the fingers of two more hands. All three of the medeusans were changing colours in a beautiful display. The colours only got more intense before Luziana warned her:
(Don’t look Boomer! Close your eyes!)
She had been warned not to watch a Medeusan climax, that it would make her pass out and that it might even damage her mental health. But her couriosity got the better of her and she looked anyway as Medi’s orgasm from being septuple fraked pushed Vačić into having his own orgasm. The colours he changed when he climaxed were so beautiful that they made her cum the hardest she ever had in her life! She came so hard she passed out! . . . .
. . . when she awoke, her wonderment at the beauty she had seen quickly turned to rage. How dare he feel so good that he can produce such beauty! She wanted to feel that good! And she couldn’t have when he had, then she’s kill them all for it!
She lashed out and hit Iviča with her fist.
(Grab her! She’s gone insane!) thought Luziana.
Iviča grabbed her with four of his hands and held her down as she thrashed and screamed and struggled against his hold. He still had his finger in her, though he was not longer thrusting. She started thrusting her pelvis against his hand screaming:
“FRAK ME! FRAK ME! FRAK ME!”
(Pull out of me,) thought Medi, who was still being septuple penetrated, even though he was no longer thrusting. (Can you feel what I am feeling and send it back to her?) asked Medi.
(I will do that now,) agreed Vačič.
Medi moved over to her screaming thrashing friend and she started to still as Boomer felt the Love that Medi felt for her. Medi gently pulled Iviča’s hand out of Boomer’s pussy and replaced it with her own. While doing this, she was also caressing Boomer’s face and making eye contact. Medi moved closer and began kissing her and caressing her face while maintaining eye contact, while her other hand thrust into Boomer. At the same time, Vačić was using his telepathy to feel the emotions of Medi and sending them back to Boomer. Medi ordinarily felt a two palm Love for the Cylon woman and her Betazoid wife. Now Medi was opening herself up emotionally more. It was similar, but the opposite, to the technique the Vulcans used to suppress their more-powerful-than-human emotions. The Vulcan technique was like contracting a muscle. This was more like relaxing a muscle. She opened herself up more an more to Boomer allow the Love she felt for Boomer to grow to the intensity that would make a Medeusan open all seven palms. By this point Boomer had had multiple climaxes and Iviča had released his grip on her limbs so Boomer could caress Medi.
“Oh! OH! OH!” moaned Boomer, as she climaxed while feeling more Loved than she ever had in her life! “Oh Medi! Oh Medi! Oh Medi!” moaned Boomer as she hugged the woman who loved her so much as tightly to herself as she could.
It had worked! Medi had cured someone of Medeusan induced insanity without erasing their memories. She had a new tool she could use when such cases occurred in the future.
Of course, after witnessing that, Luziana wanted Medi to do that to her. The six of them continued to Make Love in various combinations. Boomer continued to climax so hard she would pass out every time she saw a Medeusan climax with even one hand. But she closed her eyes when she was warned, because Medi was about to make one of the Medeusans septuple cum in her. The sight of this would make Luziana climax so hard she would pass out too. But she didn’t fly into a homacidal rage from the sight, as Boomer did.
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Chapter 63: Cardassia
Captain’s log: Stardate 57844.7 - We are continuing our follow up on the scouting that the Raiders and the Atalanta have previously done of the system near Kobol that the Bajorans are colonizing. Our next stop is the world we know as Cardassia Prime.
Cardassia 1
Four figures materialized in the transporter beam: Commander Harry Kim, Chief Science Officer Lieutenant Commander Feeniks, Doctor Salar, and Security Officer Lieutenant Ssslurr. The terrain there appeared in was a dense tropical jungle. As soon as they landed, Chief Science Officer Feeniks, pulled out his tricorder and started scanning. Feeniks was an Arioloian, which meant that with his four legs he somewhat resembled a centaur. He normally only wore the top half of his uniform. But being prepared for the heat, he, like the rest of the landing party had forgone the jacket. So he only wore his blue shirt with no under-uniform.
“The settlement appears to be in this direction,” reported Feeniks.
“Lieutenant Ssslurr, you take the point,” commanded Kim. “Doctor Salar, you take the rear.”
The made their way through the dense jungle until they found a large clearing. It was obvious that this clearing had been artificially made as the ground was still black where it had burned and the black burned ground was littered with the stumps of trees that had been felled and either hauled away or burned. There was a group gathered near a smaller stump, only 2 meters across. A group of Cardassian men were connected to a harness, to which a chain was attached. They were trying to pull the stump from the ground while a pair of Bajorans whipped them to encourage them to pull harder. Further away was a Bajoran armed with an arquebus and a couple of single-shot muzzle-loading pistols on her belt.
“They’ve enslaved them!” gasped Feeniks. “We’ve got to help them!”
“We can not,” replied Kim. “The Prime Directive forbids it.”
“But isn’t the Prime Directive also supposed to protect the people of this world from being colonized by a spacefaring race?” asked Feeniks.
“Indeed it is,” observed Doctor Salar. “However, the Bajorans are too primitive to to be treated like a warp capable civilization. I many ways, what we are seeing is analogous to Earth’s Age of Exploration.”
“The Federation Council has still not made a finally ruling on how the Prime Directive applies to space sailing Bajorans,” replied Kim. “Until then, we are here merely to observe and document what we see, not to interfere.”
“I’m so glad to hear you say that!” said a woman who suddenly appeared before them. She was dressed similar to how a 16th century European Earth nobleman might dress, all in white with intricate gold decorations. She had white tights covered in intricate gold thread designs. And intricate golden triangular piece to cover her pubic mount, a white shirt with intricate gold thread designs on it that had a ruffled collar and a golden crown upon her head. Her nose has the distinctive crinkle of a Bajoran. But her build was less stocky than a Bajoran woman and looked more human.
“Who are you?” asked Lieutenant Ssslurr.
“I am Countess Iblis,” said the woman, with a bow. “And before you go reaching for that subspace horn, you should no that these people have sworn realty to me. That means that the Bajorans . . . and me are protected from interference by your own Prime Directive. But free free to document what we’re doing her! You can’t do anything to stop us without breaking your own rules.”
“She’s correct Commander,” agreed Doctor Salar. “If the Bajorans have sworn fealty to her, under the Prime Directive, we are forbidden to interfere with what they are doing.”
“Commander, I am detecting massive amounts of Q-bosons emanating from her,” reported Feeniks. “The woman is a Q”
“Nevertheless, we must restrain ourselves from interfering in the people who have sworn to her,” chided Kim. “So who exactly has sword fealty to you, Countess Iblis? Is it all the Bajorans?”
“No, just the ones that have colonized this world,” replied Count Iblis. “They put themselves under my protection, and I help them take this world for themselves in a hundred little ways . . like so!”
Suddenly, as Iblis snapped her fingers, the whip came down with a ‘CRACK!’ on a Cardassian’s back, he lurched forward and the stump was suddenly pulled from from the ground, roots and all.
“Feel free to look around and see what we’re accomplishing,” said Countess Iblis. “But consider this: If I could do this for them, how much more could I have done for you if you had accepted my offer?”
Countess Iblis accompanied them as the landing party made their way towards the Bajoran village. Even time they passed a Bajoran, she would bow before Iblis. It looking like the Bajorans has started building a wood wall around the village but had stopped at one point. Inside the village, everywhere they went, the work was being done, not by Bajoran men, like on the previous planet, but by Cardassians, who would cower if anyone came too close and bore many scars on their backs. The Cardassians, both female and male wore only a simple loincloth. So the scars from the many lashings they had received were easily visible.
Spotting a Bajoran man who was sitting in the shade watching the Cardassians work around him, while one Cardassian fanned him.
“Pardon me, but are these people slaves?” asked Feeniks.
“What? . . Oh, the Kardies,” said the Bajoran man. “Yeah, of course they’re slaves. That’s all the Kardies are good for, ya know.”
“And is it you intension to enslave all of the natives of this planet?” asked Feeniks.
“It’s our planet now,” quipped the Bajoran man. “Enslaving the Kardies became a lot easier ever since we submitted to Countess Iblis’ rule. She’s the best thing that ever happened to us.”
“It is as I told you,” said Countess Iblis. “When you swore fealty to me, I became your protector. This world is yours now.”
“If the Countess has arranged all this for you, why do you find it necessary to beat your slaves?” asked Doctor Salar
“She only keeps them from killing us,” replied the Bajoran man. “Enslaving them . . we had to do for ourselves.”
“I can not do too much for them or they will be come too dependent on me to hold the planet,” explained Countess Iblis. “I just help out a little here and there.”
Captain’s log: Stardate 57847.8 - The Bajorans on Cardassia 1 have fallen under the influence of a Q named: Countess Iblis, whom we have encountered in the past. “With the aid of this Q the Bajorans are establishing a slave holding society, with the native Cardassians and the Slaves and the Bajorans as the masters.
Deep Space - USS Argos - Medi’s family’s quarters
When Luziana talked Boomer into accepting Medi’s invitation to mate with her family, Medi had come to them and explained all the ins and out involved. As a result, since they were going to join with what the Medeusans considered a Harlot Priestess, they would be appearing nude before her. This meant they had to walk though the halls of the ship that way, exposing their bodies to anyone who happened to walk by. It was not the first time her wife had talked Boomer into doing this. But it still made Boomer feel strange to be seen in public this way. When they arrived and the quarters Medi shared with her three Medeusan husbands/wives/spice, the Orion woman greeted them at the door, each with a hug.
“Welcome! Welcome you two! I was afraid you might change your mind,” confessed Medi.
“She kind of talked me into it,” confessed Boomer. “So how do we start this?”
“Well, I thought we’d start with a little kissing between us three,” suggested Medi. “I never get to do that with them.”
“Alright,” said Boomer, before grabbing Medi by the cheeks and pulling her into a deep kiss.
Medi opened her mouth to all Boomer to deepen the kissed, while using her hands to pull Luzaina closer into a three-way hug. Luziana rooted in between them and Boomer let her wife displace her, while her hands started roaming around Medi’s body. She was particularly interested in the four new vulvas that Medi had surgically added since the last time they did this. Unlike Medi’s original vulva, which was covered in a dense bush of pubic hair, her new ones were hairless. And when Boomer’s finger started tracing along the labia of one, Medi moved her mouth closer and pulled Boomer in so that the three women were now doing a three person tongue kiss. Boomer felt her arrousal suddenly increase as Medi released her pheromones, which Medi said Medeusans were not immune to. The three Medeusans, who had been holding hands with each other started taking the women by the hand and pulling them over to the bed. She got separated from the other two women as Iviča held her hand and rubbed it against hers while the Medeusan’s other hands were caressing Boomer all over. As Boomer and Iviča continued to rub their palms together, Boomer started to feel something open up in the palm that was pressed against hers. So she grabbed another hands and started rubbing it together also. The first palm was fully open now and Boomer brought it up to her face to see it. Other than the blue colour, it resembled a human vulva. Boomer brought it to her mouth and started licking it. Iviča responded by trying to pull her legs spread, which Boomer allowed because by now she was ready to be entered. Slowly Iviča entered her vagina with his finger with another finger started rubbing against a clit. Boomer responded to being penetrated by using her tongue to penetrate the female organ on the palm she was licking. But then she felt another hand trying to enter her butt.
(I‘m not willing to allow that) thought Boomer, and to her relief, she felt him back off.
Medi had warned her in advance that the Medeusans would try to penetrate her with an many hands as they could and that she had a right to only allow as many in her as she wanted. As Iviča thrust into her pussy, while rubbing her clit, and Boomer continued to lick Iviča’s hand, she glanced to see what the other women were doing.
Medi was being septuple penetrated by Vačič. He hand a finger in her mouth, her butt, and each of her five pussies. She had her tongue licking the palm of the hand that had a finger down her throat and had arranged her hands so that she had a finger in two of his palms, arranged so that every time he thrust into her, she was also thrusting into him.
On her other side, Luziana had let Jožo triple penetrate her and had wrapped her hand around the fingers of two more hands. All three of the medeusans were changing colours in a beautiful display. The colours only got more intense before Luziana warned her:
(Don’t look Boomer! Close your eyes!)
She had been warned not to watch a Medeusan climax, that it would make her pass out and that it might even damage her mental health. But her couriosity got the better of her and she looked anyway as Medi’s orgasm from being septuple fraked pushed Vačić into having his own orgasm. The colours he changed when he climaxed were so beautiful that they made her cum the hardest she ever had in her life! She came so hard she passed out! . . . .
. . . when she awoke, her wonderment at the beauty she had seen quickly turned to rage. How dare he feel so good that he can produce such beauty! She wanted to feel that good! And she couldn’t have when he had, then she’s kill them all for it!
She lashed out and hit Iviča with her fist.
(Grab her! She’s gone insane!) thought Luziana.
Iviča grabbed her with four of his hands and held her down as she thrashed and screamed and struggled against his hold. He still had his finger in her, though he was not longer thrusting. She started thrusting her pelvis against his hand screaming:
“FRAK ME! FRAK ME! FRAK ME!”
(Pull out of me,) thought Medi, who was still being septuple penetrated, even though he was no longer thrusting. (Can you feel what I am feeling and send it back to her?) asked Medi.
(I will do that now,) agreed Vačič.
Medi moved over to her screaming thrashing friend and she started to still as Boomer felt the Love that Medi felt for her. Medi gently pulled Iviča’s hand out of Boomer’s pussy and replaced it with her own. While doing this, she was also caressing Boomer’s face and making eye contact. Medi moved closer and began kissing her and caressing her face while maintaining eye contact, while her other hand thrust into Boomer. At the same time, Vačić was using his telepathy to feel the emotions of Medi and sending them back to Boomer. Medi ordinarily felt a two palm Love for the Cylon woman and her Betazoid wife. Now Medi was opening herself up emotionally more. It was similar, but the opposite, to the technique the Vulcans used to suppress their more-powerful-than-human emotions. The Vulcan technique was like contracting a muscle. This was more like relaxing a muscle. She opened herself up more an more to Boomer allow the Love she felt for Boomer to grow to the intensity that would make a Medeusan open all seven palms. By this point Boomer had had multiple climaxes and Iviča had released his grip on her limbs so Boomer could caress Medi.
“Oh! OH! OH!” moaned Boomer, as she climaxed while feeling more Loved than she ever had in her life! “Oh Medi! Oh Medi! Oh Medi!” moaned Boomer as she hugged the woman who loved her so much as tightly to herself as she could.
It had worked! Medi had cured someone of Medeusan induced insanity without erasing their memories. She had a new tool she could use when such cases occurred in the future.
Of course, after witnessing that, Luziana wanted Medi to do that to her. The six of them continued to Make Love in various combinations. Boomer continued to climax so hard she would pass out every time she saw a Medeusan climax with even one hand. But she closed her eyes when she was warned, because Medi was about to make one of the Medeusans septuple cum in her. The sight of this would make Luziana climax so hard she would pass out too. But she didn’t fly into a homacidal rage from the sight, as Boomer did.
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