Epilogue - Convert [18+]

Posted on 30 Nov 2015 @ 5:42pm by Queen Regent Lirha Saalm
Edited on 07 Dec 2015 @ 4:37am

1,174 words; about a 6 minute read

Location: IKS Saalm - Lirha's Chambers
Timeline: MD 15 - 0200 hrs

[ON]

The night was still young for the Orion queen regent despite the late hour of the evening. Morning, in fact, for the chronometer now read 0200. The sense of time was all trivial for Lirha though, because she now found herself wide awake and with nothing to occupy her attention or desires.

Sprawled out casually in her massive plush bed, she rolled over on her side and reached for her communicator. The small device was soon clasped in her green hand, and she tapped a quick command into it to activate the desired channel. "Bring the Jaana woman to my quarters," she said quietly to her security staff. Lirha had been fascinated with the alluring Human woman ever since she'd been captured and brought aboard a couple days ago following the Battle of Nimbus. Something about her devious body art intrigued and excited the Orion, and she wanted to be entertained for the evening.

A few moments later, Jaana appeared at her door, being dragged in by two burly guards. There wasn't much she could do to resist. Thrown to the floor in front of Lirha's bed, she looked up, a bit of blood on the corner of her mouth. Her expression was one of fear; surely whatever the Queen had in store for her, it wasn't good.

"Well...hello, Miss Janna," said Saalm, who looked over the beaten and bloody Human woman with an unhealthy degree of satisfaction. "I hope your stay aboard my vessel has been pleasant so far?"

"F--k you, bitch," was Jaana's curt reply.

Shifting alluringly in her bed, Lirha grinned at the rebuttal and sat up to look at her captive with more scrutiny. "Is that a request..?" she asked, somewhat hopefully.

Jaana was taken aback by Lirha's question. Suddenly, she realized why she was here. Tales of the Queen Regent's harem had been told throughout the empire. A horrible place, where captives were made to service the queen until she got bored with them. Obviously something about her interested Lirha, whatever it was. "Go to hell," was all she could say.

"Perhaps we are in your 'hell' already? My people prefer to call the place 'Ijram'tar'," she mused to herself with a soft sigh. "Do you...hate me, Miss Jaana?" Lirha knew she did, but continued to ask questions.

"Is it because I am an Orion? Or perhaps because I represent the antithesis of everything you hold sacred?" She paused for a moment to press a finger to her lips in thought. "Or did Holliday force you into his doctrine?"

"I'm Terran," shot back Jaana. "I remember what it was like, growing up on Earth, in the Helsinki Occupation Zone, under the thumb of the KCA. I remember the joy that was the moment that Sisko's rebellion threw off the shackles of KCA control from Earth. And I remember what it was like to lose my parents to an occupying force. Do what you will; I won't serve you."

Lirha smiled at that, for she fondly remembered the brief victory the Alliance had had over the Empire that Janna was referring to. Brief but potent, and it had shown the tyrannical empire that their conquest was short sighted and illegitimate.

"Would you rather serve me, or die?" asked Saalm. Would you rather serve me...or spend the next five years aboard my starship kept alive while wishing you were dead? And then...after that time of pain has expired, would you rather spend the remainder of your life at Rura Penthe?"

The queen regent paused and gave the Nordic woman a genuine and deep look. "Or would you like to spend your time with me, instead, and fulfill my wishes as my personal servant?

Jaana reached into her pockets, but they were empty. She so desperately wished for her cyanide tablets, but they had been taken from her when she was captured. "Just let me die," she replied, her head throbbing. Though, even though she didn't know what it was, part of her was intrigued by the offer.

"That is not what you want," Lirha refuted. Two of her many useful skills were interpreting both body language and vocal inflection, the two of which were telling that Janna's internal desires did not match her vocal ones. "...Why would you accept a life of torture and pain when you could have the opposite?"

"Is laying with me such a horrible fortune? Is...being with another woman against your credence...?"

"I..." Jaana shook her head. She knew she couldn't serve the queen. It was the oath she took when she joined the Imperial Fleet. To do so would be to forsake everything about her identity as a proud terran. But looking up at the queen, she was strangely allured. "No, I won't do it," she said, holding her head and closing her eyes.

Lirha scooted herself a bit closer to the woman on the bed. Her hands reached upwards towards her collar, and she delicately unstrapped the clasps of her loose torso garment.

The fabric fell loosely down the queen regent's torso and now revealed her nude and supple upper body curves. Lirha tilted her head slightly to the side and patted the sheet next to her. "Come, please," she requested. "We are both women who have gone through so much. I have offered you comfort and security...and my love..."

"I..." Jaana could do nothing but come closer. Somehow, for whatever reason, she found herself drawn towards the green woman. Encouraged by Lirha's little tug on her collar, she sat down upon Lirha's bed and closed her eyes.

Lirha reached out and put one of her hands on Janna's firm belly while leaning down to kiss her. The queen regent's lips pressed softly against the other woman's for a brief moment, after which she slipped her warm tongue slowly into Jaana's mouth.

Instead of resisting, Jaana just sat back and accepted it, a tidal wave of feelings overwhelming her. All she knew was that somehow, this was right.

A green finger from Lirha's free hand reached down towards the new servant's belt, where it stopped to allow the finger to point upwards. Lirha's sharp and pointed nails were often a cosmetic luxury, but they sometimes served a more purposeful meaning.

Ever so slowly, Lirha began to cut Janna's shit in half with her finger which methodically moved upwards from her belly to her chest with each consecutive movement. It didn't take long before her sharp nail was at her collarbone, and a final jagged motion of her hand split Janna's top in two.

Her pale Human breasts now revealed and reflecting the deep red ambient lighting of the Klingon starship, Lirha began to move her head towards them as she anticipated a most sensual evening with her new slave.

[OFF]

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Corporal Jaana Voutilainen
Security Officer
ISS Galileo
[PNPC Voutilainen]

QRGT Lirha Saalm
Commanding Officer
IKS Saalm
[PNPC Saalm]

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