Flight Officer Cara
By EVILTWINMORDRED
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Flight Officer Benedeti of the United Earth Force was enjoying the sights and sounds of Antares VII, known throughout the galaxy as the “Marketplace Planet”. Here, in its crowded streets and alleys, merchants from all over the sector plied their trade.
Cara strolled from stall to stall, enjoying some time away from her duties. The merchants were not intimidated by her uniform and boots, and were eager for her credits.
She had purchased a scrumptious Nyla, and ate it on the spot, wiping its juice from her chin before it stained her uniform tunic.
That’s when she saw the shop, with its sign:
“Svengali’s Scents”
She smiled. Of course she was very familiar with Du Maurier’s hypnotist. She had written a paper about “Triliby” for a Lit class at the Academy.
Of course, the name probably was a non sequitur. Alien merchants often chose Earth names to attract human customers with little regard to the meaning.
She strolled over and entered. Perhaps a new perfume might thaw First Officer Alvarez a bit.
She was surprised to see that the proprietor was human like her. An older man with white hair, he smiled and nodded at her.
“Greetings, Flight Officer, how may I and my humble shop serve you”
“Oh, I’m just browsing. I love the name of your shop and had to stop in.”
“Ah yes…….I think I tried to convey that my scents transport you ladies into lovely trances.”
Cara tried to will away her blush. She had long hidden her interest in hypnotic submission. “Svengali” was only one of many examples of mesmeric media she had collected over the years. She decided to change the subject.
“Say, do you have anything that might soften up an icy superior?”
“Why….yes, I do. Try this one.” He handed her an ornate atomizer made of glass, filled with a purple liquid. She took it, and gave a short squeeze on the bulb, and a very pleasant, cinnamon like scent filled her nostrils.
Everything went black.
Cara awoke with goosebumps on her exposed skin. She was bound in some sort of transparent tube. One golden band restricted her upper body, the second gripped her legs just above the knees. Her boots and uniform were gone, replaced by a bikini that matched the restraining bars in color.
Cara felt a rhythmic pulse beneath her bare soles.
She had never felt this exposed, this vulnerable. She was scared, but there was something else she felt.
Cara felt her traitorous nipples harden from sexual excitement. To her horror, she saw they were visible through the thin fabric of the bikini top.
“I see you have awakened, Flight Officer.” The merchant emerged from the shadows. He looked younger, more upright. Worse, he now wore the uniform of the Black Legion, the U.E.F.’s greatest foe.
“You better release me. I’m due back on my ship soon, and there will be hell to pay……”. Cara did her best to sound defiant.
The Legion officer ruefully laughed. “Aren’t you going to mention how your ship’s computer tracks your location? That’s why one of my agents is wearing your uniform and boots as we speak, having a grand tour of the marketplace. Your compadres have no reason to be concerned for you, and I assure you that you’ll soon be back with them, none the worse for wear.”
“If you’re letting me go….what’s the point of all this? Why am I here?”
“I will show you ‘the point’, as you put it, Cara.” He held up a remote and pushed a button. From above her head, a transparent cap slowly descended. Cara began hearing whispered murmurs, but could not yet make out the actual words being said. She felt moistness now below as she realized what was happening.
They were going to brainwash her, just as she had so often fantasized about. She shook her head defiantly, trying to clear her mind of sexual thoughts. This was not a movie, or novel. She was Flight Officer Cara Benedetti of the U.E.F. She would not allow the Black Legion to make her their puppet.
“What kind of joke is this? We of the U.E.F. Are trained in hypnotic resistance.” She hoped she sounded more confident than she felt.
“Oh we are quite aware of your training. Perhaps an especially motivated woman of great will could resist our method. But we both know that’s not you, my dear. We’ve done much research into you and your obsession. You and I both know that deep down, you don’t want to resist.”
“That’s not true……I’m a loyal member of the U.E.F. …….I’ll fight you.”
He brushed her left nipple with the remote, causing her to sharply inhale.
“We shall see, my pet, though your body betrays you.”
He turned a dial on the remote. The cap began filling with swirling, multicolored lights. The throbbing pulses on her bare toes and soles intensified. She grew dizzy, and despite herself she found herself focusing on the lights to stabilize herself. The murmuring grew audible.
“Cara is submissive. Cara loves submission. Cara wants only to be a good girl. Cara loves Master. Good girls obey Master. Cara is a good girl. Cara always obeys Master. Cara is a good girl. Cara loves Master. Cara always obeys Master. Cara is submissive……..
She shook her head again. “I’ll…I’ll fight you….”
The villain smiled, and leaned closer. “ Go ahead and try, my dear. But you know you’ll fail, because, deep down, you want to fail.”
A tear rolled down her cheek.
He pulled back and turned the dial, and the underfoot throbbing increased. The goosebumps on her skin were replaced by a sheen of sweat. She gasped for air, then came harder than she’d ever had before. As the shudders finally subsided, her eyes slowly opened again and fell into the swirling colors. After a moment, she began to blankly whisper in unison with the murmurs.
“Cara is submissive. Cara loves submission. Cara only wants to be a good girl…….”
Her Master stroked her cheek.
“That’s my good girl.”
Sometime later, Cara awoke in a luxurious bedchamber to see Master finish dressing. She stretched and smiled. She’d never felt this fulfilled before. She loved her Master and would do anything he asked.
Master pointed at her uniform, neatly folded on the foot of the bed. Understanding his command, she quickly dressed. Her boots and socks were no where to be seen.
He reached out his hand, and Cara crawled across the bed and began submissively licking and kissing his fingers, like the loving pet she now was.
“Tell me, Slave…what are you going to tell your shipmates?”
Cara pulled her mouth off of his thumb. She responded in a matter-of-fact voice. “ I had the most lovely day shopping and sightseeing.”
“And what happened to your boots?”
“I traded them, for this, Master.” She reached into her tunic and pulled out the crystal necklace.
“And what will you do with that, Slave.”
“Between 0100 and 0200 Ship Standard Time, I will be alone in my quarters whenever possible. I will hold it with my bare feet and listen for your commands, Master.”
She resumed her oral ministrations on his fingers.
Varlek smiled. The Legion’s efforts with this woman would yield great results. How fortunate that the U.E.F. was so casual regarding its dress codes once their ships were off planet. A barefooted Flight Officer would raise no eyebrow.
Furthermore, Cara was now programmed to perfectly conceal she was perpetually in a deep and utterly obedient trance. Her crew mates will never suspect she belonged to him and the Black Legion now.
He felt her tongue licking the space between his thumb and first finger.
Perhaps there was time for another “reinforcement” session before she had to get back to her ship.