Part One
She awoke in darkness, as she had for the past 2 months...
She found it hard to believe that she and been in the Internment camp for 2 whole months. Every day was like the one that passed before, Grueling rounds of physical labor interspersed with the punishing regimen of sleep deprivation and bad food, all played out to a never ending sound track of continual Cardassian Propaganda, that played through the Camps Public address system. It ran through her head like a never-ending mantra, the echoes of the invaders messages "We Are Your Friends" "Freedom through hard work and Diligence" "Cardassia And Bajor, Friends And Allies" had almost erased the memories of who she was, and more importantly of what she was.
She was Jessen Ta. She was a Section Chief Intelligence Coordinator in the Bajoran Militia. To this day she found it Ironic that she had been captured. She had been out monitoring the movements of Cardassian troops when she was discovered. Not by the enemy but by a Taag hound, the pet of a local family now probably dead, killed by the same troops she was watching. It had sniffed her out, as she lay concealed in the bushes peering through a set of Macro-scopes at the enemy convoy as it wound through the valley below her, when the stupid hound started leaping up and down and barking at her, in a desperate attempt to get her to play with him. Before she could quiet him down the dog disappeared with a yelp as it was hit with a high-powered disrupter beam. Jessen had leapt to her feet and started to run when she also was hit with an energy weapon, this time set to stun, awakening hours later to find herself in the prison camp. As of yet she was thanking the Prophets that her captors had not worked out who she was, and were just treating her like every other Prisoner.
Just as the sun crested the Mountains behind the Camp the door to the Barrack house Burst open and in walked 2 Cardassian officers, A Gul and a Glinn. The Gul moved along the rows of Bunk beds with an air of authority that almost tangibly oozed from him. He was walking with the easy measured pace of a Warrior accustomed to long hard marches in Enemy held terrain. Occasionally he would make an almost imperceptible signal to his companion who would make a note on a PADD and throw a wristband to the Female indicated. Jessen felt the stomach tighten as the Pair worked their way towards her. She had noticed that out of the 5 women the Gul had selected 4 of them were Militia members who had been keeping their identities hidden. The other was a known Shebetar, a woman who reveled in the abuse given by her captors when she was dragged to their beds, 2 or 3 times in a week she would leave the Barrack hut at Lights out, only to return hours later, sexually abused and apparently sated. She always had better rations and easier work rosters. Several of the other women had tried her method but no others had survived.
The Gul drew level with her and looked at her strait in the eye. She tried to lower her gaze, but something in his eye had captivated her. She was not sure if it was the knowing look he had shot her or the stubbornness of her nature she could not break his glare. He paused in his stride and swiveled towards her. He grabbed her painfully by the chin and pulled her towards him. Caught off guard by the sudden maneuver she stumbled towards him, and dropped to her knees in front of him. A deep throaty chuckle escaped his lips. Looking back at the other Cardassian he said "and bring this one as well Intelligence Coordinator Jessen Ta has some questions to answer too" As these words left his lips he felt her blood run cold. This Bastard knew exactly who she was, what she was and where she came from. She was worse than dead. Now they would torture her and abuse her to find out all she knew, leavening her a mindless husk wandering around until someone killed her to put her out of her misery.
The Glinn chuckle and tossed her a Wristband and marked her on his PADD. Jessen picked up the band and looking up at the Gul standing above her, smiling almost benevolently down at her.
"Put it on" He said quietly. For a second she looked at him with confusion in her eyes. The shock of being discovered still twisting her thoughts into a maelstrom of confused sounds and images. She did not even see the open hand as it swung in at her, connecting with the back of her head with a slap the reverberated off of the walls of the barrack house. It knocked her forward into him. Her face close against his upper thighs.
She could hear the senior officer speaking to her again. But the ringing in her ears muffled what he was saying. All she got was "... Seems she likes it there. " And that dark throaty chuckle again. She felt his hands on her shoulders and her self-lifted onto the bed, with the ease of an adult lifting a child. She was sat on the bed and he knelt beside her, he leaned closer and whispered into her ear "I am going to ask one more time before I get Nasty. Put. On. The. Band... Do I make myself clear?" She nodded weekly and placed the band around her wrist. It snapped closed and tightened onto her arm. She felt a small pick and the probe Slipped under her skin and injected the subspace tracker into her.
"There's a good little Bitch' she heard him say as he stood. "Glinn Murak, Have these Ladies Placed in Containment Unit 7 until I am ready to deal with them. " She Flopped Back against the thin mattress and watched the Gul leave. Her heart Pounding and her breath ragged, she tired to gather her thoughts. The horrifically cavalier way the Gul had treated her like she was nothing more than a piece of flotsam, it disturbed her to realize she was nothing but a piece of flesh with answers to him. As she lay there her military training took over and she took stock of her physical situation, Her ears were still ringing a little and the back of her head was a little tender where the slap had landed, she worked her way down from there. Slight tenderness of her jaw, where he had gripped her face. Then she noticed something strange and scary. She was noticeably wet between her thighs. How could this be? This Bastard has treated her like dirt and she had allowed her self to get turned on by it. She shook her head in disgust at her own weakness and stood up from the bed. Prepared to wait her fate with the honor of a Bajoran warrior.
With in minutes a squad of guards entered the hut and gathered the women together and marched them out of the building. The headed across the compound and through a security barrier. There in front of them was Containment Unit 7. It was a derelict cargo pod. Black duralium gleaming dully in the sun, the shimmer of a beaming shield surrounding it. As they reached the perimeter of the shield it opened to allow them access. One of the guards opened the door and signaled them in. The inside had been retro fitted with bunks and a toilet cubical, the guard chuckled and shut the door behind them, "don't make your selves to comfortable. You will not be here long. " He pointed to the Shebetar. "You... Whore... we have need of you. ' The grabbed the girl by her hair and dragged her towards the door.
As he neared the door he hit a button and there was a sudden hum. A force field sprang up across the room separating him and his prize from the rest of the prisoners. He threw her to the floor and opened the door, allowing the rest of his platoon to enter. With little or no delay they started unbuckling their Battle Armor.
This was the first time Jessen had seen a Cardassian without the Black armor. She was more than a little intrigued. The ridges that adorned their faces followed the contours of their body as they traveled down. They traveled down their backs and met at a point where their backs blended into their buttocks. Then one of them turned around to face her the ridges on his front ran over the points of their hips and met at the Pubic mound. The Cardassian stood there staring directly at her his Large engorged Manhood jutting forward. She smiled at him in an attempt to appear strong and looked directly at it. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw it. It was not overly large maybe 6 inches in length and no ticker than an average Bajoran but it has one major difference. The Cardassian ridges continued down the stiff shaft. He grabbed it and pumped it in his hand directly at her. Then turned and dove upon the now naked Girl at his feet. She screamed as he entered her. Jessen could tell that it was not a scream of pain. It was the animal moan of a woman getting royally fucked. The Cardassian was using her purely as a toy. He was hers to use. And use her he did. He pounded her for several minutes. Until with an ear splitting scream the girl below him cried out as an orgasm hit her. Pulling the cum form her assailant at the same time.
The Soldier rolled off of her and started to pull his armor back on. From where she was standing Jessen could see the open pussy of the girl. It was twitching as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. With each ripple a small amount of the hot seed was expelled from her. The soldier looked down and smiled at the trickle of pink jism, and calmly reached down and dipped his finger in to it. He scooped a small amount up onto his hand and looked strait at Jessen, grinned in a dirty way and licked the mixture of combined juices off. A visible shudder ran through his body as he did this.
"Fuck me that little whore tastes good," he said as he looked at Jessen. "Do you want to taste her?" he asked
Jessen was more than a little shocked at first. And shook her head. It had been a long time since she had been with another woman. And she had never done what the guard was suggesting. She shook her head. With a laugh the guard hit the button controlling the force field and stepped forward and tried to grab her. Trained to be a warrior she fired a fast punch into his face. The guard rolled back with the punch and countered with a jab to the Maxis-facial nerve just below the 2nd ridge of her Bajoran Nose. She was momentarily stunned and when she came to only seconds later she found herself, on her knees bent over, he face mere inches from the open pulsing pussy of the recently fucked girl. She could smell the sweet scent of Sex as it wafted from her open lips. Jessen was just beginning to like the idea when she felt a bump form behind which pushed her pace into the quivering lips of the naked girl. She tasted of pussy and cum. The cum was different to any she had on her lips before. It was almost spicy. Instead of the Sharp salty taste of Bajoran Come it was almost musty. Her tongue darted form her mouth and into the wetness of the girl, the taste of her was wonderful. And Jessen started to lick with passion. The Hips of the girl beneath her began to push up into her face as her tongue plunged in and out. The world started to slip into the background until she felt her trousers give, as someone ripped away the cloth from behind.
