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Auxiliary Control

by

AT3 Nella Drial

Dream of 2012 November 25

I hope you like it, even with the bad Grammer, misspelling, and puntuation 
errors.

Petty Officer Third Class Maxwell Jorgerson sat in the Command Chair at the 
Command Station in Auxiliary Control of the Star Ship Tesla, watching the 
boards. It was the only station in Auxiliary Control that was manned by a 
Star Fleet 'Fleet Officer' full time. The rest of the Auxiliary Bridge was 
empty of Military Personnel, and would be until he was relieved by a lone 
Fleet acting 'Officer'.

Here in Auxiliary Control, there didn't have to me a Commissioned Fleet 
Officer. Any Enlisted Non-Commissioned Fleet Officer would do. But, Star 
Fleet non-Fleet Personnel wouldn't do, according to the Regs, even if he was 
a Commodore.

When someone was manning the boards during up-grades or maintenance to the 
boards on the Bridge, Fleet Officers were required to sit at all posts in 
Auxiliary Control that were being serviced on the Bridge.

The petite little eleven-year-old girl sitting at the communication station 
gave a heavy sigh and stretched, hands together, reaching as far back over 
her head as she could, pushing her budding breasts out to stretch the Gold 
material, her little nipples making two little hard points in the fabric. 
She was in complete Star Fleet Officers uniform, with her top cut down 
off-center, minus the bra, with miniskirt, minus the black hot pants and 
rank buttons. Her long blond hair was done in a French Braid, and her bright 
blue eyes didn't need make-up yet, but she was wearing Mascara. She looked 
like a little girl playing dress-up, and she was, for her cousin Max. She 
was eighty-six pounds of budding little girl. She smiled when she saw him 
looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Max? How long til you're relived, so we can go watch the new old movie on 
the Jumbo Tron?" She looked at him with her bright blue eyes, not blinking. 
She wasn't really talking about watching an ancient movie in an equally 
ancient movie theater on the Holodeck.

He scanned the Helm controls. "It will be a whole nother hour. You know what 
time I get relieved!"

She grinned, "Yeah."

Same time every day, they both got relief...

He looked sideways at her again. "Then, why are you here early?"

"Yeah, well, I got bored." She squirmed in her seat, her body language 
screaming at him, 'I'm horny!'

Max gave a small laugh as he readjusted himself. "You are the Captains 
daughter. I can't believe that there is nothing more interesting to do on 
this ship, than to sit here and watch me work at pretending to work."

She sighed, "You are the Captains, sisters, son. Except for you, my Daddy 
doesn't trust me alone with any other male on this ship." She didn't add 
that there wasn't another male on the ship that she'd rather be alone with, 
then him, (besides her Daddy...)

Max looked like one of the clean cut beach bums from California, where they 
were both from. He also had blond hair and blue eyes. They could be mistaken 
for brother and sister.

Even though he was a whole ten years older than her, they had always been 
close. Closer than kin were supposed to be. They were even closer to each 
other than she was to her own father, and they were closer than a father and 
daughter were supposed to be, by Public Moral definition.

Max tried hard not to look up at any of the surveillance cameras as she 
swivelled to face him, spreading her feet shoulder width, bringing her knees 
up to her chin, and bringing her feet up to the seat to sit with her feet 
spread, knees by her chin. He could see that her black Thong left her entire 
left lip exposed, showing that all she had was Peachfuzz. It was the same 
light blond color as her hair. They both knew that there were cameras 
covering every square inch of this Command center. She was flashing them her 
Pink. It was her way of rebelling against authority without blatantly 
getting naked in public.

No one was complaining.

"That's because he knows that I would rather die, then let you get, hurt."

She made a soft keening sound, a sound that only had meaning for his, and 
her fathers, ears. Then she whispered, "And he knows that you will always 
look out for me. Make sure that no one does anything, bad, to me." She 
squirmed again, innocently exposing more of her pinkness, and the fact that 
her lips were engorged. She was ready to fuck his brains out.

He glanced over at her. "That's because you're starting to fill out, and the 
males on this ship will soon start sniffing after you like a bunch of dogs."

She giggled, "To do unspeakable things to me. But you won't let them! Will 
you?"

He adjusted himself again, then something on a view screen caught his eye. 
"That's odd! A distortion or something is shadowing us. Extreme range." 
After he double checked it, and his quick message to the Tactical Station up 
stairs, they were aware of it on the Bridge.

The Tesla wasn't that close to the border, nor were they near any shipping 
lanes, so there shouldn't be any hostile ships in the vicinity. But, a 
possible cloaked ship...

Pam squinted her eyes as she moved to the Tactical station. "It looks like a 
Beetle!" She pointed to two other weird spots on the star field. "Hey look! 
There's two more of them!"

They could hear the Captain go to Yellow Alert and have the Com try to 
communicate with the distortion on all channels. After several minutes as 
the unknown ships started to close the gap, there was still no answer.

On the Bridge, the Captain moved the ship away from the anomalies and 
increased speed. The unknown ships also sped up, and they were still closing 
the gap. The Captain went to Red Alert, charging all weapons and raising the 
shields.

After almost ten minutes as they heard the Bridge trying to contact Star 
Fleet, again and again, and fail, the ship closest to them opened fire with 
some kind of Plasma Torpedo. It was identified as an Orion Raider before it 
re-cloaked. The alien ships cloaks kept Fire Control from getting a lock, so 
return fire was out of the question, even if they had anything to shoot at 
them with at such an extreme range.

The Captain put more power to the rear shields. This was a science research 
ship, a converted, old, under-powered Scout ship almost a hundred years old, 
not a Battle Ship. Except for Phaser three's, there weren't any standard 
weapons of war, and Phaser three's were only good for debris, mine fields, 
and Drones. The ship was so old, that it was still equipped with Armor 
Plating, the shields were just an added touch. So was the Star Fleet crew. 
There were barely enough Star Fleet people to man the stations.

There was a wait before impact while Max and Pam both used the restraining 
belts built into the seats, and took a Bonine to prevent space sickness if 
the Gravity failed, as per standard protocol. There were no space suits for 
them to don, since Auxiliary Control was in the center of the ship. If it 
was opened to space, there wouldn't be anything left of the ship to keep 
them alive, and a quick messy death by explosive decompression was better 
than a slow non-explosive death by asphyxiation, gasping in agony as they 
ran out of air.

Max went through the options, knowing what the Captain would do next, and he 
told Pam what would probably happen.

Multiple Phaser threes, standard Drone defense, were fired at the oncoming 
Torpedo when it was close enough, to no visible effect. Then the torpedo 
split into six mini torpedoes right before impact. One hit directly amid 
ships, blanking out the sensors for a critical split second as the other 
warheads arrowed around toward their pre-selected targets.

The ship lurched and shuddered. The gravity was off, then on, then off as 
five more explosions happened in quick succession, then on again.

Max checked the systems. The Bridge was off line, and the ship was beginning 
to lose speed and course. When Max saw why the Bridge wasn't responding, he 
blanched, then did the only thing he could do, and transferred all controls 
to Auxiliary Control, Ships Command to his own station.

The Bridge was gone! So were other parts of the ship. Topside where the 
Bridge had been, below, where the main Sensor had been, and both sides, 
where the wing Phasers had been. Nothing but a mass of wreckage remained.

"Shit!"

"Cousin Max!"

The ship was barely holding together, and it's best speed wasn't fast 
enough. The ships closing the distance behind them were still cloaked, which 
meant that they had no shields. But since he didn't have any weapons at his 
Command. It was a moot point.

Or was it? The cloaked ships were directly behind the Tesla, and closing 
fast.

Max was reminded of his high school days, playing Fleet Battles. He had 
gotten so much grief about being a Nerd pretending to be in command of a 
Star Ship. Now here he was, a Nerd in Command of a Star Ship... Ironic...

The ship still had almost everything from when it was active in Star Fleet 
as a Mine Tender, even the old outdated equipment used to remove mine 
fields. Even a few old, outdated mines, and Coopers gas in the voids. Lots 
and lots of Coopers gas to clear mine fields, and act like last ditch 
explosive armor. It had been cheaper to leave the old equipment onboard, 
moth-balled, then to remove it.

Max steered a careful course one hundred and eighty degrees away from the 
enemy ships, then had the Computer start venting Coopers gas out through the 
vents just in front of the heat exchangers for the Warp Reactors, a risky 
gamble, as he recharged the two rear facing Phaser three's, the only Phasers 
the ship had left.

The added expanding gasses added cooling helped with the speed some, the gas 
rapidly expanding as it heated up, then expanding again as it left the Warp 
field, but Max knew that it wouldn't last. He was counting on it.

Even better, by what the sensors showed behind them by the slight depletion 
of gas behind the enemy ships, the enemy ships were using ram-jets to 
collect the gasses, thinking that it was the very expensive Warp Core gas, 
and worth salvaging.

These were Pirates that took all that they could. Max had hoped that they 
were too greedy for their own good.

Pirates always were!

When the Pirate ships were only a hundred thousand clicks behind, he had the 
computer increase the density of the Coopers gas to a dangerously high 
level, then he cut it off and rapidly slowed the ship down so the edge of 
the cloud was only thirty thousand clicks behind them. Maximum range for his 
Phaser Three's. When the three ships entered the densest part of the cloud, 
since Max couldn't reach the firing stud as he re-enforced the remaining 
rear shields, he told Pam, who was still strapped in at Tactical, "FIRE!" 
Pam, without thinking, fired the Phasers.

All three ships were sucking in the cloud of super heated Coopers gas, and 
when it detonated, the intake ports being open and the shields down, they 
were totally destroyed by the explosion.

The Tesla yawed as the wave hit it, but the shields held, and no further 
damage was sustained. That was good, Max didn't know how much more the Tesla 
could take before she broke up.

Lights went out all over the ship, only the emergency lights were on in most 
places. Pam was watching Tactical, recharging the Phasers while Max was busy 
directing the Damage Control parties, when the other surviving Star Fleet 
people started coming in.

They took their stations. Pam unbelted herself and relinquished Tactical, 
looked around for somewhere to get out of the way, and moved to stand beside 
the Command chair, out of the way of the real Star Fleet personnel.

She tried to look as small and inconspicuous as possible, like she hadn't 
been working at the station, touching the Controls, arming the Phasers. 
Firing the Phasers... She put her face in her hands in horror. She felt like 
a little girl who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

No one gave her a second look. These were Scientists who dealt with hard 
facts.

"Captain, what are your orders?" Asked a Commander-scientist.

Max looked at him, then at all of the Star Fleet Officers that were now in 
Auxiliary Control, the new Bridge. None of them were Commissioned Fleet 
Officers that could relieve him, a mere Petty Officer, of Command. Most of 
them were Scientists, and had never been in command of anything military 
before. The Commander outranked him by a long shot, as did every 
Commissioned Non-Fleet Officer on deck.

But Max was in the chair, and he was Fleet, so in this instance, he 
outranked them all. "Oh, Life support so we don't die, Shields so we don't 
get boarded, weapons issued to all personnel in case we do, then Helm. In 
that order. Those are Slavers out there, and they probably have a portable 
dock to strip us with, close by. We should prepare to flee, or fight. Let's 
do both."

"Aye Captain!" The people got busy.

Pam looked over to the Damage Control Display. It took her a minute to 
recognize what she was seeing. "The Bridge is gone? Daddy?"

No way to sugar coat it. "Yes Honey, he's gone, along with a lot of other 
fine people. I'm sorry Baby."

"Shit!"

"Cousin Pam!"

She sighed. "We always knew that some day he might, he might get killed, but 
that's why he took Command of a Science vessel." She looked at the Bridge 
wreckage on the monitor. "Where it would be safe." She barely whispered, 
"That's why he had me move in with you!"

The next hour was a nightmare, the only thing that still worked flawlessly 
was Life Support. The ship had plenty of air and water, and luck. Every 
single Blast door had shut when the Red Alert had sounded, sealing off each 
major compartment of the ship from the others.

When he was secured by a Fleet Ensign from the Galley, the chief cook, the 
grief set in, and Max and Pam helped each other to their quarters.

Even though over half of the staterooms on board the Tesla were empty, the 
quarters were issued close to where the crewman was stationed to work, that 
way, if there was a Red Alert, they didn't have to scramble very far to get 
to their duty stations, as per Star Fleet Regulations. Her dad, the Captain, 
had been issued a cabin right next to the bridge. It was a good thing that 
she bunked with her Cousin, because it was gone, too.

Petty Officer Maxwell Jorgerson and his cousin had been issued a cabin right 
next to Auxiliary Control. He as Fleet crew, her as his dependant, since her 
dad had caught them, uh-him, together...

There were a few families on board, including kids Pam's age. She hung out 
with them, but with the grabby hands of the teenaged boys, she preferred the 
company of her older cousin, who never grabbed her inappropriately, in 
public.

Once inside the cabin with the door secure, Pam shucked off her boots, 
'uniform', and Thong, and helped Max remove his clothes. Then they hurried 
to the shower.

The older ship still had water showers, instead of the more advanced, and 
more expensive sonic showers. Max and Pam preferred the old style showers, 
there was nothing like running your soapy hands all over the body of the one 
you loved.

Usually they only spent a long time making love, three weekends a month, 
when he didn't have a duty weekend. During the week, they might grab an hour 
quicky every night, besides the quicky right after he was secured for the 
day, but neither one of them could afford to be to wore out the next day. 
He, for duty. She, for school. The sixth grade was hard enough without being 
wore down from too much sex.

As the shower revived them with it's hot, soothing water, both of them 
grabbed each other inappropriately. Max ran his hands up her sides to her 
budding breasts, lightly kneading them between his fingers before dropping 
one hand to cup her Mons while he kissed her neck, stroking her Peachfuzz 
around her lips, before running his fingertip through her slit.

She made a soft keening sound, a sound he knew from many nights of giving 
each other pleasure. She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck as he 
rinsed them off. For what they were going to do next, neither one of them 
wanted soap in such delicate and tasty areas.

She went up with him when he stood up straight, spreading, and wrapping her 
legs around his waist. As she slid back down his chest after a quick kiss, 
he guided himself to the entrance to her soul. She rotated her hips to guide 
the welcome intruder back inside, to where it belonged. Once in and moving 
together, she started her keening again, making a sharper sound as her 
cousin jerked his hips as he took each step toward the bed. With baby steps, 
she was at the edge of Forever by the time he turned and laid on his back on 
the bed.

Pam looked down on him with smokey eyes as she sat on his cock, taking him 
to the balls. Then, with a contented sigh, she started riding him, driving 
him as deeply into herself as she could with every thrust. Soon, they both 
knew that she would be cumming hard, making the keening sound he loved so 
much, as her tight, little, almost hairless Pussy milked his cock dry as he 
came, too.

When she was nine, her body starting to change, and they had first started 
making love, it had taken a couple of months before she could fit all of him 
inside of her Pussy without pain. Now, they could fuck in any position. 
Before, they'd had to be careful, or she would get bruised internally, then 
they'd have to abstain from Intercourse for a week while she healed.

Those were the longest weeks of their lives.

Now, though, until her periods started, they could fuck anywhere, anytime, 
and in any position that they wanted to. For them, life was sweet. Even 
though they were cousins, they were not only in lust, but in love, too.

After fifteen minutes of laying on his chest, she moved down and started 
sucking his cock. She wanted him inside of her again, and she would do 
anything to get him ready to fuck her.

He played with her, and found her to be wet and ready, so when he was hard 
again, he rolled her over on her stomach and started pounding it to her from 
behind, driving himself hard and deep into her with every thrust.

She cried out as his cock head stroked her G spot. Her toes curled and she 
passed out from the feeling of extacy.

As the waves of Bliss overwhelmed him and he gave her his seed, all he could 
hear was her breathless keening as she came, and came, and came.

After he was spent, they rolled over so that she was on top of him again, 
face to face, the covers at their feet. That was where sleep found them.

That was also where Ensign Jarvis found them.

After a minute of looking at what Love was really all about, Ensign Jarvis 
pulled the covers up to cover Pam's shoulders and gently shook Max's 
shoulder. "Captain! Captain Max! You're needed in Auxiliary Control!" There 
was no point to call it the Bridge and rip open the fresh wounds of the 
young couples loss.

Pam cracked one eye and looked at the Ensign in the subdued light. Then she 
looked down to the nipple by her mouth, and realized that her head was in 
the middle of her cousins chest, her naked Boobies were laying on his 
stomach, and her naked crotch was hard against his cock. With a quick 
movement, she reached over and pulled the covers up over her head and slid 
off of her lover, trying to hide the fact that she was just as naked as he 
was.

Max grumbled as he dressed, then looked back over his shoulder at Pam in the 
same bed as he was, naked, and not in the other bed in the cabin, where she 
should be. "Shit!" Max looked at Jarvis, a question in his eyes.

Jarvis looked to the door. "Um, when Miss Wolfe see's Becky, if she would 
speak to her on my behalf, it would be much appreciated."

Pam didn't even know if Becky was still alive, but she knew that Becky had a 
crush on Jarvis. Becky's parents had both been stationed on the Bridge, her 
mom was the Communications Officer, and her dad was stationed at the Helm. 
They were on duty when... And if Becky had been in their cabin...

Pam said from under the covers, "I will, if she's still alive."

Jarvis was always nice to Becky, even if she was only twelve-years-old, and 
he was over thirty, almost forty. Pam didn't know if Becky's parents knew 
about the two of them flirting, but all of the older kids on the ship did. 
Becky was always saying, "Jarvis said this!" Or, "Jarvis said that!" She 
really had a thing for him!

Jarvis cleared his throat. "She's fine, she was in the Holo Deck and sent to 
Sick-Bay when we went to Yellow Alert. Both of her parents were killed in 
the attack. Along with over half of the crew."

"Oh." Pam guessed that she wasn't the only one to lose a loved one 
yesterday. "Wait! Why weren't you on the Bridge, when, when 'it' happened?"

Jarvis looked down to the covers where Pam was hiding. "No, I was on a 
coffee run. The unit on the Bridge hasn't worked for almost a week, then 
afterwards, I was needed in Damage Control..."

"Oh..." Pam knew that he was probably feeling really guilty about being the 
only Bridge crewman to survive. "Don't worry, I'll talk to her. Um, about 
what you just saw..."

Jarvis gave a lopsided grin. "I would never say anything, Miss Wolfe, after 
all, Becky... Uh, if she likes me the way you like Max... Um... I hope that 
we might... Uh..."

After Jarvis and Max left, Pam took a quick shower, dressed in her 'uniform', 
then went to find her best friend.

Becky was in Sickbay. She, like most of the other kids, had been on the 
Holodeck watching the old 2-D movie during the first showing, and luckily 
not in her cabin, which was now scattered across several light seconds of 
space. The Holodeck was next to Sick Bay, two decks above Auxiliary Control, 
in the old gym, still almost in the center of the ship. They had been shaken 
around, but not badly.

Pam stood beside Becky as she took inventory for the Medics. Something that 
the head Medic had assigned her, just to give her something to do so she 
wouldn't dwell to much on her grief.

"Hey Beck."

"Hey Pam."

"Sorry about your folks."

"Yeah, sorry about your dad." Becky gave a heavy sigh. "At least you're not 
really an orphan, like I am. At least you have Max. Everyone is talking 
about how he destroyed three Pirate Slavers with only two Phaser shots."

Pam gave a sick grin. "Yeah, well..." Not mentioning that she had been the 
one to push the button, not Max. "Um, how did your folks feel about Ensign 
Eugene Jarvis?"

Tears cascaded down Becky's face as she slumped to the floor like a rag 
doll. She had been holding them back, and she slumped bonelessly to the deck 
in grief. Her page boy hair cut letting her black hair cover part of her 
face. "Oh my god! Eugene!"

Pam dropped to the floor with her friend. "Shhhh! Shhhh! He was asking about 
you, asking what he could do to help you!"

Becky looked up at her friend, hope in her eyes. "He's? He's not dead? But! 
But he was on duty on the Bridge!"

Oh Crap! "No one told you? He was on a coffee run when it happened! He's on 
duty in Auxiliary Control as The Second right now! With Max! He's alive! He's 
alive!"

"Oh god! He's alive! He's alive!" Becky hugged Pam hard.

The chief medic, Commander Janet Brown, who had been listening, got on the 
intercom. "Bridge, Sickbay here, one of the patients is in mental distress, 
and is asking for Ensign Jarvis. If he's not busy, could he come down for a 
few minutes?" Then she reached over with a Hypo-spray and gave both girls a 
shot.

Pam raised her eyebrows. She wasn't a Hysterical little girl that needed to 
be sedated, neither was Becky!

Janet leaned down and whispered, "Now, both of you are protected for three 
months." She smiled at the shocked look on the girls faces. "My husband is 
thirty years older than I am." Then she led Becky to an isolation room and 
opaqued the windows. When Jarvis came in, Janet ushered him into the room 
and closed the door.

Becky was in his arms in less then a heart beat. "You're alive! I thought 
you'd died when, when my parents died. I thought I was all alone!"

He held her tight. "No, I was on a coffee run, then all Hell broke loose, 
then there was so much to do in Damage Control! I haven't even had time to 
come find you!"

She held him tighter. "I thought everyone I loved was dead! I thought I was 
all alone now!"

He leaned down so he was eye to eye. "You are not alone! And as long as I am 
alive, you never will be! You know I hate it when your brown eyes are blue!"

She kissed him.

He kissed her back.

Then she was running her hands all over him.

He stopped her. "Um, your parents might not have wanted... You know... Me, 
as your boyfriend. I'm kinda, too old for you..."

Becky grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer, so she could kiss him 
all over his face. She told him between kisses, "We talked about having you 
over for supper on the next Holiday, then they were going to leave us alone, 
and see if we, er, liked each other."

"But!"

She shook him by his collar. "But nothing! You are a Star Fleet Officer, on 
a Star Ship! You have a future! By the time you retire, I'll be old enough 
to give you children! You are a heck of lot better choice than one of these 
little boys who aren't even out of school, yet. Besides! I love you!"

He looked lost. "Oh."

"Yes, oh." She agreed, then looked worried. "Unless, unless you don't want 
me, that way. I guess if you just want to be friends, I could live with 
that. As long as I could be close to you!" She caressed his face. "As long 
as I could take care of you. Like a daughter, if not a wife."

"No," he agreed. "I would love to have you as my girlfriend, and later, my 
wife, but I won't force you. I like you too much!"

She agreed, "Exactly! And that is why my parents thought that we should get 
together, they knew that you weren't a man-Whore who would just use me for 
sex, like the teenaged boys on this ship would love to do!"

Jarvis nodded, "Yeah, those boys go through girls faster than beans through 
a pig."

Becky giggled. "So, does this mean that I can move into your new cabin with 
you?"

His hopes soared, then plummeted, "Uh, yeah. As soon as we do the paperwork. 
Otherwise..."

Otherwise, the dirty minded old people on board would cause trouble.

They spent the next ten minutes kissing and running their hands all over 
each others bodies until there was a knock on the door, they broke apart and 
straightened their clothes with guilty looks on their faces.

As they left the isolation room hand in hand, Janet called them over to one 
of the main computer screens. Eugene Jarvis, Miss Rebecca Jones, please 
verify that the information on this screen is correct.

"Huh?" They both said.

The Medic continued, "Becky, your parents left a will right after your mom 
sent Eugene down for coffee during the Yellow Alert, and Ensign Eugene 
Jarvis here was named the person to take care of you in case, in case 
anything happened to the both of them. Usually, you would go live with any 
blood relatives, but, it doesn't look like you have any. They named Eugene 
as your protector. Your guardian."

Becky and Eugene both read what was on the screen, then gave verbal 
conformation. Then the timing hit both of them. They both knew that her 
parents had approved, and had sent him down to be by where Becky was, to 
protect her from the Pirates if he could, if anything bad happened to them. 
They trusted him with the most precious thing they had. Their daughter.

Janet smiled. "Your rooms were both destroyed during the attack, so you will 
be assigned a new two person room. Eugene, Becky here will live with you as 
your dependant."

The two looked at each other.

"Now then, Ensign Jarvis, you should return to your Duty Station, I will 
help Becky get new clothes for both of you and moved into your new cabin, if 
that is okay with you."

Realizing that they were in public, he was all business. "Yes Mam, thank you 
Mam." He left with just a fleeting smile at his love.

Becky almost hyperventilated. Eugene loved her, too!

Pam took Becky's hands and they danced around in circles.

Back on the new Bridge, the non Fleet Officers were learning how to work the 
controls.

Most of the Fleet Personnel had been in the areas that were hardest hit. So 
even though he was out ranked by the non-Fleet Officers, and even most of 
the Fleet Personnel that were on the new Bridge, he was once again in the 
Captains chair. And why did they all keep calling him Captain?

Ensign Jarvis moved to stand beside him in Pam's place. The place that 
Number One would normally be standing, next to his higher ranking Captain.

Ensigns far outranked Petty Officers. They should each be in the others 
places.

"Um, Ensign, why am I still in the chair? Several of the Fleet Personal here 
outrank me, including you, and, you were Bridge crew. You have more 
experience. You should be the new acting Captain. Not me."

"Well Captain," Jarvis leaned close. "After that great maneuver you pulled 
off, taking out those three Pirate ships with nothing but two Phasers and 
your wits, we decided that you are the best man for the chair."

The next words referred to the Fleet Battles game, which was very popular 
with the Nerds in most of the schools, everywhere.

Jarvis smiled, "Everyone here thinks that you are a Legendary Officer."

"Oh." Max drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair. Him? A Legendary 
Officer? Well then, he'd better start acting like one, all of the time. 
"Com, any word yet to Star Fleet?"

"No Captain, the communication array has been destroyed, and we are still 
being jammed on what communications we have left."

Crap. "Navigation, which way to the nearest Star Base for repairs?"

"Twelve light years Captain, back the way we came from."

Double Crap! "Helm, what is our best speed?"

"Full Impulse, Captain. But we are still parked here while making repairs to 
all systems."

Triple Crap! Twelve years to the nearest Star Base, even though it wouldn't 
seem that long to the Tesla at Relative speeds. Max hit the armrest of his 
chair. "Helm, rig for silent running, then go one tenth Impulse back the way 
we came. Straight down the middle of the blast zone, it should be clear of 
debris. If you see anything on Sensors, even a glitch, come to a dead stop, 
ASAP."

"Aye Captain."

The Tesla began moving slowly back the way it came, moving through sparkling 
ice crystals and dust that used to be the Pirate ships.

Max hit the ship wide intercom button. "Crew and passengers on board the 
Star Ship Tesla, we have a long journey ahead of us, and we must conserve 
our resources. So, I want all non critical Personnel to take inventory of 
everything aboard ship. Starting with whatever was left on board in storage 
from when she was a Mine Tender. That is all."

The good news was that they had enough of everything to make it home. Plenty 
of power if they used the anti-matter from the old mine warhead exciters, 
which meant plenty of food and water from the replicators.

The bad news was that there were only thirteen complete mines still on 
board, but the good news was that there were spare parts to make fifty more. 
All of the forward and wing Phasers had been damaged or destroyed, and all 
but two of the rear firing Phasers had been damaged or destroyed. The whole 
ship only had two working Phasers, both facing the rear.

Max drummed his fingers on the armrest as he thought. The Bridge crew was 
worried until the drumming stopped.

"Engineering, how many Transporters do we have big enough to transport 
mines?"

A pause, then, "Eight, Captain. They've been moth balled, but can be 
operational in a matter of hours."

"Good, power up every transporter on board this ship, and start putting 
together as many mines as you can, as fast as you can."

"Aye Captain.

Then it was just waiting as the ship sailed slowly back to where the Pirate 
support ships were probably waiting.

Max leaned forward. "Helm, how long until we reach the end of the detonated 
cloud?"

Helm answered, "Twelve hours, Captain."

Max looked at the time, "Okay, here's the plan. I will be relieved until we 
get close to the edge of the blast zone, or something shows up on sensors. I 
will eat, and get as much sleep as I can. I want to be at my best in case 
those three ships weren't alone." He looked around the Bridge. Everyone knew 
that those three ships had not been alone. Everyone knew that they didn't 
stand a chance of ever making it home, let alone living past the next day, 
without him in The Chair. Everyone knew that he was their best hope for 
survival. Max cleared his throat. "Any suggestions?"

Everyone looked at him, but no one had anything to say.

Jarvis snapped to attention next to the chair, "Do you stand ready to be 
relieved, sir?"

Max answered, "I do, sir."

"Then you are relieved, sir."

Max traded places with the new acting Captain, then left the Bridge.

Pam caught up with him in Engineering. "Max! Er, Captain! You're not on 
duty!"

"No," he agreed. "After I check on something, I'm going to grab something to 
eat, then grab some rest before we exit the cloud. I'm sure that there was 
some kind of scrapping ship left behind by the Pirate ships, and we have to 
go right past it to go home. I don't know what will happen, but I want to be 
at my best."

"Oh."

Pam watched and listened as the acting Chief engineer explained how the 
newly activated transporters locked onto a mine in the hold, instead of on 
the pad, using the internal sensors, then transported it out into space, or 
if needed, onto the hull of an enemy ship. All of the transporters could be 
used simultaneously to deploy eight mines at a time. He even showed them how 
to use the internal sensors to locate the mines, or other targets on, or off 
board the Tesla, and place them precisely.

"Hey Chief?" Max asked. Is there some way to throw the mines, or transport 
them with some velocity behind them?"

The Chief thought for a minute, then answered, "Well, we could transport 
them while going at Impulse, then stop the ship and let the mines go on in 
front of us."

"Sweet! Could you please send the information to Tactical?"

The Chief grinned. "Aye-Aye Captain."


As Pam walked with Max to the chow hall, she told him, "Wow! That mine 
placement was so easy, even I could do it!"

He ruffled her hair, "That's only because you are a genius!'

At supper, they looked each other in the eyes, they came to a silent 
agreement and finished their meal as fast as they could, then they 
practically ran to their cabin.

They ripped their clothes off and molested each other as they got into the 
shower, there, they started by her wrapping her arms and legs around him, 
and him bouncing her up and down on his cock until she came. Then she faced 
the shower head and leaned over, and he rammed it to her doggy style until 
she came. Then they got out of the shower, and she sat on the edge of the 
sink as he pushed into her until she came. Then she sat on him as he sat on 
the toilet, and rode him to completion.

Two hours after they started, they were both sound asleep, her laying on his 
chest, his still hard cock buried inside of her immature little Pussy.

An hour before they were to leave the cloud, he was dressed and ready to 
take Command again. Why was Max not surprised when Jarvis moved to Fire 
Control and left him the Command Chair as he entered the new Bridge.

Pam donned her own faux uniform and joined him on the new Bridge. No one 
said a thing about her being there. Non-Star Fleet Personnel weren't 
supposed to be on the Bridge during an Emergency, but she had been the only 
person to watch him in real time, and had actually helped at Tactical as he 
destroyed the three Pirate ships, so now she was allowed to stay, as the 
Captains little good luck piece, his number one-and-a-half.

As the Star Ship Tesla approached the edge of the cloud, wreckage from 
another Pirate ship was strewn across the star field. A Slaver, bigger than 
the three attack ships that had been destroyed. "Damn!" Someone whispered. 
"He took out four Pirate ships with only two Phaser Three's! The forth ship 
at a range of over a light hour away!" Max felt eyes looking at him with new 
respect.

Some of the pieces were the size of Shuttles, and the stealth material made 
it hard to scan them. Even more so with the damaged Sensors. As he studied 
the terrain, a faint distress call could be heard from beyond the wreckage.

There was a Space Dock beyond the cloud, it looked to be intact, but with 
several non-Fleet pods attached to it. There was also a small private ship, 
a yacht, drifting nearby. The computer log listed it as having disappeared 
almost forty years before from Federation Space. It also had non Federation 
Pods attached to the hull.

As the Tesla approached, Max formulated his plan. First, he scanned the 
yacht, then the Space Dock. There was a lot of recent repair work, only 
hours old done to the yacht and Space Dock, but a blatant lack of Pirates. 
The interior of the Space Dock was abandoned, and the Yacht contained only 
Orion females, Slaves. That meant...

Max checked the Phaser Three's pointed aft, and had Fire Control rig them to 
be Gatling Phasers, less powerful, but better suited for Pirates in suits, 
and aboard little space runners. Then he had the non Fleet Personnel go to 
the Shuttle Bay with Phaser rifles. Engineering turned off the lights in the 
Bay and opened the Bay doors only a foot. The force field kept the 
atmosphere inside, while letting the Star Fleet personnel fire out of the 
ship without having to don suits.

Max thought that if he were the Pirates, he would have them board the Tesla 
from the wreckage behind, while the ships shields were down while effecting 
a rescue of the Yacht in the front.

He had to think like a Pirate, what else would they have done?

When Max dropped only the forward shield, in less than a second, he 
transported gas canisters, then crewmen in suits onto the key positions on 
board the Space Dock and Yacht. He also transported four mines onto the 
outer hull of the yacht, and a mine each, to the Warp Nacelles of the Space 
Dock. Then he raised the shields again. Within several seconds, there was a 
flash of a strong electrical discharge around the space dock. In seconds the 
shields on the Space Dock came up.

The reports came in within minutes. The Dock was secure, and the Yacht was 
secure, but full of horny Orion Sex Slaves and Pirate treasure.

As Max used the tractor beam to bring the Yacht toward the Tesla, but going 
against protocol and keeping all of the Tesla's Shields up, the Pirates 
attacked.

The Pirates that had been hiding in the rigging of the Space Dock were all 
dead, their suits electrical systems fried. The rest of the Pirates came out 
of the wreckage behind the Tesla like angry bees from a nest. They were 
brought up short by the shields.

Max stopped the Yacht, then had Engineering use the mine Tractor beams to 
grab a dozen Pirates at a time from not behind the Tesla, but from around 
the sides of the ship, and squish them against the shields. It wasn't nice, 
but it was effective.

The Pirates swarmed directly Aft of the ship, away from the active Tractor 
beams, firing everything from Phasers, which passed through the shields to 
hit the ship, to Disrupters and projectile guns, which the shields stopped. 
But, before they got close enough to the ship to do any serious damage to 
the shield emitters or other vital equipment, the men in the Docking Bay 
opened fire, the Phasers passing through the shields to vaporize parts of 
the Pirates.

The battle was over in minutes, only three dead in the Shuttle Bay from 
Pirate fire. Over two hundred Pirates dead. The Pirates that weren't killed 
in the fight, took their own lives to keep from being captured.

Pam wandered down to the main Transporter pad to watch the Orion Slaves 
being brought over to be checked out in Sick Bay, five at a time. As she 
watched, she asked the crewmen manning the Transporter, "How do you keep 
from transporting our men on the yacht back with the Slaves?"

"Simple, Miss Wolfe." The transporter tech showed her and told her. Everyone 
on board the Tesla knew who Miss Wolfe was. "We use this Bio filter in the 
Scanner to isolate the Slaves Bio signatures, it also allows us to keep tabs 
on where the Slaves are on board the Tesla, using the internal ships 
sensors. If all else fails, we use Murphy's Emergency Protocol and transport 
all of the non-Humans off of the ship."

"Oh!" She watched as the Slaves were brought over in four groups of five. 
Some of them seemed to be mighty uppity for Slaves, but they must have heard 
that the Pirates were all dead.

The Slaves lined up outside Sick Bay in what Pam figured was in order of 
superiority. The first Slave, an older over endowed woman, seemed to be in 
charge of the other Slaves, and she kept asking for an audience with the 
Captain. The Medics kept telling her that he was busy, and as soon as he was 
able to, he would meet with her.

The Slaves were almost all voluptuous women, all curves, only covered by the 
skimpiest of outfits. Some of the outfits looked like Bikini's, others like 
they were rags that barely covered the good parts. The women didn't all look 
like they were pure Orion, either. Some of them looked like they were of a 
mixed race, but they were all various shades of green.

Pam was kind of bored until she saw that one of the Slaves that was a girl 
about her own age. She was little, and had been behind everyone else. She 
even looked a little like Pam. Same body shape, size, and height, but with 
darker hair and eyes.

She was wearing a ripped half shirt, and short shorts ripped up the sides, 
so you could tell that she wore no panties. She was a really light shade of 
green, with brown hair and brown eyes, to Pam's blond hair and blue eyes.

"Huh!" The Tech said, "She came over last because the Sensors had a hard 
time differentiating her from our men. She must be more than half human."

Pam walked over to her. "Hi, I'm Pam."

The Slave looked up at her from under her brown bangs. "I'm Myrna."

Myrna waited until all of the other Slaves got in line, then she got into 
last place.

Pam observed, "You're always last, aren't you?"

Myrna looked at Pam sideways and nodded, "Yeah, and I have to do all of the 
stuff that they don't want to do, too."

Pam understood that. "Is one of those women, your mom?"

"Nah," Myrna pulled on her collar, adjusting it so that it was straight as 
two crewmen walked by. "I was brought aboard the Slaving ship when I was 
six-years-old, five years ago. I have no blood ties with any of them."

Pam said, "You know that you don't have to wear the collar now, don't you?"

Myrna looked at her sideways again. "But, it defines who I am!"

Pam was curious. "Who was your Master? Or did you belong to more than one 
man?"

"My Master? Belong?" Her brow furrowed. "Oh! No, I didn't have anyone. I'm 
not old enough to Bond yet. I had no one to take care of."

Pam thought that she had put it strangely, but Myrna was kind of nice. "Oh, 
well, after they check you out, do you want to hang out with me?"

Myrna smiled. "Sure, will there be boys?"

That caught Pam off guard. "Boys?"

"Yeah!" Myrna giggled, "Boys! Boys that like to play with girls! I'm a Sex 
Slave, remember?"

"Oh!"

Pam wondered if Myrna was a girl that liked to play with a bunch of 
different boys at the same time, and just needed an excuse to do naughty 
stuff. The kind of girl that sexually repressed grown-ups called a Slut. Pam 
knew that most teenage boys didn't last long 'doing it', nor did they really 
care about the girls needs. If she didn't have Max, and had to settle for a 
mere boy, she thought that she might get several of them to make her happy 
at the same time, too. After all, a girl had her needs, just like a boy did.

Max and Jarvis were the only two men that she knew of that would take care 
of the girls needs before their own. As far as Pam knew, there weren't any 
other men on the ship that wanted a young girl like Myrna for a girlfriend. 
They were all hung up on wanting a girl with big Boobs.

But then, there was the teenaged boys, the grabby boys, and Pam doubted that 
any of the Slave women would want anything to do with them.

After thinking about it for a minute, Pam told her, "Yeah, there are boys on 
board that would like you for sex. Would you like to meet them?"

"Oh, yes please!"

"Well then, when you're done with the medical, I'll take you and introduce 
you to them."

Myrna smiled, "That would be sick! Thank you!"

After the first Slave came in to be checked out, Janet kicked all of the men 
out of Sick Bay. It was like the men had never seen a naked woman before.

The Slaves were all healthy, surprisingly so. And they all asked about the 
men, did any of the men want the Slaves to dance for them?

Janet and the other female Medics just shook their heads.

Myrna got a clean bill of health, and Pam overheard Janet say to one of the 
other Medics. "All of them are healthy, even with their weird sweat glands, 
but that last little Sex Slave Girl surprised me!" Janet and the Medic went 
around a corner, so Pam missed the last part.

Pam took Myrna to her quarters to get new clothes, because the women on 
board ship wrinkled their noses at her rags, and the men did double takes as 
they tried to see her fun parts. The stares didn't seem to bother Myrna, 
though, she just grinned really big and made the parts she had, jiggle.

Max was just coming out of the shower, wearing nothing but his robe as the 
girls walked in.

Her core temperature went up, and she suddenly felt hot, sweat beaded out on 
her entire body. Myrna's eyes lit up. She had finally reached the age of 
mating, and her body knew what to do. "Well, Hello there!"

Her little girl scent hit him. "Uh..." Max covered himself from the sudden 
unexpected erection.

"Cousin Max, this is Myrna, Myrna, this is my Cousin Max, the Captain of the 
Tesla. And he has a girlfriend."

Max looked at Pam. "Yes, I have a girlfriend, I consider her my wife. I love 
her more than anything in the Multiverse!"

Pam felt her tummy flutter.

Myrna got closer to Max, opened his robe, and hugged him. Her shirt came up, 
her nipples dug into his stomach on each side of his cock, and their skins 
felt hot against each other. "Max? May I dance for you?"

He staggered back and yanked his robe closed. "Miss Myrna, your perfume, it's, 
um, it's making me dizzy. Please excuse me!" He stepped into the bathroom 
and closed the door.

Pam was worried about Max. He never got hard-ons in front of other people, 
and he never lost control like that, either.

Myrna was happy. She was becoming a woman, and soon, she would be servicing 
several boys, if not men. She turned to Pam. "He seems nice, is his 
girlfriend around?"

Pam didn't even bat an eye as she lied, "No, she has duty until after 
midnight. Why?"

Myrna shrugged. That gave her plenty of time to come back and lock him to 
her, almost seven hours. She had already rubbed her sweat into him, prepping 
him for Bonding, and marking him as hers, so no one else would Bond with 
him. He would be her First.

"No reason, I was just wondering. Now, you said something about clothes?"

Pam helped Myrna get seven new outfits out of the replicator. Each one of 
them would have been as revealing as the fuck-me clothes she wore now, 
except Pam taught her about hiding just enough to look sexy, like she did, 
without looking like a Slut, and making the older women jealous.

Myrna told her "But, I like to look like a Slut! I was born to be a Slut!"

Pam replied, "There is a time and a place to look like a Slut, and that is 
when you have your man alone. Your fun parts should be his alone to look 
at."

Myrna fingered her collar, then confided to Pam, "How Slutty do I have to 
look, to lose my Virginity?"

Pam didn't see that one coming. That must have been what surprised the 
medic. "Oh gods! You're still a Virgin? How?"

Myrna acted like it was no big deal. "I told you, I haven't Bonded with a 
male, yet."

Pam said, "Um, let's go back to Sick Bay for a minute."

In Sick Bay, Pam explained to Janet that Myrna was talking about trying to 
lose her Virginity to the boys on the ship. Janet had already given BC shots 
to all of the other Slave girls, and even though Myrna was so young, Janet 
gave her a shot without hesitation.

Then, wearing one of her new outfits over her old clothes, a light green top 
over a darker green midi-skirt, Myrna had Pam take her to meet the Terrible 
Trio, as the girls on board ship called the three grabby boys. Pam warned 
her about their hands, but Myrna just seemed to get more excited about 
meeting them. Myrna whispered to her in confidence, "I want to be touched!"

Pam found the Trio waiting in line to use the Holo Deck and introduced them, 
"Hey, guys? This is Myrna, she's eleven-years-old. She used to be a Sex 
Slave. Myrna, this is Doug and Scott, they're both thirteen-years-old, and 
Dave here is twelve-years-old."

Dave said, "Almost thirteen!"

"Oh goody!" Gushed Myrna, I just love older guys!"

The guys just gave each other goofy looks.

Myrna got right in the middle of the three. "Hey, have you guys ever seen a 
real life Slave dance? By a real live Sex Slave?"

Several of the crewmen walking by craned their necks to see the pretty 
little freed Sex Slave.

The three boys shook their heads 'no'.

"Well then, come on! I've been practicing! Where can we go?"

Doug found his voice, "Um, both of my parents are at work, so, we could go 
to my place?"

Myrna steered them away from that option and pointed at the Holo Deck, "It's 
almost your turn, why can't we 'do it' in there? We could just hang out and 
talk until it's our turn to, you know!"

Pam noticed how smoothly Myrna had made herself one of the trio, and steered 
away from being alone with three horny teenagers. "Um, Myrna, I'm gonna go 
do something real quick, okay?"

The three boys ignored her, but Myrna squeezed her hand good bye.

Pam went back to her cabin and locked the door. "Max?"

Max opened the bathroom door and peeked out, then came out naked. "I am so 
sorry Baby, I don't know what happened! I mean! I feel so, so, cheap!"

Pam giggled as she stripped naked, too. "It's fine, I know you didn't like 
doing that in front of her." Pam walked over and led him to the bed. "Your 
cock still seems kinda hard, are you okay?"

"Well, no!" He blushed. "It's been like this ever since, uh."

"Ever since you met Myrna?" She asked, pushing him back onto the bed. She 
noticed that he kind of smelled like Myrna.

"Yeah!" He agreed, then gasped as she sat on him and slowly took his entire 
length into herself. "But I would never!"

"Mmmmmmmm!" She sighed as she started to ride him. "Well, you won't have to 
now."

She was driving him crazy. "What do you mean? I wasn't going to fuck her!"

Pam started riding him faster. "Actually, I was gonna ask you if you wanted 
to take her Virginity, but the Terrible Trio beat you to it!"

He was sweating as he grunted while thrusting up into her, "But I don't love 
her, I love you!"

"I know you do Baby, now look at me! Look at me when you cum! I want to see 
your soul when you cum!"

They locked eyes as he came more violently than ever before, which set her 
off, too.

Pam just sat on Max as the aftershocks wore down. "Damn, Baby! That was... 
Awesome!"

He pulled her down and held her tight as he kissed her with a passion she 
didn't know he had. "I love you Pam! I love you so much! If we weren't 
kin..."

I love you too, Baby!" She whispered back. Pam didn't get up until she 
realized that she was leaking all over her man, then they went giggling to 
the shower.

When she came out clean him up, too, he was already asleep, but she was 
still full of energy. Pam looked at the clock, only eighteen hundred? She 
dressed in only a half shirt and short shorts. She didn't know why she 
wanted to dress like a Slut, now, but she did.

When she got to the Holodeck, Myrna and her three boy toys were just going 
inside for their turn. Myrna smiled at her, but the boys were oblivious to 
her, even with her Slutty fuck-me clothes.

Inside, Myrna called up a nightclub scene, without any of the simulated men 
and women patrons that would normally be included. She had the three boys 
sit in the front row, then turned her back, stripped out of her new clothes, 
down to her old ripped half shirt and short shorts ripped up the sides, and 
grinned at them over her shoulder. As she climbed up onto the stage, the 
music started.

Pam got into the beat as Myrna started dancing.

Pam had no idea what the pole was for until Myrna started using it in her 
dance, holding onto it while doing contortions, twirling around it, like it 
was a piece of playground equipment, and doing rude things to it. The boys 
went wild.

Feeling frisky herself, Pam started dancing next to Myrna, but not doing the 
really rude things, and certainly not showing as much as Myrna was, but Pam 
was dancing sexier than she had ever danced before. She wondered how soon 
she could dance sexy for Max, she just knew that he'd love it.

Pam didn't know how far Myrna was going til she went down to stand behind 
the guys, just to see what they were seeing.

Myrna was doing a hand stand, her shirt falling up to cover the lower part 
of her face, but showing her pert little ping-pong sized Boobies to the 
boys. Then Myrna, while still on her hands, did the splits. Her short shorts 
proved that they were way to short, as Pam could clearly see everything that 
Myrna had.

Pam, and the boys, could see her full, tight lips, her little pink key hole, 
her brown Peachfuzz, and her little brown star. Myrna was showing them 
everything!

The song ended just as a buzzer went off, letting the users on the Holodeck 
know that they only had a minute of their allotted time left.

Myrna, sweating slightly, came down off of the stage and hugged each of the 
boys, and told them how much she loved dancing for them, much to their 
delight.

The boys were telling her how hot she was, how talented she was, and how 
much they liked her, and would she like to go back to Doug's quarters to 
fool around?

Myrna told them not right now, but she might be by later to tell them a 
bedtime story.

That made them happy. The boys helped her on with her clothes, even though 
Pam knew that the boys would rather Myrna take off the shirt, and shorts, 
too. Myrna didn't seem to mind that the boys hands were more often under her 
clothes, then above them.

Just as Myrna was in the middle of the three, talking to them in soothing 
tones, lightly touching their arms and bodies as she controlled them, a 
crewman came in.

"Okay you kids. Out!" Then he saw Pam. "Oh, sorry Miss Wolfe, but it's my 
turn now."

"Yes sir." Pam told the crewman. Then to her four friends, "Come on guys." 
She led the four out of the Holodeck.

In the corridor, Myrna told the three boys, "You boys go on to Doug's place, 
and I will be over later. I need a boyfriend, but I don't know which one of 
you I should choose, yet."

The three boys walked off, arguing on which one of them she should choose.

Pam watched them walk away. "Oh, you didn't 'do it' with any of them."

"Nah," Agreed Myrna. "I want my first lover to be special, someone that won't 
just get it over with as fast as possible, and fall asleep on top of me. 
Someone that will take their time, and do me right."

"Oh." Pam turned it over in her head. For some strange reason, she really 
liked Myrna, wanted to be more like her, wanted Myrna to like her, too, and 
wanted to help her get laid. Pam knew that Max loved her, and that he would 
do anything for her. She also knew the effect that Myrna had on Max, but Max 
had already proved that he belonged to her, and would never belong to anyone 
else. She turned to her new best friend, "Um. How about Max? I hear he's 
pretty good at sex."

Myrna's eyes shone. "A Star Fleet Captain for my First! That would be 
Awesome!" She looked at Pam with concern. "But what about his girlfriend? 
Will you tell her?"

Pam smiled and crossed her heart. "Not me!"

Myrna skipped down the corridor, then stopped and waited for Pam. "Come on 
Pam! Let's 'do it' now! Please?"

Pam grabbed her new best friends hand and ran with her to her cabin. Inside, 
Max was snoring away.

Pam gently shook him. "Max? Max! Wake up!"

He rolled over, a tent under the sheet, and smiled at her. "Hi Baby, I was 
just thinking..." He didn't finish the sentence as he focused on Myrna.

"Max..." Pam continued. "Remember what I said about Myrna here? How she was 
still a Virgin?"

"But, the Terrible Trio!" He objected.

"They didn't get the chance, and, well, Myrna here thinks that you should be 
her first."

Max looked from the one he loved more than anything, to the one who got him 
hard without even touching him. "Pam? Are you sure?"

"Yes Max, I'm sure." She could see the acceptance in his eyes. "And I want 
you to do it all with her. Everything! Make her first time, unforgettable!"

"Oh, okay." She could see him thinking. "But first, I need to give you 
something. Something your dad gave me to give to you before he died. It can't 
wait."

Pam turned to Myrna. "Would you please go into the bathroom and grab a quick 
shower, and wash everywhere really well?"

Myrna wasn't quiet sure what was going on between these two, but she was 
about to get her First. Her first man to sleep with her, and her First, the 
man who would be her lead Thrall. The first Slave to her body.

Her Phermones were being scattered through the room, breaking down the will 
of the Human man, and apparently, the Human female, too.

Myrna went into the bathroom. It didn't matter if she showered, her 
Phermones would kick in just as soon as she got close to the male again, but 
she did want to taste nice for him.

Max, naked, got out of bed and opened his personal safe. Then he turned with 
a little jewelry box in his hand. He got down on one knee.

Pam's eyes got big. She knew what he was about to do. "Wait!" Max looked 
crest fallen until she quickly stripped naked, too. She told him, "Max. I 
come before you without a single possession. Just as myself, naked, 
helpless, all alone in this Multiverse."

Max opened the box and presented it to Pam. "Pam. I come before you without 
a single possession. Just as myself, naked, helpless, all alone in this 
Multiverse." He pulled her moms Promise/Wedding ring out of the box and 
placed it by her ring finger. "But, I want that to change. I will find 
someone to marry us, if you would consent to be my partner in life."

"Oh Max!" Pam slipped her finger into the Promise ring. "You just made me 
the happiest woman in the Multiverse!" With that she pushed him back on the 
bed and took his length into herself.

She had just had a little cum when they heard the shower door open.

When Myrna came out of the bathroom naked, Pam was sitting in a chair, 
wearing a robe. Max was sitting on the bed with the sheet over his lap. She 
knew something important had just happened, but Max was waiting for her with 
a hard-on, his girlfriend was still gone, and he was ready to be Bonded to 
her, so, it was all good.

She didn't wonder why Pam was still here. Maybe she was curious about how a 
man and woman mated. Many was the time when she and several other Slaves had 
watched a Slave take her Master. She wondered if Human males were as rough 
as Klingons were. Maybe that was why no Slave was supposed to take a Master 
until she was over twenty-years-old. None of the Slave women would tell her, 
they said she wasn't old enough yet to know. Well, her Phermones were 
proving them wrong, and her body knew what to do!

"Here." Max told her, getting off of the bed to knell beside where she would 
sit.

She sat.

Max took her hands in his. "Have you ever done anything with anyone before?" 
He looked her body over with lust.

"No. Just classes on how to please a man." Myrna told him.

"Do you know how to kiss?"

"Like this?" She responded, leaning toward him while he leaned to her. They 
kissed, and as they kissed, Myrna got hotter for the Captain. It was like 
her mouth was wired directly to her Pussy. "Call me your little Sex Slave, 
and I will call you my, Master!"

When she pulled his face harder into hers, he pulled away. He ignored what 
she had said. She wasn't a Slave anymore. She was free!

"Now then, Myrna, just lay back and let me pleasure you. Let me show you 
what it is like to be an equal, not a Slave."

His body hovered over her, and she was waiting for the sting that meant that 
he was entering her, but, it never came. Instead, he kissed her again, but 
then his kisses wandered all over her face, to her ears, to her shoulders, 
to her breasts. He wasn't biting her, like Klingon men did.

Every kiss sent a spark to her Pussy, making her want him even more.

As his hot mouth engulfed her entire right breast, she gasped. No one had 
told her that sex would be so much fun. Electric sparks went off all over 
her body as his mouth moved to her other breast. Why had none of the other 
Sex Slaves seemed to enjoy sex as much as she was? They had acted bored!

He kissed his way down to her belly button and she spread her legs wider, 
then he licked the skin of her flat little belly to caress the top of her 
slit, right above her clit.

Myrna cried out! She was feeling things that she had never even dreamed of! 
She tried to drag his head up to suck her nectar, but he went down to her 
toes, licking them, sucking them, making her cum just from the sensations as 
electric sparks ran rampant throughout her body. None of the males had done 
anything like this to the other Slaves! Humans must be the greatest lovers 
in the Universe, and she was proud to be more than half Human!

She lay gasping as he kissed his way up between her knees, spreading her 
legs even wider, then she cried out as his hot mouth found the entrance to 
her soul.

As he sucked her entire Pussy into his mouth, lips and all, she quit 
breathing as his tongue snaked it's way up to brush at her Hyman. Pushing at 
the wall of her Virginity again and again, before moving up to thrum against 
her clit. Her whole body spasmed as she came, and she spasmed harder as he 
sucked on her clit while stroking her clit with his tongue.

She could only lay there and vibrate while he nuzzled the top of her mound, 
kissing his way up her belly, her ribs, her tits, her shoulders, til his 
face was above hers, her face at his neck. She thought that now, now that 
she was helpless, he would shove his manhood into her girlhood. Now he would 
take her like the little Sex Slave that she was!

She was wrong.

He rolled over, bringing her with him, so that she was straddling him, his 
hard cock at the entrance of Heaven. "It's up to you now, Myrna, you must 
control how hard and quick we make love. Otherwise, I might hurt you."

"Fuck me! Fuck me now, Master!" She whined, needing his cock more than 
anything else in the whole world.

"Okay, if you insist!" Then he put his lips to her ear and whispered, 
"Slave!"

Her body was still vibrating as he grabbed her hips and screwed himself into 
her. She braced herself against his shoulders and pushed down just as hard 
as she could. She wanted him inside of her! She wanted him more than anyone 
else, ever. She wanted him to own her, body and soul!

Wait! What?

With a tearing pop, she slid onto his cock, their Pubes smacking together, 
her insides opening up, stretching to take in the welcome Alien invader.

She looked into his eyes in surprise. It hadn't hurt, as much as fill her up 
in a way that her body had known that she needed. She thought that it was 
the best feeling, ever, until he started sliding her up and down on his 
cock, stroking himself deep inside of her, making her lose consciousness 
again and again, her waking up to the best feeling, ever, just for him to 
fuck her unconscious again.

He was gone from under her, then she was on her hands and knees, Max once 
again grabbing her by the hips and fucking his cock into her, but from 
behind, and a lot faster than before, like a rapid fire Phaser. She didn't 
know it, but she was making the cutest little sound as she was getting 
fucked, "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!"

Max pounded her poor little Pussy! His balls slapping against her clit. She 
would have collapsed, but he was holding her up by her hips, her face and 
shoulders were on the bed, and her feet were up in the air as she tried to 
spread her legs wider to get as much of him inside of her as she could as he 
pounded into her.

She was like a rag doll in the jaws of a Bandersnatch. Even if she wanted 
Max to stop, which she didn't, she was helpless in the mans clutches. She 
was going to get fucked until he was done, and there wasn't a single thing 
she could do to stop it. He really was her Master!

Wait! What?

Something was wrong! She had to stop this until she figured out what had 
gone wrong, before it was too late!

Then everything stopped, and she felt it, deep inside of her. A pulsing. His 
cock was pulsing inside of her! He was cumming inside of her! She was no 
longer a Virgin! She was bonding a male to her! A Star Fleet Captain! She 
had done what the Queen had not been able to do! She was victorious!

Myrna fell asleep in his arms, giggling.

Max looked over at Pam while Myrna snored. "Funny, I'm wide awake!" He 
looked down at the little girl asleep in his arms. "We shouldn't let her 
wake up alone, that would be rude." He looked up at Pam. "What should we do 
now?"

"Here, join me in the other bed, and if she starts to wake up, you get back 
into bed with her."

Max eased himself out from under Myrna and slid into bed with Pam. "I love 
you Honey."

"I love you too, Max! Now why don't you eat me till I'm wet enough to fuck?"

While Max pleasured Pam, she told him everything that had happened with 
Myrna.

At twenty one hundred, Myrna stretched and yawned. There was a warm man in 
bed with her, holding her, kissing her, and all was right with the world.

"Hey!" Max said, lightly stroking Myrna's arm. "It's getting late, weren't 
you gonna go visit the three boys you met today? You know, to tell them 
bedtime stories?"

Oh, yeah! More Thralls for her stable of men. "Yes Master. Thank you for 
reminding me." Her Slave was already thinking of her first, and he wasn't 
jealous that she was about to take on three more 'Masters'. Good!

She got up and stretched, looking over at the other bed. Pam was watching 
her. Myrna smiled at her and got up.

As Myrna climbed over him to get out of bed, a totally calculated move, 
since she only did it to run her naked body over Max's naked body, the 
Phermones hit Max hard. He was tempted to grab her and fuck her brains out 
again, but he resisted.

Myrna put on her green top and skirt, and nothing else. Her old clothes she 
put in her oversized handbag, along with her other new clothes. This was the 
way of the Orion Slaves, carry everything you own with you at all times, 
unless you are the Queen. Only the Queen could get her own ship to hold her 
own personal Booty. Myrna wondered when the Queen would take the Tesla as 
her new ship.

With a final smile, she told Max, "I'll be back later, Master."

Max and Pam watched her leave, then Max got up, ripped the covers off of 
Pam, and started kissing her all over, giving her little love bites along 
the way, he moved her into the doggy position where he fucked her hard and 
fast. After he was satisfied, he moved to lay spooning with her.

"Wow!" Pam observed, "She sure gets you worked up!"

"Yeah." Max lay silent, thinking for a minute. "If an Orion little girl like 
that can get me so worked up that I want to fuck you to death," Pam's 
butterflies went wild. "I wonder what a grown Orion woman would do to a 
man?"

Pam looked back and wrinkled her eyebrows at him. "Huh?"

He caressed her skin. "I'm thinking of their affect on the crew. Would they 
mutiny?"

Pam thought of all of the repressed sexual tension on the ship before the 
arrival of the Slaves. "I think you might have a point. We should do 
something."

He hugged her close, letting her feel his point. "Maybe we should have a 
contingency plan set up if everything goes to Hell, again."

Then, as they cuddled, they talked to each other.

Ensign Jarvis was relieved from Bridge duty by a woman Officer. He had 
immersed himself in his duty, trying not to think of his new cabin mate 
waiting for him. What would she be wearing? But he didn't have much time to 
wonder about her, when everything seemed to be going wrong. Crewmen weren't 
just not showing up for duty, they were refusing to go on duty. Well, that 
wasn't entirely true, the women, the crew-women, were showing up for work. 
But by going by his, the Acting Captains suggestion, and having only women 
on the Space Dock and the Yacht, the Tesla was now going on a skeleton crew. 
Now that he was relieved, all he could think about was the little 
woman-child waiting for him at home.

In a daze, he went to the Chow Hall and ate, oblivious to the ex-Sex Slave 
sitting right next to him. But he felt her effect.

She found out he was Bridge crew, then she was talking to him around several 
other crewmen, asking about going to his cabin and dancing for him.

His cabin. The sexy Orion woman put her hand on his. Her sweaty hand, and as 
his hormones surged, all he could think about was Becky.

He got up, leaving his meal half eaten, and walked like a Zombie to his 
cabin, where Becky would be waiting for him. Leaving the Orion woman behind 
with the males that were crowding around her, trying to impress her with 
their improbable stories of daring.

Inside the open door, he found the main lights off, and faux candles sitting 
on almost every flat surface, glowing merrily. The bed covers on one of the 
beds were pulled back, and what looked like rose petals were scattered 
about.

As the door closed behind him and locked in the Orion womans face as she 
tried to push past the crowding crewmen to get to him, the man she had 
marked for Bonding, Becky appeared before him, wearing a white, sheer, 
Teddy. Her breasts were the size of half Oranges, and her curves were very 
prominent on the little girl. Her black hair framed her face, her brown eyes 
looked black in the near dark.

"Hello Eugene."

"Oh Becka! You're beautiful!"

She moved to stand face to face, looking at the base of his neck because he 
was so much taller than she was.

"I want you, Eugene, I've been thinking about us being together all, day, 
long!"

As her Minty fresh breath brushed past his face, he realized how badly he 
must stink. "Um, I should have grabbed a shower first."

"Shhhhhhhhhh! My love, we can shower together!" And she kissed him, not 
minding his breath at all. Or his taste. This was the moment she'd been 
waiting for, for her entire life. She was about to make love to the man she 
loved, and become a woman. His woman.

Then she was stripping him naked as she shucked off her own flimsy covering, 
running her hands over the naked body that she had only felt through his 
clothes before. Then they were in the shower, their bodies melting together. 
He was on his knees as she shampooed his hair, her breasts were right in 
front of his mouth, so he kissed one, then the other, then he spit out the 
soap and waited until she rinsed his head off before continuing.

He didn't know how she managed to wash all of him, but she did, running her 
hands all over his body, as he did hers. Then they were soap free, and he 
started kissing her everywhere.

Somehow, they fell onto the still made bed, passion driving them both wild, 
then after eating her til she came, screaming, he was inside of her, 
thrusting like a madman, her arms and legs wrapped around him, pulling him 
tighter against her as she was ravaged.

As the throes off Passion washed over them, leaving them breathless, they 
looked at each other, grinning like Idiots. He was still hard, so he rolled 
over and she was riding him, thrusting him as deep inside of herself as she 
could drive him, bouncing up and down on him like a pogo stick.

Two hours later, sleep should have found them wrapped in each others arms. 
But Becky was only laying there with her eyes closed, replaying the love 
making in her mind, and silently agreeing with Pam about how wonderful 
making love with a man she loved could be.

The computer was very helpful as Myrna followed the little blue lights in 
the corridor to Doug's quarters. She still felt drained, which was weird, 
because Bonding someone to you was supposed to drain them, not you. She 
should have felt elated and ready to go onto the next Bonding, within 
minutes, leaving him sleeping, not sleep like a rock herself! But then, she 
had never heard of having a lover like the Captain before. He had satisfied 
her sexually, a feat normally only other Orion women could achieve for each 
other.

Doug answered the door as soon as she touched the button, with Scott and 
Dave right beside him. Myrna grinned at them, and was about to say something 
when Doug put his finger to his lips and ushered her through the living room 
to a small bedroom.

On the way, a womans voice asked, "Doug? Who is it?"

"It's just one of my friends, mom."

"Okay, play nice, dear."

Once the bedroom door was closed, Myrna hugged Doug and got him into a lip 
lock. Scott and Dave just stood there, open mouthed. Myrna ran her fingers 
through his hair as she kissed him. She could tell that he'd never kissed a 
girl before.

After a full minute, Myrna pulled back, grinned, and lied to him. "Wow! You 
are a very good kisser!"

Then, as he stood there grinning like an Idiot, she turned to Scott and 
kissed him, too. He was better, like he'd actually done some kissing before. 
Myrna had heard about Humans. "Scott? Do you have a sister?"

"Yeah, she's your age."

"Oh, I'd like to meet her."

Then Myrna was kissing Dave. He'd been kissing someone, too. "You have a 
sister, too?"

"No, but I hang out at Scott's place a lot, why?"

"Because if you have a sister my age, your parents won't think anything 
strange if they see me over there a lot."

Scott said, "But, I have to share a room with her, so we couldn't, uh, hang 
out there."

Myrna told them, "Don't worry about it. With your sister there, we can have 
a sleep over whenever we want."

The boys didn't think anything more about it.

"But!" Myrna continued, "I still can't decide who should be my boyfriend." 
She turned to Doug. "Next test, take off your shirt!"

Doug ripped it off.

Myrna grinned at him and pulled her own shirt off, then hugged him and 
kissed him again. Then she pushed him back so that he was sitting on the 
bed. Then she had all three boys sitting on the bed next to each other, 
shirtless.

"Now then, Doug, why don't you show me how good you can make me feel by 
sucking on these?" She pushed her pert little baby Boobies to his mouth.

As he slobbered all over her chest, she whispered instructions to him, 
making him think that they were his ideas, to not bite her, or suck so hard, 
or grab them to hard, but to treat them like they were the most precious 
things in the world.

She was really missing her Captain...

When she figured that he'd had enough, it was Scott's turn.

Scott was much better at it, and not from just listening to her instructions 
to Doug, either. It was like he'd done this kind of thing before. She really 
enjoyed him. All to soon, it was time to give Dave a turn.

As Dave suckled at her breasts, she really wished that she could have Bonded 
them separately, but time to play favorites would come later, first, she had 
to Bond them to her, make them her willing Slaves, like Max was. After that, 
she could do anything she wanted to, with any of them, whenever she wanted, 
and they would think that it was their idea.

Dave's turn was over, so she dropped her skirt and told them, "Okay now 
boys, why don't we all get naked?"

The boys didn't hesitate to get naked, not even with Doug's parents in the 
next room.

She had Doug lay back as she straddled him, taking his hardness into her 
softness, sitting on him so that he was surrounded by her womanhood. He only 
lasted a few seconds before he gave her the offering of his seed, and his 
soul.

"Sleep now." Myrna leaned forward and kissed him, then wiped off and moved 
to straddle Scott. Scott reached up to cup her breasts as she rode him, 
thumbing her nipples in time with her rhythm. Between that, and him 
thrusting up into her, she thought that he might be one of her favorite boy 
toys to play with.

All to soon, he was giving himself to her.

Doug was already snoring when she slid onto Dave. Scott was watching them 
with sleepy eyes as she slowly rode the youngest boy. Dave was rocking his 
hips with her, then rolled her over and began pounding away, driving her 
toward her own orgasm. She was almost there when he stopped and held himself 
as deep within her body as he could. She felt him complete, then he 
collapsed on her and started snoring.

She was disappointed. Sure, she felt like every nerve in her body was alive, 
but the three boys hadn't been able to give her even a small part of the 
pleasure that Max had given her. She moved out from under the boy who was 
almost as small as she was, got up, and got dressed. It was too bad that 
Scott's sister wasn't here.

Myrna just stood there, thinking. What more could she really do? Go back to 
the Captains bed? Pam was there to play with, but his soon-to-be ex 
girlfriend would soon be there, too. That could get messy.

With a sigh, she put her clothes in Doug's closet, stripped her clothes off, 
and crawled naked under the covers. Then she just lay there and planned for 
the future. She definitely needed more men like Max, men who could satisfy 
her.

She looked over at Dave, sleeping beside her, then she rolled over to spoon 
with him. She knew that he would get hard again while he slept, and with a 
few words of Command in his ear, he would stay hard so she could ride him 
til she was satisfied, too.


At the same time that Myrna was seducing the Captain, the older Slaves were 
gathering in the Holo Deck, dancing for the crewmen, men and women alike.

Afterwards, the men weren't the same. They started doing little things to 
make the Slaves lives better, doing things at their stations that would make 
their Slaves happier. Ignoring their duties to spend time with the Slaves. 
Soon, they were neglecting their duties to wait on the Slaves, hand and 
foot. They even brought the Queens Booty over to the Tesla, in preparation 
of when she took the Captain. All of the other Orion Slaves knew that as 
Queen, it was her Right to take the Captain.

The men were affected differently than the women, but the women were still 
affected enough to not cross the Orion Slaves.

Mat got up and went to breakfast with Pam, expecting everything to be 
normal.

In the Chow Hall, the Queen cornered Max.

"Ah, Captain, I have been trying to gain an audience with you since I first 
came on-board." She leaned forward, then sniffed. Her voice went cold as her 
face went ugly. "Who has dared to Bond with him? That is my Right!" She 
sniffed Max again. "I don't recognize the scent. It smells, Human!"

The other Slaves grabbed Max and held him down. The crewmen did nothing to 
help Max as Pam was pushed aside.

Just before the Queen started issuing orders to find Myrna, Max got out, 
"Looks like Murphy's law strikes again!"

Pam, face pale, hurried through the door and headed for Engineering as the 
Queen asked him who this Murphy Human was.

Once there, Pam programed the Ships Computer for Murphy's Emergency 
Protocol, but to only transport all of the Orion Slaves off of the ship, not 
all of the non Humans off of the ship. There were more than only Humans 
assigned on board the Tesla. The tricky part was beaming the Humans off of 
the Yacht at the exact same time, that the Orion's were being beamed onto 
the Yacht.

Pam set up all of the mine transporters, in sync, to transport the Orion's 
Slave women onto the Yacht on her signal, while the smaller transporters 
beamed the Humans back on board the Tesla. Then she went to Auxiliary 
Control, where she had to go to, to give the command at the appropriate 
Control Station.

The Captain of the watch, the Fleet Medic, was arguing with the Queen, so it 
was easy for Pam to go to Tactical and isolate all of the Orion's on board 
the Tesla. It was easy, because no one paid any attention to a little girl. 
With a crooked grin at the Queen as she was in mid rant, Pam initiated 
transport.

The Queen squawked as she shimmered away.

As Pam watched the board to see what the Queen would do, the Yacht pulled 
away. Then Pam called out, "Captain! The Yacht is powering up weapons!" Pam 
raised the shields without being told.

"The acting Captain said, "I bet she's going to fire a Plasma Torpedo just 
after she goes to Warp. We're so screwed!"

Pam watched the board as she frantically set up a protocol for the Computer. 
She knew that it would be close.

Just after the Yacht was going into Warp three, when she would fire her main 
weapon, Pam detonated the four mines on the Yacht as the brightness of the 
torpedo was revealed in the launching port.

The explosion vaporized the Yacht, along with the Plasma torpedo.

Pam felt bad, until she thought of what the Queen had done to Max. Wait! 
Where was Max? Pam had butterflies in her tummy. "Computer? Where is Captain 
Jorgerson?"

The computers emotionless voice answered, "Captain Jorgerson is in the Chow 
Hall, tied to a table."

Pam sighed in relief. "Computer, initiate Protocol 'stun' on every male on 
board the Tesla, except for the Captain."

After a few seconds, the Computers voice reported, "Every male not in his 
Quarters, except for the Captain, has been stunned."

That's when Pam felt every eye of the Bridge Personnel on her. Including the 
acting Captain, Commander Janet Brown.

It didn't matter if they were friends. It didn't matter if Pam was the dead 
Captains daughter, and the new Captains cousin. In the acting Captains eyes, 
she had just committed Mutiny. Pam stuttered, "Uh... Murphy's Protocol?"

Janet, the acting Captain, with a look that Pam couldn't decipher, leaned 
forward and said into the Com, "All spare Female Personnel, please take all 
of the Males to Sickbay for examination. All males will stay where they are 
until summoned to be escorted to Sickbay. Any males resisting are to be 
stunned and dragged to Sick Bay by force." She cleared her throat and said 
with a wry smile, "As to the safety of the ship, Miss Pamela Wolfe, at 
Captain Jorgerson's instruction, has just saved the ship again, with her 
quick thinking. She has just earned herself the Field promotion of Ensign. 
It appears that we have two Legendary Officers on board the Tesla."

Janet knew that she had a lot of work ahead of her in Sickbay, and she knew 
that she would have to go there as soon as possible. She also knew that Pam 
knew more about the ships operations than any other Civilian, and most of 
the surviving Crewmen and women. "Ensign Wolfe, would you please take the 
Con?"

Pam snapped to attention next to the chair, "Do you stand ready to be 
relieved, sir?"

Janet answered, "I do, sir."

"Then you are relieved, sir."

Pam traded places with the acting Captain, then Janet left the Bridge to go 
to Sickbay and sort out the men.

Pam carefully sat in the big chair and looked around. There were looks of 
respect all around her. Not a single person looked jealous or resentful.

"Captain."

It took Pam a minute to realize that it was she who was being addressed. 
"Oh, yes?"

It was the Communications console, "The jamming stopped as soon as the Yacht 
was destroyed, so, I routed communications through the Space Dock array, and 
I have Star Base 13 on hold."

"Open a channel."

"Aye, aye Captain."

Pam said to the surprised man on the screen. "This is the Federation 
Research ship, the Tesla. I am acting Captain, Ensign Pamela Wolfe. We 
have,"

The man looked to the side, then cut her off. "Listen little girl, I can see 
that you are not on the Bridge, but in Auxiliary Control, and there is no 
way that a little girl could ever hope to be a Star Fleet Officer. I don't 
know how you did it, but even if you are the Captains daughter, no 
eleven-year-old should be,"

Pam cut him off, "I am sending a May Day, requesting assistance. We have 
sustained heavy damage and lost over half of our crew. We have lost Warp, 
and most of our weapons. We have captured a Space Dock, but are short on 
Engineers to start repairs on our ship. I am sending a copy of the Captains 
log, now." Pam looked him right in the eyes. "I will call again in one hour 
if I have not received a response from you by that time. Tesla out."

The Com officer reported, "Log encrypted and sent, Captain."

"Thank you." Pam drummed her fingers on the armrest, just like Max did when 
he was thinking. She stopped drumming her fingers. "Com, open a channel to 
the Space Dock."

"Aye Captain."

Pam heard a note of pride in the womans voices every time they called her 
Captain.

Pam asked the acting Space Docks Captain, "Did the Orion's modify that Dock 
in any way that might be, unorthodox?"

"How so?"

Pam was thinking about something that Myrna had said, "Well, they were 
Pirates, and if they captured a ship, and it was damaged and unable to move 
under it's own power, did they modify the Dock to extend it's Warp fields, 
so the captured ship could be spirited away at Warp?"

The crew womans eyes lit up. "I, I don't know! But I can find out for you!" 
She grinned and added, "Captain!"

The Crew woman on the Dock smiled at Pam. The previous acting Captain, the 
Chief Medic Janet Brown, had been right. She might just look like a little 
girl in a fancy costume, but Ensign Wolfe was a Legendary Officer. Just like 
Captain Jorgerson had proved himself to be. The Tesla and her crew were 
going to be okay.

Pam checked to see where Myrna was. She was still on board, with the 
Terrible Trio.

Pam didn't notice the woman Lieutenant who was standing next to her until 
she cleared her throat. "Captain? These are for you. So you won't be 
out-of-uniform."

Pam teared up when she saw the rank studs in the little gold box, but she 
tried to not let it show. "Oh, would, would you please put them on my collar 
for me?"

"I would be proud to do the honor!" The Lieutenant said as she pinned the 
rank on her second favorite Captain.

Acting Captain Ensign Wolfe drummed her fingers on the arm rest again, then, 
after a few seconds, "Both Helms, Tesla and the Dock." Acting Captain Wolfe 
ordered. "Move the Tesla and the Dock a few light minutes away from the 
debris field. Also, check those pods. We don't want any nasty surprises 
waiting for us when we drop our shields. Then. Proceed to dock the Tesla."

"Aye Captain!" Both Helms said at once.

A very nervous little girl watched with held breath as the crippled Star 
Ship, and the Dock, left the debris cloud behind. There were no more 
surprises when shields were lowered, and the ship docked safely as the Docks 
shields went back up around the Dock, and the Tesla.

Pam wasn't paying attention to who came onto, or left the Bridge. She was 
too engrossed in the safety of her ship.

The status report came in from the Dock. The pods were Warp reactors for 
more power, and a Plasma cannon with a rear firing arc.

"Dock, make the best speed possible back to the Star Base, but, do it 
slowly. The safety of the ship comes first."

Pam heard someone suck in their breath as the Tesla went past Warp one and 
turned to see Max, standing in her number two spot. He grinned at her, "Good 
thing they never used that Plasma Torpedo, huh Captain?"

She just nodded her head. "Yeah." Then, "Are you fit for duty? Are you here 
to relieve me?"

Max smiled at her. "Thank you for asking, yes, I am fit for duty, but no, 
not yet, Captain, there is still five minutes left until shift change."

Com interrupted, "Captain, excuse me, Star Base 13 is hailing us."

Pam looked at Max. He just smiled and nodded.

Pam faced forward, pulled her Uniform down, and crossed her legs. She was 
still wearing her little black Thong, and not regulation shorts. She didn't 
know what Star Base 13 would think of the show, and she didn't want to find 
out. "Open a channel." Then Pam was looking at a real legendary Officer. One 
that everyone knew. Pam said in surprise, "Admiral Kirk!"

Kirks eyes widened slightly. "Captain?" His eyes scanned up and down her 
body. Her petite body barely made a dent in the Big Chair. Her little tater 
tots were pushing against the fabric. Her Ensign buttons reflected the 
light. He smiled.

Pam blushed scarlet. Everyone knew how much of a Perv he was. "Greetings. I 
am acting Captain, Ensign, Pamela Wolfe. This is Captain, Petty Officer 
Third Class, Maxwell Jorgerson. He took Command just after the Tesla was 
attacked and the Bridge destroyed. He was just about to relieve me. Sir."

Kirk smiled. "I read the report, and I see that you have the same bravery 
that your father had, back when I knew him." Kirk nodded to Max. "You too, 
Captain. Captain Wolfe was your Uncle?"

Max nodded. "Yes sir, and Ensign Wolfe here, is my Cousin. When I was 
disabled and the ship taken over by the Orion Pirates, she saved the ship 
and ended the threat. She is a Hero."

Pam blushed at the praise. It had been Max's idea.

Kirk smiled at both of them. It wasn't every day that he had the opportunity 
to meet people that had what it took to be Hero's in such a grand fashion. 
"Captain Jorgerson." His eyes turned to Max. Is it true that you took out 
four Pirate ships with only two Phaser three shots?"

"Yes sir, with the help of Coopers Gas."

Kirk laughed, then cleared his throat. "My kind of man! For Valor above and 
beyond the call of duty, I hereby give you a field promotion of Captain, 
until the Tesla is safely delivered to port. Then, I think Star Fleet 
Academy will want you among their ranks."

Max looked at Pam. With a silent agreement between them, he knew that she 
would go wherever he went.

Kirk caught the look, and he knew exactly what it implied. He had always 
been able to read between the lines between what the Log said, and what had 
really happened. "As for you, Ensign Wolfe, I'm sure that Star Fleet Academy 
would love to have an eleven-year-old girl that saved a disabled Federation 
Star Ship in Battle conditions." He cleared his throat again. "But, since 
you are so young, so much younger than the other Cadets will be in your 
class, you will have to live in Base housing with your legal Guardian."

Pam relaxed, then blushed again as she realized that Admiral Kirk knew about 
her and Max. Then she relaxed. The Admiral had cleared the way for them to 
stay together. To be, together. Um... "Thank you Admiral, but Captain 
Jorgerson has another Ward. A little freed half-Orion Slave girl, named 
Myrna."

Kirk almost laughed out loud. He knew all about Orion 'Slave' girls. "How 
old is she?"

"My age sir, eleven standard years old."

Kirk nodded. "I bet that there is one Heck of a story behind all of this. We'll 
have to all sit down together at dinner when you get here."

Pam stifled a yawn, but Kirk saw it. "Captain Jorgerson, why don't you go 
ahead and relieve acting Captain Wolfe. The rest of this communication will 
be boring details given by Captain Johnsred here."

Pam and Max switched places as per protocol. Kirk smiled as he watched the 
body language between the two.

Just as Max was sitting down in the big chair, the Communications station 
reported loud enough for Admiral Kirk to hear, "Captain Jorgerson, The Dock 
Commander reports that with Captain Wolfe's suggestion, we just went past 
Warp two, and will be able to go a maximum of Warp three by piggy backing on 
the Space Dock."

Someone on the Bridge said, "Everything reads Nominal, Captain."

The Admiral barked out, "OUT STANDING!" Everyones eyes were big as he added. 
"Yes! I knew there was more to that little girl than meets the eye! Ships 
Logs never tell the whole story! Getting a crippled ship to go to Warp by 
riding Piggy back! OUT STANDING!" Kirk said into the air, "Computer! Remind 
me when the Tesla arrives, so I can clear my appointments to meet the fine 
Captains and crew of the Tesla." He smiled at the two Cousins. "I will see 
both of you when you get here. We have a lot to talk about. Gods speed!"

The channel switched to an older Captain who coordinated with Captain 
Jorgerson and Damage Control. With another yawn, Pam went back to the cabin. 
Even without the arms of her lover holding her, she was soon fast asleep.

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