“Lieutenant Kuznetsov, you have the bridge.”

“Yes, captain!”

Captain Yvonne Vasser didn’t smile, but she did allow herself a moment of pride as her commanding officer stood at attention and, along with the rest of her bridge crew, gave her a crisp, sharp salute. It had been a long tour of duty out on the far rim of Alliance space, and she knew that standards of professionalism could easily slip. Not on her ship, though. Captain Vasser made sure of that. She didn’t mind being called a stern disciplinarian or a stone-cold bitch behind her back if it meant the Inyx had the finest-trained crew in the sector.

Once she stepped into the turbolift and heard its doors close behind her, though, the stalwart captain did allow her usually-immaculate posture to slip by a hair. It had been a long tour and a long shift, and while it would be poor form to let her subordinates see it, Captain Vasser was tired.

Hunting vandal-hackers on the edges of known space was a vital task, but not a pleasant one. The Inyx was currently on the trail of one of the most infamous, a woman known only by her callsign: Wasp. A few months before, she had hacked her way into the core servers of several major Alliance banks and had managed to wipe out trillions of credits’ worth of wealth in seconds. The economy had been sent spiraling into a downturn as a result, and Captain Vasser had been dispatched to bring Wasp to justice.

So far, no luck. They’d had many close encounters - including one just a few hours earlier - but somehow, Wasp always managed to slip away. It was starting to seriously piss Captain Vasser off.

She needed to blow off some steam. So, as usual, after handing over command to her XO, she was headed down to the holodeck to enjoy some recreation.

“Computer, lock the holodeck,” Captain Vasser commanded, stepping inside. “Hold all non-urgent communications. I don’t want to be disturbed.”

“Affirmative,” replied the ship computer’s familiar, robotic voice.

With her privacy assured, Captain Vasser could let down her hair a little - literally and otherwise. She removed the hair tie that normally held her dark hair up in a severe ponytail, and loosened the jacket of the uniform she ironed fastidiously every morning before leaving her quarters. It was an old habit - she was from a military family, after all - but it was starting to weigh on her, just like every other part of this mission.

The captain tried and failed to resist the urge to look at herself in the holodeck’s strange, mirrored walls before she activated her recreation program. She wasn’t getting old. Captain Vasser insisted on that, internally. Making the captain’s chair in her mid-thirties was an astonishing achievement. Besides, she looked good. Captain Vasser caught her subordinates looking, sometimes. She kept in fiercely good shape, and her uniform was a neat fit. She’d never had any problems with women.

But she was certainly starting to feel old. Her cheeks were filling out under her high cheekbones, she had a new wrinkle every week, and she had big, dark patches beneath her eyes. Captain Vasser was feeling the deep, gnawing fatigue that sometimes came with long-range deep space travel. Having a life outside of work would do wonders for her, but how was she supposed to have a life when the nearest civilized planet was seventeen parsecs away?

So, the holodeck was all Captain Vasser had. As captain, she had a generous allowance of holo-rec time - more out of courtesy than expectation, but lately, Captain Vasser had been maxing it out every single week. She wasn’t proud of it, but no one would ever know, and in the privacy of the holodeck she could indulge fantasies that had no other source of release.

“Computer,” Captain Vasser called. “Load up and engage scenario delta-four.”

“Delta four?” the computer replied, in a voice that immediately chilled Captain Vasser’s blood. It was distorted and crackling with static, and worse, inflected with distinct emotion. “I was just perusing that one. It’s wild. I must have left you in a real mood, huh?”

Captain Vasser knew that voice - mostly because she kept hearing it taunting her and her crew over inter-ship comms. It was Wasp. The hacker was in their systems, and that was very, very bad.

Immediately, she went for the door. It didn’t budge. “Computer, unlock the holodeck!”

“No use,” Wasp taunted. “I’m in control here.”

Captain Vasser slammed her palm into the communicator on her chest. “Captain to the bridge, do you read me?”

There was no reply but Wasp’s impish laughter. “Nope.”

“How?” Captain Vasser hissed.

“I pulled it off in our last little near-miss,” Wasp replied brightly. “When I was disrupting your tractor beam, I injected some bad code into the signal that got picked up by your ship's internal communications system. Not easy, by the way. Kind of a genius move.”

“Then…” Captain Vasser frowned. She was no engineer, but she still knew a thing or two about how her own ship worked. “No. There’s no way something like that could get past our core firewalls. You can’t get to our life support, our propulsion, weapons, anything like that.”

“Correct!” Wasp didn’t sound the least bit discouraged. “Holodeck, though? That’s civilian shit. I figured there’d be none of your fancy military software here.”

“Which means this is meaningless,” Captain Vasser continued. “All you can do here is waste my time. Sooner or later, someone’s going to notice what’s going on. They’ll get the door open, shut down the holodeck, and purge our systems. This is pointless.”

She sighed. This was not how she wanted to spend her rec time.

“I love a girl who’s done her homework!” Wasp laughed. “But, correction: this was pointless. See, I was hoping I’d catch you with your pants down in the middle of something embarrassing. But all this, here in your private files? This is sooooo much better than I could have imagined.”

Captain Vasser took a few deep breaths to keep herself from reacting. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Ooo! Bad lie,” Wasp jeered. “Hold on. Let me get this shit booted up so we can talk face-to-face.”

There was a distinct hum as some of the hidden holographic projectors came to life. Moments later, a human figure blinked into existence a few paces in front of Captain Vasser. She recognized them, of course. She’d spent enough time staring at the woman’s file. It was Wasp.

She was short. Far shorter than Captain Vasser. That had jumped out at the captain just from reading the hacker’s file, but it was now even more apparent. She was wiry, too; a tiny, slim, nimble little thing, just like her namesake. For a wanted criminal, she made no effort to be discreet.  Wasp wore her counterculture sympathies on her sleeves, in all manner of patches and pins and glowing elec-tattoos. Her hair was shaved on one side, and the rest was a messy forest of spikes, tufts, and untidy braids, all of which were unceremoniously swept over to one side. The hacker’s clothing was just as punk; it bothered Captain Vasser, for some reason, that this woman had evaded her for so long when she couldn’t seem to wear a jacket that wasn’t three sizes too large.

Wasp looked around before staring straight at Captain Vasser and licking her pierced lips, blue eyes shining with amusement.

Captain Vasser couldn’t help it. She took a swing.

Wasp laughed as the captain’s fist passed straight through her holographic face. “I’m not here, remember? And I wouldn’t give you the pleasure of a hardlight punching bag.”

“Enough games! Let me out of here,” Captain Vasser commanded, a little too urgently. “Or I’ll make you regret it. You’re already a criminal, but there’s always a harder way we can do things.”

“Wow,” Wasp snorted. “That might actually be intimidating if I didn’t know you were really just trying to keep me out of your dirty laundry.”

“Nonsense,” Captain Vasser snarled. “I don’t have any dirty laundry. You’re wasting your time as well as mine.”

“I dunno,” Wasp replied, in an infuriating sing-song voice. “Some of this stuff is really embarrassing, captain. Pretty disguised, too. I can understand why you wouldn’t want anyone peeking into your privacy.”

“So that’s it. You’re trying to blackmail me.” Captain Vasser kept her voice even, despite the way her heart was pounding. “It won’t work. There’s no prohibited material in my holodeck files, and I trust in my crew. Whatever someone uses their rec time for is their business. Everyone understands that. They won’t judge. And even if they did, I’d die before betraying them.”

That sounded good, she thought. But Captain Vasser’s bravado deflated a little when Wasp’s smile didn’t budge.

“I know I’m getting too predictable when even someone like you can guess my plans.” Wasp sighed theatrically, before letting her face settle back into a crooked smirk. “Well, yeah, that was the plan. Was. Threatening to expose someone’s porny little fantasies is one of those old tricks that never really gets old. But when I saw what you were into, I got curious enough to watch some of the logs. And that gave me a way, way better idea.”

Captain Vasser didn’t know exactly what the hacker was referring to, but couldn’t shake the feeling that she was in danger. “What?”

Wasp winked mischievously and, in a burst of static, her clothing transformed. Suddenly she was wearing scrubs and a long doctor’s coat, with a stethoscope hanging around her neck. Captain Vasser rolled her eyes at the theatrics.

“Tell me, captain,” Wasp said, “how does this make you feel?”

Now the holodeck around them truly came to life, and the walls collapsed into huge, swirling spirals.

“Wha-“ Captain Vasser cut herself off in surprise. A wave of dizziness hit her, and she wished she could tell herself it was just holodeck legs. Her instinct was to close her eyes, but she refused to give Wasp the satisfaction.

“I knew it!” Wasp cackled gleefully and made a big show of writing something down on a clipboard she was suddenly holding. “What a delightful little kink for a starship captain. I’m well-acquainted with it, actually.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Captain Vasser tried to insist. It was difficult to sound convincing when she had to try so hard not to stare into the spirals that were all around her.

“Oh, drop it!” Wasp snorted. “What? Did all this trashy hypno porn fall off the back of a truck or something? Anyway, it makes perfect sense.”

Without warning, Wasp’s holographic clothing shifted again. In the blink of an eye, she was wearing a turtleneck sweater and thick-rimmed glasses, and when she threw herself to one side, a psychoanalyst’s couch appeared to catch her.

“A high-strung, domineering captain like you?” the hacker went on. “It’s only natural to crave a little submissive spice in your downtime. And what could be better than not having to think at all, right? And all the other stuff, well… I’m guessing you had a pretty repressed upbringing too. Spacefleet brat, et cetera. It’s always fun seeing how that comes out.”

“Shut up!” Captain Vasser yelled. She was long past the end of her patience. “You have a point? A plan? Then get to it, before I knock myself out just to be rid of your inane chatter.”

That seemed to amuse Wasp most of all. “Jeez, you’re no fun! Not yet anyway… fine, fine. Here it is: I’m gonna hypnotize you, Captain Yvonne Vasser.”

Captain Vasser paused, then blinked, then snorted derisively. “No. You’re not.”

“Cocky, huh?” Wasp licked her lips. “Extra fun.”

“You’re insane if you believe I would allow you to hypnotize me, whatever I do in my recreation time.”

“Oh, I never said anything about you allowing me.” Wasp licked her lips again.

“That’s ridiculous.” Captain Vasser fully believed that, but something about Wasp’s smug conviction kept her uneasy. “That simply isn’t how it works - as you should know, if you’re as familiar as you claim. This isn’t a corny movie, Wasp. You can’t hypnotize someone against their will.”

“Yeah?” Wasp jeered. Her grin could only be described as devilish. “Then why do you need to try so hard not to stare at the spirals?”

“I…” Captain Vasser frowned. Why was she feeling so dizzy? “What… you! You’re doing something.”

She looked at the floor, which was mercifully still stationary. Wasp, though, wasn’t one to miss a sign of weakness.

“Am I? You don’t seem so sure.” The hacker leaped back to her feet. “What’s the matter, captain? Feeling a little sleepy?”

“No.”

Wasp laughed. With her eyes fixed to the floor Captain Vasser could only see the hacker’s feet as she got closer. “Well, not like that, maybe! You’re afraid instead, aren’t you? C’mon, captain. Don’t you trust yourself? Your own willpower? Look. Look at the pretty spirals already. Don’t you want to win and rub it in my face?”

“Shut up.”

Captain Vasser took a moment to breathe slowly and center herself. She was in a dangerous situation, and in the presence of an enemy. She could trust all of her training to keep her alert and on edge. With that thought fixed firmly in her mind, she looked upwards, into the heart of one of the spirals that surrounded her.

Immediately, her mind and body betrayed her. Her legs started to give way, and it felt like the floor beneath her was melting into jelly. Gravity seemed to shift, and Captain Vasser had to suppress the instinct telling her that she was about to fall forward, beyond the spiral’s event horizon.

Why couldn’t she fight this?

“Like I said, I watched some of your sessions,” Wasp said, sensing her confusion. “And I noticed how into it you were. In particular, I noticed how deep you went, and how quickly. That got me curious. So I decided to look at your stats. I was wondering how many times you’d been down here, hypnotizing yourself. Know what I found?”

“I… don’t… know…” Captain Vasser didn’t know how to fight what was happening to her. Her thoughts were slowing to a crawl, and they were stuck on sheer disbelief.

Hypnosis was just a fetish. A guilty pleasure. It was something she’d indulged in for years - ever since she was a teenager. Always discreetly, always without telling anyone. How could it be leading to this?

“One hundred and eighty-four times,” Wasp continued. “That’s how many times you’ve looked at this exact spiral, captain, and it’s far from the only one you’ve been enjoying. What do you think that does to you? You seem to be having a hard time answering my questions, so allow me to go ahead and speculate. I think you’ve conditioned yourself.”

Conditioned. That word, deeply charged for Captain Vasser, sent a shiver down her spine. She hated that the thought turned her on.

“Eroding your willpower, bit by bit.” As Captain Vasser was transfixed by the spiral, Wasp danced behind her, leaning over to whisper in the helpless woman’s ear. “Training yourself to succumb so very easily to the right images and the right situations. Working yourself deeper into delightfully perverted little niches. My dear captain, it took me a little while to realize it, but there’s quite the treasure trove here in your holodeck files. It’s the skeleton key to your pretty little head.”

“N-no,” Captain Vasser replied in a quiet, distant voice, twitching as Wasp’s words ran through her. The kind of lurid defeat Wasp was describing was uncomfortably close to some of her deepest, most forbidden fantasies. She knew it was wrong to be turned on by it, but the part of her that was turned on was deeper than morality or propriety. “I… I won’t…”

“You will,” Wasp teased. “You totally will. Whatever you’re thinking of, you will. Anything I want. I’ll make sure of it. I admit, I’m not really the ‘planning’ type of girl. I’m usually way too impulsive for my own good. But you? You’re going to be way too useful not to make big plans with - once I make you mine, anyway.”

“I… won’t!” Captain Vasser insisted. She tried her hardest to hold on to that one thought, to make it the core of her being. “I’m not yours. I won’t be.”

"My, my.” Wasp made a sound like she was savoring a delicious meal. “This is the captain who’s been on my ass for months, huh? I hope you keep all that fire, baby. It’ll come in useful. And besides, it gets me kinda hot.”

“I am going to catch you,” Captain Vasser vowed. Wasp was making her angry. That was good. Anger was something she could focus on besides the spiral. “I’m going to catch you and bring you to justice. I’ll make you pay for everything you’ve done. I’ll make sure you can never get within reach of another computer ever again for as long as you live.”

“OK, OK!” Wasp held up her hands and stepped back in front of Captain Vasser. “I would have been disappointed if one little spiral vid was enough to break you. I think it’ll be a whole lot more effective in context. Time to get serious. Let’s run through one of those delightfully specific scenarios you’ve got tucked away. It’s so hard to pick but… how about this one?”

Now the holodeck truly came to life. The spirals vanished, and the entire room around Captain Vasser seemed to phase out of existence. Moments later, the holodeck created the world anew. It conjured a perfect simulacrum of Earth, right down to the taste of the air and the sensation of the wind on the captain’s skin. Normally, it was a moment she loved to savor, but this time the familiarity was alarming. Captain Vasser knew this place, which meant she knew what was going to happen.

It was the Fleet Academy, on Earth. The place Captain Vasser had received both her basic training and her captain’s stripes, just like every other recruit. On her instructions, the Inyx’s computer had created and saved a loving recreation, right down to every last blade of grass. Right now, she was standing on one of the many paths that crisscrossed the open green spaces on campus. Captain Vasser had stood on that spot more times in simulations than she had in real life. It was one of her favorite holodeck scenarios. Which meant-

“Excuse me, Captain Vasser. Could I get a moment of your time?”

It was Wasp, jogging towards her across the grass. This time, she was dressed in a tight-fitting recruit’s uniform. It didn’t look right on the punk hacker at all. None of this was right. This was one of Captain Vasser’s fantasies, but she wasn’t in control anymore.

Of course. I’m always happy to help an interested student. That was what she usually said, and it was such a familiar script that she found the words perched on her lips. Instead of speaking them, though, the captain found that she was paralyzed. This was like being in a dream she couldn’t wake up from, and the most torturous part was how crazy turned on she was by it. She couldn’t help. Captain Vasser could feel herself growing wet from sheer, conditioned anticipation.

“I just saw your presentation,” Wasp said. She was delivering the scripted lines perfectly, but with mockery written on her face. “I recently joined the officer track. It was amazing! I really look up to you, captain. I was actually hoping you could take a look at something for me.”

She lifted the dataslate she was holding in one hand. Even before she looked at it, Captain Vasser was feeling dizzy. She couldn’t let this happen to her.

“Computer!” she called out desperately. “Pause scenario!”

There was no reply. Wasp was in charge.

I just have to stay in control, Captain Vasser told herself. You can’t be hypnotized against your will. I don’t want to be hypnotized. I will remain awake. I will remain the master of my own mind. I will not let this criminal have the pleasure of putting me into a trance. I will not-

Wasp turned the dataslate towards Captain Vasser for her to look at. On it was a blaring, spinning spiral. Automatically, Captain Vasser stared straight at it. An instant later, her shoulders slumped and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Her eyes lost focus, and the simulated world around her disappeared into a blurred haze - all except for the spiral.

She was hypnotized.

Wasp laughed, and her eyes sparkled with gleeful arousal. “Oh my god. The famous Captain Vasser couldn’t even hold out for ten seconds. That’s amazing. How many times have you gotten yourself off to this exact situation, huh? A hundred times? More?”

Captain Vasser couldn’t answer her. Her thoughts were all draining away, and words turned into dumb, drooling moans on her lips before she could speak them. Through the fog of hypnosis, the only thing she managed to remain conscious of was the bitter, humiliating lick of defeat.

“It’s a cute little fantasy, don’t get me wrong,” Wasp giggled. “Hot for student? I can see the appeal. And I just love some of the things you have them do to you next.”

Captain Vasser tried to mount any kind of protest - a cry, an insult, a growl of rage. All that came out of her mouth was a muted whine that prompted yet more giggles from her tormentor.

“Normally, I’d get creative,” Wasp mused. “But that seems pointless when right here in your computer systems, I have a wonderful list of all the right buttons to push. Oh, and, by the way? Congrats on the trigger you gave yourself for this scenario in particular. Irony is just delicious.” She cleared her throat. “Captain, take your jacket off for me. That’s an order.”

The trigger phrase hit Captain Vasser like a gut punch. It was meant to be a twist of the knife - a mere recruit with a talent for hypnosis using her military training against her - and it bit all the deeper when the one wielding it was a hated enemy. Immediately, Captain Vasser was just itching to obey. Her hands twitched and elbows tensed as her sole overriding instinct became lifting her top off over her head.

It was only Wasp’s infuriating, smug face that allowed her to stop herself halfway through. Captain Vasser was a fighter. Whatever else she was, that remained true. She wasn’t going to let this woman beat her so easily.

“Aw, c’mon.” Wasp pouted, although it was only a moment before a grin returned to her face. “Gonna make me work for it, huh? Fine by me.”

She took a step forwards, bringing the dataslate with the spiral closer to Captain Vasser’s face.

“Look deeper,” she urged, her voice suddenly becoming alarmingly soft and seductive. “Deep breaths, remember? In, and out. In, and out. Just like that. It’s perfectly natural, right? Second nature, at this point.”

“N-no,” Captain Vasser whispered, trance drawing her voice out into a sleepy drawl.

“Yes,” Wasp coaxed. “You can do it, babygirl. Nice, deep breaths. Just like you’ve practiced. You’ve done this so many times. It’s automatic. And I bet you can feel it working. A fetishist like you? You know the signs.”

Captain Vasser could. It was undeniable. She whimpered. “Won’t… let you… hypnotize me.”

“I’m not hypnotizing you,” Wasp said sweetly.

Confused, Captain Vasser blinked sluggishly.

“You’re hypnotizing yourself,” Wasp said softly. “You programmed all this, captain. This place. This spiral. This defeat. It’s all by you, for you. You spent so much time here in the holodeck, refining it bit by bit to make it more effective. You did this, captain. You can fight me, but you can’t fight yourself. So go ahead and sink. That’s an order.”

Why is that so fucking hot? That was the last independent thought Captain Vasser could manage before the trigger took hold of her. She was forced to let go of her resistance, and when she did, the hacker’s earlier command won out. Captain Vasser slipped out of her uniform jacket and discarded it to the ground.

“Perfect,” Wasp purred. Her wicked, impish demeanor was such an insidious contrast with the recruit’s uniform she was wearing. It was exactly the kind of personality Captain Vasser liked to give to her simulated hypnotists. “Nice body, captain. I can tell you keep yourself in good shape. And lingerie, under the uniform? That’s the perfect present for me to unwrap.”

If Captain Vasser hadn’t slumped so deeply into trance, she would have been embarrassed. When she had holodeck time, she liked wearing something a little daring under her uniform. It made her feel sexy. No one had ever known, until now.

"What should I do with you now?” Wasp mused. “It’s almost too much! I feel like a kid at Christmas. We can get to the serious stuff later. For now, I just want to make sure to leave a nice, deep impression on you. I think I have the perfect idea, judging from all the kinky scenarios in your private collection.”

Wasp snapped her fingers. The instant she did, a large bench appeared right behind her, for her to throw herself back onto. Lounging back, she crossed her feet at the ankles. All the better to draw Captain Vasser’s attention to the other thing that had just changed: her footwear.

Suddenly, Wasp was wearing a pair of tall, shiny, rubber, platform ballet boots.

Captain Vasser gasped.

“Oh wow.” Wasp uncrossed and re-crossed her ankles. “That certainly had an impact.”

Captain Vasser couldn’t say anything. She was utterly transfixed. Along with hypnosis, this was her most devastating Achilles’ heel.

“Who knew that the captain of the Inyx had such an embarrassing little fetish?” Wasp tittered. “What would your crew think, hm? I’m delighted that you’re into something so direct. So base. So… so porny. It’s such a fun little string to tug on, for a woman of your station.”

Protest was so far beyond the starship captain. The trance kept her mind placid and still, but her body was responding eagerly to Wasp’s provocation. Captain Vasser could feel herself flushing hot, and a telltale wetness was growing between her legs. Her weak, whimpering moans were coming out wet and needy as drool started to pool on her lips.

“Oh my god,” Wasp laughed. She uncrossed her ankles again. To Captain Vasser, the way the light played on the shiny rubber as she moved was every bit as hypnotic as the spiral. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to make you beg for it. I’m much more interested in simply watching you fall. Go ahead, captain. Do as your twisted little heart desires. That’s an order.”

Captain Vasser didn’t hesitate for even an instant. She threw herself down onto her knees and put her face less than an inch away from Wasp’s gorgeous boots. Then, she paused for a moment, and closed her eyes so that she could savor the familiar scent of rubber and polish. For her, the scent was always more visceral than the sight, no matter how gorgeous she found boots like these. It was like Pavlov’s bell. Captain Vasser’s drool started spilling over her lips and trickling down her face.

Then, she opened her mouth, leaned forward, and kissed.

This time, Wasp had used hardlight. Captain Vasser could feel the boot under her lips, just as real as if it had been truly there, and in the moment she failed to feel anything other than pathetic gratitude for the indulgence. This was what she craved. She craved it all day long, until she could seal herself away in the holodeck and give in to her fetishes. It was just like Wasp had said. Captain Vasser had trained herself to respond this way.

She’d trained herself to lose to spirals and boots.

Captain Vasser started to worship. ‘Worship’ was the term she always used in her head. It was the hottest one she could think of, and the one that best fit. The way she started to kiss and lick Wasp’s boots was slow and reverent. She took her time as she worked her way across their surface, kissing every little spot with loving devotion before drawing her tongue over them in long, lapping strokes like she was trying to polish them herself. It was a slow, methodical process, but to Captain Vasser it was anything but boring. To her, every moment was heaven, and with each second that passed she could feel herself growing steadily wetter and more aroused. The sound of Wasp’s ringing laughter was, to her shame, just another part of the fantasy she was losing herself in.

“Amazing,” Wasp purred. She made no secret of the fact she was turned on too. “I never could have dreamt I’d get you like this, captain, but it’s so good to know that being treated this way is exactly what you want, deep down. Now - the heels.”

The hacker turned her feet, pushing the heels of her tall boots toward Captain Vasser. The captain didn’t flinch, just parted her lips and took one of the heels into her mouth, fellating the length of rubber as best she could.

“Fuck,” Wasp breathed. “I can’t tell you how good you look like this. I’m gonna get a lot of use out of all the pics I’m saving. Just imagine if that cute second-in-command you’ve got saw this. The other heel, now.”

Captain Vasser obeyed. She switched over to the other heel, leaving the first one slick with her saliva. She lavished the second one with equally devoted attention but almost choked when Wasp pushed forward, shoving the heel into her throat.

“C’mon, captain,” she jeered. “You can take it.”

Hypnosis kept her gag reflex suppressed, but even so, Captain Vasser struggled to accommodate the pointed heel of Wasp’s ballet boots, especially as Wasp moved and pushed and jostled her around. The hypnotized captain fought to take as much of it as she could, kissing her way along its length, but in the process, she ended up with her drool smeared messily all the way down her own face. Wasp laughed at the sight of the captain’s blank, entranced face being violated and defiled.

“Nice clean boots at last,” she sighed contentedly. “I guess you military types are good for something after all. Though I see you’re making a fine mess of yourself in the process.”

Even through trance, Captain Vasser felt a faint pulse of shame. She could feel that her uniform pants were soaked through with her own juices, and clinging embarrassingly to her thighs.

“My poor little captain needs some attention, huh?” Wasp mocked. “Show me how you usually get yourself off in this scenario, captain. That’s an order.”

Captain Vasser squirmed and twitched a little from the sheer humiliation of the command, but her obedience was still immediate. She raised herself up onto her knees, pressed herself against the boot Wasp extended forwards, and started to hump it.

Immediately, the holodeck was filled with the sound of Captain Vasser’s loud, lewd moans. Until she felt the tip of Wasp’s boot grinding against her cunt, the captain hadn’t realized just how incredibly sensitive she was. Trance had made her numb, but now all of that sensation came roaring back, along with blistering heat and even more urgent need. Instinct took hold, and she started bucking her hips automatically in search of more stimulation. Captain Vasser needed to cum so badly, and Wasp’s command only heightened her desperation.

“Oh my god!” Wasp exclaimed, laughing. “Look at you. The great Captain Yvonne Vasser, fucking herself on her target’s foot, reduced to nothing more than a mewling, brainwashed bootslut. Are you really that weak to this, huh?”

Captain Vasser could only nod. It was undeniable. She felt like nothing more than a dumb, rutting animal. Shiny, tall boots always did this to her. She didn’t know why. She didn’t know how she got such an intense fetish. But something about them was a lightning bolt straight into the stupidest, horniest part of her reptile brain. This wasn’t the first time she’d cum this way. Each time, it got easier and easier and better and better. Each time, she got more and more hooked on the fetish. But this was the first time someone else had seen her do it, and that humiliating knowledge made all her pleasure burn ten times as bright.

“Captain,” Wasp mocked, “you’re making a mess of my boot again. All your hard work undone! I guess I’ll have to make you clean it again.”

The captain was beyond replying with anything more than wordless moaning. This was too much. She was already cumming, but she couldn’t stop. Her body needed more, so she kept rutting and bucking and humping, no free will left in her head to consider how utterly pathetic it was. Each time Captain Vasser moved back and forth, there was a distinct wet noise from how utterly soaked the front of her uniform was. Each time, it was a reminder of how badly she’d lost.

Under hypnosis, Captain Vasser didn’t care. She just kept cumming her brains out over Wasp’s boot.

Eventually, Wasp drew her foot back. “Alright, that’s enough,” she said. “I’m not the kind of girl to outstay my welcome. There’s a few bored technicians poking around, and I wouldn’t want your people to figure out I’m in their systems. That would ruin everything.”

Captain Vasser rocked back, then stopped. Her head was emptier than ever. Pleasure had robbed her of every last thought, and all she could do was twitch unsteadily from the aftershocks of her countless orgasms. Wasp had long since put the dataslate down, but she could still see the spiral spinning in her mind’s eye.

“Stand up,” Wasp ordered. Captain Vasser obeyed. Wasp looked at her thoughtfully. “I can’t resist,” the hacker added. “One more for the road. Captain, give me a salute. That’s an order.”

Captain Vasser had no strength left in her body, but the trigger took hold all the same. Her muscles came to life and, as her back stiffened, her arm snapped upwards in a crisp salute. Wasp watched her admiringly and, as some semblance of intelligent thought returned to the captain, it dawned on her what she must look like.

She was hypnotized. Her eyes were blank and unfocused, and her face slack. Her jacket had been removed, exposing lingerie, and what was left of her uniform was completely and hopelessly defiled by her own arousal. She smelt of sex, and she was flushed and twitching like she’d just been fucked. And to make all that so much worse, she was saluting in a depraved parody of military discipline

Captain Vasser no longer had the fight left in her to consider it all anything but devastatingly hot.

“Perfect,” Wasp nodded, grinning. “Now listen up, captain. That’s an order. I need to explain how you’re going to forget all about this, and what you’re going to do the next time you come calling."

***

Doctor Hiraga couldn’t help but tap her feet impatiently as she waited outside the holodeck. She was eager to enjoy her slot of rec time, but the deck was currently in use. Whoever was in there was running late, and that was strange because according to the schedule, the person in there was the captain. It wasn’t like the captain to be late for anything. She’d have to ask her if everything was OK at her next physical.

Abruptly, the door slid open. Doctor Hiraga made ready to salute, but what she saw stopped her in her tracks.

Captain Vasser looked utterly disheveled. There was no other word for it. Her top looked distinctly crumpled, and there was a huge, suggestive stain on the front of her pants. Her hair was an uncharacteristic mess, and she greeted Doctor Hiraga with a blank stare. It was like she was in some kind of daze.

“Captain?” Doctor Hiraga ventured uncertainly.

A little light seemed to return to Captain Vasser’s eyes. That would have been reassuring, had it not been for the fact that the captain seemed completely unaware that there was anything amiss. Doctor Hiraga would have expected something - an apology, an explanation, even a show of embarrassment. Instead, Captain Vasser just nodded to her.

“Greetings, Doctor,” she said mechanically. “Enjoy your recreation.”

With that, she marched off in the direction of her quarters. Doctor Hiraga stared after her in disbelief.

She was going to have to see if she could find out what Captain Vasser was using her holodeck time for.