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A Commanding Weakness

Chapter 3

by Kallie

Tags: #cw:noncon #clothing #dom:female #f/f #pov:bottom #scifi #sub:female #boot_worship #instant_loss

Disclaimer: If you are under age wherever you happen to be accessing this story, please refrain from reading it. Please note that all characters depicted in this story are of legal age, and that the use of 'girl' in the story does not indicate otherwise. This story is a work of fantasy: in real life, hypnosis and sex without consent are deeply unethical and examples of such in this story does not constitute support or approval of such acts. This work is copyright of Kallie 2023, do not repost without explicit permission

Chief Samira Carter was having a good day. It was her day off, and as chief of security on the Inyx, she didn’t get many of those. Especially not now that they had chased Wasp, the criminal vandal-hacker, all the way to the furthest and most dangerous parts of the rim of Alliance space. This was the kind of time when standards slipped and tempers frayed, and it was Chief Carter’s job to make sure that didn’t happen. Captain Vasser was perfectly capable of running a tight ship, of course, but it wasn’t appropriate to dirty the captain’s hands with every petty squabble and misdeed amongst the crew.

Dealing with all that fell to Chief Carter. Nobody talked back to a good security officer, and she was a great security officer.

As she walked through the Inyx’s passageways and bulkheads, everyone who she passed looked at her with a healthy mixture of fear, respect, and admiration. On her days off, Chief Carter was particularly grateful to be able to bask in that last one. She put a hell of a lot of effort into her body, and she was always glad to get some appreciation for it. Tall and broad-shouldered, she certainly had the build of a security officer, and she spent just about every spare hour she could in the Inyx’s gymnasium keeping her large, prominent muscles nicely toned and finely honed.

When she was off-duty, like today, the regs even permitted her to wear a simple, black tank top instead of the usual button-up uniform jacket. She loved the looks it put on the faces of some of the younger girls on the crew.

But today she had something more to bother with than winking at the women ogling her to make them blush. She had an appointment with the ship’s chief medical officer.

“Hey, doctor,” Chief Carter called out, as she walked into the medbay. “How’s it going?”

“Chief.” Dr. Hiraga rose to meet her, a warm, professional smile on her face. “Thank you for coming. I trust I haven’t interrupted anything important? I was under the impression that you were off duty, but you look busy.”

“Don’t worry.” Chief Carter laughed heartily. “I was just pumping some iron. I’m afraid I had to come straight from the gym.”

She knew Dr. Hiraga was reacting to the sheen of sweat covering her muscular body. In truth, it was simply how Chief Carter often liked to present herself. It usually had the desired effect. Her rich, olive skin looked incredible that way, she’d often been told. She could have showered, but instead she’d just taken a little time to make sure her chin-length bob of black hair looked good.

Dr. Hiraga wasn’t her usual type. But you never knew.

“I’ll be sure not to keep you,” Dr. Hiraga replied. “As you know, it’s mostly just a check-up.”

“I’m sure it’ll be quick,” Chief Carter quipped as the two of them went to sit down. “As you can see, I’m in great shape.”

Dr. Hiraga laughed politely. “I’m sure. But today we’re more interested in your mental health than your physical health.”

“Pfft. I don’t really go in for that kind of stuff, but alright.” Chief Carter sat back, one arm resting over the back of her chair. “What do you need to ask?”

The doctor pulled something up on her datapad. “Well, it’s been a long tour, and we haven’t seen much success so far. How are you handling the stress?”

Chief Carter shrugged easily. “It’s nothing. I’m used to it.”

“Are you sure?” Dr. Hiraga pressed. “As chief of security, there’s a lot of pressure on your shoulders.”

“My shoulders can handle it.” Chief Carter flexed a little, grinning. “If I get frustrated, all I need to do is picture what I’m gonna do to that Wasp once we get our hands on her.”

“That’s certainly what I like to hear.” Something lively and daring suddenly flashed through Dr. Hiraga’s eyes and - to Chief Carter’s shock - she bit her bottom lip. “Don’t worry, Chief. I trust you. I’m looking at those shoulders of yours very, very carefully.”

She was plainly flirting and, for once, Chief Carter was too stunned to flirt back. This was the last thing she’d expected from the ship’s mousy doctor.

“Right.” She laughed awkwardly, immediately unsure if she’d simply imagined it.

“Do you feel you have coping methods for the stresses that your role presents?” Dr. Hiraga asked, flipping back to professionalism. “Friends? Hobbies? Ways to blow off steam?”

“Well, sure. That’s what I go to the gymnasium for.” Chief Carter gestured at her biceps. “There’s no better way to deal with things than lifting something nice and heavy. It gives you a goal to strive for. Gets you out of your own head. It feels great, even if it does leave you a little sweaty.”

“So I see.” Dr. Hiraga’s eyes flashed again. “You make it sound very appealing, Chief. Perhaps I’ll have to pay you a visit at the gym sometime - if you wouldn’t mind, of course.”

Her flirtatious tone threw the security chief off-balance again. “You mean, to work out? Sure. I’d be more than happy to show you the ropes, spot for you, stuff like that.”

“Oh, no.” Dr. Hiraga giggled uncharacteristically. “I was just thinking that I’d love to watch.”

Chief Carter blinked and then looked at her sharply. There was no way she had imagined that. Dr. Hiraga was certainly in some kind of mood. Besides her flirtiness, she was calmer and more assured than Chief Carter had ever seen before. And… was she wearing something underneath her uniform? Chief Carter could see, just barely, a few hints of something black and shiny. It looked kinky.

A slow smile crept over Chief Carter’s face. Was Dr. Hiraga having some kind of midlife crisis? Whatever was happening, it was clearly good for her. The doctor had always been so high-strung, and if discovering her wild side was helping her to get over that, Chief Carter was happy for her.

Plus, she’d be happy to help. Fraternizations between officers were strictly regulated, of course, but as chief of security, Chief Carter felt entitled to bend the rules a little, provided she was being discreet. Dr. Hiraga had never really caught her eye before, but she certainly wasn’t bad-looking, and Chief Carter found herself suddenly curious about what, exactly, was going on under that uniform.

“Sure,” Chief Carter replied slowly, grinning. “You can come watch. I bet there are all kinds of things I could show you.”

“I bet.” Dr. Hiraga took a moment to smile daringly at her before moving on. “Well, I think it’s safe to say that you’re doing great. Now let’s take care of the procedure.”

Chief Carter suddenly frowned. “The procedure?” She’d heard nothing about this.

“An inoculation,” Dr. Hiraga explained. “We’re entering a region of space inhabited by a unique void-faring alien species called the Kressari. They make use of a unique song with mind-altering effects. I’ve devised a simple procedure to protect each of us from those effects.”

“I see,” Chief Carter replied cautiously. This was all news to her. “What does it involve?”

“A simple holo-stimulant nano-implant, based on our ship’s very own holodeck technology.” Dr. Hiraga stood up and started making a few preparations. “It’s injected via the aural canal and attaches to the optic nerve. From there, it makes use of holographic projections that can cancel out other mind-altering effects.”

“Huh.” Chief Carter was taken aback. She trusted Dr. Hiraga, obviously, but she’d never heard of the Kressari before, and this was the kind of thing she’d expect to find out about in a briefing or a ship-wide announcement. “And… this is all coming from Captain Vasser, right?”

“Why, of course.” Dr. Hiraga turned back to her and handed her datapad to the security chief. “Here.”

Chief Carter looked. Sure enough, it was right there - an order to inoculate the crew just as Dr. Hiraga had described, signed by the captain herself. That was more than enough to set Chief Carter at ease.

“What do you need me to do?” Chief Carter asked, shrugging.

“Over here, please.”

Dr. Hiraga beckoned Chief Carter over from her desk to one of the large, reclining examination chairs that occupied the medbay, surrounded by various pieces of medical equipment. Chief Carter obligingly hopped up into the chair and lay down, resting her head on the comfortable headrest. Dr. Hiraga bustled next to her, preparing for the procedure.

“Your hand, please,” the doctor said.

Chief Carter offered it to her immediately, but froze when she saw what the doctor was holding. “Um… what is that for?”

The doctor had reached under the chair and retrieved a large, sturdy-looking leather cuff, attached to the examination chair by a length of cable.

“I’m afraid restraints are standard procedure for this kind of thing,” Dr. Hiraga replied calmly. “Just in case. A few brief muscle spasms aren’t out of the question. We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Uh-huh,” Chief Carter said nervously.

This day was getting stranger and stranger but she had no reason to question the ship’s doctor, especially when she was acting on the captain’s orders. Still, Chief Carter found herself beginning to sweat and squirm as Dr. Hiraga moved carefully around the bed attaching the restraints - one for each wrist and each ankle.

“Y-you know, these might not actually help all that much.” Chief Carter made a show of tensing her muscles, and did her best to keep her voice light and jovial. “I’m sure they’re good enough for most of your patients, but I bet I could bust out in a heartbeat if I really tried.”

Dr. Hiraga had moved away to inspect her datapad, but she glanced back with a look of intense amusement on her face. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”

Something about her complete and total assurance sent a shiver down Chief Carter’s spine. “Yeah?”

“These are designed to hold anyone, chief,” Dr. Hiraga said. “And I do mean anyone. But, if you like, feel free to try them.”

Chief Carter blinked. “Huh.”

“Try it,” Dr. Hiraga repeated. “Try and break out. Give it your best shot.”

That light in her eyes was back, and there was something unreadable in the amusement on her face. This wasn’t the uptight, professional doctor Chief Carter was used to. “No, uh, I was just kidding around,” Chief Carter replied bashfully. “I wouldn’t want to break anything.”

“Not much chance of that, I promise you.” An unusual smirk came to the doctor’s face. “Besides, you’ve got me curious. Go ahead.”

“N-no.” Now, Chief Carter was really struggling to keep her voice light. “I mean, I-“

“What’s the matter?” Dr. Hiraga dared insistently. The flirtiness in her voice was back too. “The big, strong chief of security doesn’t want to put on a show? That doesn’t sound like you! You’re not scared, are you?”

Chief Carter couldn’t ignore that. It was a regular refrain between her gym buddies back on Earth, and she never backed down from a challenge. “Of course not!” she shot back, her cheeks slightly red. “Just don’t go blaming me if I break your chair. I warned you.”

Dr. Hiraga simply nodded and stood back to watch, a lurid, curious expression on her face. Chief Carter knew she couldn’t back down now. She sat up as much as she was able, braced herself against the chair with her left arm, and then started to bend her right, engaging her powerful biceps as much as she could to try and fight against the restraints.

Nothing.

Chief Carter had been hoping to at least feel them budge. They didn’t. There was no give. No elasticity. The restraints were merciless. She strained as hard as she could, uncomfortably conscious of the doctor’s gaze, but all she managed to do was exhaust herself. The longer she tried without success, the more a nameless, shameful tingling started to build within her body.

After a few more long moments, there was nothing for her to do but admit defeat.

When she slumped back into the examination chair, Chief Carter heard Dr. Hiraga laugh at her failure. That made her cheeks burn much, much hotter.

“You see?” Dr. Hiraga teased. “Now, allow me to just…”

She tapped a few times on the control panel next to the chair. There was a hum of energy coming from underneath Chief Carter, and then the cables connected to the cuffs around her wrists and ankles suddenly pulled tight, yanking the security chief’s thick, muscular limbs flat against the chair and binding her firmly in place. Chief Carter let out a surprised yelp.

“Doc! You could have warned me.”

“It’s all for your own safety,” Dr. Hiraga assured her. “Besides, does it really matter? You’re no more helpless now than you were before.”

Helpless. That word ran straight through Chief Carter’s body like a shock. “I’m not-“

“You know, it was very cute watching you strain just now.” Dr. Hiraga’s voice was edging beyond teasing, into mockery. “Huffing and puffing, straining and flexing. You looked so surprised! Not used to feeling overpowered, are you?”

A strangled noise erupted from Chief Carter’s throat. Words slipped away from her, as her body burned hotter and hotter.

“It was quite the sight,” Dr. Hiraga continued, walking around the bed so she could stand next to the chief’s head. “Just imagine if the rest of the crew saw you like this. Especially all those recruits you end up drilling. They’re so scared of you! I bet they wouldn’t be if they saw the big, strong, muscley Chief Carter looking as weak as a kitten.”

Chief Carter had to choke on her breath not to moan.

“Don’t worry. It won’t be for long. Although it could be, couldn’t it?” Dr. Hiraga reached out and stroked a finger along Chief Carter’s cheek. She was obviously enjoying that the chief couldn’t stop her. “I could keep you tied down here for a nice, long time if I really wanted to. It’s not like you could do anything to stop me, could you?”

“D-d-doctor!” Chief Carter spluttered. “T-this isn’t funny.”

“Come to think of it, let me just make sure we aren’t disturbed.” Dr. Hiraga tapped the console again, and Chief Carter heard the disconcerting clunk of the medbay’s doors locking shut. “You’re right, it’s not funny,” she said, turning back. “I’m not joking. I’m enjoying myself in a very different way.”

Chief Carter’s blood started to run cold. This wasn’t right. Dr. Hiraga didn’t behave this way. This was more than just a weird day. Something had happened - was happening - to the doctor. Something serious.

“D-Doctor Hiraga.” Chief Carter tried to make her voice firm instead of breathless. “Let me go. Right now.”

“No,” Dr. Hiraga replied at once. Hearing her say it like that, point-blank, confirmed Chief Carter’s worst fears. “ You haven’t taken your medicine yet, Chief Carter. I need to make sure you take your medicine. She told me to.”

“She? The captain?”

“No,” Dr. Hiraga said again. “Her.” She glanced up, momentarily addressing the room. “Computer. Activate the emergency medical hologram.”

Hidden projectors concealed all around the medbay whirred into life and, within just a few moments, an image made of hardlight materialized on the opposite side of the examination chair from Dr. Hiraga. Chief Carter recognized who it was at once, and it made her heart start pounding a double rhythm.

It was Wasp.

Chief Carter would have recognized the amoral hacker anywhere. She’d certainly spent enough time staring at her file. Those punk tattoos and that slicked streak of neon green hair were unmistakable. She’d never seen an image of Wasp looking quite like this, though. The hacker’s hologram was wearing an old-fashioned white-and-red nurse’s outfit that was made entirely out of shiny rubber and that was unapologetically porny in its tightness and skimpiness. Chief Carter hoped against hope that it was nothing more than a hologram, but her hopes were dashed when Wasp came to life with a malicious, impish grin.

“What’s the matter, doc?” Wasp drawled. “Have we got a rowdy patient on our hands?” She glanced down at Chief Carter, and then wolf-whistled theatrically. “Wow! They weren’t kidding. She’s a real beefcake.”

“What the-“ Chief Carter immediately redoubled her efforts to break free of the restraints, but that served only as a stomach-churning reminder of how helpless she was. Now that the restraints had been pulled tight, her efforts were even more futile. “Release me! Right now!”

“Nope!” Wasp replied breezily. “She just told you. You gotta take your medicine.”

“She…” Chief Carter turned toward the doctor. “Doctor Hiraga! How could you do this? Is she forcing you? Paying you? Blackmailing you? Or are you truly just-“

Her accusations died on her lips when, for the first time, she truly looked deep into Dr. Hiraga’s eyes. Earlier, she had only seen the dancing light of enjoyment and flirtation. Now she could look beyond that, and see it for what it was: nothing but a reflection caught in the glassy eyes of a doll. In truth, Dr. Hiraga’s eyes were blank. They were a yawning void, indicating nothing but a total lack of will or awareness.

All her gleeful teasing from before was gone too. Chief Carter instinctively realized that Dr. Hiraga wasn’t in control of herself. Earlier, she had been nothing but a puppet playing out her assigned part. Now that it was over, she was as limp as a discarded marionette.

And Wasp, of course, was the puppeteer.

“What have you done to her?” Chief Carter demanded.

“Just a little holodeck hypnotism,” Wasp answered lightly. “Don’t worry. You’ll get your taste soon enough.”

Chief Carter didn’t like the sound of that one bit. “And… you faked the captain’s seal?” she asked hopefully, even though she was already dreading the answer.

“No need.” Wasp giggled wickedly. “Vasser was the first. But not the last. Oh no.”

Chief Carter’s head was starting to spin. If Wasp already had Captain Vasser wrapped around her little finger, the whole ship was in danger. That made escaping even more urgent. She was the chief of security. It was her job to keep everyone safe, and that meant she needed to figure out how to get free.

“What are you going to do to me?” she demanded, as much as anything to try and keep Wasp talking.

“Why, me? Can’t you tell? I’m the emergency medical hologram!” Wasp twirled, almost flipping up her latex miniskirt. “The outfit is more than just fanservice for the doctor here. It’s just like she said. We’re going to give you a little procedure.”

That truly made Chief Carter’s blood run cold. “What kind of procedure?”

“She already told you, meathead,” Wasp mocked. “Well, not the stuff about it being an inoculation against aliens. That was bullshit. But yeah, we’re going to give you a fun little implant. Something to make you nice and docile for me.”

“That’ll never work!” Chief Carter raged at once. “I’ll never obey you!”

“That’s the spirit.” Wasp winked at her, before turning to Dr. Hiraga. “How are we looking, doc?”

“The implant is ready,” Dr. Hiraga replied. The lack of emotion in her voice was shocking. “However, my scanners indicate agitated theta rhythm activity from Chief Carter. It may interfere.”

“Hm.” Wasp stroked her chin thoughtfully. “Too much resistance, huh? Any suggestions?”

“A sedative is a possibility,” Dr. Hiraga said blankly. “But it would be necessary to fine-tune the dose. Too much or too little would render indoctrination ineffective.”

“I see,” Wasp mused, before a fresh grin came to her face. “We can worry about that later. For now, I have a different idea about how to deal with all that pesky resistance.”

“Good luck,” Chief Carter snorted. A faint hope had started to grow within her. All she had to do was hold out. Sooner or later, someone would come to find her. “You’ll need it. I’ll never break. Never. I’m as strong as steel.”

The devilish, lopsided grin that split Wasp’s face from ear to ear as she loomed over the captive security chief immediately wiped away Carter’s confidence.

“That’s the fun part, chief,” Wasp drawled. “You’re really, really not.”

“What are you talking about?” Chief Carter frowned nervously.

“You know, I’ve hacked all the way through your ship’s holographic systems and data,” Wasp crowed. “And wow, turns out everyone around here is hiding their dirty, kinky laundry in their holodeck scenarios! I guess that’s what comes of all this repressed, stuffed-shirt military shit. Anyway, I really, really liked what I found in yours.”

“N-no,” Chief Carter breathed, disbelieving, mortified.

“Oh yes,” Wasp cackled gleefully. “It's perfect. Almost cliché, really, but let no one say I’m not a fan of the classics.” She leaned in, putting her face very close to Chief Carter’s. “No wonder you were getting all hot and bothered when Doctor Hiraga was strapping you down.”

“S-shut up!”

Chief Carter had turned bright scarlet. She had never felt so humiliated. She longed to get up, to strike Wasp, to walk away - anything. But she couldn’t, and the certain knowledge of her own powerlessness itched at her, stimulating urges she longed to suppress.

“Honestly, you should be thanking me,” Wasp pronounced. “Just think of this as one of your naughty little fantasies come to life. Lie back and enjoy it. Enjoy feeling totally, pathetically weak and helpless.”

Those words were such a shock they made Chief Carter stop squirming. There was no denying it now. Wasp knew. Chief Carter couldn’t help running through her personal holodeck scenarios in the process - the naughty ones, the ones she kept secret. Among them were fantasies of being tied up and restrained. Fantasies of being overpowered. Fantasies of being drugged. The one thing they all had in common was defeat, and a specific angle of degradation.

Nothing got Chief Carter off harder than the thought of someone making the muscles and strength she was so proud of weak and useless, and then bullying her for it.

The way Dr. Hiraga was teasing her earlier had already hit uncomfortably close to home. The taunting smirk on her face as she’d watched the chief try and fail to break her bonds was something lifted straight from Chief Carter’s wet dreams. Now she understood why.

She prided herself on her strength. Her athleticism. Her impeccable physical condition. Someone watching it all fail her was a hot lash of humiliation that stirred up her body. It turned her stomach into a binding knot of craving and desperate, unbearable shame, and left her feeling like the ground had opened up beneath her, sending her tumbling, falling.

It was every bit as thrilling as it was horrifying, and a little voice at the back of Chief Carter’s mind always begged for more.

She whimpered. She couldn’t help it.

“Aw, look at that!” Wasp mocked. “The big strong bear has already turned into a meek little kitten. And I’ve barely had any fun yet.”

“S-shut up!” Chief Carter wished she had a wittier or more biting retort, but she didn’t. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t fucking think.

“Make me,” Wasp dared immediately. “Shut me up. C’mon. Oh, wait, you can’t. You’re trapped. You’re weak. Wanna take another run at those restraints?”

“I-I’m not,” Chief Carter insisted, and cringed when her voice came out as a whimper.

She couldn’t bring herself to try to break free again. She already knew what would happen, and how it would make her feel.

“Didn’t think so.” Wasp’s leering, victorious grin was another hot, humiliating lash. “Weak.”

Chief Carter started squirming again. She wasn’t even strong enough to keep herself from doing that.

“You can’t stop me doing anything I want,” Wasp pressed. “See?”

She reached out toward Chief Carter and stroked her fingertips over the lines of one of the muscular woman’s biceps. Her holographic form was made of hardlight, not flesh, but it was a close enough imitation to make Chief Carter twitch at the intimate touch. Wasp simply laughed at her plight.

“G-get off me!” Chief Carter protested weakly.

“Make me,” Wasp dared again. “Or else I’m going to go a lot further than just that. Like…”

The hacker bent over the examination chair, and it took Chief Carter far too long to realize that Wasp was about to kiss her. She tried to writhe out of the way but she could only move so much, and Wasp’s hands were immediately there to hold her head firm. The sensation of being overpowered by the person she was supposed to be apprehending sent an immediate quiver of shameful pleasure down Chief Carter’s spine.

Then Wasp kissed her.

There was nothing gentle or affectionate about the kiss. It was a pure power play. Wasp was making a show of the power she had over the restrained chief by claiming her lips and invading her mouth. Chief Carter couldn’t stop her, and couldn’t fight back.

So instead, she melted.

When Wasp finally pulled away, Chief Carter was left panting, her lips wet with drool, her cheeks stained with a girlish blush that didn’t suit her powerful body. The chief could see herself reflected in Wasp’s gleeful, malicious eyes, and what she saw there made her clench her thighs together in instinctive desperation.

“You see?” Wasp jeered. “You can’t stop me. You. Can’t. Stop. Me.”

“I-I…” The way the hacker drove the point home made it inescapable. Her words thundered through Chief Carter’s head, and the knot in her stomach kept binding tighter.

“But that’s just first base,” Wasp added, licking her lips. “And I’ve always been a greedy girl. The look on your face is already delicious, but I want way, way more. Let’s see…”

Wasp reached down Chief Carter’s body, and the chief saw white when she felt Wasp touch the belt buckle of her uniform pants.

“N-n-no!” she whined, as Wasp unfastened the buckle and unzipped her pants, pulling them down just a little to hang on her wide hips. “P… p…”

“Please?” Wasp threw back her head and laughed louder than ever. “Is that a ‘please’ I hear catching in your throat? Oh my god. I bet that stings, huh?”

“Hng… hrnngg.” Chief Carter was burning white hot. She wanted to escape from the heat of her own shame, but there was nowhere to go. She couldn’t even hide her face.

“Maybe ‘stings’ isn’t the right word,” Wasp said smugly. “But still. Big, bad Chief Samira Carter. I bet all the girls on the ship love you, huh? I wonder what they’d say if they saw you now. Tied up. Weak. Begging. Dripping wet.”

“Hffff.” Chief Carter tried to keep it out, but that suggestion wormed its way into her head. She found herself thinking about the women who had been ogling her earlier. The shame was ecstatic. “I-I’m… nnn…” she tried to say, fighting for her last shred of dignity. “Nnnot… wet…”

“Yeah? Let’s see, shall we?”

Wasp started peeling Chief Carter’s boxer shorts away from her body. The chief felt them come away sticky and wet. Wasp’s mocking laughter made her thrash her head from side to side.

“Remember what you were saying earlier?” she jeered. “Something about all the things you wanted to do to me when you caught me? How’s that looking now, chief?”

Chief Carter couldn’t answer. Her tongue hung limply out of her mouth. The sensation of falling was overwhelming.

“Maybe this’ll get you making some noise,” Wasp giggled, and pushed three of her fingers into the chief’s cunt.

Chief Carter let out one long, loud moan, girly and thick with pleasure. As soon as she heard the sound coming out of her own mouth, she tensed every single muscle in her body in an effort to stifle herself. It worked, but only just, and the way it made her back arch and her body writhe was just as humiliating as moaning.

When Wasp started pumping her fingers in and out in a rough, insistent rhythm, she lost control again. Wasp’s merciless bullying had put the muscular chief on a hair trigger, and the hacker seemed to know exactly how to touch her. Within moments, Chief Carter’s choked moans were forcing their way out of her throat and filling the medbay. The only thing louder was Wasp’s laughter, ringing inescapably in Chief Carter’s ears.

“Oh my god!” Wasp cried gleefully as she fucked her with her fingers. “Look at you now. I bet you couldn’t even pick yourself up out of that chair. I can’t believe this is all it takes. You’re so much easier than I thought you’d be, kitten.”

Her words made the boiling knot of humiliation and tension in Chief Carter’s stomach bind even tighter, and made her cunt clench down pitifully on Wasp’s fingers. The truth of her insults was what made Chief Carter truly burn. Her body felt like jelly. Even without the restraints, she wouldn’t be able to stand. Pleasure was robbing her of all her strength, and it was rapidly building to a mortifying peak.

“Gonna come for me already?” Wasp was increasing her pace, her thumb brushing against Chief Carter’s throbbing clit. “I didn’t know you were this much of a quickshot, too. It’s pathetic.”

“N-n-noooo,” Chief Carter howled in futile defiance.

“Oh yeah? Let’s see.”

Wasp did the cruelest thing possible: she started to pull back, making her strokes shallower and keeping her fingertips from reaching the most sensitive places inside Chief Carter’s body. And shamefully, the chief couldn’t find the strength to stop herself from thrusting forward with her hips as much as her restraints would allow, desperate for more stimulation.

She didn’t want this, but her body needed it. Chief Carter was so unbelievably weak to Wasp’s torture.

Wasp howled with laughter as she played Chief Carter like a musical instrument. Her wide, manic eyes were fixated on her victim’s face as she drew strength and glee from the increasingly humiliated, needy, pleasure-drunk expressions that Chief Carter wore.

“Look at you,” Wasp mocked. “You can’t even stop yourself from enjoying it.”

Shamefully, Chief Carter couldn’t help but feel an instinctive, animal gratitude when Wasp started finger-fucking her in earnest again, bringing the wave of her orgasm to its crest. She screamed like a trapped beast as she came, absolute humiliation burning through her mind as she soiled Wasp’s fingers with her wetness.

Wasp took a moment to bask in her victory, but soon turned serious. “Doc,” she called out to one side. “The implant, if you please.”

Dr. Hiraga, who had been standing at attention on the other side of the examination chair, picked up a hypospray from a nearby tray and handed it across to Wasp. Still in the throes of orgasm, Chief Carter only caught a quick look. She saw something pointed and threatening attached to one end.

“Hold her,” Wasp commanded.

The brainwashed doctor moved to hold Chief Carter’s head still. Chief Carter was starting to come down from her humiliating, orgasmic high and regain a little sense, but she still wasn’t able to fight Dr. Hiraga off. The doctor was slight and far from athletic, but Chief Carter felt as weak as a kitten. Her proud muscles wouldn’t obey her, and so she was helpless as Wasp held the hypospray to her ear.

“Time to take your medicine,” Wasp drawled, before pulling the trigger.

Accompanied by the sound of decompressing air, the procedure felt like an icicle being driven deep into Chief Carter’s ear - deeper than was physically possible, so deep it felt like it was reaching her brain. She squirmed uselessly as she felt her mind curdle, the intrusive sensation of the nano-liquid driving all thoughts out of her head. Then, as the implant attached to her optic nerve, strange, glitch-like artifacts started to flake across her vision.

Chief Carter felt utterly helpless. Wasp was inside her now. She could sense something moving within her, changing her, a spider spreading its web throughout her brain. She wasn’t sure if it was a phantom sensation or not.

“How are we looking, doc?” Wasp asked, after a moment.

Dr. Hiraga checked her datapad. “Implant is active and ready for use.”

“Perfect!” Wasp drew herself up authoritatively in an impression of Captain Vasser made all the more mocking by her slutty nurse’s outfit. “Now, on my mark.”

She snapped her fingers.

Dr. Hiraga tapped on her datapad and at once, the holo-stimulant implant behind Chief Carter’s eyes came to life, blaring colors that were impossibly vivid and blindingly bright. Captain Vasser shuddered and seized up as the holographic lights overstimulated her nerves and saturated all of her senses. She couldn’t just see the lights, she could hear them. Taste them. Feel them.

A spiral.

It was a spiral, spinning; a dizzying kaleidoscope that drowned her as it turned. The implant blared so bright it shone all the way through her eyes, turning her eyeballs themselves into spinning, spiral orbs that glowed with electric intensity, bathing the space in front of Chief Carter with an unnatural light she could not herself see.

She couldn’t see the room, only the spiral, as it sunk deep into her psyche and imprinted upon her.

Eventually, mercifully, it stopped. Chief Carter slumped completely limp. No workout had ever left her feeling more wrung out. Her head was throbbing like it was about to split open, and she could still see that shining spiral whenever she blinked. She felt ruined.

“Talk to me, doc,” Wasp commanded. She was watching Chief Carter intently.

“All the readouts are good,” Dr. Hiraga reported in a flat monotone. “Preliminary test complete. Basic hypno-conditioning has been implanted successfully, along with the triggers you specified.”

“Perfect.” Wasp’s voice turned breathy and eager. “Fuck, that was hot. I bet the cap would be creaming her panties if she’d seen that. Too bad she’s stuck on the bridge. Oh well! Let’s get her free. The restraints are getting old.”

Dr. Hiraga obediently tapped on the nearby control panel, and the cuffs around Chief Carter’s wrists and ankles all simultaneously came loose.

Chief Carter couldn’t believe her luck. Finally, Wasp had made a mistake.

She felt like shit, but she wasn’t brainwashed like Dr. Hiraga. Not yet. She was still her own woman. And now she was free. Hidden reserves of strength surged within her. If nothing else, it would be enough to deal with Wasp, subdue Dr. Hiraga, and alert the rest of the Inyx’s crew.

Chief Carter took one single deep breath before she leaped to her feet and threw herself at Wasp.

It was instinct more than anything. You couldn’t knock out a hardlight hologram, but you could sure as hell shove one aside for a moment. And a moment was all she would need. She raised her fist, ready to strike, but was greeted with nothing but Wasp’s supremely confident smirk.

“Melt, kitten,” the hacker said.

As soon as that first word washed over Chief Carter, she was undone. The post-hypnotic trigger took hold of her in an instant. Her muscles failed her. Her raised fist slumped back to her side, and she collapsed to her knees as her legs turned to jelly.

Finally, it clicked. It didn’t matter how strong Chief Carter was. Wasp was in control.

As she knelt before the hacker, Chief Carter felt like the weakest, most helpless woman in the galaxy. And it made her cunt start to drip again.

“That’s what I like to see,” Wasp cooed, as she looked into Chief Carter’s eyes. “Defeat. See? Medicine doesn’t always go down easy. But it’s good for you, chief. It really is.”

Chief Carter didn’t say anything. She was done. Her mind was still her own, for now, but her body was Wasp’s. She’d lost. There was no point in fighting. It was over.

“Here,” Wasp said. “Something to take care of the aftertaste.”

She lifted her white latex miniskirt and, with a wave of her hand, conjured up a huge hardlight cock, mounted to her body with straps and a harness. Wasp reached down and guided Chief Carter’s head to it, pushing the tip of the holographic strap-on past her lips.

Chief Carter started to suck. Even if she’d had the strength to fight, she no longer had the will.

“I think we can call the test a complete success,” Wasp purred, admiring the broken, muscular woman kneeling before her and sucking her strap-on. “Let’s take her the rest of the way.”

She snapped her fingers, and Dr. Hiraga reactivated the holo-stimulant implant.

Lights blared back into life, outshining Chief Carter’s pupils and irises with spinning spiral eyes and drowning both pleasure and humiliation with blissful, hypnotic oblivion.

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