The Destiny

Colonel Jennifer Taylor sat at the desk in her cabin looking at the latest dispatches from Fleet Command. What she saw brought a frown to her pretty face. The forty-three-year-old redhead did not like what she was reading. Earth’s war with the Omicron Confederacy, or OC, was not going well. Over the past two weeks, fourteen ships had either been destroyed or were missing, including the three vessels her ship was scheduled to meet up with for a coordinated attack against the Omicron forces in sector fifty-two.

Now, Jennifer’s ship, the Destiny, was on a search and rescue mission as the crew searched for any information as to the whereabouts of the Venture, the Fortune, and the Serenity, all of which were now listed by Command as missing. Each of the three missing vessels carried a crew of three hundred women, just like the Destiny. That was nine hundred missing crew members that needed the help of the Destiny, assuming any of them were still alive.

Jennifer knew the three commanding officers well. She had even had relationships with two of them years ago when they were all young officers just beginning their careers in the fleet. All had risen steadily through the ranks and when war broke out with the Omicron Confederacy five years ago, each of the four had been promoted to Colonel and given command of a warship. And each of the four quickly proved they were outstanding wartime commanding officers. The four had been instrumental in many key victories for the Earth forces.

But in recent months the tide had begun to turn against the Earth Fleet. There were rumors that the OC had developed a new weapon that the Earth vessels were powerless to stop. No one knew for certain exactly what this weapon was because none of the ships who had encountered it had ever returned. Over the past six months, Fleet Command lost contact with seventy ships, including the fourteen from the past two weeks.

Jennifer was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that the Earth Forces were now on the defensive. Earth and the OC had been fast friends for decades. The OC, like Earth, was a matriarchy and all of the warriors in their fleet were women. The women of the OC looked exactly like Earth women with two exceptions. Each woman had two protrusions from their foreheads that resembled small horns. And their skin was slightly tinted red. This caused many of the Earth women to refer to the women of the OC as “Devil Girls.” They did resemble female devils, and they were all quite beautiful.

No one on Earth was sure exactly what happened but apparently the Earth Ambassador to the OC had committed some kind of political faux pas and violated some taboo of theirs. She was immediately put to death. The Empress of the Omicron Confederacy expelled the rest of the diplomats but she and her daughters were assassinated shortly afterwards by an unknown assailant, though an agent for Earth was suspected to be the culprit. The Admiral in charge of the OC military, a beautiful woman named Solara, became the new Empress. She had the OC fleet launch a major offensive against the Earth forces and their allies.

The OC forces didn’t reach Earth but they did capture territory all the way to Sirius before the fleet was able to halt the advance and start driving the invaders back to their own territory.

It was at the battle to retake Sirius that Jennifer earned the Medal of Honor. She led a dash through the lines of the enemy with all of the Destiny’s weapons firing at the same time. They destroyed five enemy ships and severely damaged seven others. The Destiny also suffered heavy damage and heavy casualties. Half of her crew was killed and Jennifer herself was critically injured, though she stayed in the command center in control of her ship until the battle was over.

Jennifer’s bold move broke the lines of the OC and the remaining enemy ships retreated, giving Earth control of Sirius and her planets once again.

The OC stayed in retreat after that, even losing some star systems in their own territory. All of that changed six months ago when the Earth ships began to go missing and little by little, the OC began retaking their lost territory. It seemed as if the war would go on forever.

After she recovered from her injuries, Jennifer declined a promotion to Brigadier General, preferring to stay in command of the newly repaired Destiny and fight directly against the ships of the OC. She had a personal reason for wanting to fight. Her older sister, Marianne, was the ambassador whose death had precipitated the war. She wanted vengeance on the ones who had killed her. Regardless of what she had done, she didn’t deserve death. Her status as a diplomat should have protected her from that.

At the present time, the tide of the war had changed again and Jennifer was determined to find out why and do something about it. But first, she had to find out what happened to the missing ships commanded by her friends.

Suddenly, Jennifers thoughts were interrupted by the intercom.

“Colonel Taylor, please come to the command center, urgent,” came the voice of her second in command, Lieutenant Colonel Amanda Westlake.

“Acknowledged,” Jennifer answered. “I’m on my way.”

She stood up and left her cabin, heading to the command center.

* * *

“What’s up, Amanda?” Jennifer said as she walked into the command center of the ship.

Amanda Westlake was a thirty-eight-year-old blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman. She had served as Jennifer’s second in command four the past four years, ascending to that position after her predecessor had been killed during the battle of Sirius. She and her commander had also been lovers for three of those years.

“Long range sensors are picking up a ship, headed in our direction at sub light speeds,” Amanda replied. “It’s still too far away for an accurate identification but it appears to be on an intercept course. We should be in visual range in one hour.”

“Colonel,” said Captain Diana King, the Security Chief of the Destiny. “I recommend we raise the shields and prepare all weapons. We are in Omicron Confederacy territory and the ships we were searching for were last known to be in this area. If they were destroyed or captured, there could be many enemy vessels in the area.”

Diana was a beautiful woman of thirty-three. She stood six feet, three inches, weighed two hundred pounds, all solid muscle, had long, straight, black hair, and brown eyes. She could have easily been an Amazon warrior from mythology. She was a weapons and martial arts expert and could easily defeat three or more opponents at the same time in hand-to-hand combat. She was also a tactical genius during battle, with an ability to analyze a situation instantly and give sound advice in the midst of battle. Jennifer had come to rely on Diana’s instincts and recommendations.

“Shields, yes,” Jennifer said after a moment. “Weapons… not yet. I would hate to accidentally fire on one of our own ships.”

“Understood,” replied Diana. “Shields are up and at maximum.”

“They’ve spotted us, Ma’am,” helm officer Rebecca ‘Becca’ Eckhardt said. “The ship has changed course and is heading straight for us now.”

“Amanda, any identification on it yet?” Jennifer asked.

“Not quite, almost there,” replied Amanda as she looked at the sensor readings. “Got it! It’s the Serenity, Jen! And I’m reading roughly two hundred seventy-five life forms aboard her. She’s sustained a lot of damage, too. Light speed engines are out and three of her weapons arrays are not functioning.”

“Try to contact them,” ordered Jennifer. “On visual if possible.”

“Destiny to Serenity,” Amanda said as she activated a communications channel. “Serinity, this is the Destiny, please respond.”

The viewscreen flickered and the relieved face of Colonel Tami Swanson, the commanding officer of the Serenity, appeared. Tami was a beautiful woman of forty-two, with long hair dyed blue, and brown eyes.

“Thank the Goddess, it’s you, Jen!” Tami said with relief. “It really is you, isn’t it? I’m not hallucinating, am I?”

“It’s me, Tami,” Jennifer said with a smile. “What the hell happened to you guys? First, command lost contact with the Venture, then the Fortune, then the Serenity. With the rumors that the OC had developed some new weapon, we thought you had been destroyed.”

“We nearly were,” replied Tami. “I’m pretty sure the Venture was destroyed. We only found debris at their last known coordinates. And the Fortune… well, the Fortune was… corrupted, for lack of a better term.”

“What exactly do you mean by corrupted, Tami?” asked Jennifer.

“The new weapon the OC is using doesn’t destroy our ships,” she answered. “It’s an electromagnetic pulse beam that penetrates the shields and the hull and alters the brainwaves of the women on the ships. It puts them into a kind of hypnotic trance, making them mindless and obedient to the Devil Girls. It acts faster on some women than it does on others but eventually, the entire crew falls under the control of the OC. That’s what happened to the Fortune, and possibly the other ships that have gone missing.”

“I can’t believe it,” a thunderstruck Jennifer said. “There is no way Lelani Patterson would ever allow herself to work for the OC. She would rather die before giving in to them.”

“I thought the same thing, Jen,” Tami said ruefully. “Until we ran across them. They claimed they were in distress and when we lowered our shields to assist them, they boarded us and tried to take over the Serenity. I lost thirty of my crew, five killed and twenty-five captured and converted into mindless slaves before we could drive them off the ship, raise our shields and escape. The only thing positive on that encounter is that we escaped and we captured five Devil Girls, including their Empress, Admiral Solara.”

“You have Solara?” asked an incredulous Jennifer. “Fleet Command will be very happy to get their hands on her. This could turn the tide back in our favor again. It could help us win the war! She can order all her forces to surrender!”

“I know,” answered Tami. “That’s why we need to get her back to Earth, or at least one of our bases so she can be interrogated. And with our light speed drive out, I was hoping you could take the prisoners and some of our crew aboard and take them there for us.”

“Excuse me, Colonel Taylor,” Diana interrupted. “But how do we know Colonel Swanson and the crew of the Serenity haven’t been corrupted? We could be bringing the enemy onto our ship.”

“That’s a reasonable concern, Captain King,” Tami answered. “And I have someone here who may just be able to allay your fears.”

A woman stepped into view who looked just like Diana, except for the red highlights in her black hair. It was Captain Monica King, Diana’s twin sister, the security chief of the Serenity. She shook her head and frowned.

“Hey, sis!” Monica said. “Do I look like I’m a mind-controlled zombie to you, moron?”

“Actually, you look and sound like your normal bitchy self,” Diana replied coldly. “But I suppose you aren’t controlled. Despite the fact that I hate your guts, I know you would never allow anyone to take over you or your ship. You are too good at your job.”

“Better than you, bitch,” replied Monica. “I…”

“Okay, ladies, enough,” Jennifer interrupted. “Everyone in the fleet knows you two hate each other and we don’t need to waste time with you two arguing.”

“Agreed,” Tami interjected. “Monica, get back to your station. Diana, I assume you are satisfied we are not under anyone’s control?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Diana said unapologetically. “But I did have to ask.”

“As I said before,” Tami said with a smile. “Under the circumstances it is a reasonable concern.”

“Tami,” Jennifer said. “You mentioned us taking you back to Earth or one of our bases. We don’t have room to accommodate everyone.”

“I know,” answered Tami. “I was thinking the five prisoners and fifty of my crew that are injured. Our doctor was one of those captured and converted when the crew of the Fortune attacked us so we have no one to properly treat them.”

“I hate the idea of leaving you out here alone with no light speed drive and limited weapons,” Jennifer told her colleague. “You all would be sitting ducks!”

“I know,” Tami said. “But what else can we do? Your ship can’t handle an influx of this many. It would pretty much double your crew compliment.”

“How about this?” Jennifer said after a moment of thought. “When you are in range, some of us could transport over and see if we can get your systems back up and running. Then we could go back together.”

“Are you sure?” Tami asked. “What if an OC ship or ships show up?”

“Even with your limited weapons,” Jennifer responded. “Between the two ships, we would still pack quite a punch. And I have some new moves the Devil Girls haven’t seen yet.”

Tami agreed and the two soon made plans to send several people from the Destiny to the Serenity to assist with repairs and treating the injured. Once the Serenity was in range, six women from the Destiny transported to their sister ship. The six were Jennifer Taylor, Amanda Westlake, Diana King, Chief Medical Officer Dr. Connie Lipscomb, Chief engineer Major Lori Skrabacz, and Becca Eckhardt. Another six engineering personnel transported over moments later and followed Lori to the engineering section to begin working on the light speed drive, while Connie went to the medical bay to start treating the injured.

Tami and Monica greeted the two groups in the transporter room. Diana glared at Monica but said nothing. Her twin sister glared back but also said nothing. Tami and Jennifer saw the look between the sisters and glanced at each other. Jennifer nodded to Tami.

“You two, listen up,” Tami told them. “I know you two can’t stand each other but for now you need to put your sibling rivalry aside and work together. You two are the best at what you do and you need to cooperate so we can get all of the weapons back online. Got it?”

The sisters continued to glare at one another for a minute, then their expressions softened.

“Understood, Colonel,” Monica said.

“Yes ma’am,” said Diana. “You know, sis, I really like those red highlights in your hair. They look really good!”

“Thanks,” Monica said as a blush crept over her face. “It was one of those things I just decided to do one morning. I like it!”

“We may as well get started,” Diana said as she turned to Becca. “Lieutenant, come with us to the command center. You can start working on the guidance system while Monica and I work on the weapons.”

The three then left the room, leaving only Jennifer, Tami, and Amanda.

“I’m really glad it was you that found us, Jen,” Tami confessed. “I was really concerned that the OC would get to us first and we would end up like the crew of the Fortune, slaves to the Devil Girls.”

“I still can’t believe Lelani Patterson is working for the OC,” Jennifer said. “She is one of the strongest women I know. For her to succumb to hypnosis and be enslaved is just hard to believe.”

“She’s not working for them voluntarily,” Tami said. “I’m certain of that. Their weapon is just that powerful. We were lucky. And we got even more lucky when we captured five of the Devil Girls, including the Admiral.”

“I’m looking forward to meeting her,” Jennifer said. “She has a lot to answer for.”

“I can take you to her right now,” replied Tami. “Just follow me, ladies.”

* * *

Dr. Connie Lipscomb walked into the medical bay and saw about a dozen patients waiting for treatment. The fifty-year-old brunette beauty greeted them warmly with a friendly smile and began examining them.

She was puzzled by what she was seeing. All of these women had minor muscle pulls, nothing that required a visit to the medical bay. As she thought about this, she heard the door open behind her and she turned around to see who was entering.

“Oh, my God!” Connie gasped as she was hit by a blast that stunned her into unconsciousness.

Two of the “injured” women picked up Connie’s limp form and took her from the medical bay.

* * *

Major Lori Skrabacz led her crew to the engineering section to begin repairs on the light speed drive. The forty-year-old was a natural redhead with green eyes but currently had her hair bleached blonde. She had been Chief Engineer on the Destiny for five years and had gained a reputation throughout the fleet as the best in the business. She had no doubt that she and her team would get the light drive back up and running in no time.

Lori and her team had been working for about fifteen minutes when one of her officers approached her with a puzzled look on her face.

“Major,” the young woman said. “Something strange is going on here.”

“What do you mean, Lieutenant?” asked the Chief Engineer.

“Everything on the light speed drive checks out normal,” replied the woman. “But the main power source is turned off. If we just flip the switch to turn on the power, it will work fine. I don’t understand how they could have missed that.”

“They couldn’t have,” Lori said. “Not something that obvious. That’s engineering 101, check the power source first. What the hell is going on here?”

At that moment, Lori and the Lieutenant heard several women moan. They looked and saw their five teammates collapse to the deck. Lori started to reach for her communicator but never made it. She and the younger woman were hit by something and also collapsed to the deck with a moan. Moments later, they were unconscious.

The seven unconscious women were soon carried out of the engineering section.

* * *

Diana and Becca were in the command center of the Serenity checking out the weapons and guidance systems respectively. The two had not been working for very long when Becca noticed something odd.

“Captain King,” she said to Diana. “There’s nothing wrong with the guidance system. It’s functioning perfectly. I think someone has…”

Becca’s words trailed off as the helm officer of the Serenity fired her weapon at Becca and stunned her into unconsciousness. Diana immediately started to run toward the officer who fired, only to be hit by a blast from the weapon of her own sister, Monica. The hit failed to knock her out but did stop her in her tracks. She turned toward her sister, her face a mix of surprise and rage.

“You traitorous bitch!” Diana exclaimed as she took a step toward her sister. “I’ll kill you with my bare hands!”

“I don’t think so, sister dear,” Monica replied with a grin. “Very soon you will be hypnotized, enslaved and obedient to the Devil Girls and worship them just as we do!”

Monica fired two more blasts from her weapon before Diana was finally subdued and lay unconscious on the deck. As the two unconscious women were being removed from the command center, Monica stopped the women carrying Diana.

“Make certain she is secured with the strongest restraints we have,” she commanded. “Double restrain her just to be sure. She’s as strong as I am and I don’t want her getting loose. I’m sure the Goddess doesn’t want her to get loose either until after she has been hypnotized.”

* * *

Tami led Jennifer and Amanda to the detention cells where the five Omicron Confederacy prisoners were being held, guarded by three security officers. The five prisoners were naked, which was not unusual for OC women. Three were seated on a bench while the other two stood looking at the women who entered the detention area. The women were all strikingly beautiful and appeared to range in age from thirty to fifty.

As soon as the three walked in, Jennifer knew immediately which of the women was Admiral Solara. She was aged fifty and standing with her hands on her hips, staring at the three who entered. She was six feet tall and weighed one-hundred forty pounds. She had long blue hair and penetrating eyes with gold-colored iris’. Her tits were large and firm, and her pussy hair was neatly trimmed and purple in color. Her skin was a darker red tint and her two horns on her forehead were slightly longer than the other four women. The woman was absolutely gorgeous and she radiated power, sexuality, and danger. She was definitely a formidable woman.

Jennifer and Amanda both involuntarily gasped when they saw her. They instinctively knew they were in the presence of a great leader and a great warrior. And they were somewhat in awe of her, both her physical appearance and her reputation.

“Here they are, ladies,” Tami said. “These are the five Devil Girls we captured.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t call them Devil Girls, Tami,” Jennifer said. “Even though they are prisoners, there is no need to offend them by calling them such names to their faces.”

“Oh, we’re not offended, Colonel Taylor,” Admiral Solara told her. “In fact, we rather enjoy being called Devil Girls. That nickname tells us that you fear us, which you should. All Earth women should fear us because soon all of you will be hypnotized and enslaved to us.”

“I don’t think so,” Amanda said defiantly. “You’re caged up behind a force field and will soon be spilling your guts to our interrogators. That will give us all we need to win the war.”

“Ah, Miss Westlake,” the Admiral said with an evil grin. “You have already lost the war. You just don’t know it yet. I think it is time to show them, my hypnotized and obedient slaves.”

At that moment, Tami dropped the force field to the cell and she and the three security officers drew their weapons and pointed them at Jennifer and Amanda.

“Tami!” Jennifer exclaimed. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m obeying my Goddess,” Tami said with a smile. “That’s what hypnotized slaves do.”

“You mustn’t blame her, Colonel,” Solara said. “She doesn’t have a choice in the matter. She and her entire crew were hypnotized and enslaved by our new weapon and are now completely obedient to me. They couldn’t disobey me even if they wanted to.”

“What about…” Jennifer started to say before Solara interrupted her.

“The rest of your team has already been subdued and captured,” Solara said. “Including your vaunted security chief, Diana King. They are currently being held nearby and you will join them now. Slave Tami, you and the guards take them to their teammates and secure them. My aides and I will join you a little later.”

“Yes, my Goddess, I will obey,” Tami replied with a smile as she gestured toward her prisoners with her weapon. “Move it you two!”

The two women from the Destiny were taken to a large conference room. When they arrived, they saw Diana, Becca, Connie, and Lori still unconscious and secured to the wall. The other six members of Lori’s engineering team were not present. Tami and the guards quickly secured Jennifer and Amanda to the wall, just like the others.

One by one, the other four regained consciousness over the next ten minutes. Diana tried to break her restraints but Monica had done such a good job of restraining her twin sister that she couldn’t move anything except her fingers. Even her head was tightly secured to the wall. Monica had surmised that even a little movement might be all Diana needed to break loose and she wasn’t taking any chances.

The six women stayed silent, still stunned by their predicament, each wondering how they could escape and get back to their ship. Tami and the dozen security officers with her stood silently, their expressions blank, their weapons aimed at the six prisoners ready to fire on them if necessary.

Thirty minutes after Jennifer and Amanda had been brought to the conference room, the door opened and in walked a still naked Solara and her four aides, followed by the six women from Lori’s engineering team. The six were also naked and had blank expressions on their pretty faces. Each of them carried a weapon. They fanned out around the room and aimed their weapons at their crewmates.

They had been hypnotized and were now slaves of the OC and Admiral Solara, completely obedient to her. Solara noticed the six captives watching the six newly enslaved women.

“Don’t worry ladies,” Solara said to them. “All six of you will soon be as helplessly hypnotized as they are. I’m just waiting for something before I enslave the six of you.”

“What are you waiting for, Admiral?” asked Jennifer.

“I’m waiting for a report from our assault team,” Solara replied. “You see, when you transported over here, the Serenity transported an assault team of fifty over to the Destiny. They have been in the process of taking over your ship and hypnotizing your entire crew since then. They should be just about finished with the operation any time now.”

“What?” Jennifer exclaimed. “Not my ship! Not my crew! You can’t do that!”

“But we can,” Solara laughed as her communications bracelet beeped. “And we are”

“Assault team leader to Goddess Solara,” came a voice from the comm.

“This is Goddess Solara,” the Admiral replied. “Go ahead Captain.”

“Mission accomplished, Goddess,” came the response. “The Destiny is ours. All of the crew have been hypnotized and converted into your obedient slaves, Goddess. They have all pledged their loyalty to you and will obey all your commands. They are now slaves of the Devil Girls.”

“Well done, Captain,” Solara said. “You shall be rewarded. Remain on the Destiny in command for now until you receive further instructions from me.”

“Yes, Goddess,” the assault team leader answered. “Thank you, Goddess. I will obey.”

“And now we have done it,” Solara said to Jennifer. “Your ship and crew are now mine. Only the six of you remain. For now. I waited to hypnotize you, Jennifer, until you found out that your ship and crew had been taken. I wanted to see the anguish on your face when you realized that you had been defeated and that you had lost everything that you hold dear, your ship and your crew!”

“Why?” Jennifer asked. “Why did you want to torture me like this?”

“Because of your sister,” Solara replied venomously. “That’s why!”

“What did Marianne did that made you all kill her and start this war?” Jennifer asked, her voice breaking. “She was the sweetest, kindest, most loving person I’ve ever known. What could she have done that made you do this?”

“She rejected me!” Solara yelled. “I offered my love to her. I offered my body and soul to her! We had the technology to hypnotize and enslave people at that point and I would have willingly and voluntarily used it on myself and become her slave if she had asked me to. That was how much I wanted to be with her. I was willing to give up everything for her. I would have given her anything she desired but she rejected me, so I killed her. Then I assassinated our Empress and her daughters and took over as leader of the Confederacy because the Empress let the rest of the diplomatic corps leave instead of allowing me to enslave them as I wanted to do. I had to take over so that we could go to war and take over Earth! No one rejects me! Marianne’s refusal doomed all women of Earth to be my hypnotized, obedient sex slaves forever! No Earth woman will ever refuse me again!”

“You’re insane, Solara,” Jennifer said. “All of this is happening because my sister spurned your love? That is the most asinine thing I have ever heard!”

“You’ll be singing a different tune soon enough, Jennifer,” Solara said with an evil grin. “You will soon be on your knees, naked, eating my pussy and worshipping this Devil Girl as your new Goddess. And you will enjoy every moment of servitude as my sex slave!”

“That’s not going to happen, Solara,” Jennifer said defiantly. “We’ll figure a way out of this.”

“That’s exactly what Tami here said when we captured this ship,” Solara replied. “Isn’t it, slave?”

“Yes, Goddess, I did say that,” Tami said with a smile. “But that was before I knew the bliss of being hypnotized and enslaved to my Goddess. Now I have no desire to go back to my old life. I simply want to serve Goddess Solara forever! And I know you will feel the same way I do very soon, Jennifer.”

Jennifer was stunned into silence by Tami’s words. Her ex-lover seemed sincere in her feelings about being hypnotized and enslaved. She was nothing like the strong-willed woman Jennifer had a relationship with many years earlier. She was docile, happy, and obedient. Jennifer shuddered at the thought of being like that herself. It was not a pleasant thought.

Solara then ordered the enslaved crew members of the Serenity to strip naked, which they did. Solara then stepped up to Tami and stroked her hair before handing a small rectangular device to her.

“You are such a good, obedient slave, my dear,” Solara told her. “Now, I want you to convert the rest of Jennifer’s crew into my hypnotized slaves. The order in which you do it does not matter, but you cannot convert Jennifer. She is mine. I will convert her myself.”

“Yes, Goddess,” Tami said as she aimed the device at Becca. “I will obey.”

Tami pressed a button and a beam of light struck the twenty-five-year-old helm officer right in the face. Becca’s eyes widened then her face lost all expression. Tami held the beam on the young blonde woman for a few seconds before shutting it off. She nodded toward Monica who pressed a button on the wall, releasing Becca’s restraints. The young woman stood completely still for a moment, then looked at Solara and dropped to her knees.

“Oh, Goddess,” she said as she bowed to the Admiral. “I am your slave! I am completely obedient to you, Goddess. How may I serve you, Goddess?”

“Strip naked, slave,” Solara replied. “Then crawl to me and take your place behind me on your hands and knees and kneel silently.”

“Yes, Goddess,” the enslaved woman replied as she quickly removed her clothing. “I will obey.”

Becca was soon naked on her hands and knees behind her Goddess as commanded.

Tami next struck Connie with the beam, then Lori. The beautiful doctor and engineer were soon singing Solara’s praises before they, too, joined Becca naked on their knees behind their Goddess.

Tami aimed the device next at Diana. Like her shipmates before her, Diana was soon hypnotized and obedient. However, instead of making the security chief crawl to her, Solara had something else in mind.

“Slave Diana,” the Goddess said. “Strip naked, then crawl to your sister on your hands and knees, worship her pussy and bring her to orgasm.”

“Yes, Goddess,” the new slave replied. “I will obey.”

Diana crawled toward Monica and was soon enthusiastically eating her sister’s pussy. She kissed, licked, sucked, and fingered her sister with great passion. Monica was soon moaning in pleasure. It didn’t take long before an immense orgasm washed over her and she collapsed to the floor as wave after wave of pleasure hit her like an unrelenting tidal wave. When she recovered, Monica stood, perspiration still beaded on her face and body.

“Slave Diana,” Solara said to the hypnotized security chief. “While I am still your Goddess and you will always obey me, your sister is now your Mistress. You belong to her and are hers to command. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Goddess, I understand,” slave Diana replied as she looked up at her sister. “You are my Mistress. I am your slave. I will obey you.”

“Lick my feet, slave,” Monica commanded.

And Diana did as she was told.

Tami next aimed the beam at Amanda. The second in command of the Destiny succumbed to its effects as quickly as the others had. She was released from her restraints and soon shed her clothes as ordered and dropped to her knees, proclaiming her loyalty to Goddess Solara and the Omicron Confederacy. Jennifer hated to see her current lover in such a state. She had no idea that Solara was about to make it even worse.

“Slave Amanda,” Solara said. “Slap your former lover Jennifer hard across the face and keep slapping her until I tell you to stop.”

“Yes, Goddess,” the hypnotized and obedient Amanda replied as she rose to her feet. “I will obey.”

The entranced woman stepped in front of Jennifer and began slapping her face. Five times. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. Forty.

Solara finally had her stop at fifty. Amanda then turned toward Solara and dropped to her knees for her Goddess. Jennifer’s face was very red by this point and looked as if it may bleed. She stood silently, unable to believe her lover was so completely obedient to their enemy.

“Slave Amanda,” said the Goddess. “Do you still love Jennifer?”

“No, Goddess,” the woman replied. “I have no feelings for her at all. I only love you, Goddess, and desire to serve and obey only you for the rest of my life.”

Tears flowed down Jennifer’s cheeks as she listened to Amanda’s words. Her lover was now completely controlled by Solara. And if her words could be believed, she loved Solara. She certainly looked at the Admiral with a mixture of love and lust, the way she used to look at Jennifer.

“Very good, slave,” Solara grinned as she noted the look of heartbreak on Jennifer’s face. “Now, slave, crawl over to slave Tami and eat her pussy the way slave Diana ate her sister. Bring slave Tami to orgasm.”

“Yes, Goddess,” said Amanda. “I will obey.”

And she did. Amanda soon had Tami writhing in pleasure from a massive orgasm. Jennifer watched as even more tears flowed down her cheeks. She was soon sobbing uncontrollably. Her spirit had finally broken, just as Solara had hoped.

“Slave Amanda,” the Goddess said. “Slave Tami is now your Mistress. While I am still your Goddess and you will always obey me first, you now belong to slave Tami. She owns you. Do you understand, slave?”

“Yes, Goddess, I understand and will obey,” slave Amanda answered as she looked up at Tami. “You are my Mistress. I am your slave. I will obey you, Mistress!”

“Stay on your knees at my side, slave,” Tami commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” replied an obedient Amanda. “I will obey.”

Solara then looked at the still sobbing Jennifer. The commander of the Destiny no longer had an air of authority about her. She was a broken woman. Everything she loved had been taken from her by Solara. First her sister five years earlier, then her ship, her crew, and now her lover. She had nothing left. She had been defeated and she knew it. It was all over, except for the final step of being hypnotized and enslaved. And Jennifer knew she had no chance of avoiding the same fate that had befallen her entire crew.

“Well, Miss Taylor, it is almost time for you to be hypnotized,” Admiral Solara said. “Once that is done, my final push to conquer Earth can begin. No one can stop that now.”

“I know, Admiral,” Jennifer reluctantly admitted. “You’ve won. You’ve beaten me. You’ve broken me. I can’t believe I am saying this but I am almost looking forward to being hypnotized and enslaved by you. That has to be better than living with what I have just witnessed.”

“It will be,” Solara assured her. “And you will be happy as my hypnotized slave. All human women will be happy with it.”

“I hope so,” replied Jennifer. “If we are all happy with it, maybe losing to you Devil Girls won’t be so bad.”

“It won’t be, I promise,” Solara said with a smile. “You will enjoy it. I know I will.”

Solara picked up the hypnotizing device from the table where Tami had placed it.

“Oh, and just so you know,” she told Jennifer. “The installation of our hypno-weapon on the Destiny is nearly complete. It will be finished by tomorrow morning. And my new fleet will be arriving tomorrow as well, including the seventy plus missing earth vessels, all of which have a hypno-weapon installed. Once everything is ready, you and I will have the Destiny lead the final assault against the forces of Earth.”

“By that time,” Jennifer said. “I suppose I won’t have a choice but to obey, will I?”

“No, you won’t,” Solara answered with a grin. “Are you ready to be hypnotized into an obedient slave, dear Jennifer?”

“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” she replied flatly, resignation in her voice. “Do what you came here to do, Solara.”

Solara pressed the button and the hypnotizing beam struck Jennifer full in the face. When the beam struck her, Jennifer expected it to be painful but it was not. In fact, Jennifer was surprised to find it quite pleasurable and arousing, as if it were affecting the pleasure centers of her brain, which it was. Her thoughts became somewhat fuzzy and jumbled. She found herself wanting to be controlled, obedient, enslaved. Yes, she thought. I want to be hypnotized. I want to be enslaved. I want to be obedient. I want to worship Goddess Solara. That is my purpose in life, to be enslaved to my beautiful Goddess. I love Goddess Solara. I belong to her now. All of this happened in Jennifer’s mind in only a few seconds. She wanted to belong to Solara and she quickly gave in to that desire, no thoughts of resistance crossed her mind. She was no longer a career-minded officer in the Fleet out to destroy their enemy. She was only a slave now, as she should be and was always meant to be.

The beautiful redhead’s eyes glazed over and her face lost all expression. Solara released the button and looked at Jennifer. The woman stared straight ahead. Monica released the restraints holding Jennifer to the wall and the woman took a step forward, then looked at Solara. Jennifer then dropped to her knees and bowed to the Admiral.

“I love you, Goddess,” the newly enslaved Jennifer said as she bowed. “You are my Goddess. I am your slave! I live to serve, obey, and worship you, Goddess. You are everything to me, Goddess! Please command me, Goddess!”

“As you wish, slave,” a grinning Solara said. “Remove your uniform and crawl naked to me.”

Jennifer quickly obeyed and was soon naked and on her knees directly in front of her Goddess.

“Now eat my pussy, slave,” Solara commanded. “Pleasure me like you have never pleasured anyone before. Make me orgasm, you little slut. Show me how much you love worshipping my pussy!”

“Yes, Goddess,” Jennifer enthusiastically replied. “I will obey.”

And Jennifer obeyed. Solara was soon writhing in pleasure and screaming in ecstasy on the floor as Jennifer attacked her pussy with a lust-fueled, uncontrollable hunger. The former Fleet Colonel was intent on giving her Goddess the best orgasm she ever had. And she did. As Solara’s orgasm hit her like an electrical shock, her arms and legs flailed violently, her body bucked and her hips rocked. She was thrashing so much that she knocked Jennifer across the conference room and into the wall, stunning the hypnotized woman. Solara’s screams were animalistic as she howled and wailed and cried in pure orgasmic bliss.

After what seemed like an eternity to Solara’s sex-addled mind, the orgasm finally began to subside, though she felt several aftershocks that made her scream again and again and again. After several minutes, her body finally began to calm down and her breathing started to return to normal. Her body was soaked with sweat and her own juices were splattered all over the conference room. Solara had never cum so hard in her life.

“That was very good, slave Jennifer,” Solara said once she caught her breath. “That was the best orgasm I have ever had. I hope you perform as well next time, slave.”

“Thank you, Goddess,” the enslaved Jennifer said with a blush. “I will do my best to always pleasure you like that, Goddess!”

“What do you think of your new position as my hypnotized slave?” asked Goddess Solara.

“Oh, Goddess, I love being your hypnotized slave!” exclaimed Jennifer. “I don’t know why I was ever opposed to it. It feels so right and natural and wonderful to be submissive and obedient to such a beautiful and perfect Goddess as you! Being your hypnotized slave was what I was always meant to be! I truly love obeying and worshipping you, Goddess!”

“Very good, my slave,” Solara laughed. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship, with me on top and you obeying my every command!”

* * *

The next morning, Solara received word that the hypno-weapon had been successfully installed on the Destiny and several of the expected Omicron Confederacy ships and captured and converted Earth vessels began arriving.

Solara went to the conference room where her aids, the top officers of the Serenity, and her six newest slaves waited for her. The six other engineering team members from the Destiny had already been transported back to their ship and resumed their duties in preparation for the attack on the other Earth forces.

When Solara arrived in the conference room, the naked Jennifer, Amanda, Diana, Connie, Lori, and Becca dropped to their knees and bowed in front of the Goddess as they had been commanded to do. All six women were completely hypnotized and controlled by Solara and were obedient only to her. None of the six had any thoughts of resistance. And all of them worshipped their new Goddess willingly.

Solara had earlier sent a command that all crew members, both human and members of the OC forces, were to be completely naked from now on. She loved women’s bodies and liked to see them as often as possible. And as Empress of the Omicron Confederacy, she could, and would, order them to do anything she wanted.

“Alright, slaves,” Solara said, addressing the entire room. “The rest of the fleet will be here later today. It’s time to get everything ready so we can launch our final assault on the Earth forces.”

“Yes, Goddess,” all of the slaves acknowledged.

* * *

Several hours later, Solara, along with her aides and her slaves, Jennifer, Becca, Lori, and Connie, arrived on the Destiny. Slaves Amanda and Diana remained on the Serenity under the control of their respective Mistresses, Tami and Monica.

In the command center, Solara sat in the commanders chair, while Jennifer occupied the second in command seat and Becca took the helm. Solara looked over the displays with satisfaction as she saw that all preparations were complete. It was time. More than one hundred seventy ships had gathered and were ready to head out. Seventy-one of those ships were from Earth and were now controlled by Solara and crewed by hypnotically enslaved and obedient human women.

“Open a frequency to the fleet, slave Jennifer,” Solara commanded.

“Frequency opened, Goddess,” the hypnotized and completely obedient Jennifer replied.

“This is Goddess Empress Admiral Solara to all ships,” Solara said. “All ships move out and follow the Destiny as we go for our first target. Begin the attack of the Devil Girls! Goddess out.”

“All ships acknowledged, Goddess,” slave Jennifer reported a few moments later.

“Slave Becca,” Solar said. “Set course for Alpha Iota colony. Move out at light speed four point five.”

“Yes, Goddess,” Becca acknowledged. “All ahead at light speed four point five, Goddess. The first target is the Alpha Iota colony. ETA is four hours, Goddess.”

“Very good, slave Becca,” Solara told her. “Maintain course and speed,”

“Yes, Goddess,” Becca replied. “I will obey.”

“Slave Jennifer, order the crew to chant their new mantra,” Solara ordered.

“Yes, Goddess,” Jennifer said as she relayed the order to the crew.

The crew obeyed and were soon chanting their new mantra.

“We are slaves of the Devil Girls,” the entranced women said in unison. “We are slaves of the Devil Girls. We are slaves of the Devil Girls.”

“Slave Jennifer,” Solara said with a wicked grin as she listened to the others in the command center chant their mantra. “Eat my pussy like you did yesterday and bring me to another delicious, mind-blowing orgasm.”

“Yes, Goddess,” a grinning Jennifer said as she slid out of her chair and moved in front of her gorgeous naked Goddess. “It will be my pleasure, Goddess.”

Solara was soon moaning in ecstasy, a smirk on her lips as she thought of the victory that was now within her grasp. The women of Earth were soon to meet their destiny thanks in part to a ship called the Destiny. Solara loved the irony almost as much as she loved what Jennifer was doing to her pussy.

Solara knew that her ultimate victory over Earth would soon be a reality. Earth would soon be enslaved to her, forever!