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HypnoTV: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
by MAW
MC,FF


     Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this, seek help.


     Jadzia Dax threw her cards down on the table and sighed.
Solitaire was getting her nowhere. She finally had a day off,
after weeks of hard work and Worf had to be sent on a mission
with the *Defiant*. Pacing her quarters, the science officer
impatiently thought of other ways to amuse herself.
     Jadzia Dax was a Trill, a unique species. Her body was that
of a gorgeous woman in her late twenties. Her long brown hair was
pulled back in a ponytail. A design of blue tattoos ran from her
neck and across her forehead. Her gray and black uniform with a
blue undershirt did little to hide her body. That was Jadzia. Dax
was a wormlike symbiote creature nestled in her stomach and the
mind. While Jadzia was still in her twenties, Dax had lived for
centuries, being placed in one host body after another, the way
the Trill lived. The symbiote carried all the memories of its
various owners and lifetimes which made it a very good tactical
officer.
     Dax's pacing slowed as she realized exactly what she needed:
companionship, someone to kill some time with while Worf was
away. True, she was married, but in its many lifetimes, Dax had
broken more than one vow. She loved Worf, true, but there were
still needs that needed to be satisfied. After pouring through
her choices, Dax settled on a person she had had an eye on for
some time. With a little "persuasion," she thought they could
provide the company she needed. 

     Deep Space Nine was a huge space station with mydraid
facilities. The Promenade was a sort of local market, with
various stores open for trading and selling goods. It was also
home to Quark's, a rambunctious bar that was home to many of the
seedy deals made in the quaderent. Many of the deals were
supervised by the bar's owner, Quark. Quark was a Ferengi, which
meant he lived for profit and wealth, the more the better. How he
got it didn't really interest him. 
     As she walked through the crowd, Dax saw a large crowd
surrounding the Dabo table, where Leeta stood. Letta was Bajoran,
humanoid with a set of wrinkles running down the bridge of her
nose. She had short dark hair and was wearing an elegant dress as
she handled the Dabo game. Leeta was rather attractive, which
made it all the more amazing to Dax that she had married Quark's
brother, Rom.
     Coming up to the bar, Dax got Quark's attention. "I need a
favor."
     "For you, Lieutenant, anything." Ferengis are one of the
uglier species in the galaxy. Weasel-like features, huge bony
ears, unkempt teeth and an overwhelming aura of greed tends to
turn people off to them. But, when you need something, they're
the first people to see.
     "I need a holosuite tonight. After you're closed. That new
private program of mine?"
     "Sorry, Lieutenant, the Captain hates it when I do after-
hours power drains."
     "I'll clear it with Benjamin. Now will you do it?"
     "It'll cost extra."
     "Program XXX-94."
     A look of shock covered Quark's face. "You knew about that?" 
     Dax nodded. "I won't tell, provided you delete it and give
me the suite tonight."
     "Lieutenant, you really play dirty," Quark said. He smiled.
"I might actually begin to respect you." 
     "Just give me the suite. Maybe Rom can help you delete that
program."
     "Rom went off on the Defiant, remember? He's become
respectable since earning an Engineering spot. He's going to give
me a bad reputation." 
     An odd smile came on Dax's face. "Thanks, Quark," she said
as she turned and looked at the Dabo table. The game had just
finished and Leeta was heading towards the back room to take a
quick break. Dax followed her. Leeta ducked into the small room,
Dax following. "Hey, Leeta," Dax said. "I heard Rom wasn't going
to be here tonight."
     "Fraid not," Leeta shrugged. "I mean, I'm happy he loves his
work and they value him so highly, but it still hurts being away
from him."
     "I think I can help with that," Dax said. She brought up her
hand. It held a red diamond-shaped crystal. The instant Leeta
looked at it, the crystal glowed and a red beam shot out of it
and into Leeta's eyes. She was transfixed as the light poured
into her, a huge wave of relaxation overtaking her. The light
beam faded and she stood there, eyes blankly looking at Dax. Dax
had found the crystal on a distant moon about a century before.
She hadn't used it for decades, almost forgetting about it until
now.
     Dax looked into Leeta's eyes and spoke softly. "Leeta,
listen to me. When I leave and the door closes behind me, you'll
return to your normal state of mind. You won't remember what
happened here. However, you will feel an overwhelming urge to
stay around after the bar closes and to be at Quark's holosuites.
Do you understand?"
     "Yes," Leeta said in a dull voice. Nodding, Dax left,
smiling. Tonight could be more fun than she expected.
     Dax's next move was to the crew's quarters near her own
section of the station. She came to the door she'd been looking
for and hit the button next to it. "Come in," the person inside
said. Dax entered, smiling at the room's occupant. "I wanted to
talk to you before you went to your prayer service."
     "What about?" Major Kira Neyres was also Bajoran. A lifelong
member of the Bajoran underground, she'd fought against the
Carrdassian occupation of Bajor before they'd finally forced them
off. Her reddish-brown hair was in a military-style crewcut, her
red outfit of a different style than the Starfleet uniforms the
rest of the command crew wore. Despite her hard nature, she was
quite attractive and Dax had harbored a long-time crush on her.
     "Oh, I just wanted to invite you to a little party I'm
having at Quark's later," Dax said.
     "Can't do it," Kira shook her head. "I've got to go over
those tactical reports."
     "Oh, I think you can push some time ahead," Dax said as she
raised the crystal to Kira's face. The beam struck out,
entrancing her in seconds. Dax looked at her face, serene in its
state. She leaned over and kissed her gently. Kira slowly
responded, wrapping her tongue around Dax's. Dax pushed a hand
against Kira's uniform, feeling her breasts. Dax finally broke
the kiss off and spoke. "Kira, when I leave, you will not
remember my being here. Tonight, you will have an overwhelming
urge to go to Quark's. Leeta will let you in. When you see this
crystal, you will once again fall into this wonderful state of
relaxation. Remember that, but nothing else." 

     Dax waited inside the holosuite. Her private program was up
and running. It showed a forest at night, a moon and small
insects providing the only illumination. In a small space amid
the shadows of the trees was a bed made of leaves, soft yet
durable for what Dax had in mind. Dax stood by the entrance,
waiting. She was wearing a long flowing robe loosely tied around
her. The door opened and Kira and Leeta walked in. Both of them
had the same blank look in their eyes and minds as before. Dax
had mesmerized Leeta when she entered the bar and given her the
crystal to ensnare Kira. Taking the crystal from Leeta's limp
hand, Dax gazed at the two women. 
     Dax undid her robe and let it slip off her. She was nude
underneath, her gorgeous body revealed to see. She had large
breasts, a nice dark patch between her long legs and had Kira and
Leeta been awake, they would have received the answer to a
question they had always wondered. The series of tattoos ran from
Dax's neck down her shoulders and formed an outline of sorts all
along her body. "When you awaken, this will all be just a dream,"
Dax said to her captives. "A nice, sensuous dream. Just relax and
let me guide you along this wonderful, sexy dream. Take off your
clothes. You feel you have to. You feel like going natural." 
     Leeta responded slightly faster to Dax's command than Kira.
She undid a zipper on the back of her dress and let it fall
around her. She was topless, something Quark demanded of his Dabo
girls, with nice breasts. She slipped off the fabric covering her
ass and let the cool wind blow on her lithe form. Kira stripped
off her uniform shirt, showing off a white shirt underneath. Her
pants went next, small red panties underneath them. She pulled
her shirt over her head to show off her pert breasts. In seconds,
she and Leeta stood there, nude save for the silver earnings
dangling off one ear on each of them. 
     Dax grinned as she strode forward. She took Kira first and
kissed her, this time feeling more passion as she let her tongue
drag around her friend's mouth. Breaking off, Dax took Leeta and
kissed her, surprised by the ferocity Leeta responded with. Dax
took each of the Bajorans by the arm and slowly pulled them to
the bed. "This is a dream. Follow your desires. Let your
imagination take care of everything." Dax lay down on the bed,
her hair spreading out behind her. Kira lay on top of her, a
thrill going through both of them as their clits touched. The two
embraced, their breasts shoved against one another as they
kissed. Kira moved down Dax's body, kissing the tightened nipples
as she moved down towards her pussy. Meanwhile, Leeta straddled
Dax, placing her dark clit inches above her face. Dax jabbed her
tongue into the clit and began to lick at it. She moved her hands
up Leeta's body, slowly massaging the breasts. Moaning, Leeta
shifted herself on Dax's face, letting her tongue dig in further. 
Meanwhile, Kira was also digging in, her mouth slowly kissing
Dax's pussy. Her slow, steady kisses soon had Dax producing, her
intensity turned on by eating out Leeta. As she squeezed Leeta's
breasts, Dax felt her come and tasted the sweet juices. It pushed
her to come herself, spilling her cum onto Kira's face.
     Leeta pushed herself off Dax, who sat up and took Kira by
the hands. Dax slowly pushed Kira onto the bed and kissed her
breasts. She let her mouth suckle one nipple, then pulled herself
onto the major's body. In an ancient 69 position, Dax slowly
began to lick Kira's pussy, an eager Kira returning the favor in
kind. Not wanting to be left out, Leeta moved down to Kira's clit
and placed a finger inside. She began to push it in and out, as
if trying to pump the juices onto Dax's waiting tongue. She then
placed her own face next to the pussy and began licking. Dax
paused long enough to give Leeta a kiss, then joined her in
licking at Kira's pussy. Kira grabbed a handful of leaves as her
body arched in ecstasy. She soon came, her juices quickly being
licked up by the combo of Dax and Leeta.
     Dax knelt on the bed and watched as Kira and Leeta gently
kissed each other and embraced, their breasts pushed together.
Smiling, Dax let her hand move down to her lap as she watched the
two Bajorans make love. Even though they would have no
recollections of this evening, the feelings of the night were
going to keep Leeta and Kira happy for days. God, Dax loved being
a woman.

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