A/N: This story is set in the Mirror Universe, which was seen in the original "Star Trek" series, and "Deep Space Nine." Several novels and short stories have dealt with the Voyager crew in the Mirror Universe, but I personally wasn't satisfied by them. So this is my version.
WHAT TO EXPECT: In this version, all the characters will have evil traits, and sympathetic ones. There will be lots of fighting, and lots of romance (both het and slash). This story will include all ten regulars, most of the recurring characters, and a few guest stars from other "Star Trek" series.
WARNINGS: There will be more violence and sex than you'd normally see on "Star Trek," and a lot of that romance will be same-sex relationships. If you've seen "Deep Space Nine" or read the Mirror Universe novels, you know that these things are staples of the Mirror Universe.
This story was recently pulled down and given a serious editing job. What was posted before read like Christopher Paolini trying to imitate Quentin Tarantino, while taking writing advice from the staff of "Once Upon a Time." I've combed the entire story for purple prose, overly graphic content, and out-of-place goofiness, hoping to iron it out into something halfway decent to read.
I don't own "Star Trek."
The Overseer Kira Nerys ruled the space station Terok Nor with an iron fist. Decades ago, the Klingon, Cardassian, and Bajoran Alliance had overthrown the Terran Empire, and the Terrans—or Humans—had become their slaves, along with the Vulcans, and several other species. Terok Nor flourished thanks to this slave labor. The Overseer leaned back on her couch. Even in her private quarters, she wore her ceremonial foil crown and elegant earrings, just to remind the humans and Vulcan consorts who waited on her who had the power.
The doors hissed, and her Cardassian henchmen Garrak entered the room. He bowed silently, and waited for permission to speak.
"What is it Garrak." Kira asked, leaning back to let a Vulcan slave feed her some fruit.
"The Gul's daughter has arrived."
"Ah, Seska! Show her in."
A sultry Cardassian noblewoman moved past Garak and strode into the room. Brown locks fell around her shoulders, and she greeted the Overseer with piercing eyes. Kira immediately began fantasizing (not for the first time) about how she might get this Cardassian princess into her bed. The first step would be to flatter and please.
"Seska, darling!" Kira sat up. "It's so good to see you again! You know, I'm still very grateful for what you did, putting down that rebellion here on Terok Nor."
"Oh stop it, Nerys!" Seska smiled. "All I did was fire a few shots into a crowd."
"You called that a 'few shots'? I'd hate to see what your trigger finger looks like!" The Overseer rose from her couch. "I want to thank you for your heroism, Seska. I'll be giving you a consort of your choice—well, excluding a few I'm not part with." She glanced at the young Vulcan, holding the fruit bowl. "Vorik is off-limits I'm afraid."
"He's not my type anyway. I'd want something more…" Seska's eyes shifted thoughtfully. "Exciting."
Kira laughed. "Maybe some of the manual workers will be more up your alley. Wanna take a walk?"
Kira took her through the bowels of the station, past an assortment of well-built males. Seska saw many that struck her fancy, but none that really stuck out. They were all so obedient and courteous, so fearful of the Overseer. How boring.
"…and William here, if you like facial hair," Kira chattered on. "We caught him fighting with Picard. Unfortunately that rebel's still at large, but with Worf on my side now I'll have the entire—"
A masculine scream interrupted Kira. Both women turned towards a hallway.
"D'Oh!" Kira shook her head. "We've got someone in the Agony Booth at the moment. Sorry about the noise."
Seska narrowed her eyes curiously, and moved down the hall. Kira hurried after her.
"What, you want to watch?" Kira laughed. "I'm impressed! I didn't know you were into that sort of thing…"
They entered the room, where the Klingon Worf was at the controls of the booth. A Terran slave stood—or rather half-stood, half-hung—inside, chained to the wall by his wrists. He was tall, dark-skinned, and well-built. Black banks hung over an unshaven face with a thin mustache. A blue tribal design was visible over one eye, beneath the sweat-drenched bangs.
"What's that on his forehead?" Seska asked, moving around for a better look.
"A tattoo," Kira scoffed. "He did it to himself, without my permission. That's the reason he's in here. Well, that and the part he played in that rebellion you helped me put down."
Seska's jaw began to drop, then widened into a smile. "Yes, I think I recognize him! He was one of the leaders! You didn't kill them?"
"Not all of them. I figured, if I could get some of them to surrender their loyalty back to me, rather than let them become martyrs, it'd be better for me in the long run. I got Will to apologize." The Overseer chuckled sadistically. "This one on the other hand, he just doesn't know when to quit."
The Terran stared at Seska and Kira, panting heavily. Worf, who'd been holding off his work, was now staring at the Overseer. Kira gave him a nod to continue. The slave screamed again, making Seska wince.
"You know," Seska said playfully, "I like how this one looks in chains. But the suffering, that I'd change."
Kira looked between the slave and Seska. "Don't tell me you want him!"
Another scream.
"Kira, please."
"Oh all right. Worf," Kira jerked her head.
Worf reluctantly dropped his arm and stepped away from the controls.
Seska pushed the door of the booth opened and stepped in, close to the panting human. She put her hand on his cheek, tilting his face up. "What's your name?" she asked gently.
He stared at her, with eyes so dark brown she couldn't tell where the irises stopped and the pupils began. Beautiful eyes.
He spit in her face.
Seska calmly wiped the saliva off her cheek, chuckling. "Yes, oh yes. I want him Nerys." She turned around to face her friend. "Come on, it's not like you were doing anything with him. Were you?"
Kira looked like the idea was too amusing to pass up. "You know, now that I think of it, this might be the perfect punishment. All right Seska, you can have him. Take him down."
The Klingon reluctantly turned off the machine. Two Bajoran guards unchained the Terran, and dragged him out of the booth. He was too weak to fight them.
"Take him to Seska's ship." Kira ordered. "Make sure someone's watching him! Keep him locked up!" she turned back to Seska. "You just be careful with this one Seska. He's not just disobedient, he's sneaky."
Seska smiled with anticipation. "You're too kind, Overseer."