Maximizing Profits

Cardassians, Federarion, the reality is that it hardly matters who is in control of the station. There’s still plenty of profits to be made. At least that’s the way Quark saw it. His bar was simply the local watering hole for whomever happened to occupy the station. Of course, the Federation put a damper on his more nefarious activities, but they provided stability that Quark gladly took advantage of. While he didn’t like the fact that Deep Space 9 had become quite literally the center of the war with the Dominion, it had thus far been good for his pocket-book and he had remained unscathed. Now that the Cardassians were back in control, Quark had begun to shift gears, dealing in weapons or narcotics that the Federation would never allow. One such thing he had been forced to keep on the down-low while the Federation was in charge, was his holosuites..

Despite what some in the Federation would like to believe, holosuites are for porn—especially at Quark’s bar. There were always desires to be fulfilled, but the Federation wouldn’t allow some fantasies to be lived out—even in the make believe world of the holodeck. But now, Quark could openly advertise his collection of darker holosuite fantasies and charge a great deal more for them, too.

“Ah welcome back, Tokar,” Quark greeted the familiar Cardassian. During the occupation, he had been a frequent visitor.

“Quark,” the cardassian greeted in his cold demeanor. “It’s almost like I never left. You’ve redecorated a bit, though.”

“Well now that the Federation is gone, I should probably move things back to how they were. I can take down that dark board for starters. I doubt the jem haddar will get much use out of it.” Quark rambled. “So what will it be? 3 shots of kanar as usual?”

“Actually, I was wondering if you still had that holodeck program, the one with the Bajoran girl…”

“Ah yes, the one with the Bajoran mistress,” Quark remembered. “Of course, I would sever delete such a profitable holosuite program.”

“No, not that one, the special one you made. The one with the young Bajoran girl sex slave,” Tokar jogged Quark’s memory.

“Oh, oh yes. That one. I keep that one under lock and key. Give me a moment and I’ll be right back with it. Holosuite two is free for the next hour if you’d like to use it now.”

“Yes, that would be wonderful,” Tokar barked in a firm Cardassian tone, sounding more angry than pleased.

“Great, well how about a shot of kanar on the house to get you in the mood?” Quark didn’t wait for an answer before pouring the shot. He knew the cardassian would gladly drink it.

When Quark returned, Tokar had indeed downed the kanar and was eager to begin the program.

“I’ve loaded it up in holosuite 2 for you,” Quark informed him. “Your time will begin as soon as you’ve entered. And to welcome you back to the station, I’ll give you a very generous 15% off.” Tokar thanked the feringi, knowing full well that he was still raking in profits hand over fist at that price, especially since the particular program he had requested was more than three times the normal holosuite price.

Tokar walked into holosuite 2 and was greeted by a host with a generic holograph personality that was a bit too cheery for the mood of the program. It wasn’t the best part of the program to be sure, but it didn’t matter, that’s not the character he was here for.

“Please, Mr. Tokar, I’m very glad to see you. Please take your seat, the auction will begin shortly. The room was bustling with people; some romulan, a few feringi, and some fellow cardassians as well. They were all holographic, of course. Tokar was the only real humanoid in the simulation.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen,” the andorian auctioneer announced. “The next lot is a young bajoran child. She is absolutely stunning, just look at her gorgeous face.”

Tokar looked at the scared bajoran girl that had been guided to the front of the stage.

“This virgin can be yours for the taking! Let’s start the bidding at 5 bars of latinum.”

“10”

“Alright, I have 10 from the klingon up frontk. Do I have 12. 12. 15.” The auctioneer continued as the bidding climbed higher.

Tokar joined in when it got up to 25. He wasn’t worried about being outbid, of course. It was programmed for him to win. But the bidding was what made this particular program that much more exciting. He stared eagerly at the scared banjoran girl as the bidding climbed higher. She looked to be around eight and wore a thin rag that was torn, exposing her left shoulder. The garment ended just above her knees. He couldn’t wait to rip it off of the skinny girl after he won the auction.

One by one, the other patrons tapped out as the price climbed above 40 bars of latinum. It was just him and a ferengi left.

“I can make quite a profit selling this one’s body!” The ferengi said as he raised his bid. Fortunately for Tokar, he was spending holographic money. He raised the ferengi to 100, surely the program didn’t go that high. Just as he suspected, the ferengi quit bidding.

“And sold to the Cardassian right back there, congratulations sir!”

He quickly paid and walked up to the young bajiran, grabbing her by the wrist, “Come, girl. You’re mine now!” She looked up at him with fear in here eyes. Tokar liked that about this program. It just felt so real. Too many had young girls eager and happy to perform the most bizarre sexual fantasies with glee. But this program was different. The girl wasn’t about to open her ass willingly and take a large Cardassian cock right out the gate. It very well paced, too. Not too slow, but it just didn’t throw you right into the sex either.

He led the girl through the room, jealous patrons leering at her and taking in their last glimpse of the child.

“Mr. Tokar,” the oddly cheery host gleamed, “That is a great treasure you’ve won there. I’m sure you’ll be enjoying that for years to come. Your shuttle is in hangar 4. Is there anything else I can get you before you depart?”

“No, leave me alone,” the cheery character nearly broke the immersion of the rest of the program. Tokar figured the host must have been a copy from a different program and the creator just threw him into here instead of coding a new one. He would had held it against him had the rest of the program not been absolutely perfect.

Tokar took the girl to his holographic shuttle and it quickly departed on auto-pilot as soon as they were settled in.

“What’s your name bajoran?” He asked the child that was now sitting in his lap.

“Lata,” she answered quietly. She was still wearing the torn rags, but now Tokar could see inside where her sleeve was torn and could see her nipple.

“Lata, that’s a pretty name for a very pretty girl.” He put a hand up to head head and ran it over her hair. He felt her shiver as he began running his other hand up her knee.

“It’s my mommy’s name, too,” Lara replied.

“Where is your mommy?” Tokar asked. He didn’t recall her mentioning her when he played this program before.

“We were captured by Cardassians and my daddy was put in a work camp. But my mommy, my older sister, and me were taken to a different prison and mommy said they could have her if they promised to let me and my sister go.”

“What happened to her?” He asked. The girl struggled to find the words, obviously overwhelmed by emotions.

“They ripped her dress off and a lot of Cardassians got on top of her and did gross things to her. They made me and my sister watch.” She started crying and Tokar held her and tried to comfort her. Of course, he could have started fucking her right there in the shuttle. His cock was certainly ready for it. But he was in the mood to savor the experience. Besides, he found her story to be quite stimulating.

“What happened next?” He asked after the girl calmed down a little.

“They still took my sister and sold her as a sex slave. They said I was too young, but they didn’t let me go like they promised. They kept us together and kept coming and doing stuff to her every day. But then a Gul came and liked my mommy, so he told the guards that she was his property and nobody else could touch her.”

“Wow, that’s quite an honor,” Takar told the child. “Your mother must be very beautiful to have been taken as a mistress by such a high ranking officer. I bet she’s nowhere near as pretty as you are, though” Tokar began to reach inside her rags and rub her chest. She tried to pull away, but he only held her closer in response.

“All those naughty gross things you saw all those men do to your mommy—well—I’m going to do all those things to you!” Takar moved his hand straight up her thigh. Lata flinched as he touched her panties and started to whine, feeling his finger explore her pussy through the fabric.

He ripped off what remained of her torn clothes, leaving her only in her panties. The scared child whimpered as he ran his hand over her chest.