"I don't know why I agreed to this." said Tanner.

"What're you afraid of? We aren't even wearing gis!" Mei replied.

"Said the 'roided up Marine wannabe." He replied.
*You aren't wearing much of anything* Tanner thought to himself.
Although actually Mei was pretty reasonably clothed for the
activity. A pair of short spandex shorts clung to her bubble butt.
*She didn't use to have that* he thought to himself. She had always
had a nice ass, but lately it was getting ridicules. On top it wasn't
much better. Her breasts had slowed their growth a week ago, but they
were still noticeably bigger than they had been. The big mammaries were
encased by a tight t-shirt and nothing else, as her nipples made
very clear. It wasn't her fault that there were no sports bras on the
planet which would fit her, but it was awfully distracting. 

Mei approached him in a half crouch. They locked up and almost immediately
Mei took a step back, dragging Tanner with her and flipped him over
her shoulder. He landed hard on the local "grass". He had been expecting
her to try to throw him, but he had not been expecting her speed. Tanner
had rolled with a few marines before, so he knew that she was fast even
for someone with amped up reflexes. "When you said you were pretty good
at Judo in high school, did that mean you were one of the better kids on
your Judo team, or that you were the Chinese champion?"

Mei laughed, "Just of Hebei Province. Three years running." Tanner
had been joking. He was surprised to hear that she had actually
been a Judo champion. "I'm pretty rusty though." She said.

When Mei hit a flying arm bar half an hour later, Tanner
decided that he had had enough. "This just isn't fair."

Mei giggled, "Oh come on. I'm just starting to remember how to
set up my favorite throw from a sprawl." 

She hardly seemed to be sweating. "This is just excessive." said
Tanner as he walked away. And he had wrestled in college too.

================================================================================

Mei hummed to herself as she closed the measuring tape across her
fat nipples. In the month she had been on Mistress she had grown
from a B-cup to an F cup. Of course the drug had not just changed her
breasts into big sexy teardrops. Everything about her had changed.
In some cases, like her breasts and ass, it was not subtle at all,
but in others the changes where harder to pin down. Her face had
continued to shift. Examining herself, Mei thought she looked younger.
She had already looked young for a 31 year old, but examining herself
in the mirror she looked more like a 22 year old. Now every expression
she made had erotic undertones.  In fact everything about had gotten
more erotic, from her voice to the way she walked. It was impossible
to look at Mei without being reminded of sex.

Whenever Mei looked in the mirror (taken from a bathroom of
the Mary Anne) she felt herself grow a little moist. She was
just so damn sexy, and she had always been on the borderline
of bisexual. If she found herself arousing, the men found
her presence even more distracting. It was becoming increasingly
common for Mei to catch one of them staring at her burgeoning
curves. When they realized that she saw them they would always
redden and turn away or apologize. Watching them get so flustered
played right into Mei's fetish. She had to resist.

================================================================================

Andrew tried very hard to concentrate on zip tying the bundle of wires
in front of him into a nice neat package. If he focused on that he
would not notice the foot of cleavage hanging a arm's length away
from his head. The repair work on the side engines was done,
but Mei had insisted on neatening up the wires. Before the crash
Andrew might have argued with her, but lately he found the prospect
of standing up to the curvy woman a daunting one. He had been
having dreams about Mei walking him around a beautiful house
on a leash. In his dreams she was wearing a leather corset and
black satin panties. Whenever he strayed from her side or
failed to keep up with her clacking heels she glared
at him and a deep sense of shame hammered through him.
Mei had been getting more assertive too. It wasn't a big
change, but she seemed to be making more and more suggestions,
and they were always such good suggestions that no one really
objected.

Mei smiled inwardly. Andrew had been working on the same zip tie
for the last five minutes, and she suspected his inefficiency
might have something to do with the proximity of her body.
The idea that she could derail the man below her with her
sexuality sent a buzz to Mei's pussy.

================================================================================

"This is Commander James Slate calling a ships counsel. Mei go ahead."

"Thanks James." She replied. Everyone focused on her perfect lips
as she spoke, "Lately I've started producing enough milk to feed each of
you completely. I think we should switch the diet to be entirely
milk. That way we can conserve the food stores for an emergency."

"Will that provide all the nutrients we need?" Asked O'Brian.

Mei gave a radiant smile, "It should. Remember this milk is
different from ordinary breast milk."

Andrew spoke up, "It may be different, but it can't be that different.
There is no way that breast milk has all the nutrients required by
an adult human."

Mei looked a him, a bit annoyed, "I'm telling you my milk is different."

Andrew was a little intimidated by Mei, but he stood his ground.
"Come on Mei, it can't be that different."

Mei wanted to tell him that this milk had been designed for adults,
not children, but there was no way she could explain that. She chewed
her lower lip, and came to a decision. *It's for their own good. I
wouldn't do it unless I had to.* She justified to herself. With that
she let her pheromones go. "It's designed to be extra nutritious."
She said. This time everyone nodded. Mei flipped her hair
back. "Look, my milk has everything you need to survive. Trust
me." She paused. Drinking the same thing every day would get
pretty boring. It would only be right to help alleviate that
boredom. "And it tastes good right? You all love to drink
my milk. Isn't that right?" They all nodded, a little glassy
eyed. "It's like ambrosia. You love it so much I bet you'd
do anything for it." That last sentence just kinda slipped
out. Mei felt her nipples harden at the idea of all the
men addicted to her milk. Begging her for a drop. She
thrust the image down into the pits of her subconscious.
*I've already done enough damage.* She thought, and cut off the
flow of pheromones.

It only took a minute or so for their heads to clear. Finally
Symon spoke up, "So we're switching to all milk. This is pretty
sweet. Mei, your milk is honestly the best thing I've ever
tasted." Everyone murmured their agreement. Mei felt her
arousal spike, but couldn't help but wonder what she had done.

================================================================================

The meeting marked a definite turning point in group dynamics. Even
though James was in command, everyone seemed to defer to
Mei. She never gave any orders, but when she made a suggestion it
was almost always followed. She would catch one of the men staring
at her with lust more and more. When they realized she had noticed
they would color with shame, and increasingly, fear. The changes
had Mei's nipples and pussy abuzz with a constant low grade arousal,
but guilt stalked her. She was determined not to push things even
further.

"Hey James, do you think we should start trying to farm?" Mei asked.
The engine work was done, so they were lounging around outside the
shelter.

James looked at Mei. He managed to keep his eyes on her face, but
that hardly helped him concentrate. The red of her lips brought
darkly erotic thoughts to just under the surface of his mind. At
times like this it was hard to ignore the memory of his dreams luring
in his subconscious. The dreams were always different, but always
featured Mei front and center. Last night he had dreamed that she
was the queen of some ancient civilization. She sat on a throne
made of a single giant ruby and spoke commands he could not remember
in her sultry voice. At her every word glassy eyed servants hastened
to obey. In his dream he became a foreign prince brought before
her after loosing on the field of battle. As he walked into her
throne room her hypnotic eyes seemed to drill right through him.
The dream ended with him crawling towards her feet begging for
mercy.

"Hey James, did you hear me?" Mei pushed her silky black hair
behind her shoulders. It had grown by three inches since she
went on the drug, and the hair at the roots was definitely
thicker and stronger than before.

He shook his head, "Uuuhhhh, yeah. Sorry." Shame washed through
him. "That sounds like a good idea. We might be here for a
while." He looked less groggy now. "And we are relying on the
remotes to keep you fed a little too much."

Mei smiled, "Plus it would give us something to do." She
looked over at Andrew, "Come on. Let's start trying to figure
out the best way to grow shit on this hunk of rock." She
got up and turned towards the door of the shelter. Andrew
trailed behind her like a puppy.

"Ok let's tell the remotes to harvest more of that 'wheat'
that Roger found. And could you start looking for a good
stand of those fruit trees I like? They seem to grow in
the lowlands. I think we should try to transplant them."
Mei pulled her computer from where it was tucked against
the side of her breast and placed it in a console dock.

Andrew felt like he was back in his dreams being lead
around on a leash. Even though Mei was just taking
initiative on running the farm, her assertiveness felt
like something more. He could tell from her manner that
she expected to be obeyed, and Andrew wanted nothing
more than to do just that. His waking fantasies had
increasingly converged with his dreams, and he could now
admit to himself that he wanted nothing more than to be
completely dominated by his sex goddess of a co-worker.
He felt himself get aroused at the idea of searching for
fruit trees just because Mei had asked him to. "Yes
Ma'am." He said.

Mei's nipples stiffened at the sound of the honorific.
She and Andrew held the same rank of specialist, so he
owed her no deference, but she had definitely heard it
in his voice. Before the crash he would have called her
ma'am as a joke, but now it sounded like he meant it. His
voice held plenty of respect, and just the slightest undercurrent
of fear.

They worked in silence for half an hour or so. Mei was laying out
plans for where to put the fields of 'wheat' and where to put
the fruit trees, and Andrew was flipping through the view from
several remotes looking for a good candidate for transplant.
"I got something Mei." He said after a while.

Mei walked over to his console. "Show me."

Andrew took manual control of the remote and eased it closer to
a small grove of trees. "I found a couple other groves, but these
trees seem to be a good size for hauling in the shuttle while
still being large enough to produce fruit."

Mei patted Andrew on the shoulder, "Good work."

He turned towards her, and came face to face with her massive breasts.
Each one was a bit smaller than his head, and he could see fat nipples
poking through the thin fabric of her shirt. He was suddenly very aware
of how much milk was contained in her tremendous assets. His mouth
began to water.

"Hey Andrew, my eyes are up here." Mei said.

He reddened, "S-Sorry. I-I. I was hungry and, uuuhhh." He did not seem to
be able to finish the thought.

The corners of Mei's mouth turned up in amusement, "It's ok.
What were you going to say before you got side tracked?"

Andrew looked up at Mei's face. The angle reminded him of his dream,
and it was a struggle not to get lost in her twinkling eyes. "I was,
uuummm, I was gonna ask if I should have the remotes dig up the
trees so that Roger can get them with the shuttle."

Mei chewed her bottom lip, "No, not yet. Just mark the grove on the
map for now."

Andrew nodded, "Yes ma'am."

She patted him on the shoulder, "Keep looking for more trees. And
get ready to pack up camp." She turned to walk out of the shelter.

After she got out the shelter she called out, "Hey James can I have a
minute?"

They walked a little ways away from the shelter before James said,
"What's up?"

"We should move our camp site. There is better farm land about 70 miles
from here, and it would be good to test out our repairs to the Mary
Anne. I know we can't get out of the atmosphere without the rear engine,
but it would be nice to know that we have some legs." Mei knew that this
was not the right way to speak to her superior officer, but she couldn't
help herself.

A small part of James wanted to reprimand Mei. Even on a survey mission
in peace time, the chain of command is important, and it sounded almost like
Mei was giving him orders. That small part of him was overwhelmed
by the memory of his dream from the night before. In his dream
Mei was the goddess Kali, her nude body dripping with gold and
a flaming sword in one of her four hands. Looking at Mei now it was
hard to forget mantle of absolute power that had enveloped her in
his dream. And besides, it would be nice to just let her take control.
She was a smart woman who would no doubt do as good a job as he could
have. James had a more selfish reason for wanting to accede however.
Submission to Mei held an erotic appeal to him. His dick
throbbed at the idea of it.

Mei looked at James, "Sooooo... What do you think?"

He shook his head, "That sounds like a great idea. How soon do
you want this done?"

Mei's nipples stiffened at the question. That was definitely not
the kind of thing a superior officer asked his junior. She thought
about trying to make it a discussion, but then thought *fuck it if
he wants me to be in charge I won't turn him down*. "Let's pack
today and tomorrow, then leave the day after. There
is no need to rush things. We have plenty of time."

Slate almost said "Yes Ma'am," but caught himself before he spoke.
Instead he said, "That sounds like a good idea."

================================================================================

"Alright, the workshop should go over there." Mei pointed an elegant
finger at a patch of relatively flat ground. "And put the main
habitat there." She pointed to a larger patch of ground. "But
first get Deeks to help you get the rocks out of the ground."
O'Brian nodded and went to look for Deeks. If it bothered him that
he was taking orders from a junior, he gave no sign of it.

<Fhhump> Mei tossed down the workshop tent. She could have used a
remote to carry the heavy shelter, but she enjoyed using her enhanced
muscles. Tanner watched her from where he was helping to lay out the
main habitat. *She's pretty strong* he thought to himself. *Has she
gotten taller?* it was hard to know if her apparent increase in height
was real or just a result of her powerful physical presence. It was
a presence that had continued to increase noticeably. Her incredibly
curves had left supermodel territory behind and now put her solidly in
the ranks of porn stars.

Mei wiped the sweat from her brow. It was not that she was tired,
but the heat of the day had brought sweat to her skin. They
were almost finished setting up the habitats. Most of the work
was setting up attachment pipes and cable between the habitats
and various environmental systems. Not that the life support
units got much use. Eden was remarkably similar to Earth. It
probably had the most livable climate that humanity had found
outside of the home world. All the same it was nice to know
that the heater was installed properly in case it turned out
that Eden defined all the rules of climate and had winters
near the equator. Better safe than sorry.

She walked over to where the others had congregated in a little
clump. She picked up her water bottle and started gulping.
Her throat rippled with each swallow, and it was not too long
before she had drained all two liters. After she gave a contented
sigh as she put it down, she noticed that everyone was staring
at her. "Sorry. None for you." She said. She had stopped filtering
her water a few weeks after the crash, so it had high levels of
toxins.

Roger was drooling a little Mei noticed with surprise. In fact
all five men were staring at her breasts with wistful
expressions on their faces. They were having a harder and harder
time resisting the temptation to stare lately, but this was
extreme. "C'mon guys." She said.

They seemed to snap out of it a little. Tanner cleared his
throat and said, "I, aaaahhh, sorry. I'm just pretty hungry."

Mei put her hands on her hips, "Well then go grab a bite
from the food stores." Their little fridge unit had been
full of milk before they set out, but Mia had told Deeks
to toss it reasoning that she could quickly produce
enough milk to make up for it, and that they could
draw on the food stores during the move.

Andrew spoke up a little fearfully, "It's just that your
milk is so much better than any normal food."

"Please Mei." Said Slate.

"I'll do anything you want." said Symon.

Mei's nipples were hard as diamonds. It was kind of her fault
that they were so addicted to her, so she figured it would
be cruel to deny them. She put her fingers under the hem of
her shirt. In one smooth motion she pulled the overstretched
garment over her head, letting her perfectly formed breasts
bounce freely. She thought she heard someone say "wow" under
their breath. She sighed, "Ok guys. Come here."

Andrew and O'Brian were the first to take her large nipples
between their lips. As they drank she could feel them
trembling against her. She was a little surprised by how
fast they filled up. Her breasts still felt so full of their
creamy milk when the two men pulled back.

Drinking directly from Mei was so much better than drinking
cold milk from a glass. Andrew felt as if Mei was inserting
herself into his mind. He wasn't sure exactly what, but
something had definitely changed when he finished drinking.

Tanner stood hypnotized by the sight of Andrew and O'Brian
kneeling before Mei, latched to her generous breasts. It was
so like his recurring dream about Mei that he shuddered
a little. In his dream Mei stood topless at one end of a vast
conveyor belt. Struggling men were chained down on their
knees on the belt. Every ten seconds the belt twitched
towards Mei and she released a single drop of milk from
each of her breasts into the mouths of a pair of men.
Faceless assistants at her side unchained the men and her
new slaves kissed her feet before walking calmly down a
hallway behind her.

Mei cupped a hand behind Tanner's and James' necks
she was surprised when Tanner started groaning and
twitching. A smile touched the corners of her mouth
as she continued to bring them to her stiff nipples.
She was expecting some of the others to notice and say
something, but they all seemed to entranced by her
body. She felt a bit of heat creep into her cheeks from
the arousal.

After Deeks drank his fill Mei pulled her to-small shirt back on.
Her breasts still held enough milk to feed another man or two. At
this point her milk output was becoming a little excessive. The
last time she had measured herself she had found that she
needed an H-cup bra, not that the information was any use
out here.  Still, Mei wanted to keep taking Mistress because
she did not know how many of her changes would revert after
she went off the drug. The drug unit of the biophab had enough
supplies to produce another month's worth, and she planned
on finishing the entire supply. That would give her a good
margin of error. Her primary concern was the danger that
using for such a long time  would degrade her ability to
regulate her pheromone and milk output, but so far
her control was as good as ever. Considering the fact
that she had only released a cloud of pheromones once
it was remarkable how much she had come to dominate the
group.

================================================================================

Commander Slate put Mei officially in charge of the farm
project, and because it was really the only thing to do,
that meant that she was now officially in charge pretty
much all the time. Part of Mei's justification for the
project was that it would prevent the castaway crew from
getting bored, so it grew in scope to the point where
not even Mei would be able to eat the output they
produced assuming there were not calamities.

They could have done most of the work with remotes, but
Mei said that she wanted to conserve the little machines,
and besides working on the farm was fun, or at least
enjoyable. Mei settled into her roll as farm boss easily,
and her five crew mates seemed to revel in the situation.
They seemed to enjoy taking orders from Mei even more than
she enjoyed giving them.

================================================================================

"Forty-three inches at the bust, ma'am." Roger O'Brian said, trying to keep
a professional tone. The current situation reminded him of his recurring
dream about Mei so much that it was hard for him to focus. In his
dream he was a servant in Mei's house. The house and number of other
servants changed, but that detail remained the same. Sometimes he
was a cook, other times he was a butler. In his dream he had always
done something wrong and Mei was lecturing him on how he had to
fix it. Of course he hadn't done anything to disappoint Mei now,
but he was very afraid to do so.

"What does that make for total measurements?" She asked.

"43-23-36 ma'am." He said.

"Ok. See how tall I am." She said.

"I don't need that to make you new cloths." Said Roger. He had
spent hours pouring over instructions on tailoring from the
ship's computers. Mei was finally getting too large to squeeze
into her stretchy leggings and overworked t-shirts, so she had
asked him to help her make new cloths. She had long since had
to cut all of her (quite stretchy) shirts at the neck, exposing
acres of creamy titflesh, but yesterday her growing bosom had
ripped her shirt in half.

Mei looked at him, a little surprised that he would question her.
It had been a while since one of the others had challenged her.
"I know. I just want to know how tall I am."

"Yes ma'am." He said and hastened to comply. After a moment he
said, "You're 5'9" ma'am."

"Huh." Mei said. She had gained two inches since starting the
drug. That was unexpected.

================================================================================

Mei popped the last Mistress pill, "Well, that's it, huh." She hoped that
going off the drug would not cause her milk production to drop, but if it
did she had plenty to spare. Her J-cup breasts were massive on her athletic
frame, and she could feel the taut sensation that the milk inside them
produced. In the four weeks since she had fed her crew members directly
for the first time, she had slowly stopped expressing milk at the beginning
or end of a day. Now she just waited until they got hungry and let them
drink directly from her bosom. It was a little more convenient for her
this way, and besides she enjoyed the way they begged her for milk.

She walked into the small kitchen. Roger was sitting at the kitchen
table, "Can I please have some milk ma'am?" He asked.

Mei smiled, "After my breakfast." She was perfectly willing to provide
sustenance for the others, but there was no reason to fall all over
herself to do it. Besides, it was fun to make them wait. "I think
I'll have some of those lizard eggs, and that bread you made was
pretty good. Why don't you make some toast for me. Oh and if you
have any more of that 'ham' in the pantry why don't you throw that
in."

Roger nodded, "Anything else ma'am?"

Mei shook her head. "That's all." She pulled out her computer
and began poking through the plans she had made for a 'hog'
pen.

================================================================================

To her surprise Mei kept growing after she went off Mistress.
The growth slowed, but her body seemed to have built up a
bit of momentum, and it was not willing to stop all at once. 
It finally petered out about six weeks after she stopped
taking the drug. When she stopped growing she stood a little
over 5'10" and sported teardrop shaped KK-cup breasts. Her
ass and hips hadn't quite kept pace with her bountiful bosom,
but compared to her slender waist they still looked massive.
Despite her altered center of gravity Mei moved with a feline
grace. Her natural athleticism and enhanced musculature gave
her incredible control over her body. The pillars of smooth
muscle that were her legs carried her in a smooth glide that
set her remarkable rear to swaying.

Mei expected that her breasts would stop producing as much
milk once she went off the drug, but she found her breasts
to be as taught and full as ever weeks after her growth had
stopped. *I guess the changes were a little more pronounced
than I thought they would be.* Mei thought, curling her
perfect lips into a slight smile. Her erotically charged
body might be a little over the top, but it was nice to be
a sex goddess. *If we ever manage to get off this rock,
I'm going to have to find a way to tone this down.* It would
be inconvenient if her coworkers were constantly distracted
by Mei's unstoppable sex appeal.

================================================================================

"How does that look, Mistress?" Symon held up a mirror so that
Mei could examine herself. He had meant to say "ma'am", but
"Mistress" had slipped out instead. I just felt more appropriate.
Still, Symon was a little worried that Mei would be weirded out.

To Symon's relief she seemed to accept the new honorific as her
due. She just looked in the mirror and examined her new haircut.
Symon was improving as a hair stylist, she thought. He his work
had been full of mistakes at first, but he seemed very motivated
to improve. He had plenty of opportunity to practice too, because
Mei's hair grew at an astounding rate now. Her silky black hair
seemed to grow an inch about every four days. It was so thick
and strong that it took Symon hours to cut using conventional
tools. Lately he had been speeding things up by using his
omnitool in scissor mode. Not even Mei's hair could put up a
fight against the sharpened forcefields that the little device
produced.

Mei turned her head from side to side, "Good work Symon. We'll
make a stylist out of you yet." She smiled warmly at him.

Symon preened under Mei's approval. "Thank you, Mistress."

Mei's nipples stiffened at the sound of the new honorific. She
thought about telling him to just call her "ma'am", or even nothing
at all, but he was the one who had started it. It wasn't like she
had used her hypnotic pheromones to turn him into a submissive
slave. He wanted to submit to her. "Clean this up." she said
pointing to the pile of hair on the floor.

"Yes Mistress." Said Symon, watching in awe as Mei left the room,
her hips swaying gracefully.

================================================================================

"May I please have some milk Mistress?" Commander Slate stood before Mei
with his head bowed. It had been a long time since he had thought of
himself as commander of the crew. The authority he had vested in Mei
to run the farm had grown naturally until she was the authority in
all things. This was fine by Slate. In fact, he was more than fine with
it. He really wanted to submit to Mei even further. The idea of becoming
completely owned by the beautiful woman in front of him was an incredible
turn on. So far he had been too timid to express his desires to the
imposing sex goddess.

Mei looked at Slate fondly. She had stopped growing a few months ago,
but her power over the small crew had not. None of them
dreamed of calling her anything but Mistress anymore. It was remarkable
considering she had only released her pheromones that one time. Mei's
current hypothesis was that the radically altered group dynamics could
be attributed to her increased attractiveness and the power dynamic
set up by the fact that she was the sole source of sustenance for the
men. "When you're that polite, of course you can have some." She said
warmly. Lately she had started insisting on the utmost respect when
the crew asked for any milk. After all, she was keeping them alive.

James felt his mouth water as Mei's impossibly large breasts slowly
came into view. She looked jaw-droppingly sexy in the fitted button
down shirt that O'Brian had made for her, but it was nothing compared
with how she looked when the shirt came off.

"C'mere." Said Mei, pulling the hypnotized Slate to her bosom. They
always got a little glassy eyed when she exposed her breasts.

When James finished drinking he shuffled back. He looked torn between
a difficult decision. "What is it?" Asked Mei.

James looked confused, "What's what?"

Mei arched one elegant eyebrow, "C'mon James. I know something's up.
Tell me what's on your mind."

He looked at her. "N-Nothing."

Mei's eyes bored into him. "James..."

James gulped, "It's just that it isn't very appropriate, and I don't
want to insult you, and-"

Mei cut him off, "It's ok James. I won't be offended. Really."

He looked at her hopefully, "Ok. Uuummm. I was just thinking that,
uuummm. Well I was wondering if..." He trailed off.

*Jesus, it's like pulling teeth* thought Mei, "Spit it out James."

Fear flashed across his face, "It'sjustthatiwantyoutoownme." He
said all in a rush.

Mei felt herself growing aroused, "You want me to what?"

"O-Own me." Said Jame with a stutter.

*I basically already do.* Thought Mei happily to herself.
"Do you really want me to own you? With all your heart?"

He nodded, "Yes Mistress."

"Do you submit to me totally? Do you take me as your Mistress?"

"Y-Yes."

"Say it."

"I submit to you Mei. Please take possession of me, Mistress."

Mei's breathing was getting a little husky. "If you want, I can
turn you into my absolute slave. You will be perfectly devoted
to me and my whims. But before I do that I need to know that
is what you really want. Is it?"

Slate nodded. "Please Mistress. I'll do anything you want."

Mei smiled, "Then come take another drink." She said in her
sultry voice, once again baring her full bosom. For the
first time since the crash she allowed her milk to become
infused with suggestive chemicals. A single drop of white
liquid beaded on the tips of her nipples. Not for the first
time Mei was grateful for the perfect control of her let-down
reflex that Mistress gave her.

James leaned forward to take Mei's nipple in his mouth. As
soon as his lips touched the tiny white droplet his eyes took
on a hypnotized sheen. Mei looked down at him. Considering how
much Mistress she had taken, there was no doubt in her mind that
one drop was enough. "James look at me. Look at how beautiful I
am. Listen to me very carefully. I want you to gather up all of
your self will, all of your individuality. Reach deeeeep into
your memories. It's very important that you get everything.
When you have it all, tell me. Take your time. In the mean
time notice how your attraction to me grows with every passing
second. Thaaats it. Look at my big bountiful bosom. Imagine you
are falling into, just a tiny little man trapped in my massive
cleavage. You are totally powerless before me."

Mei stood with her shirt open in front of him, her chest heaving
with passion. After a moment James said, "I have it all Mistress."

Mei smiled at him. "Good. Now I want you to give it all to me.
All of your self will? Gone. All of your individuality? Gone.
There is only room for me. I own you James. From the souls
of your feet to the top of your head, I own you. You are nothing
but another one of my possessions. Now thank me for deeming you
worthy of enslavement."

James sank to his knees, "Thank you Mistress. Thank you so much.
I'm not worth to be in the same room as you. Thank you." He
was crying a little, "Thanks you." He said again.

"Call me Mistress Mei from now on. Mistress is too informal, and
you don't want to be informal with Mistress Mei, now do you?"

James looked up at her, "N-No Mistress Mei. Please I'm sorry."
He crawled towards her feet and started licking. 

*Well now I've really given in to my desires.* Thought Mei.
He had begged her to do it though. *I didn't say anything about
submitting to me during that meeting. He wanted this.* She
thought to herself. *And I wanted it too.*

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"A little bit towards me Mistress Mei." Andrew called from behind the
bulky piece of battle steel that Mei was guiding into place. Several
remotes were carrying most of the weight, but even so it took quite
a bit of strength to move the free floating engine around. *This would
be so much easier in zero gee.* Mei thought. Unfortunately they were
stuck on Eden until they could finish replacing the rear engine
with the four side engines.

Mei had decided that they were unlikely to be rescued a month ago. There
was still a chance, but another survey crew should have been through here
looking for them a long time ago. The scanners had remained quite as
church mice however. There was no doubt in Mei's mind that the delay
had come because the admiralty had shifted its priorities, which
meant that humanity was once again at war. Getting back to
civilization would be hard, and potentially lethal in the modified
Mary Anne, but Mei had to try. Commander Slate and O'Brian had seen
heavy combat during the last war, and the fleet could do with their experience.

If they got back alive Mei herself intended to go to officer training school.
She had avoided the military in the past because she was afraid that being
embedded in a hierarchy would bring out her most dominant tendencies. Mei
was no longer afraid of that side of herself. If the Bureau of Personal
saw fit to give her a commission, she would serve the Empress as a
Lan was intended to. The navy had an eight month program to turn personnel
who had been enlisted for more than four year and had recommendations from
their commanding officers into officers. It would not taker her that long
to get started on the tactical track. She would be a mustang, an former
enlisted officer, in no time.

Before any of that could happen they would have to get the
Mary Anne to a point where she could fly again. Removal of the
side thrusters meant that their maneuvering capabilities were greatly
diminished. O'Brian would not be piloting the ship in the modern sense
on the way up. Instead they would have to execute a pre-computed flight
plan with some minor manual adjustments, in much the same way that rockets
had taken off in the 21st century. *It's a good thing the Bureau of
Ships decided that survey ships should have engines designed for combat
maneuvers.* Mei thought. If the side thrusters had been like the tiny ones
found on civilian and commercial ships there would have been no hope
of escaping Eden's gravity well.

"Is that good?" Mei asked, bracing her hip against the engine.

Andrew was silent for a few seconds, and Mei heard the whir of a bolt
being snugged into place by his omnitool. "Got it." He said. Mei had
taken possession of all her crew mates in the weeks following James'
enslavement, but she ordered them to dispense the deference when they
were working or planning. There were all too many times in Chinese
history when something had gone horribly wrong because a subordinate
did not feel comfortable sharing his opinion with a superior. James
was a much better astrogator than her, and she would have been a fool
not to tap the knowledge. Similarly, she was perfectly happy to defer
to Tanner and his masters in Electrical Engineering when it came to
designing the jury rigged cable system the would use to power and
control the engines. A feedback loop in a circuit involving a fusion
core was not pleasant.

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"Two minutes to launch Mistress Mei." Came O'Brian's soft Irish accented voice.
Mei was not quite sure why, but his accent had become slightly more pronounced
every since she enslaved him.

"Very good. James, you're in charge for the duration of the ascent."
She said from the observer's chair. Mei might be confidant in her abilities
as a leader, but she knew Commander Slate was much better prepared to
handle what was to come.

"Yes Mistress Mei." Said James from his seat in the captain's chair. It was
fortunate that Mei was not part of the flight crew. James would have had a
hard time giving her orders, even when she told him that he had to.

"Weather is clear. Thirty seconds, sir." Tanner called from his seat
at the small tactical station.

James just sat back in his chair, projecting an air of confidence. It
was probably no longer necessary, considering that the entire crew
belonged to Mistress Mei, but a good commander had to keep his crew calm.
Mistress Mei had tasked James with taking them out of Eden's gravity well,
and he would do the very best job he could.

"Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Mark." 
As Tanner finished his countdown sequence O'Brian punched the button
which would bring the engines from their idling state to full power.
The ship shuddered and bucked. The crew was jostled in their crash
seats, but no one was plastered back into the cushions like in
old NASA movies. The inertial sump was operating smoothly, and this
close to a planetary mass it found plenty of places to dump the
gees. 

The Mary Anne arced up into the sky, leaving a puffy contrail in
her wake.

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"This is Her Majesty's Star Fort Kennedy. Please identify."

The crew of the Mary Anne burst into cheers. "We made it boys!" Said
Mei, pumping her fist. "Come on, tell them who we are." She made
a *continue* gesture at Commander Slate.

"This is Her Majesty's Ship Mary Anne. We've deviated from our flight
plan a little."

They had to wait five minutes for the radio waves to finish their
round trip journey. In a capitol ship they could have drilled through
hyperspace to talk over an FTL channel, but the Mary Anne's hyper drive
was not large enough to handle that. "I'll say you have. You're two
years late and 400 light years off course. Please enter the transmitted
orbit. I'll have a tender out to you in 2 hours. From your emissions
profile it looks like you limped here with one leg and no crutches."

O'Brian copied the course that the traffic controller had given him
and turned towards Mei, "Permission to take us home Mistress Mei?"

Mistress Mei grinned, "Granted. And remember boys, when we get back, no on is
to know that I own you. You will go about your lives as if nothing has
changed. Unless I say otherwise, of course."

She couldn't stop humming happily to herself the whole time they were
being towed into Fort Kennedy's huge hangar.
