Mistress Williams.

You were starting to regain consciousness, your eyes still closed you were hearing voices.

"It's been three days, maybe he's dead. He might never wake up." You recognized Smith's gentle voice immediately, not only was she a fine engineer, but she had a sweet-smooth tone even when she was not happy about something.

"The medikit says he'll live, and we can’t leave him here, you know what they'll do to him." Replied Williams, the Gorgon's pilot and your second in command; her voice had more of an edge to it.

"Your plan might work but will he go with it anyway? He is an officer after all." Asked Smith, and you sensed the doubt in her words.

You were alive then. Injured? Your crew kept you alive but was considering leaving this place and those two women couldn’t carry you. No more malingering then, your crew needed you to be awake, so awake you must.

You tried opening your eyes but the light burnt them like you were looking into a super nova.

"What hap...." you tried but your throat was too dry. "Water.."

"He's awake, give him something to drink!" Ordered Williams.

Smith took a bottle and holding your head gently in her soft, warm arms she helped you drink some lukewarm water. Your cheek rested against something worm and soft, like the best pillow you've ever slept on. For a second you asked yourself if you hadn't died and joined some sort of afterlife as imagined by Humanity in its antiquity.

Smith was totally nude, wearing only an heavy metalic collar around her neck as she bent over you to help you drink.

A quick look the other way showed you that Williams was wearing a strange dress made of a stripe of bright orange emergency parachute drapped around her body. It left lot of her dark skin exposed, one firm tit beautifully on display and the other was partially visible through the sheer fabric that covered the very tops of her toned thighs. In her hand she was holding a second collar.

"What happened? Why are you dressed like that?" You asked them.

"We thought we'd lost you Captain. After the crash we couldn't wake you up." Explained Williams.

"Smith how is the ship?" You asked the naked blonde.

"Toast, Sir. What survived the torpedo burnt in the re-entry and I had to do an emergency cooldown on the plasma core to prevent an explosion. Nothing short of a few weeks in a real shipyard will make it fly." Explained your engineer.

"And did all your clothes burn too?" You asked trying to smile.

"No that's because of Williams' plan." She replied.

"Lieutenant, what is she talking about?" You asked your first mate.

"With my skin color I am accepted among the locals, I sneaked out to a local village and their language is easy for our implants to translate, it's not even that difficult to speak if you keep your sentences simple." Her white teeth flashed in a brilliant smile. "I had an idea to keep both of you alive. We will pass you two as slaves that I captured. "

Well that explained the collars, the dress and even the massive bulk of hair she had on her head as artifices to fool the locals.

"What next? How do we get away without the ship?" You asked her. "And what if we are taken away from you?"

"As far as I can tell, the common planet-side natives have strict laws, stealing a **** would carry a **** sentence or a life of slavery. About leaving I don't think it will be possible." Williams seemed to straighten slightly with pride as she spoke. "Their space-faring overlords have a strong fleet as we just discovered, they even defeated the odd Grey or Draykchin raids on their world. I guess we will have to make do while living here."

It was easy for her to say, as it would be you and Smith who were slaves and not her.

"Quickly Sir, we have to prepare you!" Interrupts Smith, "if anyone sees you in uniform it will ruin everything."

You were surprised to be wearing a clean uniform and not the soiled and blood stained one you expected after three days in a coma.

"How?" You inquired.

"We were all pretty messy and stinky when we woke up so we cleaned you and dressed you in your spare uniform." Replied Williams.

Damn.

You had been stripped and bathed by two beautiful naked women and you missed it.

You began to remove your uniform shyly - they don't cover undressing in front of your crew in officer's training. You decided to stay in your underwear, for as long as possible, but almost immediately you noticed that your skin felt strange. A touch along your smooth forearm and a check inside your boxers revealed that you were totally hairless from the head down.

"I like smooth dudes much better." Said Williams as she saw you wondering how it happened.

"The boxers too, Sir. We have to be buck-ass naked to pass as slaves, for Lisa's plan to work." Smith told you as she fastened the collar around your neck. You didn't recognise the tech so it must have been local.

You begrudgingly lowered your boxers to expose your dick. It was now bald , knowing they had already seen it help you combat the embarrassment of stripping. But even as you were trying to act like it was no big deal undressing in front of two beautiful women, you remembered Williams' remark about liking smooth dudes and that she had taken the time and effort to shave you. Could it be that there was a chance of something happening with her.

You could have done without the growing erection that you had no chance of hiding. Between Smith's lovely naked body with her small round breasts and nearly perfect legs and the fierce Amazonian beauty of Lieutenant Williams as she stood dressed only in that strip of orange fabric you just couldn't keep your natural response in check.

"Did you pack gear to take with us ?" You asked them.

"No we don't dare take anything from the Gorgon with us. That kind of UTF technology would give us away. " She replied.

Clipping a length of rope to both your collars Williams dragged you naked out of the dead ship. As you followed behind her wondering why she had to be so rough, you thought over William's plan. You understood the logic of blending in with the locals, but just a few items from your tool-belt would make a big difference in your ability to survive comfortably on this primitive planet.

Without your uniform and tool-belt, you looked like any of the local enslaved population. The only distinctive feature you had was the small tattoo on your shoulder. A cog in an Ouroburos, the cog for engineer and the circling snake for your homeworld of Ophidia. You had it done on the Grendel on your first assignment as it was a ship tradition.

"Oh and starting now you should call me Mistress Williams and obey my every order." Williams told you both with a confident smile. "Come now, slaves! We had a bright new world to discover." You noticed that Smith was looking very much like she enjoyed this.