Before Sisko knew what was happening, a green beam emerged from the weapon Kira was holding. Sisko feared it was a phaser, and attempted to shield his chest. Though the beam struck him, he didn't feel pain, but nauseousness. More surprising, he noticed that his sleepwear was rapidly growing on him, or rather, that he was shrinking out of it.
"What have you done?" He attempted to scream. Instead it came out as a squeak, a voice crack that would have only been appropriate had he been a teenager. The Intendant's face, already luminous with her smile, broke into a laugh after hearing the once imposing captain's voice.
"Ahahahaha! Oh this is going to be fun Sisko." Kira said as she watched him shrink. Down the man shrunk, until he disappeared into his sleepwear. The Intendant walked over in her black catsuit, and rifled through Sisko's clothes. After a few seconds, she found the small man and scooped him up with her hand. She brought him up to her face, resting in her palm. She smiled down at the man, her signature lustful smile appeared as large as the wormhole to the small man. As he was being picked up by the admittedly beautiful giantess, Sisko noticed the black catsuit, and realized that this woman was not his Kira. Mustering up all the dignity he could standing naked, an inch tall, on a woman's palm.
"Intendant! I demand that you undo this immediately!"
"Oh Sisko, don't you think you're in little *giggle* position to give orders?"
"Why have you done this?"
"After everything you've done to me? You made me a fool in front of my superiors, you attacked my station? And worst of all, you betrayed me! We could have been something together Sisko." The psychotic woman began to let her anger take hold of her. The soft hand of the alternate universe Bajoran began to clench into a fist. Sisko lost his breath as the fist tightened. If not the beam, this would be what kills him. But just as soon as the fist formed, it disappeared as mirror Kira regained her calm and condescending face.
"But all of that is going to change now Sisko. Now you're going to be my slave, and not just an average Terran slave, you're going to be my personal special slave." Her voice paused on each of the last few words, letting the small captain absorb the terror she was projecting in those words. "Now," she said in a playful tone, "Should we go ahead and head back over to my place? Or shall we stay at your's for the night?"
Sisko understood that she didn't intend to listen to her in the slightest, and could only thank the Prophets that Jake had gone out to cover a Starfleet mobile hospital on the war front. Somehow, Sisko felt it would be less dangerous out there, than if they still had shared the same quarters.
"Hmmm..." Pondered the Intendant, Sisko still in hand.
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