Counselor Deanna Troi

[knightwriter]

This is a story based on the Star Trek TNG episodes Chain of Command I and II. The story presumes that the Cardassians lure Deanna Troi to Celtris Three instead of Picard. Deanna is assigned on a mission there with Worf and Riker. The story begins after her capture. I have noticed, compared to other writers, as a reader I prefer to have a lot more build up so this story reflects that. Feel free to comment.

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The room was very large with a huge entry door. There were few furnishings except for the center of the room where there was a large desk. Although not immediately apparent, the desk had many hidden panels and drawers. Next to the desk was the interview chair, an ominous looking piece of furniture with the ability to manacle the subject’s wrists and ankles.
Counselor Deanna Troi was pushed into the room by a Cardassian guard. The door shut behind her. She looked around for a moment and then heard a voice coming out of the darkness.
“A challenge,” the voice said. The speaker stepped into the light. He was Gul Madred, a large and imposing looking Cardassian male.
“You should prove an interesting challenge,” he continued. “Possibly the most interesting to come through that door in many years.”
“What do you want?” Troi asked. She was dismayed how clear the terror was in her voice when the large emptiness of the room echoed it back to her.
“Why, you of course,” answered Gul Madred. Deanna felt a stunted wave of pleasure eminate from the Cardassian. He was savoring her, like one might savor the smell of a delicious meal before they consumed it.
“Troi, Deanna,” continued Gul Madred. “Serial number MS dash seven four four six dash two zero five seven. Daughter of Ian Andrew and Lwaxana Troi. Born near Lake El’nar on Betazed. Former Associate Counselor aboard the USS Valley Forge where you conducted extensive studies on Cognitive Psionic Therapy.” Deanna’s eyes widened at the amount of detail the Cardassian had on her history.
“Don’t look so surprised,” said Gul Madred. “How could we have designed a lure for the Counselor of the Federation flagship unless we knew something about her background.”
“Alright,” said Troi, and the anger in her voice was apparent. “So you concocted an elaborate ruse to get me here. Why?”
“In this room,” Gul Madred replied with casual authority, “you do not ask the questions. I ask them, and you answer. And if I’m not satisfied with those answers, you will die.”

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Deanna Troi sat in the interrogation chair. A Cardassian medical officer checked a PADD that monitored the amount of neural chemicals administered to her. Behind the desk, Gul Madred referenced his own PADD while he asked Deanna a series of questions.
Deanna looked straight ahead and spoke with a stream of consciousness detachment. She was in a near catatonic state. Her eyes were half open and her mouth was slack. She was clearly under the influence of a chemical substance.
“Place of birth?” Gul Madred asked.
“Near Lake El’nar, Betazed,” she answered flatly.
“Mother’s name?”
“Lwaxana Troi.” Gul Madred glanced over at the medical officer.
“She’s ready. Keep the serum at that level.” The officer nodded in response. Gul Madred turned back to Deanna.
“What is your current assignment?” Gul Madred asked.
“Counselor, USS Enterprise,” Deanna said in an evenly cadenced monotone. “Temporarily assigned to special operations on Celtris Three.”
“Your mission on Celtris Three?” asked Gul Madred.
“To seek and destroy a cognitive psionic weapon.”
“How many others were part of this?”
“Two.”
“Their names and rank?”
“Commander William Riker. Lieutenant Worf,” said Deanna. Gul Madred entered some information into his PADD.
“What are the access codes to disable the gravitic sensor nets along the Cardassian Federation border?” asked Gul Madred. Deanna paused for one beat before she answered.
“I don’t know,” she said flatly. Gul Madred moved close to her and studied her face. He could not tell whether she really didn’t know or if she was able to hold something back.
“Increase the level slightly,” Gul Madred said to the medical officer, “to point three one.” The medical officer administered a hypospray to Deanna.
“Let’s begin again, shall we?” said Gul Madred. “Name?”
“Troi, Deanna.”
“Place of birth?”
“Near Lake El’nar, Betazed…”

* * * * *

Counselor Deanna Troi, blindfolded, is escorted by two Cardassian guards whose footsteps echo into Gul Madred’s interrogation chamber. They place her standing in front of Gul Madred’s desk. Her hands are manacled. Gul Madred nods to the guards and they exit.
“Counselor Troi,” Madred starts before being interrupted by Troi.
“I demand to see a neutral representative,” she said. Her voice was soft and weary. “As required by the Federation Cardassian peace treaty.”
“Of course,” Gul Madred replied and then removed her blindfold. Deanna flinched when the bright lights in the room hit her dilated pupils. It has been a long time since she has seen light. She squinted and blinked while her eyes gradually adjusted.
“We have already sent a message to Tohvun Three,” explained Gul Madred, “the nearest neutral planet. They assure us they will dispatch someone immediately.” Gul Madred walked in a circle around Deanna and studied her carefully. She looked tired and worn. The last hours for her have not been pleasant.
“I hope you’re feeling better now that the drugs have worn off,” said Gul Madred. He shrugged. “I dislike using drugs, but it is the most efficient means of getting information. Unless, of course, you were given a neuro-inhibitor, enabling you to withhold it.”
“I can’t imagine what information I have that would be meaningful to you,” Deanna said. Her tone was almost pleading. Gul Madred smiled at her comment. He glanced down at her hands.
“Please,” he said, “let me remove those restraints.” He entered a command on his PADD, then manually unsnapped the manacles. Deanna involuntarily rubbed at her wrists which showed deep bruises where the manacles cut into them. Gul Madred gestured to the chair in front of his desk.
“I understand that you are a lover of chocolate. Did you know that Cardassia has some of the most delicious and sought after varieties of chocolate in the galaxy?” Deanna was silent for a long moment. That the Cardassian knew her pleasures came as no surprise anymore. But she wondered at his technique. Although he was trying to put her off balance the geniality of the conversation gave her an opportunity to also learn something about her interrogator.
“I’m afraid I don’t know much about Cardassian cuisine,” she said.
“There is a Cardassian Chocolate Mousse that is decadently sweet with an elegant and almost bitter after taste. It has been a long time since I have had it.”
“Why is that?” asked Deanna.
“I’m afraid culinary extravagance has largely been pushed aside by the need to pay for our war efforts.”
“That war cost you hundreds of thousands of lives,” Deanna said, her voice was weak but insistent. “It depleted your food supplies, left your population weakened and miserable, and yet you risk war again.” Gul Madred’s eyes burned.
“How easy for you to judge us,” he said. “Federation planets seem to want for nothing. But our planet is a hardscrabble world. Famine is still a threat. It’s not so easy for us.” Deanna looked around the interrogation room.
“And yet there seems to be enough to maintain a well outfitted, and well fed military,” she observed.
“It is the military which is the hope of the population,” hissed Gul Madred.
“The Federation would be happy to help you feed your people,” said Deanna, “without the need for warfare.”
“Charity?” sneered Madred, “I don’t think so.”
“Not charity,” said Deanna , “it could be a cooperative effort.”
“Let’s not waste time arguing about issues we cannot resolve,” suggested Gul Madred. “Would you care to try a Cardassian Chocolate Mousse? I can have one brought to you.”
“What I would like,” Deanna said evenly, “is to be returned to my ship.”
“My dear counselor,” Gul Madred said, “you are a criminal. You have been apprehended invading one of our secret facilities. The least that will happen is for you to stand trial and be punished. I am offering you the opportunity for that experience to be… civilized.”
Both were quiet for a moment.
“And the price for that opportunity?” Deanna asked.
“Cooperation.” Gul Madred walked away from Deanna. “We need to know the access codes to disable the gravitic sensor nets along the Cardassian Federation border.”
“You’ve injected me with drugs,” said Deanna with a hint of venom. “You must know that I have already answered truthfully every question put to me.”
“Counselor,” said Gul Madred, “we have gone to great lengths to lure you here. We know that all command level officers aboard the flagship of the Federation would have this knowledge.”
“Then it seems you have more knowledge about the situation that I do,” countered Deanna. Gul Madred stared at her for a beat, then sadly shook his head and tapped into his PADD. Two Cardassian guards entered and pulled Deanna to her feet. She struggled against them but they are easily able to snap the manacles onto her wrists again and then secure them over her head onto a bar on the ceiling.
“Wasted energy counselor,” Gul Madred observed about her struggling. “You might come to wish you hadn’t expended it in such a futile effort.”
“Torture is expressly forbidden,” Deanna shouted, her dread fanned into full fledged terror, “by the terms of the Seldonis Four Convention governing the treatment of prisoners of war.”
“Are you in good health?’ Gul Madred asked. “Do you have any physical ailments I should know about?” Deanna remained silent. Madred took an object from his desk. It was an elegant but vicious looking blade. “Beautiful isn’t it?” he said. He stepped toward her and began cutting away her uniform.
“From this point on,” he continued, “you will enjoy no privileges of rank, no privileges of person. From now on, I will only refer to you as “woman.” You have no other identity.” Gul Madred stripped away the rest of Deanna’s uniform leaving her naked and vulnerable.
Gul Madred walked out of the room. His footsteps echoed down the hall. The door closed behind him leaving Deanna in darkness.

* * * * *

Counselor Deanna Troi hung from her wrists in the interrogation room. She was completely naked. Her head was slumped forward. The long dark curls of her hair covered her face like a veil. Behind her the door opened and the light turned on bathing the room in a soft glow.
Gul Madred entered the room accompanied by two Cardassian guards. Madred was carrying a beverage container. While the guards removed Deanna from the bar, Madred opened the beverage container and poured himself some hot tea.
“Good morning,” he said pleasantly to Deanna, “I trust you slept well?” The guards dragged her to the chair and sat her down. Deanna crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to cover herself. She saw the ugly bruises on her wrists and looked away from them. Gul Madred sipped at his tea. Deanna watched. Her own mouth was dry and parched. She has not had water for a long time. Madred was aware of this fact as well.
“Are you thirsty?” Gul Madred asked.
Deanna nodded slightly.
“I would imagine so,” replied Madred. He finished the glass of tea. “Well, it’s time to move on.” Gul Madred removed a PADD from his desk. Deanna eyed it.
“I have told you what I know,” she said.
“I’m sure you have.” Gul Madred gestured toward the wall. Four separate bright lights lit up on a panel behind him. “How many lights do you see there?” he asked. Deanna looked at the lights. She squinted.
“I see four lights,” she said. Gul Madred lifted his eyebrows, stood, and then walked toward the bank of lights.
“Strange,” he said, “I see five.” He turned back to Deanna. “Are you quite sure?”
“There are four lights,” she said, not understanding his game. Gul Madred walked back to his desk and sat down.
“Forgive me,” he said. “I don’t enjoy this. But my guards will not be pleasant with you if you answer me incorrectly again.” In response the two Cardassian guards moved to Deanna’s side. She felt a flicker of amusement and anticipation from them. A rhythm of fear began to beat inside of her.
“I don’t know the access codes to the gravitic sensor nets,” she pleaded. She was ashamed that she felt her eyes begin to burn. She willed herself not to cry. Gul Madred merely looked surprised.
“But I’ve told you that I believe you,” he said. “I didn’t ask about the access codes. I asked you how many lights you see there.” Deanna stared at him. She realized that the game moved far beyond the mere acquisition of information. She was determined to resist.
“There are four lights,” she said defiantly. Gul Madred looked puzzled. He glanced at the bank of lights then back to Deanna.
“I don’t understand how you can be so mistaken,” he said. He gestured to the guards. They descended on her hungrily like rabid animals. The grabbed her by her arms and lifted her out of the chair. Deanna shouted and resisted. Even if she were not physically and psychologically weakened she would have been no match for them. One of the guards pushed her over on Gul Madred’s desk. He sat back and watched on with an amused expression. Deanna felt the dispassionate cold slate of the desk press against her chest. The Cardassian guard that pushed her forward onto the desk held her arms by the wrists down on the desk. She felt a wave of sadistic pleasure from him, looked at him, and saw that emotion reflected in his face. From behind her the second Cardassian guard grabbed her hips from behind. He already opened the front of his uniform pants. His dark gray penis was ridged and erect. She empathically felt the savage pangs of his feral lust. There was little doubt as to what would come next. She cried out in terror and despair.
While the first Cardassian continued to restrain her down onto the desk the second brutally entered her from behind. Deanna cried out. She could no longer stop the flow of tears. The Cardassian grunted as the thrust repeatedly thrust himself into her in hard, slow, deliberate penetrations. Deanna felt as if he was tearing her apart inside. Gul Madred smiled and brought his face near hers. He examined her expression with curiosity. All around her Deanna could feel the pleasure the Cardassians each experienced. The pace of the Cardassian’s thrusting increased until he unceremoniously shoved himself one final time into her as deeply as he could. He grunted with relief as he let his seed unfold inside her. Even while he continued to press himself into her Deanna could feel thin liquid dribbling out of her and down the crease where her legs were pressed into those of her rapist. Tears continued to flow from her face and a thin trail of her saliva pooled on the desk as she moaned in agony.

* * * * *

The first sensation Deanna felt when she woke was a hot and angry swollen pain down below. She felt torn open, and violated, and dreaded moving even a little to find out how badly she was injured. She remembered being used by the Cardassians. They took turns on her. She wasn’t sure how many times. She couldn’t even remember how many of them there were.
Deanna was gradually aware that there were voices in the room. She was lying on the floor, cold and still naked. She tried to move and felt pain stab through her body like dry thunder. She heard herself cry out. Her voice was disturbingly thin and weak and that made her panic more. She felt dried fluids crusted on her buttocks and thighs. The voice in the room speaking was a young girl, which confused her. She looked toward the voice.
Gul Madred was sitting at his desk with an angelic young Cardassian girl who looked perhaps seven years old. Together they were fiddling with a pet of some sort in a cage.
“I want you to be very careful with your wompat from now on Jil Orra,” said Gul Madred. “Now that she’s separated from her mother, she depends on you.”
“I will father,” the girl said, and then glanced at Deanna. “Do betazoids have mothers and fathers?” she asked.
“Yes,” answered Madred, without looking at Deanna, “but betazoid mothers and fathers don’t love their children as we do.”
“Will you read to me tonight?” asked Jil Orra.
“Yes of course I will,” said Madred, and hugged her. “I will see you later.” With that the girl skipped out of the room, her light footfalls echoing comically as she left. Madred watched his daughter until the door closed and then walked over to Deanna with careful, measured steps like a stalking predator. Deanna tried to muster what strength she had left. She forced herself to sit up. The Cardassians took everything from her. She no longer bothered to try to cover her breasts.
“Your daughter is lovely,” she said truthfully. Madred looked at her cautiously.
“Yes, I think so,” he said, “and unusually bright.” He paused for a moment. “Amazing isn’t it, the way they’re able to sneak into your heart. I must admit I was completely unprepared for the power she had over me from the moment she was born.”
“I’m surprised that you’d let her come in here,” Deanna said, and suppressed the wave of hatred she felt for Madred. She had no problem hating him, but she could not afford to let the emotion get out of control in front of him where it might cause her miss an opportunity if one presented itself.
“Why?” Gul Madred asked. Deanna stared at him. The question from the Cardassian was sincere but it struck her as bizarre.
“To let a child be exposed to this,” she said, “to someone who is injured and suffering… to see that you inflict that suffering…” She felt the pain of her injuries begin to throb with a dull and steadily increasing ache. Gul Madred looked at Deanna with a curious smile, as though trying to understand what she is saying.
“From the time Jil Orra could crawl she has been taught about the enemies of the Cardassians. And that enemies deserve their fate.”
“When children learn to devalue others,” Deanna said, “they can devalue anyone. Even their parents.” Gul Madred’s eyes blazed.
“What a blind, narrow view you have,” he hissed. “What an arrogant woman you are.” He moved closer to Deanna. “What do you know of Cardassian history?” Deanna did not flinch.
“I know that once you were a peaceful people,” she said. “With a rich spiritual life.”
“And what did peace and spirituality get us? People starved by the millions. Bodies went unburied. Disease was rampant. The suffering was unimaginable.”
“Since the military took over,” Deanna said, “hundreds of thousands more have died.”
“But we are feeding the people,” Gul Madred said with passion. “We acquired territory during the wars. We developed new resources. We initiated a rebuilding program. We have mandated agricultural programs. That is what the military has done for Cardassia.” Gul Madred took a breath then leaned in toward Deanna. “Because of that, my daughter will never have to worry about going hungry.”
“Her belly may be full,” said Deanna, “but her spirit will be empty.” Gul Madred backhanded Deanna across the face. She rubbed the back of her hand on her cheek. Gul Madred returned to his desk.
“Shall we begin again?” Gul Madred asked. “How many lights are there?” Deanna looked at the panel of lights.
“What lights?” she said defiantly. Gul Madred tapped the PADD in front of him. The doors slid open and two Cardassian guards entered. Deanna recognized them as the pair that raped her. They came upon her and grabbed her. She did not fight them this time. It was a waste of energy. One grabbed her from behind. The other opened the front of his uniform pants. His penis was already throbbing to erectness. He grabbed her legs and separated them. With one guard holding her from behind, the other one moved toward her and grabbed at her breasts. The Cardassian’s hands were dry and rough like the skin of a lizard. He mauled her breasts roughly and then pinched at the nipples. Deanna winced but knew the discomfort was going to get much worse. The Cardassian licked at his gray lips with an obscenely pink tongue and then thrust his penis into her dry vagina. Deanna could not help but cry out. She felt the emotion of pleasure rise in the Cardassian that raped her as she moaned in pain. His pleasure was not connected to his penetrations but to the sounds of her suffering. She tried to stifle the noises she made but the pain combined with the psychological loss of control, which felt like falling or drowning was too much for her. And she felt her own traitorous body begin to lubricate itself as it prepared for sex. She could not help but pleasure the Cardassian both physically and psychologically.

[knightwriter]

I couldn't finish this tonight. I will continue it later if there is interest.