"Your progress has been too slow," said Lady Valex. Lady Valex was the commander of the Imperial army – a psionic knight with mysterious powers that everyone feared. Officer Romm hoped that Lady Valex didn't notice the trembling in her hands. Meetings with this woman rarely went well, as she was known to be capricious and cruel. The Lady appeared very pale, with raven black hair pulled back into a taut ponytail. She was beautiful in frightening and sinister way, wearing black robes that concelead much of her body.
	"I am sorry, Lady Valex," Officer Romm replied. "The Princess is more resistant than I thought. It is possible that we will not get the blueprints from her in the time we need."
	"You dare to tell me this?!" Lady Valex hissed, rising to her feet with one hand on her plasma sword.
	"I have another plan, Imperial Lady," Officer Romm answered humbly. She felt pinpricks in her heart – her entire career rested on this next move.
	"Yes, we destroy her entire planet!" Lady Valex answered, looking at Officer Romm in a calculating way. Even Officer Romm was unnerved by the way the woman smiled as she described the deaths of an entire planet.
	"Imperial Lady, my plan would have her entire planet join the Empire as our loyal subjects. With their support, victory against the Rebels would be assured," Officer Romm said. Her voice trembled.
	"I'm listening," Lady Valex answered, sitting again.
**
	Princess Laya lost track of time in that dark space. She tried to keep track of her ruined orgasms, but even that proved impossible. All of her mental defenses were ineffective: she could not meditate due to the Tardasian worm. She could not visualize due to the constant tickling sensation on her face. And she could not find mental fortitude when she was stewing in the water from another woman's foot bath. Although she was beloved by her people, she knew if they saw her in such a position it would undercut her authority forever. She nearly lost her mind as the ordeal went on, paralyzed in anguish. 
	The noise was faint at first.
	"You will obey Officer Romm unconditionally."
	At first the thought seemed absurd. She would rather die! Did they really think such a childish technique would work on her? Then it repeated itself.
	"You will obey Officer Romm unconditionally."
	The voice was a woman's, cold and grave. Interestingly, it didn't seem to originate from anywhere. It seemed like it was coming from inside her own head. Again, she balked at the suggestion. Maybe she would obey Officer Romm in small things to keep herself alive, but unconditionally? Never.
	"You will obey Officer Romm unconditionally."
	The voice repeated itself regularly. Each time, Princess Laya found it a little less absurd. The voice was so authoritative, so commanding. She found herself wondering what unconditional obedience would look like. Could it be a way to serve the Rebel cause, like as a spy? Yes, that was it! She could act as a spy for the Rebellion, gathering intelligence as she grew closer to the Empire. After all, sometimes the best rebellion was perfect obedience.
	As though to reward her for the thought, the Tardasian worm finally allowed the Princess to have her orgasm. It ripped through her body at warp speed, causing her toes to curl and her back to arch. She felt her pelvic muscles contract in new, wonderful ways. Maybe being a spy wouldn't be so bad, although she shuddered at the touch of the stockings against her face. She was quite uncomfortable with this new association.
	The hatch opened, and a blinding light flooded into her chamber. Her restraints undid themselves, and the Tardasian worm slipped out of her. Slowly, she sat up, feeling the water drip from her soaked hair. 
	Officer Romm was towering above her looking composed as ever. Her blonde hair was tucked away beneath her officer's cap, and she wore a smart black uniform. She was smiling dubiously.
	"Here," she said, offering the Princess a black towel. "Cover your hair so you don't make a mess."
	An order! Princess Laya thought about refusing, but it was a silly thing to say 'no' to. She removed the steel gag from her mouth, then wrapped her hair in the black towel. Standing before the Imperial Officer, she was freshly aware of her own state of undress: she was only wearing a white bra and panties which were now utterly soaked. She blushed, taking a seat on the twin-sized bed in the prison cell and crossing one leg over the other to cover herself. She looked at her own pedicure, and saw that her own sky blue nail polish had grown out very slightly. She hid her toes in shame. If she were back at home, she would have a servant care for her nails immediately.
	"We did not know you are Psionic," Officer Romm said plainly. 
	The princess started. How did they find that out? It was her secret pride that she was born as a Psionic, although her powers never manifested much. She could lift up small objects with her mind, and get an impression of a person's mood but that was about it. Still, it foretold greatness that she was the sole heir to the Veranian throne and a Psion also. 
	"We have an arrangement for you," Officer Romm continued. "In one situation, we point the galactic canon at Verania and destroy the entire planet. Millions of your people die, and you are to blame for not saving them."
	Princess Laya could only glare as cold terror gripped her heart. She knew it was not an empty threat.
	"Or, the Empire could peacefully occupy Verania. Life continues as it was, except you will have to surrender your throne to the Empire. You will remain in the public eye, but only as a figurehead and as an attendant to the Imperial ruler. This is the option that we have chosen instead. You accept, of course?"
	Princess Laya glared at Officer Romm and weighed her options. Knowing she could never doom her people, she decided to take Officer Romm's deal. She vowed to take every opportunity to overthrow the Empire and pass along intelligence to the rebellion, but for now she would go along with what they said.
	"What must I do to take the second offer?" Princess Laya asked. Officer Romm smiled in return.
	"Follow me."
**
	They went to a medbay, Princess Laya padding down the polished hallway in her bare feet. Although it was crazy, she felt like everyone there was staring at her feet and seeing the disrepair her nails were in. Most of the officers smirked as she walked by, which deepened the pale girl's blush. Her toned body was on display, and many of the soldiers gave her lewd stares.
	Officer Romm motioned to the surgical bed, and the brunette Princess took a seat. When she asked what would happen, the Officer only gave her a harsh look, which she took as a signal to be quiet. 
	It was over very suddenly. A medical droid pricked the back of her head, and the next thing she knew, she was awakening in the same bed. She didn't know how much time had passed, and she felt a dull throbbing in her head.
	"What happened?" Princess Laya asked the Officer, when she came in the room a few minutes later.
	"You've been fitted with a glial implant. It will keep track of your vitals and help ensure your loyalty to the Empire," Officer Romm told her. 
	Princess Laya nearly wretched – only slaves were fitted with glial implants! Their use was forbidden on Verania due to the nature of control they gave a master over their subject. Even worse was its side effects: it turned the slave's (person's, Laya reminded herself) irises a deep red color so their status was unmistakable. It was beautiful in an alien way, and people with the red eyes faced serious discrimination from practically everyone. Princess Laya looked in a nearby mirror to see her fear realized: her irises were now somewhere between wine and blood red.
	"This model also surpresses your Psionic abilities, although they won't go to waste. I am now able to use them on your behalf," Officer Romm gloated. A scream died in Laya's throat.
	"Get up now, we have a lot to discuss."
	Princess Laya followed obediently back to her cell, more a prisoner than ever before. At first she tried to keep her eyes downcast, but Officer Romm ordered her to keep her chin up and make eye contact with each soldier that passed by. They were shocked to see the Princess's eyes, and her cheeks quickly flushed red to match. Some soldiers pointed cameras at Laya, which she was helpless but to smile for.
	When the two women finally got back to Laya's prison cell, she was happy for the privacy. She sat down on the firm bed as Officer Romm took a seat at the chair nearby.
	"Laya, help me with these shoes," Officer Romm said, pointing down to her own high-heeled shiny black leather boots. Princess Laya gave her a scared look – was this the future Officer Romm had in mind for her? She felt a zap in her brain, and immediately knelt before the blonde woman, busying her hands with untying the long laces on her knee-high boots.
	Her cheeks flushed and she flared her nostrils in anger at this new task. To be tortured with Officer Romm's feet was one thing, but to willingly serve at them was quite worse. Princess Laya finally succeded in removing the Officer's shoes, and was surprised to see that the woman wasn't wearing socks or even stockings!
	"Yes, I enjoy the sensation of leather against my bare feet. I find it... thrilling and empowering to know that a beast gave its life just to make my feet more comfortable," Officer Romm told Princess Laya, who only sat dumbly listening.
	"There is one small problem that you could help me with. You see these little flecks of leather all along my feet? I want you to pick them off for me. You know how important foot hygiene is to the Veranian people," Officer Romm explained.
	Princess Laya scowled at Officer Romm. Foot hygiene was certainly important, but the women who worked on other womens' feet were the lowest of the low! As a Princess, it was unthinkable for Laya to take on such a duty. Ancient customs made it clear that even a member of the royal family could be made into a slave if she were properly conquered beneath the feet of another woman.
	While Laya thought about all of this, she noticed her body was moving. Her thumb and forefinger approached Officer Romm's pale feet, and she began to pick off individual bits of black leather from them! She felt heat and moisture emanate from Officer Romm's soles, although the woman's feet were unbelievably soft and cared for. Princess Laya was besides herself with anger, but also felt a mysterious joy at being of service. At first, she just flicked the specks of leather to the ground.
	"No, you silly girl!" Officer Romm said. "I don't want those going to waste! Each speck of leather you pick off of my feet, I want you to put into your mouth to internalize my domain over you."
	Princess Laya blanched. It was nearly a heresy for a Veranian woman to eat something that had touched another woman's feet. Even in the worst, most unenlightened times that was seldom used as a torture method. To do so would make her lower than the lowest slave. Nonetheless, Princess Laya daintily picked off a bit of leather from the blonde woman's feet, and put it into her mouth.
	Its taste was too subtle to really notice: a little salty and a little bitter. But the psychological impact of doing so was massive. The princess felt her stomache turn as she swallowed the offending bit of dirt, then she picked off another bit to eat. Mixed with the revulsion was a sense of pride in obeying Officer Romm, but it didn't make the task any more pleasant.
	Officer Romm savored the look of dismay on Princess Laya's face. She loved the way the young brunette would wince every time she ate a piece of leather from her feet, swallowing it with obvious effort. More than that, she loved the sensation of having a person (especially the Princess of Verania) slave away at her feet in the most degrading way. She felt an addictive surge of power, and profoundly appreciated why Veranian culture was so foot-obsessed. Already her plan was unfolding just the way she wanted, and nothing pleased her more than the idea of having this haughty princess live out the rest of her life as her personal foot slave.
	Princess Laya dutifully picked each piece of leather from Officer Romm's feet, eating whatever she found.
	"Oh, would you look at that? My nail polish has chipped," Officer Romm said, lifting her foot mere inches away from the Princess's face. She noticed that the Officer's foot smelled sweet, and a little earthy.
	"I will need you to attend to my pedicure. It's unacceptable for a Veranian woman to have anything less than perfect feet, as you know."
	Princess Laya flared her nostrils. She was aware of her own pedicure – chipped and grown out as though she were a savage.
	A droid came into the room, carrying with it a silver tray full of pedicure impliments: a cuticle pusher, a nail file, and a bottle of red nail polish. Princess Laya noted bitterly that the droid could have given Officer Romm a perfect pedicure in a fraction of the time, but the Imperial woman obviously wanted to take this chance to humiliate her rival. The glial implant ensured that Princess Laya would comply, in spite of her strong aversion to this duty. 
	The Princess had received probably hundreds of pedicures in her life, always feeling a vague pity and contempt for the poor women whose job it was to give them. She never thought she would be the one giving a pedicure, especially to a member of the Empire. Even so, Princess Laya picked up a cotton ball, soaked it in acetone, and began removing Officer Romm's old polish. She wished that she had gloves for this, but they were nowhere to be found on the tray.
	Officer Romm's heart sang as Princess Laya worked on her nails. The princess was obviously inept, but she would grow better after hours and years of service. The blonde woman smiled at the thought. She looked down at the beautiful princess kneeling at her feet, pushing back her cuticles with one hand while cradling her toes in the other. When the massage came, it was like Romm was in heaven. True, Princess Laya wasn't very good at the massage, but she found enough satisfaction in knowing that it was the Princess of Verania who was slaving away over her tired feet. Judging by the frown on Laya's face, this thought had crossed her mind also. 
	When it came time to do the polish, though, there was an issue.
	Princess Laya's hands were shaking! As best as she tried, she couldn't seem to hold the small nail brush still enough to apply an even coat onto Officer Romm's nails. When she had polished a few, Officer Romm admonished her.
	"Princess, this polish looks awful! Would this be acceptable on your own toes?"
	Laya swallowed. She resented being criticized like this, conveniently forgetting that she had treated her own servants the same way in years past.
	"No," Laya managed.
	"Don't worry, I have an idea," Officer Romm said, grinning wickedly.
	Romm then used her psionic powers to take control of Laya's body. With some exertion, she could control Laya's hands with perfect precision so that they were absolutely still. Princess Laya's eyes shot open as she realized she had no control over her body, and she was being used as some kind of object for the Officer's amusement.
	Still, Officer Romm wasn't satisfied. If she were using her own psionic energy, it was like she was doing her own pedicure. In a flash, a wonderful idea occured to her. She pointed at the Princess's hand, and had her put the nail polish brush into her mouth. Princess Laya tried to resist, but her hand gently placed the brush into her mouth, which she held onto by puckering her lips. Lowering her head to get some polish on it, Princess Laya painted the Officer's toes by holding the nail brush in her mouth.
	Princess Laya blushed across her entire body. She was outraged! This was the most servile, humiliating thing she had been subjected to so far. Being so close to Officer Romm's feet and demeaning herself so much seriously undercut the princess's confidence. Each toe she painted was a fresh blow to her self esteem as years of Veranian indoctrination told her this was wrong. By the time she had painted all of Romm's nails, she felt more like a foot maiden than a princess. This was worsened by the fact that Romm had her blow on them to help them dry. A fleeting thought passed her by: if news of this ever got out, she would be unfit to rule the planet. All she could do was hope for Officer Romm's mercy, and presently the bitch was gloating over her.
	"Your pedicure is done," Princess Laya told Officer Romm.
	"Hmm, it's passable work. I think we should get you to the level where you can do my nails without my assistance though." Officer Romm said back.
	Princess Laya only shut her eyes and sighed, and the Officer snorted in amusement.
	"Well, let's not waste any time. We have to announce the news to your people!" Officer Romm said, holding her foot out so that the Princess could put on her boots. It seemed like Romm enjoyed making Laya do things she could have done for herself, and Laya suspected that Romm would never deal with her own shoes again. 
	Laya's torment was just beginning.