Among Distant Stars (For Ecnalab)

[Weiss Ritter]

"Interesting choice..." Evangeline's tone was a guarded neutral, but she did offer an approving nod. "Versatility is useful in our line of work, and the logistics of ammunition can make things...complicated."

Again Rebecca found herself being guided through the facility, though the walk was a quick one. Positioned close enough to the mech hanger was the TSIS's starport, allowing them to equip their strike forces with maximum efficiency. Her first instinct may have been to raise a brow at the ship Jack and Evangeline lead her to. It was significantly larger than her civilian cruiser to be sure, but at first glance that was all the strike force carrier had going for it. The paint looked as though it had been left to erode for years without reapplication and the gunmetal grey hull beneath looked dull overall and outright rusted in a few non-critical areas. If Hauser's Geist-class carrier spent a few years wasting away in some junkyard, it would still probably several notches above what the TSIS seemed about to ship her off in.

And then they stepped inside.

The first chamber was more of the same. Technology that looked a generation behind the Terran Alliance's best maintained only just enough to maintain function with little form. The hallway beyond that was as white and pristine as any vessel or station Rebecca had been assigned to during her first enlistment. Men and women traveled through the hallway barely pausing to register the trio and clad in predominantly plain black uniforms broken up by a single colored stripe on the chest and insignias on their chests that ranged from simple to mildly elaborate. Some sort of semi-cover ranking system, perhaps?

"It's nothing personal if you were expecting more of a welcome wagon," Jack spoke up with a glance back at Rebecca. "Camaraderie is generally a good thing and encouraged, but for these kinds of assignments...well, the less you know about people outside your team, the less you can get interrogated out of you."

"You're going to be introduced to the captain of this vessel, though. Perhaps you've heard of him. Captain Hawthorne?"

That would depended on how closely Rebecca followed the careers of others during the last war with the Krayari. He wouldn't have been a hard man for her to look up with her new clearance either, if the interest was there.

The strike force carrier's bridge was busy but not crowded. The exterior of the ship had been carefully cultivated to give off the air of a second-rate pirate vessel, but so far Rebecca could see nothing but the highest quality of terminals and machinery being manned within it. Aside from the usual advantages superior technology offered, it occurred to the engineer that it allowed this vessel to be effectively crewed by significantly less individuals than the mass-produced models of its class.

The man standing next to the captain's chair looked to be in his late forties or very early fifties. His hair was predominately a light brown, though patches of white creeping through where not uncommon. He turned about as Rebecca and her companions approached, his features angular and his hazel eyes lightly inquisitive.

"Our newest arrival then? Good." His eyes lingered on Rebecca just long enough to register her presence before turning back to the starmap generated by the terminal before him.

"A full briefing will be given once we arrive, but our sources have not only pinpointed a nexus of Merry Reaper activity, but we believe its where the bulk of the colonists from Kinireth's Stand were taken as well. If you have any special insights or concerns given your history, I'd love to hear them."

Jack and Evangeline both stepped out from behind Rebecca and back into the hallway. It probably wouldn't be too difficult to track them down if she wished to learn a bit more about her teammates. Otherwise, it was just a matter of passing the time until the vessel arrived at its destination.

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca liked what she saw; it was nice to be riding in style again. As she was lead to the bridge, and the captain spoke, she stood at attention. She might not be active service at the moment, but she still recognized a superior officer when she saw one, and old habits die hard. "Sir, I'm afraid I don't really have much to offer that you don't already know about the Mary Reapers. Although, from what I've seen so far, their personnel seem more than willing to surrender after they realize that they've bitten off more than they can chew. But, that's true of most outlaws." She paused as she thought. "Although, that captain I ran into, Hauser, definitely knows his was around a console. Even I had trouble keeping up with him, and not to toot my own horn, but I'm a damn fine operator, if I say so myself."

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Captain Hawthorne nodded faintly at Rebecca's first observation and seemed more interested in resuming his duties on the bridge than confirming what he already knew or suspected, but the older man visibly paused at the mention of Hauser's name. His face scrunched up in thought.

"Hauser? The human name and not an alien synonym?" Hawthorne's frown deepened when Rebecca confirmed it was so."That is...I'll look into this. You've turned in formal reports regarding your encounter with the man? I will review them closely and see what my own sources can come up with."

The captain halfway turned away from Rebecca. "If this is...somehow the same man I am thinking of, then just holding your own against him on the electronic warfare front is more than some of our veterans could even dream of doing. If anything, you're not tooting your horn enough. Not that I'd recommend doing so too much until you've settled in."

Hawkthorne nodded to Rebecca one last time before shifting his gaze back to the starmap. She was left to her own devices, free to either track down her teammates or simply pass the time in her quarters or the mech hanger until they arrived and the briefing for her first mission began.

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca spent her time tracking down her new teammates, and getting to know them; she liked to have a feel for the people she worked with. After the pleasantries were out of the way, though, she was down in the hanger inspecting the mech that would soon be modified to suit her needs. The shocker stood tall and proud beside its larger counterparts, its steel grey armor plating not even painted yet. She could hardly wait to try it out, and see how she handled.

[Shocker stats, Strength: 3, Speed: 3, Fortitude: 4. Sorry for the disappearance, my internet was down for a while.]

 

[Weiss Ritter]

(No worries, real life happens and literally not having internet to work with can't be helped!)

Jack and Evangeline stood outside an exercise and sparring deck.

"Feel free to join us any time. Never hurts to keep your skills sharp," The man offered with a smile and nod.

"Hm..." Evangeline merely allowed her somewhat icey gaze to roam over Rebecca's form.

As Rebecca expected, her customized Shocker was waiting in pristine condition, so new it even lacked a coat of Intelligence-accepted paint. Perhaps, though, the engineer would be able to take her new acquisition out for a shakedown cruise sooner than expected.
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"This is Vosotar Prime," Captain Hawthorne gestured to the holographic image at the center of the conference table. The planet was a rather unimpressive one at first glance. It was predominately covered in desert that was broken up by the bare number of forest and jungle regions needed to sustain life and make terraforming within a lifetime remotely plausible. "It used to be a Krayari port on the fringe of the empire more valued for its strategic position than any natural resources. Now?"

He pressed a button on the holo-console hovering before him. An armada of holographic ships materialized around the world with a single golden dot indicating the Dauntless's position within the Vosotarian space traffic.

"It's even more important...to pirates, anyway. Including our friend, the admiral of the Merry Reapers and the Grim Reaper of the Terran-Krayari war..."

Another button was pressed and the display zoomed in on one of the largest ships hovering above the world. A true, military grade, Krayari battleship bristling with weapons and thick with armor even for a ship of its class. A familiar grinning alien skull was painted along the flanks of the ship to mark it. It was probably the single most impressive ship in orbit, but scans so far confirmed it was not alone. Whatever was happening below, it had attracted the attention of multiple fleets. Some were small and certainly not nearly as well-equipped, but Rebecca understood in an instant why the Terran Alliance was so keen on gathering intelligence first before blindly wading into such a fray.

Judging from the tightened expressions and a muted mutter or two around her, it certainly seemed like even the hardened intelligence operatives were harboring a few concerns. Jack and Evangeline sat to either side of her.

"Our orbital scans are incomplete and still have been relatively superficial by this point. We need ground teams to begin gathering information on the surface and identifying potential targets of interest. There's a good chance that the citizens of Khinireth's Stand have been taken here to be...processed as slaves, and anything softens these pirates up or allows the fleets to track them down on their terms could save a lot of lives."

Again the holographic display shifted. It zoomed in Vosotar Prime and homed in a a sprawling settlement that could almost have been described as a fortified city. A small sea of buildings of indeterminable purpose were cloistered around several small to moderately sized spaceports, all enclosed by walls safeguarded by a series of heavy turrets. In the center of it all was a massive arena, easily the size of several traditional Terran sportsfields.

"Most of the activity appears to be centered in this freeport. Rebecca? You'll be lending Jack and Evangeline your technical expertise. Whether its done by infiltrating this settlement directly or from a distance using your mechs, I will leave to your discretion."

Mechs generally weren't known for their stealth capabilities, but if the Dauntless had been able to slip into orbit over Vosotar Prime without triggering any alarms, Rebecca could be confident that this task force was equipped with the technology and expertise to get the heavy machines planetside undetected and ensure they remained that way. The most obvious catch there would be that any systems Rebecca discovered that isolated and remotely inaccessible would be cut off to her in a way no amount of hacking prowess would be able to change.

Infiltrating personally offered a greater potential payoff, but also greater risk and all the potential complications working outside the cockpit-even if she did have Jack and Evangeline with her.

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca looked over the display in front of her, and sighed. As much as she had been looking forward to trying out her new mech, it wouldn't take long at all for a trio of war machines to be noticed on a planet with that many eyes hovering over it. "Sir, form the looks of things, I believe infiltration will likely be our best bet. And, I have an idea that might just let us kill two birds with one stone." Rebecca was aware that all eyes were on her, but she held her head high. If her plan worked, it would let the terran fleet to track down half these pirate gangs; including the head honcho herself.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

The conference room was silent for only an instant, yet it was enough for Rebecca to feel the invisible weight of expectation press down upon her.

"By all means, this is a relatively open discussion," Captain Hawthorne shift slightly to regard Rebecca. There was a holographic interface on the table before the redhead and her position within the task force afforded her a reasonable security clearance. Rebecca would be able to illustrate and support her proposal with the same amount of ease as the captain himself, if she chose to do so.

All eyes were indeed upon her. Most were either curious or inquisitive at worst, but a few seemed skeptical. Jack and Evangeline merficully appeared to regard her with the former. Rebecca's record was exemplary and spoke for itself in many ways, but she still new to this crew, Intelligence work, and operating in the field. If there was ever a time to show off and impress her comrades, Rebecca would have been hard pressed to find a better occasion.

 

[Ecnalab]

"Well, Sir, this is a slaving town, so gaining entry shouldn't be a problem, as long as the person trying to get in brings something to sell. And if that 'something' just happens to be carrying... say, a few subdermal tracking chips that could be passed on to other 'merchandise'? Well, then the Federation would be able to track down several of those flotillas at its leisure. As for the queen, it shouldn't be hard to draw her attention, as long as something gets offered up that she wants." Rebecca listened as the wave of murmurs and concerned glances passed through the assembled group as they each put together what she was saying. Rebecca knew that what she was suggesting was dangerous, but she also knew that it was possibly the fastest way to get into that city and find, if not the people of Kinereth's Stand, a large number of captured civilians and track the scum who were taking them away back to their hideouts. Judging from the look on the commander's face, he knew it to. though it clearly didn't sit well with him.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Out of all the suggestions the officers and operatives joining Rebecca at the conference table expected her to make, that was definitely not one of them.

Silence reigned for a long moment, broken up only by incredulous looks and whispers. Even Captain Hawthorne's typically disinterested expression gave way to a look of open shock.

"It's...tactically and strategically, you may have a point, but-"

"Do you have any idea what you could be subjecting yourself too?!" Jack blurted out with wide eyes. No one at the table seemed to mind the blatant breach of military etiquette.

"...Chief Medical Officer, is what Miss Corvo proposing feasible?" Hawthorne looked cautiously to a pale woman with short black hair. Shila Emerich, though Rebecca had only met the woman just long enough to learn her name.

"Possibly..." Shila replied slowly. Rebecca could feel the doctor's eyes cutting into her as surely as any scalpel. "We are well-stocked with the subdermal chips in question and my staff and I have are well-versed in implanting them in places that avoid most scans and examinations. Equipping Miss Corvo with one will be a trivial matter, but executing even a relatively simple surgery on guarded slaves in the field won't be possible."

Some at the table nodded with something approaching stoicism while others, chiefly Jack, sighed openly in relief.

"...However, I believe I have a solution." Those same people tensed almost instantly. "There is some nano-tech in the medical wing that could be repurposed for this with some effort, and a thin layer of false-skin would allow Miss Corvo to carry them concealed even while in her, erm...disguise."

Captain Hawthorne was silent for a moment and then took a breath. "If you're certain you know what you're getting into, Miss Corvo, then very well. Make whatever other preparations to feel are necessary, and then report to the medical wing to have the necessary surgery. Your...equipment for this mission will be waiting for you in room A-76."

A relatively private room in the armory, in other words. Given what Rebecca knew of slaver practices on the frontiers, she could expect at minimum that said equipment would include a full set of magnetic cuffs for her ankles and wrists, as well as a metal collar capable of inflicting electrical shocks as easily as muscle-melting pleasure. Needless to say, the sort of scant cloth slaves as beautiful as her were permitted to wear if only to entice those not fortunate enough to own them would be skimpy enough to make most prostitutes blush.

"Jack and Evangeline, you'll still be working with her. Meet Miss Corvo in A-76 when your own disguises are prepared."

 

[Ecnalab]

After being sterilized, Rebecca was on the operating table. The subdermal trackers were small, barely bigger than a fingernail, but powerful. Or, rather, as powerful as whatever was around them. The tiny chips transmitted their encrypted signals to any communications equipment within a mile of them. These signals were then able to piggy back on standard transmissions, the same way such transmissions piggy backed on jump beacon signals, until it reached a jump beacon itself and was whisked away back to the greater galaxy. From there, it was a simple matter of a trained comms officer who knew what to look for, picking the transmission out from the background noise, and following it back to its source like a trail of breadcrumbs.

The operation was short and simple. A few small incisions was all that was needed to slip the tiny machines under Rebecca's skin in a few places that would not likely be looked at too closely. One was inserted into the skin on the inside of each of her elbow joints, and two more were inserted behind each of her ears. Each of the incisions was then hidden under a patch of false skin no bigger than a thumb tack. Upon being removed, the patches would tear the incisions open and a little pressure would slip them free. At that point, they could be passed off to someone else to carry, hide on their person, or even swallow. That just left Rebecca's chip. To ensure that they could find her, even if the other chips were discovered, the doctor decided that the best place to hide Rebecca's was deep inside her body. To avoid the need for an extensive procedure, the fastest way to do that was to insert it into an available orifice. They settled on attaching it to the wall of her uterus.

With her time in the medical bay concluded, Rebeca made her way to section A-76 of the armory. There she found her 'disguise' waiting for her in a brief case, laid out on a table. The outfit consisted of two thin leather belts, one to be secured around the chest just above the nipples, and the other around the waist, just above the mons. From the main belts dangled a multitude of thin leather strips that would struggle to cover an average woman. On Rebecca, the top would leave plenty of undercleavage visible, while the skirt would just barely reach below her nethers. Rebecca stared at the embarrassing fetish outfit while she waited for her teammates to arrive.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Rebecca didn't have to wait long before the faint hiss of the door opening heralded the arrival of her companions. Evangeline entered first, her plain uniform changed for a magnificent coat that might have reminded Rebecca of the sea captains of old. It was black with golden highlights that spiraled across the back to form some sort of pattern she couldn't quite make out at the moment. Glowing blue lines woven into the arms and back indicated that the longcoat had indeed been updated for the modern times and was no doubt much more durable and practical for combat than a simple fashion statement could ever hope to be. Resting in the woman's hand was a cane. Much like the longcoat, it was black and decorated with vine-like patterns of gold, yet at a glance the metal it was composed of seemed sturdy enough to crack most skulls easily enough and resting atop the crown of it was what seemed to be a small control panel of sorts.

Jack entered just a moment later in similar attire, though his coat was kept shorter and more obviously functional. A somewhat ornate emblem of a human skull pierced by several swords rested on his breast. Both of the intelligence operatives glanced over the skimpy leather straps pretending to be clothing that Rebecca had been given and exchanged nakedly uncertain looks.

"Well...right this way, unless you're having any second thoughts?" Jack offered even as he motioned to the chamber's exit. There was a pause that lasted just long enough for Rebecca to be fairly certain the offer was completely sincere.

Unless her resolve was shaken, however, the trio would have briskly made their way to the Dauntless's hanger and onto the armed transport they would be taking to the planet below. Much like the covert operations carrier itself, its less than pristine appearance inside and outside gave way to some of the most advanced technologies the Terran Alliance had to offer upon closer inspection. Rebecca was only able to get a brief glimpse at the terminal Jack booted up while Evangeline ushered her deeper into the vessel, but it had barely been on for a few moments before the display began to fill up with enough information to put any conventional scanning equipment to shame. She could at least rest assured she would be in good hands on that front.

"Get dressed," Evangeline said as she gently pressed Rebecca into one of the transport's economically sized private quarters. The soldier neglected to close the door behind her, simply standing in the archway with her arms crossed and her cool gaze scrutinizing each of the red-head's movements. "I am posing as pirate captain successful enough to open some doors here, but obscure enough to not have the bluff immediately called. Jack is my master-at-arms, and you...are going to be our prize and property,"

Evangeline made no movements to indicate she intended to leave Rebecca to undress and...if one could call donning those leather straps redressing in private.

"Put on the magnetic cuffs and collar too."

 

[Ecnalab]

'Playing a role', sure, Rebecca thought. She knew, good and well, that there was no real reason for Eva to stand there and watch. Still, if the woman wanted a show, Rebecca could oblige; she'd need to get used to this, and fast. anyway. Rebecca didn't bother to turn her back to the other woman, as she kicked off her boots, and began unbuttoning her shirt. Tossing the garment to the side, she pulled her bra over her head, letting her breasts, far larger than Eva's own, flop into place as they were freed. She then unzipped her pants and leaned forward to pull them down, letting her breasts hang for a moment, and revealing that she wore no panties. She then took the first piece of her outfit and wrapped it tight around her waist, pinching the single snap that would hold it in place. She then gave her hips a little shake to see how the garment sat on her, and to no one's great surprise, ended up flashing her bush to Eva a few times for her trouble. She then grabbed the upper piece of the ensemble. Now, she turned her back to Eva as she wrapped the leather around her breasts, and brought her hands behind her back. Turning to look over her shoulder at Eva, she smiled, despite herself, and asked. "Mind helping me with this clip, it's a little tight?"

 

[Weiss Ritter]

If Evangeline was enjoying a show that would have dropped any interested jaw to the floor in a nanosecond, the stoic soldier was doing a remarkable job hiding it. Her eyes never left Rebecca's voluptuous form and she even raised a brow when the engineer's firm yet more than ample breasts feel free of their confines. If anything, the leather straps just seemed to accentuate what parts of Rebecca's almost unnaturally perfect body were bared.

"You don't say..." Evangeline replied dryly as she stepped up behind Rebecca. The red-head could feel the scant leathers jerk tighter still against her rack. The soldier was not very gentle and even though the outfit had been assembled with Rebecca in particular in mind, the strap squeezed her heaving breasts together tightly enough to be uncomfortable by the time she heard the clip clicking shut. Rebecca had no trouble breathing, but all but the shallowest of breathes or faintest of movements made it feel like the leather strap was going to snap in two. It wouldn't, of course. As entertaining as many on the planet below would have found that, it wouldn't do at all for the "merchandise" to be flaunted prematurely.

One of Evangeline's hands firmly gripped Rebecca's shoulder and she could feel the cold metal cane brush gentle against her naked thighs before rubbing somewhat more firmly against the red-head's feminine slit the faint little strips of leather did nothing to protect.

 

[Ecnalab]

Teasing people had always turned Rebecca on, and feeling Eva suddenly get aggressive only made it worse. Knowing full well that she was about to put her life on the line in a few hours, at most, maybe there was enough time to for a little fun before throwing herself to the wolves. "Do you... want something... Mistress?" the words came out in a whisper, timid and pleading, as Rebecca got into character. "I wouldn't mind one last 'good' round of fun, before whatever happens, happens."

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Evangeline hesitated a moment. Rebecca's casual, even eager, acceptance caught her off-guard. "You think this is just about fun?"

The soldier was quick to recover. The cane was pressed more firmly against Rebecca's heated snatch and grinded rhythmically against her moistening pink flesh. "Do you really understand what will happen down there, even if everything goes according to plan? You're more...eager than I expected, but you haven't passed the test yet,"

Evangeline drew back, her eyes coolly washing over Rebecca's practically naked form. She gripped the leather barely containing the red-head's magnificent rack. A fierce yank bared them once more and Evangeline's ornate cane blurred through the air. Rebecca would have been hard-pressed not to flinch as it rapped across each of her breasts. Not hard enough to truly hurt or leave any markings, but there was little doubt Evangeline had Rebecca's complete attention now.

"Hands behind your head, and keep them there until I tell you to stop," The soldier hooked the cane under her arm and reached out to grope Rebecca's chest. The engineer's more than ample mounds were felt up and kneaded softly at first, with Evangeline's thumbs gently brushing against her rapidly hardening nipples. Just as soon as Rebecca may have been warming up to a pleasant massage, the soldier's grip tightened. Her roaming hands suddenly and mercilessly squeezed the red-head's breasts.

"Are you enjoying this...?" Evangeline practically whispered as her thumbs and index fingers pinched tightly around Rebecca's rock-hard nipples and yanked. One of the woman's hands began to glide down the red-head's perfectly sculpted body, her fingers running down Rebecca's stomach and thighs with unexpected tenderness, while the other ensure no part of her chest remained unmolested.

Rebecca could feel Evangeline's hand groping her womanhood. A single finger probed the inside of her slit and withdrew upon getting a feel for how wet she was. An almost playful slap to Rebecca's pussy echoed through the small chamber.

"Well?"

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca pursed her lips at the rough pulling of her nipple. The pain mixed with pleasure in her breasts and pussy. Clearly Eva was trying to make things too rough for Rebecca; trying to get her to change her mind. But, Eva didn't know Rebecca very well. "Nngh, not bad. This kinda' reminds me of my sorority initiation. If you have a few cucumbers, we could recreate it," she offered, looking Evangeline in the eye; urging her on.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Again, Evangeline paused and stared at Rebecca, though her death-grip on the woman's rock-hard nubs didn't relent. "I'm starting to suspect that certain pieces of critical, need to know information were left out of your dossier..."

The looked over her shoulder while giving Rebecca's breasts another firm squeeze. "Jack!"

"Here. Did she-Oh..." The man must have been lingering in the hallway from how quickly he entered. Jack's eyes locked on the pair and widened slightly. "She's...really not...?"

"No." Evangeline looked back at Rebecca with something close to a glint in her cold gaze. "Not discouraged at all, but we're just getting started. Get the collar."

For a moment, the man hesitated only to nod. Whatever doubts he was having, they didn't stop Jack from pulling the metal collar from the briefcase Rebecca had been given. Unless she resisted, the engineer would have felt the cold ring close around her neck, followed by a brief prickling sensation. Was something jabbing into her flesh? It certainly didn't hurt and it must have been quite shallow if it was, but-

Two of Evangeline's fingers were abruptly thrust into Rebecca's sweltering pussy and the surge of pleasure they brought might have forced as gasp from even her seasoned body. Every sensation the red-head felt coursed through her twice as intense.

"It's a standard device used by slavers to reward their property," Evangeline spoke barely above a whisper. Her fingers pumped slowly in and out of Rebecca's womanly slit, yet her walls would have been hard-pressed not to clench around as if she were being ploughed by a phallus of the highest caliber. "They like to play games with them too. Sometimes as a lesson, sometimes for sport. Let's try one now. You're not allowed to cum until we permit it..."

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca squirmed in Eva's grip, but made no move to get away from her, or Jack as he attached the collar. She gasped as the device activated, and Eva's fingers seemed to double in size. While she'd been right about Eva trying to scare her out of this mission, the knowledge did nothing but reinforce her desire to continue. She'd felt guilty about not being able to do more for the people of Kinerath's Stand, but fate had seen fit to give her a second chance. "Yes, Mistress," she complied, trying to get back into character. She wondered just how far her 'teammates' were going to take this little role-play session, and weather Jack planned to use a condom. It was completely unnecessary, she'd taken care of that years ago, but still, it be nice of him to show the curtesy.

Uh-oh. It was happening already. One of the problems with having a body that was basically built from the ground up to be sexually attractive was, well, having a body that really liked sex. That included having a libido that could get in the way of common sense when she got riled up; as Eva was no doubt aware by how wet her hand was getting.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Yet again, Evangeline didn't quite seem sure what to make of Rebecca's intense, even by the standards of a collared slave, response to her tender ministrations. The engineer was just full of surprises for her soldierly mistress, it seemed.

"Don't cum!" Evangeline hissed. The fingers buried in Rebecca's pussy abruptly halted their thrusts and her captive nipple was given an erotically painful twist the collar was only too happy to magnify. "You're a slave, remember? Our pleasure is your concern. Yours...yours simply comes along for the ride. If we wish it."

Jack moved behind Rebecca and the redhead was fairly certain she could hear the rustle of clothing being peeled off. For a moment, though, Evangeline's intense gaze broke off from Rebecca in favor of the man over the red-head's shoulder. Something Jack did seemed to earn a tilted head followed by an especially sharp look from the impromptu dominatrix.

A few more moments passed and then Rebecca could feel Evangeline's fingers thrusting in and out of her silken folds once more.

"Don't cum..." She repeated, staring the engineer right in the eye. "You'll have to be punished if you do. Trained. What good is a slave who can't obey orders...?"

Evangeline wasn't utterly without a twisted degree of mercy. She seemed to have a suspiciously good understanding of how much stimulation a woman in such a collar could take before her own body forced a climax upon her, and the thrusts of her fingers and molestation of Rebecca's breasts would have ceased just before that point. Of course...Evangeline couldn't have known about those sexual side effects of Rebecca's genetically engineered perfection, even if Rebecca was resisting the sensual assault to the best of her ability.

 

[Ecnalab]

(Resist orgasm roll: 4+3+1+Fort 4=12)

Rebecca girded her loins against Eva's continued prodding. Fortunately, her busy fingers hadn't yet stumbled upon Rebecca's g-spot, and even with the enhancing effects of the collar, a couple of fingers by themselves wasn't going to push her over the edge very quickly. Still, she was worried. She couldn't turn her head far enough to see just what Jack was up to. She was surprised that he hadn't yet laid a finger on her, most men would have been on a woman like her in an instant; just what did he have up his sleeve?

 

[Weiss Ritter]

(Challenge roll. Rebecca: 12 vs. 11. Pass!)

It was "only" a few fingers and a breast-molesting hand, but each of Evangeline's strokes and caresses were carefully calculated and augmented by the infernal collar sending pulses of pleasure racing through Rebecca's perfect body.

Fortunately, it seemed some combination of her willpower and sexual appetite were up to the challenge. Rebecca's nipples were rock-hard and her pussy soaked Evangeline's hand, but what must have been a solid minute or two passed with her climax remaining only a distant possibility unless Evangeline intended to up her game.

The soldier's eyes seemed to narrow as she realized Rebecca would not be so easy to crack despite her eagerness. "Maybe you can pass as a proper slave rather...but can you serve as one? Turn around."

Jack stood behind Rebecca with an uneasy expression he was doing a poor job of concealing. Perhaps more of interest to Rebecca was the fact that the man stood there completely naked with his clothing folded in a neat pile on the bed. His body was perfect. Strong yet lean muscle bulged beneath his unmarred flesh, as if the man had been a carefully chiseled marble statue given life. There was a handsome amount of girth hanging between his thighs, and it was already semi-erect.

"Seems he's nervous..." Evangeline whispered into Rebecca's ear. The red-head could feel the woman gently prodding her into a kneel with her cane. "Help him get ready to use you..."

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca slowly lowered herself until she was kneeling in front of Jack. With her hands still stuck behind her head, she had few options but to dive right in. Inching forward, she paused of a moment, letting her breath fall upon his manhood in warm puffs, before slowly sticking out her tongue and using it to guide the head of his penis into her mouth. He was still too soft to bob effectively, so instead she began working her way downward; looking up at him the entire time as she gobbled up first two inches, then three, then four, and finally five, pressing her nose into his pubic hair as she got the last of his member into her mouth.

With her mouth full, she began to suckle as best she could, while moving her tongue left to right under his dick. Their eye contact was broken when she felt the head begin to press against the back of her throat. She held on for as long as she could, but was pushed back. Pulling off with a startled cough, she looked back at Jack's now erect cock; all nine and a half inches of it. Moving forward again, she took the head back into her mouth. Now that he was hard, she didn't have to worry about him slipping out, and was able to bob in earnest. Each push forward took her to the midpoint of his length before she pulled back, dragging her lips over his shaft, and pausing to twirl her tongue around his head, and ease the skin back until it was fully exposed. Pulling off the spit-shined cock, she pushed her face against the underside as she looked up at him and asked, "Is this good?"

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Rebecca did not have to keep her arms raised for long, for what that was worth. As soon as she sank into a kneel, Evangeline gripped her wrists and guided them into the small of the red-head's back. Cold metal cuffs were locked around each of them and a press of a button atop the soldier's cane magnetized the metal. They snapped together with a faint click that seemed to echo through chamber.

The engineer's tender and not unskilled ministrations drew faint grunts of pleasure from Jack's lips almost immediately. His cock was hard in record time and throbbed eagerly in Rebecca's hot mouth. The man's eyes shut and his head tilted back while her's bobbed back and forth along his erect rod. A low, lusty groan filled the air and several times Rebecca almost found her rhythm disrupted when Jack's hips partially thrust of their own accord. The handsome soldier tried to flash her an apologetic look, but her tongue and lips quickly ended that in an outright gasp of pleasure. Rebecca could feel his hands rest atop her scalp, patting her while his fingers gently ran through and gripped her hair.

"Th-that was great!" Jack looked down and seemed to be trying very hard to control his breath. His heated and engorged cock throbbing quite palpably against Rebecca's face.

"It was just a warm up," Evangeline cut in. Suddenly she was standing right next to Jack, and before either he or Rebecca could react, her hand closed around her partner's pecker. With one quick jerk the bulk of the lingering saliva was removed. A pleasured shudder ran down Jack's spine, and before he could recover a condom was yanked down upon his girth.

The contraceptives had come quite a long way since the old rubber things. Suffice to say that the almost translucent and silver covering was much more durable than it appeared. Even setting aside Rebecca's genetic engineering, it was virtually impossibly to accidentally rip even microscopic holes for even a single sperm to slip through. And for its wearer, the wafer-thin covering was so insubstantial as to be no less pleasurable than making love the good old fashioned way.

"One last test to see if she can serve like a slave, at least," Evangeline hoisted Rebecca up so she could sit onto the bed. A few prods from the woman's cane encouraged Rebecca to spread her legs, or else. "Nevermind actual punishment or...enhanced training.

"Eva..." Jack looked uneasy and shifted uncomfortable. His eyes locked onto and roamed Rebecca's body, but he was gentlemanly enough to visibly try to keep his eyes focused on her face. "I think you've made your point. There's no reason to-"

There was a glint in Evangeline's eyes as she reached out with her cane. A gentle prod and a series of strokes to Jack's condom covered cock cut him off as much out of surprise as anything else.

"We talked about this, Jack. It's for her own good. Besides..." Rebecca could feel the soldier's free hand stroking her soaked pussy once again. Two fingers pried it open while a third gave her folds a smouldering stroke. "She wants this more than you do. Isn't that right, slave? Your master seems to be having doubts. Tempt him."

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca looked at Jack before putting on her most needy expression. Her eyes stared longingly at his manhood, and her tongue lolled out to lick her lips before she planted her feet on the floor, and arched her back, lifting her pelvis off the bed slightly. "Please, Sir, enough teasing, my pussy's already soaking wet from her fingers. Don't leave me in this state, just ram it in. I need to feel a man inside me!" she cried, bucking her hips at Jack. The best part was; Rebecca was only half acting. Her womanhood was on fire from the overstimulation the collar had inflicted earlier, and her inner thighs were slick with her own juices, shining in the lights like a runway, ready to guide Jack, or whoever cared to walk in at the moment, into her.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

"Ngh..." Jack grunted and shifted uneasily even as Rebecca's spread and moist womanhood held him all but spellbound. He took a hesitant step forward and glanced to Evangeline. She gave him a quick nod and gestured sharply at Rebecca with a tilt of her head. When the man hesitated again, standing between the red-head's legs with his throbbing manhood mere inches from Rebecca's needy slit, Evangeline gave him a quick whack across the ass with her cane.

"Gah...!" He grunted in surprise this time and reflexively thrust, penetrating Rebecca at last. Evangeline opened her mouth to say something, cradling her can as she did so, but a sharp look from Jack cut the imperious woman off before she could begin. She even set the cane aside and cleared her throat. Interesting...

Regardless, Rebecca commanded Jack's full attention now. The hunky man pressed her back atop the bed, both of his hands gripping and gently kneading her hefty breasts. She could feel his lips working their way up her neck and along her collarbone.

"Let me know if I-ah...!- need to adjust the-nmph...!-pace...!" Jack whispered breathlessly between kisses. His hips thrust at what would have been a steady, enjoyable rhythm for most. The man's impressive girth pounded in and out of Rebecca's heated folds hard enough to make her breasts jiggle and likely force pleasured gasps from her lungs, yet not so swiftly that his throbbing cock fire off within seconds inside her. Yet, with that collar still locked around Rebecca's neck and activated, even such a considerate pace on Jack's part may have been overwhelming.

Evangeline rose behind Jack, looking down at Rebecca over her shoulder. She said nothing, but the way she looked at Rebeeca said it all. You are here for your master's pleasure, not your own.

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca's legs wrapped around Jack's hips and her pulled him in with every thrust. Her womanhood ached with pleasure as he worked his way inside her, the hyper-sensitive walls of her tunnel gripping him like a vice in an effort to hold him in. "Go as fast or hard as you want; you're not going to hurt meeeaaaahhh!" She clenched down and forced the near orgasm back. He had almost made her cum without even trying. She really couldn't let her guard down for a second with this collar on. "God, I haven't had a dick this good since highschool," she cried. Seeing Evangeline looking down at her with those icy eyes, Rebecca gave the other woman a half-lidded smile. "You have to try this," she gasped.

(Resist orgasm roll: 2+4+5+fort4= 15)

 

[Weiss Ritter]

(15 vs. 11, Pass!)

Jack grunted huskily as Rebecca's legs wrapped around his body and her silken folds clenched around his manly girth as if to wring every drop of seed right out of him. She could feel his impressive cock throbbing almost painfully inside of her with each heavy thrust. Given just how well she had serviced Jack's manhood even before they began rutting, it was a minor miracle the man hadn't popped a shot off inside her already. Judging from the chorus of sensual grunts and the tension lacing his body and expression when neither was contorting in ecstasy, the soldier must have been doing an impressive job of delaying the sweet inevitable himself.

Even so, Jack's feat paled in comparison to Rebecca's. Despite the sound of flesh pounding against flesh echoing through the chamber, the breathtaking thrusts hammering his member into her eager slit, and the feeling of his free hand and lips roaming freely across her body, breasts, and rock-hard nipples, Rebecca's will and mastery of her own body staved off the "threat" of climax, no matter how tempting it may have been. Even with the collar magnifying a lovemaking session that would have had most women screaming in ecstasy by now all on its own and reduced to mindless yet satiated mounds of flesh, Rebecca endured. The wave of pleasure rippling across her body through her womanhood and breasts flooded all of her senses and most of her thoughts, yet she endured.

Evangeline flinched when Rebecca called out to her. The soldier-dominatrix's jaw opened part way as if she were trying to say something, but no words came out. It was hard to say with Jack railing her with the perfect mixture of strength and tenderness, but there seemed to be a faint flush rising in her cheeks. She tried to avert her gaze, but though the woman's head turned her eyes remained locked on the sensual spectacle before her.

Jack's arm wrapped tightly around Rebecca and pulled her close against his body. She could feel every muscle of his perfectly honed physique grinding against her. He was trembling. A moment later Jack cried out in mind numbing pleasure and squeezed her as tightly as he could. Orgasm shook the man's entire body and his lips pressed hungrily against her's. Finally, Jack collapsed on top of Rebecca with a contented sigh, his body limp and his breathing steady.

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca wrapped her arms around Jack's shoulders, cradling his head between her breasts, as they wound down from the exertion. "Was that good, big boy?" She felt his penis slip out of her, dragging the full condom behind it. "I'll take that as a yes. So, mistress, did I pass the test?" Rebecca slowly rolled over with Jack until she was on top of him; her ass pointing directly as Evangeline. Her pussy was pink and still swollen with arousal, as heavy droplets of feminine fluid fell from her lower lips onto Jack's spent cock. "Or, was there something else you'd like to try?" she asked, giving her generous ass a playful shake.

[Sorry to disappear again; was just plain sick this time.]

 

[Weiss Ritter]

(Ack. I am so sorry to hear that. Glad to see you back, though, and I hope you're feeling better )

"Unbelievable..." Evangeline muttered in dismay loudly enough for Rebecca to hear. The soldier subtly shifted her thumb over the control cane's head. The magnetic cuffs snapped together again and pinned Rebecca's wrists to the head of the bunk.

Evangeline stared intently at the engineer's firm and flaunted ass for a several seconds straight before turning to leave. "I'll be right back. Don't move...either of you,"

Jack chuckled faintly as soon as the door shut, and shifted beneath Rebecca. Her current position ensured that he was halfway pinned beneath her. "She's very attractive when she's...focused, isn't she? Don't tell her I said anything, but behind all those scowls and cold stares, she loves a good challenge...with a side of payback, sometimes,"

Rebecca had just enough time to respond before the hiss of the door heralded Evangeline's return. The soldier's pants and boots were gone. In their place was a high-tech strap-on subtly throbbing as hard as the neediest of organic cocks. The light glistened off the ash-black phallus as Evangeline stalked towards the pair, confirming that a token bit of lubricant had been applied to it.

"We'll see how energetic you are after this. You think those pirates will settle for using you just once?" The soldier climbed up onto the bunk behind Rebecca. Her strong hand seized the woman's ponytail and pulled just hard enough to apply domineering pressure without truly hurting her.

"Ready for round two, Jack?"

"I-"

Evangeline's other hand came down hard upon Rebecca's perfect as even as the soldier began to grind her strap-on between the engineer's cheeks. "You will be...one way or another,"

The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed through the small chamber and Rebecca could indeed feel the man beneath her's cock rising once more to the occasion as every subtle shift of her body pressed it harder against the Adonis beneath her.

"Ready, slave?" The Engineer could practically feel Evangeline's imperious and coldly lusty gaze boring into her and Jack alike. "On three. One. Two..." And then she thrust the strap-on into her hard enough to force a gasp from most women.

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca inhaled as the plastic phallus slid into her freshly fucked pussy. Once again, the collar around her neck amplified every sensation, making the modest dildo feel considerably bigger; (Resist orgasm roll: 2+1+2+fort 4=9) and after just being pushed to the brink by Jack, Rebecca's walls were starting to crumble. Even with Eva's obvious inexperience with her strap-on, she clearly wasn't used to wearing the thing, she hammered away with abandon, sending bolts of pleasure through Rebecca with every thrust. The fact that she kept slapping Rebecca's ass wasn't helping either. With the collar active, she felt each impact, not just stinging on her skin, but reverberating through her insides, leading to a sensation that could best be described as bizzare.

Looking down at Jack, as her tits bounced in his face, she steadied her voice as best she could to try and talk. "Sorry, honeeeiiiy, but it looks like she stole your hoooole. Guess you'll just have to wait your turnnnooohhh, God, I'm getting close!"