Among Distant Stars (For Ecnalab)

[Weiss Ritter]

Izuna let out a noise that fell between a groan and a whimper as Rebecca rose to leave him stewing in his thoroughly flustered juices.

Yet even after an hour or more passed, he did not join her in her not-so-private quarters. It seemed the Entirian was a bit of a stubborn creature...at least, while Rebecca wasn't working her famed wiles on him directly.

Any notions the engineer may have had of having a bit of fun on her own terms or even some time to rest collect herself was dashed by the sound of muffled voices echoing through the walls. A series of roughs knocks on her door followed a moment or two later, and the metal would have slid aside whether or not she opened it.

"Put your hands where I can see them," A smirking man with yellow skin accentuated with black spots dangled a set of handcuffs in front of her, his meaning clear. He was a Gallian, much like Jzora-the pirate Rebecca had turned in weeks ago when she was first dragged into this mess. "I hope whatever you did to rile the admiral up was worth it. It's off to the Spider's little parlor for you..."

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca figured she couldn't blame Izuna, he had already been through more than his share of this. Still, it was disappointing, she had hoped for one last good lay before things got heavy. And, as she stood with her hands outstretched, it looked like that was about to happen.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Rebecca's wrists were cuffed in front of her and she briskly found herself being ushered out of the chamber. The slight spring in her guard's step did little to reassure her about whatever awaited her...and Izuna. The Entirian stood in the central chamber of the living quarters, scowling darkly as his hands were bound in the same manner. He offered Rebecca a swift glance, but the guard forced him to turn towards the exit before he could say or do anything more.

The pair were led through the halls in relative silence, though their escort seemed to be unpleasantly pleased with himself through the length of the journey. Other crewmen and marauders frequently crossed the prisoners' path. Their gaze wondered their exposed forms shamelessly and smirks adorned their leering faces.

"Wonder if we'll get to try them out soon?" One particularly brazen pirate whispered whispered to her compatriot as they passed.

They passed what appeared to be a security checkpoint, and entered a hallway lined with several doors. Their guard guided them through one of them.

"Ah...the defiant new treats..." Faint flicking sounds echoed through the chamber as a male with the lower body of an arachnid turned to face them. His upper body, or what Rebecca could see of it despite his clothing, was approximately humanoid. His...flesh blurred the line between human skin and chitin, and was the same ash-black as the more bestial half of his form. Six calculating white eyes flickered over the Human and Entirian with interest.

"Prepare her there..." The half-spider gestured to what Rebecca would have recognized as a bondage horse. It was but one of many furnishings clearly meant to restrain and punish captives littering the chamber, and there was not shortage of tables and racks adorned with whips, floggers, and more electronic means of aiding the process either.

Rebecca's guard pushed her towards the horse. The edge that loomed between her thighs looked pointed and hard. Not enough to risk breaking her, but it would not be a pleasant experience if she found herself bound atop it, wrists suspended above her head while the cool metal dug into her sex.

 

[Ecnalab]

"What's all this then?" Rebecca barked. Looking over the room, she found herself enthralled by the assortment of bondage gear on display. "In though we going to see the captain." She looked around the room, at the many tools. Maybe, if she could get her hands on one, she could at least make this unpleasant for the turnkey.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

(Speed Contest. Rebecca: 4 + 5 + 6 + speed 1 = 16 vs. 6 + 3 + 1 = 10).

The guard clearly wasn't expecting Rebecca to put up an actual struggle. She moved swiftly enough to tear her cuffed hands free of the weak grip he had upon them and was out reach before he could even shout for her to stop. The spider-man's legs jutted for her ankles, but a quick leap sent her sailing safely overhead while her would-be tormentor stumbled.

The implements before her were hardly proper weapons. Most were meant to inflict sharp but not not overly brutal pain to stubborn slaves who were still expected to look good and work well after a brief recovery period, but amidst the crops, clamps, stimulants, and floggers, Rebecca found a rather hefty paddle and what looked like a low-charge stun rod within reach and at least nominally wieldable by her restrained hands.

"Rah!" The guard's startled grunt echoed through the small chamber as Izuna's lithe form smashed into his own. The pair began to grapple, the Entirian fighting to get his cuffs around the pirate's neck while their captor struggled to twist around and restrain the defiant prisoner.

The spider-man regarded Rebecca with a glint in his eye that was equal parts cold and cautious. "Careful with that, now..."

He eyed her weapon of choice warily. "If you're lucky, you might get out of this room, but there's no way you and your friend are getting off this ship. Put that thing down, submit to me, and we'll write all this off as a lesson learned..."

 

[Ecnalab]

"Who said anything about leaving the room," Rebecca replied, picking up the stun rod. "I just think you'd look better on that wedge than I would," she said, with a wicked smile. [Intimidation 3+3+1+5=12]

 

[Weiss Ritter]

(Intimidate challenge: 17 vs. 2 + 1 + 2 = 5. Success!)

Rebecca's would-be tormentor flinched as she brandished her weapon despite the cuffs around her wrists. Mixed fear and anger flashed over the pirate's before he suddenly lunged at her.

(Roll to hit with disadvantage for Pirate: = 2 + 2 + 5 = 9 vs. Rebecca 1 + 2 + 1 +1= 5. Hit.)

Strength vs endurance: 2 + 1 + 6 = 9 vs. Rebecca: 18. Damage is halved.

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She'd clearly rattled him with her taunt, and the first punch the spider-man threw was a sloppy one Rebecca swiftly ducked under, but one of his arachnid legs lashed out at her from an odd angle an instant later. The redhead's cuffed hands snapped down upon the chitinous appendage, forcing it down and away, but it connected just enough with Rebecca's leg to leave a lingering stinging sensation behind.

(Potential attack roll: Rebecca: 5 + 5 + 1 = 12 vs Disadvantage 4 + 2 + 4 = 10.)

Yet in doing so, the interrogator had left an opening in his defenses that was wide open to Rebecca's trained eye. Clearly he was more used to hurting people who were already bound and helpless, and even cuffed and naked had not stripped Rebecca of her soldierly training.

(Sorry for the delay on this one. Some stress coupled with computer woes was partially responsible. I took the liberty of calculating the success or failure of Rebecca attacking, so go on ahead and dispatch this minion if you see fit.)

 

[Ecnalab]

Rebecca brought the stun baton up into her attacker's stomach. The energy flowed through him like water, leaving him on the floor quivering and unable to move. With that, she turned to the man wrestling with Izuna, and thrust her weapon at him. [5+5+1+1=12]

 

[Weiss Ritter]

[Rebecca: 12 vs. Pirate with disadvantage: 5 + 5 + 1 = 11]

The second guard had managed to seize Izuna's bound wrists while Rebecca subdued her would-be tormentor. The Entirian snarled and struggled with all his might, but the cuffs left him preciously little room to maneuver or counter. A strained grunt and a quick twist of the pirate's body sent Izuna stumbling into the wall behind him. The guard bristled at Rebecca's footfalls and spun about to face her, every muscle in his body tensed to evade-!

Bzzt!

"Nragh....!" The man's breathless lungs muffled his gasp as a last-instant flick of Rebecca's wrist guided the prod home. He collapsed in a heap just as the spider-man had.

Izuna recovered swiftly and pressed an ear to the door separating them from the rest of the dreadnought. A deep frown tugged at his features at first, only to lessen into a puzzled one before he looked at Rebecca with a wicked grin. "This room is sound-proofed. I guess even these thugs get tired of hearing their captives scream."

It only took a few button presses on the panel next to the door for Izuna to lock it, sealing them away from the rest of the dreadnought...and sealing the fates of Rebecca's new playthings.

 

[Ecnalab]

"Well now, where to begin?" Rebecca mused as she surveyed her surroundings. Regardless of the soundproofing, there were doubtlessly surveillance cameras that bring trouble sooner rather than later. They would just have to make the most of their time alone.

When the ship's guards eventually got the door open, they were greeted to the sight of Rebecca, and Izuna, lounging against a wall. Meanwhile, the humanoid guard had been strung up on the bondage horse, with a sizeable weight tide to each of his ankles, and the arachnid turnkey was restrained in a convenient pillory. A saddle had been fitted around his large abdomen, the backside of which had clearly been paddled a rosy red. Both men were fitted with ball-gags and blindfolds, and a cursory examination would reveal that both had sizeable dildos inserted into their rectums.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

(You're totally free to have Rebecca attempt to resist at any point if you want, just ignore whatever part of this would likely change as a result of that. I was simply trying to move things along and give you a good bit to work with to make up for all the lost time on my account ^_^;

Rebecca and Izuna may not have had all the time in the world to savor their moment of triumph, but it was enough to bring a smile of cold satisfaction to the reserved Entirian's face.

"Mrgh..." Both the guard and their would-be tormentor ground into their gags and stirred feebly against their respective bonds. The spirited resistance and what had probably been enough muffled swearing to make most of Rebecca's military comrades blush had been thoroughly paddled or drained out of them by the gnawing pressure of the bondage horse.

But all good things must come to an end.

The door slid open and a squad of pirates who were equipped more like a SWAT team than the jailers of naked prisoners burst in. Their tazers were raised and their body armor looked sturdy enough to potentially blunt the electrical prod's effect if Rebecca couldn't exploit any of its weakpoints.

Unless the redhead chose to resist, she and Izuna would have been roughly, blindfolded, and pushed through the hallway. Suddenly, she was jerked to the side and yanked into a noticeably cooler room. Her wrists were lifted up and the handcuffs attached to a chain that lifted just enough to force her to stand tall and uncomfortably. Rebecca's guard stepped back and gave her a rough slap on the ass that would have made most men and women yelp outright. Judging from how the clap echoed over the metal walls, it sounded like this cell was quite a bit smaller than her previous quarters...

The door slid shut behind the engineer and she found herself left alone to the cold and tension pulling at her limbs. Both were merely uncomfortable at first, but eventually strain began to give way to a dull ache in Rebecca's arms and legs, and her pickling skin and hardened nipples never quite grew accustomed to the chill ravaging her nude form. Blindfolded, the only other thing her senses could detect was whatever pained sounds were compelled from her.

It was...difficult to tell how much time passed before the door slid open again.

"I take is this means you're rejecting my generous offer...?" Quiviro's tone was crisp and calculatingly sharp. Like a knife being drawn across flesh just short of drawing blood from it. "What is the Terran expression again, about carrots and sticks...?"

Something made of study leather traced its way down Rebecca's back with deceptive tenderness.

 

[Ecnalab]

"Sorry, but it's just not in me to be polite to a bunch of pirates," offered Rebecca. "You want a well behaved pet, I suggest you get some better handlers." Rebecca did her best to steel herself. She knew that things were about to get ugly.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

(Rebecca with disadvantage: 4 + 3 + 2 + 4= 13 vs. Quiviro: 2 + 1 + 5 +5 =13.

...Hrm. Little uncertain how to handle ties, but given that this isn't exactly a fair fight, I'm inclined to favor Quiviro in this instance. Let me know if you would prefer to appeal that.

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"Mm...another Terran expression: If you want something done right..." Rebecca had just enough time to finish the thought when a sudden, flaming sting of pain exploded along her back. It took only an instant for the redhead to determine that her captor had decided on a leather crop. That instant was all it took for Quiviro to pull her arm back, aim, and bring the supple leather down upon her naked thigh.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Nearly anyone else would have screamed or shouted outright from just one of the stinging strikes, each applied masterfully to a new patch of once-unblemished skin. Perhaps Rebecca was made of sterner stuff, but there was no suppressing her body's reflexes. Not indefinitely, at least. Her voluptuous form twisted in a doomed attempt to evade Quiviro's crop, but shackles robbed her of any real chance at escape while the experienced slaver's aim never wavered. Over half a dozen angry red marks must have colored Rebecca's back, legs, and ass now. Even slight movements were enough to inflame them, and a dull, lingering pain remained when when the pirate-admiral halted long enough for Rebecca to collect herself.

"You are a strong one..." Quiviro crooned, sounding very much like a cat at play. Her almost silken voice could not have contrasted more with the heavy breathing likely forced from Rebecca's lungs..and the gasp that might have followed a sudden and stinging slap to her voluptuous ass. "Not just in mind, I mean. That's..not a common combination."

There was little comfort to be taken in the eager grin Quiviro wore as she rounded Rebecca to oogle her from the front. Her leather crop began to idly lift and flick each of the redhead's triple-D breasts with just enough force that Rebecca may have flinched and braced herself, but not enough to really hurt...yet.

 

[Ecnalab]

The cries that erupted from Rebecca were strained as she tried to hold them in. Not out of pride, but shame as they grew progressively more aroused. Of all the things that could bring out her inner self, this was probably the one Rebecca was least proud of. Despite the sharp pain, and dull throb, her nipples grew still, and her womanhood moistened.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

"Oho~" The pirate admiral chortled in naked delight at Rebecca's display. "It seems I have a masochist on my hands. Perhaps strong isn't quite the right word for you after all, my dear."

Quiviro towered over Rebecca with a broad and sharp-toothed smile. The cool leather crop was pressed firmly between the red-head's moistening nether lips and rhythmically dragged back and forth. Rebecca could feel it grinding into her silken folds and rubbing her clit, stoking the flames burning beneath her breast, yet cruelly leaving her on edge.

"What am I to do with you...?" The purple-skinned alien mused aloud. Her free hand reached out to take possession of Rebecca's more than ample breast, squeezing roughly. "This punishment...isn't. Mm...Oh, I know."

Quiviro stepped away and around Rebecca. For a few moments, she was left to stew in her juices and ponder what the pirate admiral was retrieving from her table of sensual torture devices.

"Perhaps your friends should suffer as well..." The Krayari's warm and husky breath brushed against the nape of her neck while her arms snaked around Rebecca's bound form. Clamps snapped shut on the redhead's rock-hard nipples and the weighted vibrators attached to them began to hum. Whether Rebecca squirmed or somehow managed to remain perfectly still, the metal teeth digging into her erogenous flesh would tug insistently.

"It's a bit old-fashioned I know, but classics are remembered for a reason." Quiviro's chuckle would have sent shivers down most spines. Her hand audibly cut through the air, giving Rebecca the briefest of instants to brace against the slap across her ass and the rough grope that followed. "I'm told precious Izuna didn't weather his time in the markets nearly as well as you..."

 

[Ecnalab]

No shit, Sherlock, I was only there for a day. A long sigh escaped Rebecca, partially because of the buzzing feeling rippling through her breasts, and partially from resignation. "What would I have to do?" she asked slowly.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

"Quite a lot," It was easy to imagine Quiviro smirking behind her while the Krayari's hands continued to shamelessly toy with her. The hand kneading her firm ass glided across Rebecca's milky flesh to make sport of her womanly folds next. The pirate-admiral cupped her hand over Rebecca's vulva; rubbing and squeezing to feel its heat and gauge its moistness. Several fingers slipped in at once, eagerly exploring the redhead's smouldering depths, yet each steered frustratingly clear of her sensitive pearl.

"To start with, though, you'll be be offering dear Anias a very personal apology..." The fingers probed deeper. Quiviro used her free hand to flick one of the vibrating nubs attached her Rebecca's nipple-clamps. A fresh wave of mixed pain and pleasure coursed through her body. "Humiliating him in his own little dungeon...very bold. I can actually admire that, but I can't have you thinking there are no consequences for your actions..."

Quiviro's molesting hands gripped Rebecca roughly for emphasis. Her snatch and breasts were aflame with that same perverse combination of pain and pleasure. Just as suddenly, they relaxed and resumed caressing her like some beloved pet.

"I'll expect you to be similarly respectful of the rest of my crew. You'll be meeting quite a few of them soon enough and...well, what you saw in that touchy-feely market will be child's play compared to what I will do to you and your friends if you keep testing me, Rebecca. Perhaps once you're nice and broken in, we'll see about putting those engineering talents of yours to work. You could be so much more than just a bedwarmer, you know..."

 

[Ecnalab]

[Um, Weiss, I think you might be forgetting what the main point of this RP was. The public bed-warmer scenario was kind of the one that I wanted to play out.]

 

[Ecnalab]

"The fat spider?" Rebecca asked, between gasps. "You've still got that fat fuck on payroll, after a screw up like his? Awfully soft for a pirate, don't you think?" Despite her brae words, Rebecca's body was reacting on it's own, and Quiviro's fingers came out of her practically dripping.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Quiviro chuckled behind Rebecca as she lifted her moist fingers up for inspection. It was difficult to tell whether the pirate-admiral was more amused by the redhead's bravado or her body's shameless response.

"He's performed his duties quite well in the past, and you're hardly the average plaything. Still..." One hand glided across Rebecca's body as the imposing Krayari circled around to her front like a shark in bloody water. "You make an interesting point. We've been very successful lately. Maybe Anias is getting soft. What would you say to making a little wager with me, Rebecca? Nothing like a little incentive to make someone hold out just a little longer..."

The shark-toothed grin Quiviro flashed Rebecca was a far cry from reassuring, but it was difficult to imagine a more generous offer from anyone who had her bound, collared, and naked.

"Endure the worst he can dish out, and you'll get a prize. Perhaps those cozy quarters? Another chance to pay Anias back?" She cocked her head curiously, a clear invitation for Rebecca to speak up.

 

[Ecnalab]

"Or jettison him out the airlock," Rebecca finished for her.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Quiviro let out a bemused snort. "That's quite a vindictive streak you've got there. You're sure you've never considered a career as a corsair?"

One strong hand rested one Rebecca's shoulder, holding her firm and steady. The other trailed down between her voluptuous breasts, toned core, and between her dripping thighs once more. "I like that spirit of yours, and I want to make sure Anias works for whatever victory he wants to wring out of you. Let's make sure you have a fresh start tomorrow~"

The experience fingers that had been toying with Rebecca's snatch began to fuck it in earnest now. Her captor's hand blurred faintly as the digit thrust relentlessly between the silken lips with brutal technique. There was nothing subtle about it. Quiviro wanted to make Rebecca cum hard. Now.

(Unsure if you wanted Rebecca to resist, but if so it'll be a contested roll of Rebecca's insight-mental fortitude and all that- vs. Quiviro's charisma-sexual/seduction technique-of 3.)

 

[Ecnalab]

[3? That seems awfully low.]

 

[Weiss Ritter]

[I may have been a little conservative with her stats waaay back when I drew them. At the time, I imagined 0 as suitable for a competent but unremarkable and faceless minion. That may not have scaled all that well with how things have turned out in practice, and Quiviro is 3 points below the 21 points for a PC anyway.

So, bumping it up to 5, then? Hella charismatic and...experienced with a rather hedonistic lifestyle, but not quite an absolute sex-goddess or unmatched orator since she also has to cultivate a number of other skills as a result of being a super-warrior? I'll fiddle the other point and see about making adjustments to the stats based off how we decided to give mechs their own stats as well rather than just the pilot's.]

 

[Ecnalab]

Between the vibrators, and Quiviro's fingers, Rebecca's already over-stimulated body couldn't hold out for long. She bit her lower lip to stifle a grunt as her juices came flowing. Quiviro's hand was soaked, as the floodgates opened, and thick rivers of fem-cum dripped down Rebecca's inner thighs. She hung there, panting, as her body rode the afterglow.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

Quiviro withdrew her hands and fingers from Rebecca's trembling form with a deep, throaty chuckle. Her heavy footsteps echoed through the metal chamber on her way to the cell door.

"Savor that one, pet," Rebecca didn't need to turn around to imagine the familiar shark-toothed smirk the pirate admiral favored her with. "I don't think you'll enjoy your next quite so much if Anias has anything to say about it..."

The reinforced door hissed shut and locked with a deafening sense of finality. Rebecca was left to rest and recover as well as she could naked and with with her hands shackled securely above her. Hours passed, enough that she might have even managed to force herself to sleep. The only disruption was a distant rumbling and a faint but protracted vibration that ran through the hull. A tell-tale sign that the dreadnought and the privateer fleet had lifted off into the cold vacuum of space.

Eventually, the door slid open again. Strong hands released Rebecca's wrists from the suspending chain, but not the shackles that kept them in front of her. Two guards would have lead Rebecca down the hall back towards a familiar chamber.

"Welcome back, my dear..." Anias awaited her in the center of his slave-breaking dungeon. His posture was noticeably stiffer than before, even as he gestured for Rebecca's guards to chain her face down upon the bondage horse. Her hands were restrained before her while each of her legs was spread and bound to the sturdy frame's sides. Cool and dull metal pressed up between Rebecca's voluminous breasts and her silken snatch. It was only mildly uncomfortable, but the spider-man selected a large paddle embellished with metal studs from one of his racks.

Anias inspected his tool of torture carefully, flashing Rebecca a smirk when he wasn't relishing the thought of what was to come.

The black and silver paddled slammed down upon the redhead's upraised ass with enough force to send an audible *crack* echoing through the chamber. Her hips were hammered downward, forcibly grinding the bound engineer's vulva into the metal parting it.

 

[Ecnalab]

"Guh… One," she said, flatly.

 

[Weiss Ritter]

"That's it, my precious..." Rebecca could feel the cool leather and colder metal scraping across her derriere with a taunting sort of tenderness. "Keep count while you still can. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll barely be able to remember your own name."

The paddle descended again...and again, and again! Rebecca's sculpted ass reddened and grew more sensitive with each strike of the paddle. A cruel mixture of ever-growing pain and more gradual pleasure racked Rebecca's body through her ass and snatch respectively. Most would have lost count around the half-dozen mark, or been reduced to screaming outright, but perhaps Rebecca would prove to be made of sterner stuff as the paddle hammer down upon her naked flesh for the dozenth time.

"How's that for a warm-up...?" Her captor cooed. Andia's hand firmly ran over Rebecca's ass, sending another wave of dull pain rushing through her body, and used two of his fingers to probe at her vulva.

 

[Ecnalab]

"That's twelve that I owe you," She said, flatly.