As part incubus Gersham had been skilled at drawing out pleasure or for that matter prolonging it. Just as he had been equally skilled at slowly building up that heat. With the addition of that vibrator he stirred her up both back and front. With the setting on low he was well aware that it was insignificant. Eventually it would get her to cum but not soon enough.

His tongue pressed into her rear, hands gripping her hips to hold her steady. They took turns roaming her ass, one cheek then the other. He licked her hole both inside and out feeling the small waves of the vibrator that pulsed inside her core. When he stopped he stood up behind her. Fingers traced up her back while he summoned the next object off of the shelf.

Not one to neglect her he lifted up her hair long enough to fit a ball gag into place. But it wasn't just any ball gag, something they would discover themselves. There was a speaker inside it which served to amplify sounds, moans and gasps that the previous owner of such toys delighted in hearing. Conversely it allowed for some simple speech even if it took some effort to decipher.

He summoned the next object to his hand then rounded her. This time he played with one of the nipples that made itself known. A finger swirled over the nipple after he sucked on his own digit. Reaching down to the remote of that vibrator that dangled out of her he turned up the intensity of the vibrator a bit before turning his attention back to her breasts.

Phoebe could see the object in his hand while his hands molded those breasts, pressed them together, engulfed each in turn and played with those nipples with his tongue before he applied the nipple clamps to her. “Try not to cum too quickly.”

When he returned to her back she would soon feel a lotion being rubbed into her skin. This was something he was familiar with, used with another item, though not common it was known well enough among slavers that wanted to sell their slaves with the highest profit margin in place.

His touch was slow, deliberate and enticing as his fingers infused more of that drug into her as he prepared her for failure. Whether it was quick or took some time didn't matter to him. If necessary he would increase the speed of that vibrator. After he had finished applying the lotion to her back the excess had been smeared over her ass, a finger dancing around her anus as he waited. The lotion had no effect on her that she had been aware of as if ordinary sun tan lotion.

The double pronged attack brought on a sustained flow of carnal blessings which fed her desperation with every waking moment, but wouldn’t entice her to move out of fear of missing out on the attention alone. Gersham tempted her, goaded her body into action, but would only build on the lectures many an owner burned into her mind. She had been trained a lot though the majority focused on skills there were some more anxious to hone the blonde’s endurance. Suffering through his amorous advances now only enhanced the former slave’s capabilities for him to relish whenever they had time to spare.

Her swollen nubs fell victim to him before long. She flinched when those clamps bit into her flesh, forcing her head to dip back with an amplified squeak and subsequent moan which could only be made more sensual by the resulting shudder that claimed her aching body whole. With the vibrator’s intensity dialed up further, her heart began to race as if to match the crescendo of stifled cries and whimpers welling up deep inside her tingling throat.

Agonizing rapture flooded her molten depths in waves, rippling through quivering walls all the way down to the throbbing pearl of her clit. Sweet nectar trailed over the device responsible for her current state, staining those luscious thighs to the point small patches of moisture collected at her feet.

She would not last long, but wanted to impress all the same. The lotion didn’t distract in that regard, for there were no obvious effects which could’ve elevated the sheer wealth of need and want pulsing through every cell within Phoebe’s form. Subduing the very thing she craved pained her, even more so as the numbing tide of pure ecstasy rolled over her, surpassing the natural threshold required for Phoebe to find herself going over the edge. Lust filled eyes fluttered, drool collected around the inside of the gag now subjected to the impatient licks and lashes of her spasming tongue, as the girl held it in for as long as humanly possible.

“Oh God .. I .. I can’t-“ All her words were a muffled, albeit pleasure stricken mess, echoing through the chamber with all the humiliating as well as delightful nuances her new ball gag provided. Soaked folds inevitably constrict further around her captor’s torture device, intensifying the barrage of sinful vibrations that swarmed her senses with unparalleled bliss. “Ahn! Nnuhnn .. I-It’s too much! I’m .. I’m gonna-”

There was no escaping the release that rolled through her. She came hard, having held back only enhanced the moment to the point Phoebe couldn’t quite come down from that blistering peak, not with those cruel shocks of delight shooting through her loins at the vibrator’s constant teasing.

“Mnnffth .. Hmmph ..” Shapely muscles alternated between slack and tense states, involuntarily convulsing before Gersham’s attentive gaze. Her limbs were numb and as heavy as lead, unable or unwilling to obey her commands as she endured the coming moments with well and truly clouded thoughts. She still ached with that drug, having experienced a mere moment of relief only to have her desires soar back to new heights.

“What's that?” Of course he knew what she had said even if her words had been muffled his ears were discerning. Well attuned at picking up any sort of tremble and altered pitch did wonders to assist him now. Again he slapped an ass cheek rubbing it a bit before clicking the vibrator off though it remained inside her for now.

“You disobeyed. And for that you shall be punished.”

He stepped away from her turning on the object that he held. If she could see it it would have appeared to be a large flashlight. The light it shone was blue and she could see the light. She soon found out what the gel did as it reacted to the beam of light that was brought over her back. That light reacting with the gel which caused her nerve endings to flare making it feel as if she was struck.

With a flick of the wrist it felt almost as if she had been lashed. The blow stung and that gel ensured that there were no marks … a means of punishing without damaging it seemed. The effects were the same, though obviously the gel had the toy had their own expense added to this ordeal.

Maybe the toy had different settings. For now, however, there had been a series of stinging lashes that fell upon her back. After a few minutes they ceased and Gersham stepped forward. “Now, let's try this again.”

Reaching down he clicked on the vibrator. Fingers swirled along her ass in and up and down motion. He repeated the process turning off that vibrator should she cum then whipping her a few times only to turn the vibrator back on, each time at a greater intensity then the last.

Gersham was patient and she felt those stings get a little harder though not much. She didn't notice any change in the light but did hear a switch prior to the increase in the power of those lashes. He was waiting for something, drawing out the situation before returning to her at one point. His fingers painted her ass cheeks with that familiar warmth, his tongue easing over her neck.

“I would fuck you. But I don't think you have the stamina to last long,” he teased her seeing just how she'd react. After all he had to wait so long to have her in the first place so teasing her a little had been more than reasonable.

Failure wouldn’t be rewarded, much less tolerated. She had her doubts about not living up to expectations when all he asked for had been perseverance, but that may have just been an excuse to punish her when he never needed one to begin with. Not that it mattered. A mere pet’s complaints would fall on deaf ears and punishment ensued before Phoebe even mustered the thought of defending her efforts thus far.

“Mmmphh!” Chains rattled under whips cracking against picture perfect flesh, silent and unseen, forcing the young blonde to wince and jolt away from each punishing lash with pained cries. Hot stinging abuse ran across her back, ever alternating between area and intensity. Small hands bunched up into fists, straining against their bindings. She was panting with anticipation once struck and settled, looking back to track another flick of the switch that’d certainly come.

She gathered the gel and flashlight were working hand in hand. All that could be done would be to endure with the vibrator turned off, her one source of pleasure outside of each sudden movement that brought a delicious pinch to her swollen nubs.

In time, however, Phoebe proved why many hadn’t discarded the former slave in spite of her lackluster size in more ways than one. She could adapt, could learn to embrace her punishment and not move from the spot outside of grimacing when struck, with little more than beautifully lustrous flesh trembling in the aftermaths of his every dominant ministration. When Gersham wished to try again, his devoted plaything simply nodded in agreement. She’d be a good girl, a good pet in exchange for more of the same treatment by an all too handsome incubus.

She failed him more than once. There was only so much orgasmic bliss a mere human could suppress before succumbing to pure ecstasy once more. The erotic torture became more intense with every setback, but nothing that would deter her from trying again, let alone wonder whether there’d be an end and thus a way to win it all in the first place.

Desperate pleas for attention oozed from moaning albeit gagged lips, answered only by the man’s presence himself. That drug burned through her ample backside with but a teasing stroke, whereas a mere dash of his tongue over her neck caused the girl’s head to tilt to the side, her thoughts going blank for a moment only to be restored by the prospect of getting ravaged at long last.

Supple thighs squirm down below, grinding against one another with trails of untended passion drooling from her quaking flower. She didn’t know how long it took them to reach this moment, to be tormented by lesser tools when she could have him, but the desire to have him brought those hazy eyes back into focus, trying to peer back at Gersham with only lust remaining in their otherwise empty depths. “N-No .. You’re wrong.” She protested, an almost panicked response shooting through her at the thought of being denied what her body craved most though her expression didn’t show it. The wish ran deep, deep enough for her to try and turn to face him a little more despite having him against her back. “I can do it .. I want you, Gersham. I want you inside me again ..”

“Fuck me .. Please, just fuck me ..” He must’ve realized there would be almost no limit to her desire by now. She’d beg more, beg harder, drop to his feet and worship them if not for the manacles for nothing these many toys could do to her body would compare to the supreme male’s unholy girth spreading her apart and reducing her mind to mush.

Gersham read the look within her eyes as she turned her head to face him. He didn't add anything though a devilish grin on his features relaid to her that he had insight in what she had been experiencing. That this had been a state that he had driven others to on more than one occasion.

Reaching around her body he unfastened one then the other of the nipple clamps. Hands curling around her, cupping her breasts while his index fingers traced over her nipples in small circular motions. Naturally the tips of those fingers fed small amounts of aphrodisiac into her at a steady rate as they continued.

“But something tells me despite that you are willing to try. What am I to do with you if you fade too quickly”

Reaching down to the cord that dangled out from her he switched the remote of that vibrator on it's medium-high setting. While it went to work he summoned that container of gel again applying it to his shaft. While it would do nothing additional it served as lube without him having to waste time searching the shelves for an actual one. And there was no guarantee that there had been one present either.

With the same gel on his shaft that he had spread over her back Gersham worked his member along the crack of her ass. The tip pressing against her rear. The container of gel dismissed so he could once more play with her breasts pulling her back towards him at the same time which resulted in him easing inside her.

His thick member pulsed against her. Slowly in then out his hips smacked up against her ass as he pulled her into his chest. The vibrator buzzing away inside her. With the ball gag each hole had been filled. “Shall I go faster?” He teased her with a few quick thrusts, then swished his hips causing that length to circle her back door.

“Or perhaps harder?” A sudden deep thrust followed by the smack of an ass cheek. His other hand still fondling her breasts twisting a nipple lightly in his grasp. Gersham stilled within her as he analyzed the effects that he had upon her before determining how best to proceed.

“I won’t, I promise!” A promise worth making though keeping it would be another matter. She’d do her best one way or another, arching her back for emphasis which only offered up more supple flesh to torment in his grasp. Simply being dangled on the edge like before, a treat he may never grant for hours on end, that just wouldn’t do. Her body burned, uncertain as to how much worse he could make it when more of that infernal heat pulsed through the blonde’s firm throbbing nubs, eliciting further pleas until he finally chose to partake of his bound plaything.

The vibrations dialed up, driving her crazy with tender bundles of nerves folding around the object in just the right away, flooding each cell with rippling tides of carnal rapture. Stifled whimpers emanate from the shapely doll at his disposal, a trembling and impatiently squirming morsel he would soon feast on, much to her delight.

“Mnnfhhth~” Her eyes rolled back as they fluttered closed, head shooting up with a muffled cry only to lean into him, against him and his athletic frame, accepting the full brunt of his attention to steal her thoughts and mind away. Gersham began to ease inside her, nearly causing her needy orifice to short circuit from receiving every erotic fever dream inducing inch of that irresistibly strong phallus. Aching muscles blossomed with fulfillment when they were finally blessed with friction, spread apart and ground into submission though they had already fallen for him.

She had been weak in the knees before, and now began to melt in his arms as he tended to every neglected spot across her body. The deliberately languid pace claimed her little by little, a torturous conquest of erotic agony when he had that much more on offer. Every moment coaxed more strength from her though her resolve remained unchanged. As she returned the attention, back first against her talentet captor, he was the sole support her body truly needed.

Phoebe huffed under the strain of their union, husky moans inflaming every bit of her mouth, throat and tongue. She didn’t know how long her body could last, a hypersensitive bundle of desire whose every erogenous zone threatened to be overcome by sensory overload.

Alternating thrusts blanketed her physical and mental self in pure ecstasy, bringing her closer to relief than ever before. The imprint of his hand stung against her ass, marking it in his colors albeit temporarily. It took everything to remain in control, to keep herself from failure this early on, head lolling from side to side, but then Gersham slowed, then stopped, merely feeding her swollen albeit petite globes with pleasant strokes and sharp twists of their engorged teats, casting a mix of tender affections and thrilling sparks of lightning upon her heaving tit flesh.

The choice presented provided the greatest challenge yet. Just being with him was heaven for the senses. Simply taking one or the other would’ve been too uninspired a response, no matter how much Phoebe craved both options. Though muffled, perhaps he would catch its meaning. “Mnhhnn .. Gersham ..” He had been neither too fast nor too rough with her, but ultimately her choice fell on something else entirely. “I .. I want whatever pleases you most.”

She was still coherent, which was good. Gersham knew next to nothing about her but had assumed that she had been trained up as a slave prior to working at Raleigh's club. Given the short time she had been there Phoebe had been adapted to her role as far as he could tell. Aegir told him little more than he had needed.

Of course he had good insight at figuring most things out. Even untruth lead to the matter that was being concealed. Simply knowing something was a lie steered him in the right direction. But none of that had mattered at the moment. Fingers tightened against those hard pebbles rolling them back and forth in his fingers.

Then he began to slid out of her ass, just the tip remaining inside her before he shoved himself back inside in a deep yet quick thrust. Repeating the process a moment later he came at her with slow yet deep thrusts before varying it up. Shallower but quicker stabs followed.

He stopped at points to slap her ass and to stop her from tipping over the edge too quickly. Yet the toy continued to buzz away inside her and offered no such restriction thwarting his efforts. When she came over that device he had a bit of a chuckle, his tongue flicking her behind the ear after he pulled aside her hair.

Still he was not finished with her pulling the vibrator slowly out of her before dropping it. Once that had been done he pulled out of her leaving her empty for the moment. In short order he rounded her body now facing her. A hand grasping a thigh lifting her leg up to his hip as he angled himself at that slick entrance.

“Now now, did I tell you that you could cum? I shouldn't allow for seconds but I haven't cum yet. Do you think you're up for the task?” The head of that member brushed along her sex while he went to work feasting on one of her breasts, his lips suckling the mound while his tongue occasionally circled the hardened nipple before his eyes lifted up in order to appraise her features.

His departure and that of a most prominent erotic torture device now abandoned and buzzing on the floor left her feeling empty, deprived of something essential to her current state of being with that drug burning through Phoebe regardless of how many glimpses of momentary relief graced the bound blonde. The limits of her endurance were already strained, but nothing could dilute that potent concoction for long, whatever it was, to the point of making every waking moment with it more bearable than the last.

As he rounded her, his mere presence made her insides quake once more. Her back arched, presenting more of those petite globes to his touch, lips and tongue. Toes curled, attempting to dig into the steel floor, but to no avail. She muttered a stifled apology for cumming without permission while the edges of her vision were already starting to swim. Their eyes found one another all the same. Her grimace of pleasure and frustration alike greeted him when he peered up from her heaving chest, eyes standing at half mast beneath a glaze of overwhelming rapture. She had trouble focusing on the man, the one thing that really mattered in these moments, even lifting her head on her own accord sapped more strength from her glistening beauty as he taxed her to the very extent of her capabilities.

The chosen milky thigh twitched in the aftermaths of her recent high and anticipation, for when he aligned himself with that all too angelic core he could sense the tension in eagerly contracting muscles which couldn’t quite make up their mind as to whether they wished to draw him in or expel him from the entrance to her twitching sheath. She mewled weakly all the same, huffing in exertion, as the tempting heat of her chalice goaded him into action.

A trail of irresistibly warm nectar painted him in the needy woman’s near perpetual desire when Phoebe urged him to take her. The task at hand may have been insurmountable, but she would try, if only to give him an excuse to treat her to more of these carnal sins until they reached their destination.

Accepting the task now meant failure was inevitable, whether Gersham outlasted her or not. Still, both body and mind had already fallen for everything he had on offer. A greater shame than failure would be not trying to satisfy him at all. She doubted he’d regard that as a lack of commitment, at the very least. These back to back sessions with him would’ve been too much for many similarly trained women, but Phoebe would continue to do her best until her body gave out.

The far away look in her eyes told him that she would not last much longer. Yet she wished to try and he knew how that would end. Her body calling out to him in it's confused state. Whether to accept him or attempt to deny him mattered little seeing that she could not have denied him.

Hands swam along her thighs and cupped beneath her ass holding her up in place while he teased that excited slit. After a few strokes he aligned himself with her then pressed up against her easing her weight down in the process bit by bit as he crept forward.

Her excitement made her tight, those clenching muscles swam against him deliciously. For a long moment he did not move basking in those sensations all about him. Precum leaked inside her as Gersham throbbed within her. Before long he began rocking into her body if she didn't already begin to move. This was one time that he had allowed her to take the initiative though he had not said she could.

In short order he filled her but that had not been enough. Gersham continued until she could not. When she woke she found herself back in bed, free of restraints. The clothes he had brought her had been folded up on a small nightstand beside the bed, the blaster resting atop.

It took some time to realize that the ship didn't appear to be moving. They may have been drifting in space, she wasn't that attuned to flying. However, the engines were not on and there were no telltale vibrations rippling through the deck so it was likely that they had landed.

Gersham had not cleaned her up more than a quick wipe down. She still felt sticky in places and felt the ache of muscles that had been used the night before, or whenever their encounter had been given how draining he was. Had he continued after she had passed out? Had she been coherent in some form after her mind had checked out? That she had no answers for.

Whatever happened once any semblance of clarity vanished from her mind, her body certainly had a hard time recovering from their intimacies. She felt sticky and ached all over, insides trembling under the aftermaths of heavenly bliss and still yearning for attention despite craving a moment to calm and recover. The bed brought comfort when nothing else did. At least there were no bindings this time. Maybe QT had freed her as was asked of the droid, or Gersham didn’t mind keeping his obedient pet off the leash for a while.

The pleasure drunken blonde was unwilling to move all the same. Akin to an addictive haze, the stench of sex remained thick in the air around her. The lack of a proper bath or shower made her nuzzle the sheets absentmindedly, well aware the whole bed carried the aroma of their recent union given how long she must’ve been out of it. She smelled him, tasted him still, and thought little about escaping the pleasant reverie her every cell continued to drown in. Idle hands searched for him, but found nothing, much to her initial disappointment.

“Mnnhh .. Hm? We aren’t moving.” In spite of wanting to remain here, Phoebe couldn’t without that particular realization. As far as she recalled, they didn’t plan for another stop unless they were boarding the ship they came for in the first place, or were set up close by with the vast number of systems on standby to hide from sensors more effectively. There was a number of reasons as to why, but no way to figure it all out without getting up.

Bearing the marks of her time with Gersham would be a distraction, but cleaning up would take time she may not have if something went wrong. She pondered on the issue for a moment before slipping out of bed regardless, making her way to the bath on uncertain feet until her tingling, weary flesh regained its footing with a degree of composure.

The pouring warmth provided a refreshing sensation to her senses though one could not betray her memory with shampoo alone. Some part of Gersham’s remained, something not even a hot shower could wash away from lust and pleasure addicted senses. She only hoped it wouldn’t be too good to get away from, lest her judgment be clouded by a constant desire for more of his undivided attention.

Once dried off, Phoebe went through the clothes he had brought and settled for a more delicate selection of lace underwear as a constant companion beneath her flight suit. Afterwards, she checked on the blaster at hand, stuffing the extra energy pack in one of her pockets while making sure the other was at full capacity still. She’d dressed up and armed herself, and would listen to the corridor outside with her ear against the door before leaving the mess of a room she woke up in. She had to find Gersham, and figure out why they were stopped. After all, he hadn’t left any instructions this time around.

She heard nothing in the corridors outside her room. Outside she found a few of the maintenance droids zipping here and there doing routine checks. Among them were the usual cleaning bots. If anything the prior owner of the vessel kept it both clean and updated.

There was no sign that they had been boarded and as she proceeded she didn't get the sense that they were drifting. Still it took a few minutes to find a droid that could actually speak outside of beeps and chirps. QT had been the only droid she had encountered thus far but there were was at least one other, one of the maintenance bots that could notify a crew of what problems needed addressing. The AI was simply but could point here to were she would find Gersham who had been in the galley.

Gersham looked at her as she entered, his gaze slowly descending over her then back up. She had come in upon him manifesting small black spheres at the tip of a finger as he sat there. Manifesting it again and again though he didn't appear to need any practice … or food for that matter.

Getting up he approached her running a lone finger down her cheek that send a cool wave out from the area he touched. Whatever heat had built up had been dispelled as he cleared her mind.

“I'm afraid that plans have changed a bit. Your man is here. So is Lysiss. Currently we are docked at a space station as is she. I have confirmed with my sources that your man is on her ship rather than the station. Our main challenge will be getting him from that ship, I seriously doubt you wish to storm into it and sweep it deck by deck.

“I have an idea as to how to get him to the station but as far as getting him from the station to the ship. Well ...” He paused. Producing a datapad in a hand he brought up a map of the station highlighting where the closet medical facility to Lysiss ship was.

“I can get him there. But we are faced with getting through an entire station of security. So it may be necessary to steal a ship here at this dock. Of course there are other options paying someone down there for passage, buying Kurgan from Lysiss or making other negotiations.

“This station is known for it's plethora of scum used by the galactic scum. But I don't suppose you have much sway at the moment since cash in hand speaks volumes and you haven't built up a reputation where you could use credit under normal circumstances. With you being unconscious for so long and not knowing how long Lysiss will be here I had to make some arrangements that you may not like.

“However, pending how you wish to do this it may have been necessary. Oh, and the Voran are coming. It was sort of necessary if we needed to get Kurgan off the ship.”

As any possible danger had been crossed out one by one, her mind focused on other things. All throughout her body, cells were craving respite as much as they longed for a modicum of attention. Salaciously swaying hips, nothing more than a subconscious effort by now, confined to clothing she ached to discard, were making her approach all the more delightful to the mighty male’s naked eye. An arched back prompted those petite globes to mold against her top from within and enter the spotlight further, straining her attire just a little more on her way to fulfillment. She wanted to be looked at, to be observed and cherished, to ease on that lap of his as though it were nothing but an inherent inclination, but her expectations were shattered when he chose to get up instead of allowing her to close the gap between them. The wondrous aftermaths of an entire night were dispelled with but a familiar finger trailing down her cheek, allowing her mind to breathe and act freely once more.

There was more work to be done. As soon as Gersham began to explain the situation at hand, Phoebe had already started mapping out routes from the medical facility to more suitable extraction points. “So how are you getting him from the ship to the station? Or would it be better for me not to know?” He was right in the sense that making their way through the station would be problematic. She was no longer the gung-ho type, or tried not to be anymore in recent times, not after everything that’s happened. It turned out to be a particularly grueling lesson she had to learn on more than one occasion. The very thought was making her shudder, with the worst punishments bringing her painfully close to the embrace of death.

“If there’s plenty of scum here, chances are they’re inherently untrustworthy, especially when Lysiss and the others are quick on the draw.” Someone’s bound to notice Kurgan’s absence sooner or later, if not downright understand how and why it happened. That aside, unless Gersham knew someone personally, and even then it seemed more of a coin toss with that man, entering any sort of agreements would be a risk she’d rather not take. “I’ve been looking forward to this moment for a while. I’m not going to chance anything unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

“Stealing a ship will be difficult in any case, but a feasible endeavor at least. If we can find a make I’m familiar with rather than some unknown mash up of parts shoddily patched together, that’d be even better.” They could attempt to tap into the local networks for information, but depending on security that could give them away to the station’s staff before even getting started. Having a look in person might work, but thus far it seemed simple enough.

She would be all ears for anything else he might have in mind. Since he mentioned arrangements she may not like, Phoebe braced for news that may be worse than the Voran though they were far from a surprise themselves. She fully expected their wolven pursuers to keep coming even if they went under the radar for a good while. Still, it was best to know they were coming than having to keep guessing when they would be there.

“I’m on board with whatever it takes to get Kurgan back. I won’t leave without him.” Taking her eyes off the datapad, Phoebe took a few deep breaths to calm herself. This would be it. They had this one chance to do it right. Perhaps her streak of good fortune may yet continue.

“That is where the Voren will be helpful I hope,” though he did not sound as if he had been unsure of his idea. He spoke with a tone of confidence that only laid out the facts, that it was unlikely that things wouldn't work out as he planned.

“I'll make it necessary for one of the Voren to need medical assistance. The Voren are well know for their skills as bounty hunters but there are so few of them among the stars that tales of their exploits are legendary. Whoever is on the station will lack the medical knowledge to efficiently treat them.

“While things can be done for trauma and so forth given their similar physiology to numerous humanoids there are a number of things unique to them, things that only their kind can treat. As good as I am at gathering information I can spread it as well. If a particular rumor gets out that a certain ship has a Voren doctor and that a Voren came down with an ailment that the staff here cannot treat I'm confident that the powers that be will seek the services of this Voren doctor. Especially if it gets out that the Voren honor life debts well, the higher the status the greater the reward bestowed. Of course that's all BS that I'm making up but I doubt they have a scholar that has studied the Voren. Even if they did the Voren are so rare that even a scholar would doubt their knowledge base was complete. And if it spreads that the Voren in question is of incredible status ...” he trailed off letting her consider what she would do if she were the one running the station when getting this information.

The fact that most people and beings here had been the lowest of lows made things easier in the long run. For whatever reason their loyalty had been stronger to credits, there were options in hiring people and bribing others. Of course there was always the risk of being turned on too. With his trick of summoning things too he could always get his money back or use someone else so accessing areas of the station or paying for bribes would be simple enough.

A few taps on the datapad indicated that he had been busy while she slept. He brought up the ships docked her at the time. The records indicated where the vessels were docked, who they were registered to and what sort of vessel they were. There were others details if she spent the time reading into matters. Docking fees the ships had been charged, when they arrived, departure times for others though most vessels lacked the later information. If she looked into it she would find that these ships were passenger ships, freighters that went to this world or that which had the space for passengers and figured they could make more money in addition to their cargo runs. The station had been a hub though the problem was that the cargoes were probably illegal which could lead into other problems down the line.

“I will be busy with the Voren and spreading rumors to the necessary people so I don't know how much assistance I will be able to supply. It will take a bit to set up but when things actually happen they'll happen fast. I may not be in position.

“See anything interesting?” Gersham asked as she looked over the station's manifest.

“.. someone’s gonna want that Voren to owe them a favor.” She liked that train of thought. Goading the right people into action, assuming everything went well on their part throughout, those same people would play right into their hands. After everything that’s happened thus far, Gersham certainly had the right to be a bit full of himself though one had to wait and see how things played out in the long run.

Yellow eyes studied the data, wandering from ship to ship, glossing over the details though they jumped whenever something unfavorable came up. Phoebe looked into what suited their needs, being more focused on equipment than cargo or cargo space for they could always dump illegal wares somewhere down the line. They had more important things to worry about, their getaway above all else. Characteristics regarding mobility and protection reigned supreme, with little weight placed on anything designed for prolonged skirmishes.

All of them offered enough room for three though beds may be shared or entirely unavailable, which was fine all things considered. Phoebe didn’t care much for comfort considering what could be gained from their operation here. It had been a secondary concern for such a long time, there had been no reason to insist they steal something for luxury’s sake though more expensive models tended to have better equipment by default yet there was no telling what modifications may have been made to the various docked ships.

Worst case scenario, interior defence mechanisms or remote access. She didn’t trust anyone to simply leave their ship without adequate security or the means to get it back should it ever be taken, and dealing with the owner in person would only cause more problems than necessary. The departure times were a good indication of which ones may be more freely available than others, for the farther away they were the more Phoebe doubted the pilots would be on board until then.

“Either one of these ..” She drew up a small selection of vessels that were suitable, mostly passenger ships for their lower profile and overall maneuverability, “.. will suffice.”

At that point one had to contemplate the matter of stealing a ship in the first place. She hadn’t been too concerned about locked doors though when time was of the essence that may be a problem. Her experience should be enough, like riding a bicycle one was unlikely to forget any of it, only for the more tech and maintenance focused tasks did Phoebe tend to have a fellow agent mechanic come along for flights. That was a long time ago.

Still, she was armed, but a free human might attract a bit more attention than a collared one when walking through the station. She let Gersham ponder on that for a moment though among the lowest of low who would really care about a lone human like her?

“I’ll be scoping those ships out for a bit while you do your thing.” She stated while lifting her gaze off the datapad and back to him, thinking it’d be optimal to know her way around the immediate area unless he had other plans for her. “When it’s time, I’ve got to know where to be and how to get there. You could slip up and make a mistake, which I doubt ..” A grin nearly creased her features though the anticipation smothered it before it could manifest, “.. but I can’t afford to mess up when seconds are all that count.”

Gersham had a look over the ships. Not that he really knew much about them he noted where they were in proximity to the infirmary and Lysiss' vessel. There was only one sort of vessel he was knowledgeable about outside of the one that they were now in. To him one was as good as the other. He supposed some where faster, had more space or better armaments but none of that ever concerned him.

“Depending on how you wish to extract your doctor either this ship or this one. If you strike before he gets to the infirmary then this vessel is between Lysiss and the infirmary. If after he gets there then this one is closer when leaving the infirmary.”

He didn't seem concerned about her lurking around the station uncollared. Of course it was likely that she could gain the attention of nefarious aliens, some may even attempt to imprison or capture her, but in the short term it was likely that they would attempt anything without trying to find out who she was connected too. Of course, someone that was extremely powerful wouldn't worry but chances were low that any such being would be hanging around where she was going.

Being her for a small amount of time helped in this regard. By the time anyone would make a move against her they should, if everything went well, be long gone.

“That I will leave to you. I doubt that all the Voren will be in the infirmary other than the one I will send there. As for the others ...”

He grinned moving in close. With a brush of his fingers against her neck he heated up her desire. A hand traveled down her chest rubbing between her legs vigorously for a lengthy moment. Then bringing his fingers to his nose he inhaled her scent while simultaneously sweeping a hand down her neck to dose those flames.

“I'll take care of that.” Having collected what he needed his fingers began to glow a deep purple for a few seconds. “You'll probably want to wash before you survey the area. QT has brought other clothes to the bath similar to these. Now if you'll excuse me there's a lot I need to do.”

He left her to it. In addition to another jumpsuit she'd find a hooded robe. The docking berths she examined had few beings. There were a few maintenance droids and those debarking or embarking on ships. She had the fortune of seeing that the first ship she scoped out at a tall thin red skinned alien that had entered the vessel. From his dress and the toolbox he carried he had to be an engineer. There was no other activity in the area.

The second vessel had a little more traffic around it but not much. There were long stretches of time where there was no one around. Every once and a while there was a bot or rarely an organic. Once she spotted a pair of small reptilian humanoids load something into one of the ships but the pair soon departed.

The schedule of the bots were pretty standard. One showed up every fifteen minutes or so. Tougher was predicting when an organic would appear though it was rare. The other berth had less activity but the ship she was going to target had that engineer so it was a choice of dealing with the single alien or risk the uncertainty in the pattern of the second birth. The last birth only having her target ship attached to the station at present with the bots schedule fairly predictive the only organics would be those coming or going from her target and since it wasn't due to depart for awhile she probably only had the engineer to deal with in some fashion.

Once she picked her target ship she could focus her attention on when and how to strike.