It seemed that they were taking anyone for this assignment, a foolhardy attack that wasn't bound to succeed. Hence why the
mission had gone bad in a hurry turning into a gun fight between mercenary companies. The objective had been straight forward, eradication of the enemy as a particular base. Elimination and capture the compound. No one told them they were going against Drax mercenaries. Relentless and strong most took several blaster shots to put down for good.

In little time she had been on her own. Most people would not have lasted as long as she did and in the end it became clear that she had to choose between both objectives. She could not hold the place by herself not if reinforcements came.

They had made sure to sabotage long range communications but when others showed up to resupply the base in a week or so then this all was for naught. Her employers should be here first. If she managed to eliminate all the enemies that was almost as good as achieving both objectives only that the first ones her got the prize.

The odds had been on her side and in the end she had killed every last Drax but at a cost. When she had been recovered a short time later she had been thought to have been dead caught up at the edge of the explosion that took out three whole sections.

Stuck with all the other dead bodies the back up had been amazed to find that she was alive the next day, not even suffering a mark. That freaked many of the aliens out. Taken aside by a commander she was told that she did well and reassigned to protect the landing pad, their employer was making a personal visit to the place.

Naturally everything had to be explained to her again. There wasn't much, they were hired to perform a job and her group went in first. Why the base was being attacked was inconsequential to the job she signed up for. Later in the evening they would get the rest of their pay and their obligation here would come to an end.

She had to get another means of taking notes to herself since hers had been a little charred from the explosion. Most of her notes she could still make out and she spent some time to do them over with some of the supplies at the base until she went to the landing pad and waited until the shuttle arrived.

Large beetle-like creatures left the ship each easily three meters in height. The massive creatures had huge mandibles and enormous rifles the length of their arms that ended in wicked claws that could shred through stone. The Vodrun escorted a slimy creature from the ship. She saw that it changed color upon touching the landing pad assuming that coloration now.

Soldiers here snapped to attention, that had to be Ortix now making his way towards the base.

No one had much experience at least not the ones that had been sent in first but seeing that there were Drax there no one had been expected to survive but she had.

It wasn't often that Xin found herself in situations like this, but once she was there, the feeling of being back on the battlefield stirred something deep in her genetic memory, and she couldn't help but find herself grinning manically with a sadistic, malicious grin. Usually, these days, she found herself wandering without any apparent purpose, travelling from place to place, frequently stealing what she needed. However, after being briefly groped in a bar, the ensuing bar fight would apparently, surprisingly see her arriving upon a job opportunity.

In most instances, punching one of the top dogs in a mercenary group in the jaw, flooring him in a single blow, would see one in a heap of trouble, especially when the whole war band was there, in the same bar, for a drink. On this occasion though, after throwing down with several of the men, all at the same time, and seeing most of them in need of first aid, if not more, and definitely not in any way inclined to get up again in a hurry, it'd become immensely clear to everyone there that this 'chick' wasn't going to be beat in hand to hand by any of them. In the end, it was only after the men had all drawn their weapons and trained them on the woman that they were able to put a stop to her then and there.

Any other group might have insisted on taking certain liberties as 'repayment', especially in this quarter of the galaxy. However, after seeing the way she fought, the Captain, after he'd picked himself up from the floor, scrapping the broken glass off of himself, and putting the table, he'd been thrown back onto and over, upright again, would instead present the impressive warrior goddess with the chance to fight, as she was now doing, and thus, even though they didn't know her that well, and had no way of knowing if she was trustworthy, she'd find herself shipping out with the crew on their next mission.

The relationship was strange. On the one hand, the 'soldiers' found themselves in awe and amazement at her prowess, as she wielded a pair of two handed rifles, one in either hand and, with both weapons, apparently hitting every target and mark, regardless of how little of them was showing behind cover. At the same time though, her tall, sensual figure would lead to most of them possessing a definite soft spot for her, uncertain whether or not to try and make any advances on her, or not. She in turn, as she got to know 'the lads' found herself at least feeling some sense of comradely and fellowship to the rather crude, but in their own way, charming band of brutes. Alas, the whole thing was not meant to be and, after most of the squad was decimated, a powerful 'tank missile' being needed to finally take out this seemingly unstoppable titanic maiden, Xin would find herself the next day awaking, practically naked, in a pile of corpses.

Unlike her cohorts, surprised at her survival, she in turn would not be in any way disturbed or apparently caught unawares by her ability to come through it all without a scratch. Whilst a brief explanation was all that was needed to get her back up to speed, she would not find herself relying heavily on other people's reminders in future as she sought out some means of taking notes, as well as clothes.

A diligent soldier, Xin would barely take so much as a glance at the landing pad as the 'boss' arrived. No underwear stores out here, exactly, she'd be having to make do with a hopefully clean pair of men's boxers and so bandages around her bust. Rough, camo trousers would adorn her lower half and a white, though somewhat dirtied, tank top would dress her torso. There'd be mud and some degree of grime on her face and bare, muscular arms. Wielding a large assault rifle, she'd be at least a hundred meters away, up on the high ground, partially concealed behind cover, cargo crates and barrels. She'd evaluated the area and had found this to be the best spot for any potential snipers, and thus, had decided to get here first to surprise any that decided to turn up. From here she could also have a proper view of the whole area. The sight of the 'creature' emerging from the ship would mean little to her. She'd have to assume that this was the leader of the group she was working for, but there'd be no other cause for concern for her, having no recollection seeing this individual before.

She had been out there for some time, long enough to witness the arrival of other ships that deployed professional troops, many were insect-like, the huge beetle creatures or the more numerous spiders with red bands on their legs. The spiders, being unarmed, entered the base and had to have been used in close while several of the armed individuals took posts at the landing pad or the perimeter of the captured base.

It was only when she saw the boss leaving in time that she noted that he paused turning slowly. He moved about speaking with some of the soldiers there. Slithering about he actually left the area speaking with others on the perimeter. No one else arrived but she did see that the slime was getting closer, that and he was now a tan coloration as he left the landing pad becoming the same color as the stone in an instant.

His upright posture was more humanoid though he lacked legs as he flowed along but if he flattened out or changed shape as it seemed well within the realm of possibility for an ooze he could have appeared as a section of the ground or rock. He did travel some distance from the landing pad and ship and must have been about to turn back when he suddenly looked up at her or rather the area that gave her cover.

Stopping himself from speaking to the soldiers he came closer navigating and climbing over obstacles with little effort as he flowed over them. In short order he had been at her position.

“I've been looking for you. I have heard that you were part of the ones that secured this place, the only one to have survived the attempt any way. Tell me, what military campaigns have you seen?”

He was unfamiliar with her it seemed. She noted that he had eyes and a mouth but the eyes did not blink. He came closer, eyes appeared to examine her but it felt different, Rather then focusing on her chest or ass he seemed to draw her all in from head to toe then back up again as if trying to commit the sight to memory or trying to recollect a past meeting, however brief.

He then glanced out toward the landing pad not really looking at anything there but swinging his gaze back and forth before returning it to her. “If I may ask, what species are you? The others remarked of your impressive recovery from death. I believe the diagnosis was false but in any case ...”

Ortix trailed off there. There were beings that rapidly healed, others that were able to endure the effects of specific attacks, the galaxy had been a large place after all and he had seen only a fraction of it as well traveled as he was even the longest lived species couldn't see much more of the galaxy then that.

He too had been exempt from most attacks but it took him nearly a month to recover from something that destroyed most of his mass requiring the absorption of plenty of liquids. He of course had several interests in mind and this was just the first ...

Briefly, acknowledging the arrival of the current mission's 'primary asset', but doing little more than that, Xin would not prove herself to be in anyway sloppy in the execution of her duties. Whilst other teams of two or more could afford to have some of their members turning their back on the waters, jungles and plains, beyond the perimeter, where any enemy could emerge, training a rifle on the whole landing area to better secure against any threats that might have gotten past, Xin was alone and, as such, had to focus solely on the expanse before her, leaving anything, other than what she was doing, here and now, up to others.

Given all of this, as well as how still and unmoving she was, gun resting on a crate, eyes unblinking as they continued to survey the landscape before her, it might have been slightly surprising when, without turning her head or looking around, she shifted to take the trigger of her main weapon with her left, upholstered the side arm strapped to her waist, with her right, and aimed it, with an unnerving accuracy, at the space directly between the eyes of the slime creature approaching her, having him looking squarely down the barrel of her gun before he'd even had the chance to say anything. It wasn't as if he'd made much noise as he'd slithered towards her, but it would appear that her combat instincts weren't the only thing that were sharp.

There'd be a second or two before she moved, allowing the creature that'd arrived at her location the chance to take note of the current situation, with him probably realising quickly, if not immediately, how little of a threat that weapon of hers actually posed. Eventually though, having made one final scan of the terrain before her, the only sign of this being her eyes sliding slowly from left to right, she'd straighten up, having been crouched very slightly, as if perching on the edge of some invisible, high bar stool, and step to one side, placing her completely behind cover, for the purpose of anyone that may or may not be out there. In all honesty, the fighting was most likely all over, but Xin wasn't inclined to be in anyway unprofessional, letting her guard down.

It was only, once she was there, that she'd finally look Ortix up and down, re-holstering her side-arm and looping the strap to her rifle over her shoulder, diagonally across her bountiful chest. He didn't appear to be an enemy combatant and, based on the general description she'd been provided, this was most likely the man... er... person that she, and the other mercenaries, were supposed to be protecting. Having been focused on her job, she hadn't observed him talking to any of the soldiers, so his sudden arrival here would have her considering a number of possibilities. For starters, he didn't seem to be accompanied by anyone and, just like real soldiers had to keep an eye out for deserters, she considered that the 'clients' of mercenary groups also had to be watched carefully by their employees. Regardless, even if the intent of this man... creature... thing, wasn't in anyway malicious, cowardly or, whatever you'd call backing out of payment, their job and, by extension, Xin's was to keep him safe and, that particular task wasn't served very well by him being out here. In short, he wasn't supposed to be here.

He begun to speak to her and, at the very least, Ortix didn't appear to be interested in attacking. Instead, he seemed to have questions about her, what experience she had, what species she was... Given what he'd said, it didn't seem as if him running into her here was a coincident, which put the idea of him simply trying, spontaneously, to run away out of her mind. However, it still didn't seem to bode well with her that their employer had personally come all the way out here, without any protection or guard.

Whilst she'd face such questions before, elsewhere, but also, more recently, with the soldiers she'd signed up with, not that she could recall this, she'd always managed to throw most people off, or satisfy their curiosity, with vague notions and typical generalisations. For the most part, she was typically quite honest about things and, she supposed, if she ever decided to talk about where she was from, she'd do so plainly without holding anything back. Actually talking about her past however, was something she never really felt all that comfortable doing and, now in the face of direct questioning, she wouldn't seem to be in any way inclined to answer. Instead, she'd remain silent until eventually stating.

“Sir... It would be best if you returned to the landing area. If you prefer, I can call for another team to come up here and take my position, and I can escort you down personally. However, there is only a so much protection I can provide for you up here.”

She showed she was a battle hardened she had been when she trained that weapon on him briefly. He inferred much by the movement of her arm and the unholstering of that weapon, the picture becoming clear to him causing him to grin. The weapon was placed away and while he felt no danger here he did nod at her words.

“If you feel that is necessary.”

She was large, heavier than most humanoid females he encountered, at least those that were in shape. He got a good picture of the scene through vibrations and her movement on the ground and waited until another soldier had been sent here to relieve her.

Moving along side her as they traveled back toward the ship he turned his head toward her as he spoke. “Quite diligent in your tasks too. I must commend you for your work here. But I have other work for you, that is if you are interested.”

He made a sweeping gesture in the direction of the base and landing pad. “Quit the upgrade from this. Well, two jobs in fact. One really isn't much of a job but more a simple examination. First and foremost I am an Aschen scientist and am quite curious about your nature. The job a simple one as a bodyguard. The lumbering creatures I normally bring with me are more useful as brutes in the front lines. Suffice it to say having someone close at hand that can survive an otherwise lethal attack allows me other options. And you as well … an explosion will do little to me other than make a mess, which I can simply pull myself together from.

“It will pay more then this assignment. We can work out the terms and duration of your employment if you are interested.” And if not he already had designs on taking her anyway, he was simply running through a list of options as to what worked best having already thought of a few things by the time they neared the shuttle.

Waiting until a new group came to relieve her position, Xin would continue to be diligent in her role of sentinel, keeping a watchful eye on the perimeter. Though, it would not escape her attention the way her current guest sat, a few feet away, and prevailed in not taking his 'eyes' off of her at any point. There'd be little more than a nod and some simple acknowledgements, when the new men came, at which point she was free to escort the asset back to the central landing area, a journey slightly more winding and twisting than that direct path Ortix had taken to get to Xin, over the rocks and obstacles.

As they walked and he spoke, the way she held herself, she didn't actually appear to be listening, rather her head would be front and forward, apparently staring ahead at the ground. Anyone else might have thought her lost in thought, but anyone who'd observed her focus to date would be keen to point out that she'd never allow herself to be distracted in a place like this. They would have expected to see her looking around, keenly eyeing up the guard posts and potential sniper sight, but since she wasn't doing any of that, she must instead be listening intently to Ortix, a theory that would evidently be proven as she subtly tilted her head very slightly and glanced across with her eyes to catch his grander, sweeping gesture.

There was a pause once he'd said his piece, as she evidently considered his offer, turning it over in her head. She was neither impulsive, nor possessing any pressing need to fill the silence as some people had. Eventually though, her otherwise stalwart and still frame began to move, as she lifted her head and began doing, as one should have expected of her prior, to glance around at the perimeter.

“It's a generous offer, I'll give you that.”

Finally, she'd see her little sweep of the area completed, and would now actually turn her attention to the Aschen scientist.

“However, I only signed up for this mission because I got into a bar fight with some of your hired help, and they in turn took a liking to me... as strange as that may seem...”

His comment referring to the people she'd worked with as 'brutes' had seemed a little tasteless... though she herself would have to admit that it seemed a fitting description for one or two of them. She couldn't say that she'd become all that attached to those men, but she at least found herself feeling a need for respect, now that some of them, if not most of them, were now dead.

“Once this is all over, and once I've been paid, I intend to head back to the station where your men found me and carry on where I left off. It's not much of a life, I'll give you that, but I've been able to stay on the move and, whilst money can be good, I don't find myself entirely dependent on it. I'm sure I've peaked your curiosity, and it's more than possible what they're saying is true, that I sustained some form of injury, only to have it regenerate overnight. However, I can hardly claim to be immortal and if you're looking for someone capable of surviving severe blasts, I suggest you look elsewhere. Becoming anyone's bodyguard is hardly something I'm striding towards right now and, as it happens, I think I've had enough of being someone's laboratory experiment for one lifetime to ever want to do so again. I can tell you though that my abilities come from a sort of 'mixed heritage', as one might say, and if you really insist I suppose I could provide you with some skin and hair samples, but I don't expect you'll find anything more useful than anything you might have already.”

The round about way had been out but there was no reason to dismay as a more direct approach worked fine. He nodded at what she said. “I suppose that will have to do. Could you spare a blood sample at least?” He made a gesture back to the base or rather what was left of it.

While he considered the shuttle to base wasn't as confined and had access to more of his minions should they be needed. He brought her to the infirmary doing all the work himself. To her surprise she would find that he was a living pocket, a plethora of tools had been pushed along his innards coming out into his hand.

Such was his control that the items were slime free when they breached the surface of his hands and he rummage around for additional vials. He had his own scissors which he offered her so she could snip some of her hair that he placed in one of the vials. Skin samples in another.

Last would be the blood, if she accepted, and this was where he would get a little devious. Getting closer to her so she wouldn't notice a piece of him breaking off on the floor that slithered behind her. That piece controlled by his will, a piece that would die if not reattached in a few minutes but he only needed a few.

In any case he sought to keep her distracted. “You're sure you want to be on your way? I could use a soldier of your caliber. Then again so can half the galaxy. I would really hate being on opposite sides should another oppose me.”

He kept her attention while the piece of slime climbed up the leg of a nearby table that held all manners of medical tools. “Just one last thing, promise. A non intrusive bio scan?” He would have liked getting her into one of his machines for a full and detailed analysis but she would be less likely to go for that and they didn't have such scanners here so he had to make due with running a simple scanner over her to get a baseline reading which he didn't think would tell him much seeing that she was a hybrid at best he might pick up some markers of what species had been used in her making, maybe enough info to scan for her individual life signs rather then getting a generic life form, nothing too important but that was not the aim currently.

It had been to keep her attention of of the hand-sized piece of slime that had absorbed a piece of medical equipment about half it's size before it climbed back to the floor then up the leg of the medical table she sat on. He filled the time with a bit of small talk, questions such as past missions and how long she had been a mercenary, simple things that he didn't care for the answers for. Just keeping her distracted long enough so that slime could use the hyper spray against her lower back.

Uncertain if the dose was sufficient to render her unconscious he used that distraction to literally hurl himself against her enveloping her and thus cutting off her air supply until she passed out and he could get off her.

Struggling it would be all but useless in dislodging him, not unless cold came into the equation since it would stiffen his body even make it breakable. His slime was sticky when he wanted it to be and would hold fast if she tried to pull him free. Likewise impact was useless in injuring him, at most his form would be broken up and dispersed until he could pull himself back together, just as explosions just took longer to pull enough of him back together again.

When she was unconscious he would retract and check her over before moving her to his shuttle.

She seemed to give a slight, grumbling sigh as rebuke when he asked after blood samples, but she'd soon shrug, relinquishing a sort of 'yeah, whatever...'

"I suppose you'd be able to get a sample, either way. After all, it's not as if there's not plenty of it out there in the battlefield. Just don't try anything."

Somewhat reluctantly, she'd follow on after him, carefully putting her rifle to one side before entering, but keeping her sidearm. The inside of the shuttle wasn't anything she hadn't expected. It was a laboratory of sorts, and whilst she couldn't claim to be exactly 'thrilled' to be back inside one, at the very least it wasn't exactly the patheos of horrors like the one she'd grown up in. She would be glad to be out of here as soon as possible, and she partially wondered why she'd even agreed to this. Still, despite her desire to see this done quickly, or maybe because of it, certain of her own abilities, she'd insist on making use of all the tools herself, doing so in a very efficient, yet curt manner. She could get this over with quick, and maybe the creature would stop bothering her and let her get back to work.

When she took the scissors, she'd snip a piece or two of for him, placing the samples down on the tray before giving another annoyed sigh and rolling her eyes a little.

"Right... and if you want to do something other than a toxicology..."

With that, she'd put down the scissors and reach up to wrap a finger around a hair or two, tugging a couple of them out by the roots. It would appear that she had some, at the very least, basic knowledge of genetics herself, going to the lengths of providing Ortix with a couple of bulbs, the place where one would actually find some DNA to work with.

The skin sample, she'd take herself as well. Snatching the device and, after briefly checking by eye and smell to see if the tool wasn't in some way tampered with, secretly laced with some kind of drug, she'd go ahead and do the deed. Her actions would be once more quick and precise, at no point displaying any apparent uncertainty as to how one would even use a thing or, for that matter, any hesitation when it came to inflicting the little pinch and sting upon herself.

Next would be the blood sample, and it would be at this point that her host would once more start up again, trying to offer her a place with his 'company'. Of course, she was insisting on taking the needle with which one would take the blood sample herself, though this chatter of his seemed to be excuse enough for him to delay handing it to her, an act which would only be met by her impatience. She wouldn't notice his subterfuge, breaking off a piece of himself to sneak around behind her, rather she was focused on getting the creature to give her the damn syringe already...

"I promise, once I get back to the station, my only plans are to take a shower and have a long, hot bath. Not planning to shoot up any of your troops any time soon."

His next suggestion was only a nuisance to her. She'd already obliged him enough, agreeing to give him a blood sample. He'd given her the needle, and, just as with the tool with which she'd taken a skin sample, she'd look the thing over.

"Right... a bio scan... well, whilst I'm sure you'd be happy to take lots of pictures, I think I've provided you with plenty already, especially since I'm not asking to be paid or anything."

She'd already stuck the needle into her arm and had started to extract a blood sample. At no point did she look up during, nor had she when she'd spoken, but as she took the syringe out, and began to disassemble, providing Ortix with a nice, neatly filled vial, she'd glance up and see that he'd not exactly taken her words to heart. Grabbing a tissue and wiping her arm, where the needle had gone in, she puts her eyes on the hand scanner he was holding up hopefully. Even though she'd said no...

"Fine..."

At the very least, he wasn't proposing a full body scan, as she'd assumed. She rolls her eyes, and gives a slightly frustrated, defeatist sigh, sticking her arm out. This time, she didn't appear too bothered about using the device herself, and would even allow him to gently hold her wrist as he began his scan, on her arm, as she'd indicated. He'd apparently felt the need to fill this time with inane small talk, she, on the other hand, hardly seemed eager to respond. Amongst the other things he'd detect, her genetic markers would indicate a masterful blend of many, many different species, Human, Dyear, Lupus, even a touch of Draculus... which... she might have seemed a little blood thirst on the battlefield, but one might not have thought literally. Of course, one thing of note, was how easily the code could be manipulated further, there being a veritable, metaphorical, array of switches one could go to in order to make any one of the racial traits more predominant, a potential, judging by her current genetic structure, that hadn't even been touched upon.

In the end though, she had every intention of leaving, having this be it. Once he had what he wanted here, she was gone. However, as he was scanning, she would find herself suddenly aware of a quick, heavy pinching of something being injected into her back and... Though she'd reacted quickly, she would hardly be able to respond to his attack. The distraction had worked and, as she'd turned to rebuke the assault from behind, he'd have pounced, enveloping and throwing himself upon her.

"MMMPHH!!"

Any outcry she could have made was quickly silenced, unable to call out for help, even if there'd been anyone around who might have been willing. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she was clearly not planning on going down without a fight. Her endurance was impressive, as was her strength, both of which she would display during the struggle.

Mostly stuck in place, down on the exam table, he would be quick in cutting off her air supply, covering her face in his thick, sickly, sludge. An arm would be free and it would flail out, into the open air during her sudden panic. The dose of sedative he'd provided would seemingly have little effect, and she would manage now to roll over onto her front, twisting in the sludge, her free hand coming around to try and pry Ortix from her face. Fortunately, the table would be bolted to the floor, but it would be no consideration on her current movements now as she planted her hands down and began to stand, trying to lift herself from the surface beneath her at the very least. Though he was tough, the level of strength involved, it was like Ortix was stuck to the bottom of a mile long freighter, a tiny wad of chewing gum trying to prevent such a colossal leviathan from taking off of the ground. In the end though, he could simply stretch, remaining plastered to her body and the table.

She couldn't breath, but as she'd risen up onto her feet, she'd appeared to have conquered the initial, frantic panic and had gotten command enough of herself to attempt more throughout, potentially effective means of escape. Whilst she would, at first, simply attempt to tear him off of her, she would soon find his form to be stuck to her entire body. Hands flying out, she'd try and find some instrument to use against him, but she was blind and found nothing by feel. Her gun was, she'd discover in the first few seconds, gone, apparently removed from her holster and tossed aside. She'd try leaping off of the table, but the elasticity of his form would catch her mid flight and bring her slamming back, face down, to where she'd started. She had strength, enough to rip off the bulkheads of this ship in a display that, were Ortix familiar with Earth popular culture, might have been described as 'kryptonian'. However, in the end, her impressive strength would do nothing to serve her now. Her lungs were beginning to burn, and there would be only one thing left that she could do.

Versed in many, remarkable skills, due to her frankly incredible program training, Xin would begin to slow her heartbeat, relax her body. She just had to hope that her captor didn't have an autopsy in mind for her. Yes, she could make herself seem unconscious, make it appear as if she'd suffocated. Hell, she could even take it all the way and make herself seem almost deceased, enough to fool at least some primitive forms of life signs detection. She'd wait, wait until he was off of her. However, without proper time to prepare, unable to take those deep, calming breaths that one usually required, and starting with her heart already beating so fast... it was... difficult. Furthermore, something... she wasn't sure what... but something was beginning to make her feel... urrghh... her eyes drift close... was it the drug from earlier... whatever it was, it was almost as if she really was being suffocated unconscious...

She remained cautious as ever. While he did not see in the traditional sense he had been aware of subtle and not so subtle movements that told him that she inspected each piece of equipment before using it. It was good that he had not planned on using them for subterfuge.

She was short, annoyed but compliant. He had attempted to delay her and even used more small talk to further distract her and prolong her visit. She even had some working knowledge on science providing him with hair follicles that contained a root as well. Of course he had not stopped her from providing them though he did not ask for them. After all this had been but a small rouse on his part.

Focusing on the scans Ortix could read in a sense. It was a psionic ability of his, similar to clairvoyance if he had been sighted. It allowed him to picture each word and allow him to read each in turn. Numerous species and he could see that there was much room to make a few improvements should he have the need.

That was an interest for another time perhaps. He still had to secure her and when he had it had been a fight. Unlike any human she fought with all she had. The sedative didn't appear to have any affect, at least at first. But his insidious nature allowed him to envelop her and attach to the table at the same time preventing her from getting far.

But she fought and stretched him out like taffy as she tried to brake free. Continuously he snapped back to that table smashing her against it. Disarming her at some point when she searched for a weapon at hand, not that he had to worry about blasters for the most part but it was far more effective than anything else that she had available to her.

She began to fade, either the lack of oxygen or the sedatives kicked in. He remained in place for a few seconds longer not seeking to end her existence but to ensure that all the struggle had left her before he drew away. How long would she be out after what he had heard? He moved quickly securing her wrists with the strongest manacles he had on hand. They were strong enough to detain his insect allies, but she was an unknown factor.

Just in case he fit her with a slave collar of his own make. He had not thought to use one but had one or two on hand in the event that he needed them. It was keyed to a remote that he thrust inside his mass to have easy access too should he need it. From there he used the com to relay some final orders to his minions and left.

While in flight he used his scanner and tried a few sedatives to keep her out every so often. Try as he might he was unable to keep her out for the entire duration of the trip. Had he more time he might have had better luck. When she showed signs of stirring he split into two.

His main body, the one capable of thought, piloted the vessel but he commanded the other piece to take care of her depositing her in a seat, watching her for a bit. Every few minutes the two Ortixes merged into one then split apart again allowing her to note that he had to refresh himself to maintain this advantage.

With her arms between the seat and her back she wasn't too comfortable. Once the autopilot had been engaged for this boring stretch of their journey the two pieces merged together once more and Ortix came forth.

While the piece that had been watching her never spoke Ortix did now. Only one part of him contained any true sentience she deduced. “I'm afraid I don't take no for an answer. You are surprisingly attractive. I rarely get to feel another so fully but from what I felt … anyway that is not my reason for whisking you away.

“Granted I had to take a few precautions not that it would do you much good to fight but it's for the best not to have such distractions at particular points. However, we shouldn't be so troubled for some time now.” Coming closer he lifted her chin and gazed at her in study.

His lower mass oozed out towards the chair working up the legs and even entwining against her own as they went. “Such a shame in not sampling you at least once before we get to our destination, soldier.” A hand cupped a breast pressing against it as he gave a healthy squeeze. He grinned as he leaned down.

“But I doubt you are in much of a mood. Let's see if we can change that.” Pushing a syringe out of his body and into his hand he injected her with an aphrodisiac he had manufactured from the Ashlyn. It had been effective on humans and Aschen but he had no idea as to how effective or ineffective it would be now. Suffice it to say he was about to find out, not that it mattered too much in the long run.

Those slimy tendrils that climbed her legs formed small ridges much like blades scratching and shredding the clothing they moved against, even scratching and cutting her a bit in the process. With what she had been through he doubted that he was doing much damage, that was not the aim after all.

The fingers on his left hand formed claws that began cutting and teasing at the cloth that covered her torso slowly exposing more of her to the air as he observed if that aphrodisiac had any lasting effect.

“Urrgghh...”

She groaned slightly as she stirred. It would appear that she had indeed passed out and now, as she was bound, sat there in her seat, the presence of various drugs and sedatives in her system would be evident as she struggled to remain lucid and aware, eyelids and head drooping. Manacles clanked and creaked with an audible strain as she feebly thrashed once or twice, grunting those few instances she was conscious enough to make any show of resistance. It was remarkable really, even in her weakened, disorientated state, she was displaying feats of strength that would have done away with basic restraints, and her captor may have been glad that he'd had the forethought to put her in his strongest chains.

Eventually, she would appear to settle, no longer struggling in her restraints, rather saving her strength, simply glaring at him whenever she was able to keep her eyes open. Her breathing would be slow but deep, almost growling. She observed how this creature split itself, keeping at least half of itself present in front of her. It didn't seem to be feeling particularly talkative and, even when she tried to catch its attention, the blob would simply sit there.

“Hey.”

Nothing. Time passed, and she would gradually begin to feel some of the effects of her sedatives wearing off. The manacles would groan again as she tried to pull her arms behind her apart, this time having the ability to keep up a long, persistent stretch, not simply jolting and jerking against them like before.

“Urgh.”

A sigh of resignation as she eventually relaxed her arms again. She wasn't there yet, not quite. Then again, she could still feel some of that sedative running through her system, perhaps if she waited a little longer. Of course, there was every risk this thing would simply drug her again. Hmm. It'd be best, in that case, for her to sit still for a while, try to appear weakened.

She had to consider, even if she could break free, how would she contend with the alien? Her immense physical strength wouldn't be of any help, as she'd learned, so what then? Keeping her head bowed, body slumped to continue portraying herself as the drugged, sedated captive, she'd start to glance around the room, looking for something she could use. In the end though, she wouldn't have the time to spot anything of use before her captor returned, merging with the little guard blob that'd been left with her.

She could tell they were on a ship, and one out in space, no less. The engines were burning steady now and they must be set on their course. This would be good news and bad news. On the one hand, the fact that he'd not come to see to her before now suggested he was the only other person on board. On the other hand, now that the course was set, he'd have the time to do... whatever it was he was planning to do to her. She flexed her muscles, her restraints clanking once more. Damn, still no good.

He spoke, and she remained slumped, breathing slowly and carefully. She didn't want to give away how much she'd recovered. Staying awake was no longer a problem. In fact, she could almost feel the drugs clean out of her system all together, but her limbs would still weigh heavy, like lead weights. It wasn't until she felt his hand on her chin, lifting up her gaze, forcing her to look at him that she'd seemingly respond at all. At first was a look of shock, startled slightly. However, she would soon be glaring at him fiercely.

“You think I'm just going to sit back and take it? I don't care how much you tie me up and drug me, I'm not going to make things easy for you.”

Defiance, how delightful. One has to wonder how long that'll last. Teeth clenched, still scowling, her gaze would be cast down as he felt his ooze beginning to engulf her legs.

“Hey - ah!”

She'd begun to squirm, trying to escape the thick sludge that was starting to swallow up her legs, though it'd be the creature suddenly groping her breast that would interrupt her protest. He grinned, likely savouring the brief, sudden and mixed look on her face, disgust, embarrassment, so on, but it'd soon be anger and rebuke once more. She hadn't known exactly what she was facing, until right now.

She spotted the needle and began to struggle again. The manacles held.

“Wait! Don-”

Surely the pain of a needle going in wasn't enough to trouble this warrior women, but there'd once more be an interruption of her protests as the little prick sunk in. She would feel the brief surge of something rushing into her veins. At first, nothing happened, it naturally taking a few seconds for any drug to kick in. However, whilst the designers of Xin's particular genome had wanted super soldiers who were doubtlessly resistant to certain chemicals and drugs, her own genetic code had been tailor made and, for the purpose she was designed, her creators had left in certain... vulnerabilities, suitable for the tasks she'd be performing.

“What was that? What... urgh...”

She'd feel little cuts scratching away at her legs, ever rising upwards as those thick, combat trousers were torn away, shredded. Her hands clenched into fists but, in the end, there'd be something more happening to her body than those tiny blades. Tightly grinding teeth would slowly begin to part, allowing the slightest of gaps. Breathing would start to grow heavier, hotter. Her squirming would soon become renewed, but with a subtle difference this time. She felt cold air beginning to seep in where his finger claw began to slice away at her grubby tank top, and the skin beneath would be hot and flushed. She'd never felt like this before, at least she couldn't remember feeling this way before. The little scratches being made on her legs should have hurt, but for some reason they simply burned and felt...

“What was that drug? Wh-what did you do to me?”

She couldn't help it. Her body was starting react and move by itself. Underneath her clothes, with no bra, one could see her teats beginning to swell and harden. She breathed heavily, but fought to try and bring this back down, as she was tormented now by the sensation of her raw nipples rubbing against the inside of her shirt. The place where he'd groped her breast, was beginning to feel warm and tingly and, despite herself, she would start to grind and rub together her thighs and knees.

“P-please, let me go.”

“I don't expect you to do anything. Resist, submit, it will all be the same in the end. At best you may destroy some of the things on this ship but it will do you no good. I'm sure that the destruction of this ship would kill you but it will never come to that.” He offered up a grin. While he was not sure of that as of yet he had believed that would be the case. He had been in no hurry to find out since he wouldn't survive for long in space himself not that it would ever get that far. Plus he was ready for that after nearly being killed by that knight.

He injected her again refraining from listening to her. These were different drugs then those that he had already infused her with. “It's a little something I worked up. The venom from an Ashlyn. In short an aphrodisiac that I have extracted and refined a bit.” He answered with a grin pleased that it was effective on her. There were few species he had tried it on outside of humans that had been clearly susceptible.

Ortix actually gave thought to her request. Not surprisingly he shook his head slightly in answer. “Not yet. In time, you did manage to resolve a particular problem I was having. Maybe in a few weeks, maybe months. Maybe never. I'll consider it later.”

He gave it little thought now more interested in getting to know her a bit better. His hand that had been tracing the curve of her breast felt her stiffening nipple beneath his thumb. Enveloping her up to her waist that slime moved against her trousers cutting them on occasion with the manipulation of internal slime and tools he had stored in his body. It had felt like there were hands inside him that worked over these tools granting minor nicks to her. He absorbed whatever blood she secreted straight into his being as hands tore away her top revealing those breasts that he brought his slimy hands against a few times.

Then his fingers stretched and reshaped themselves. Two formed suction cups that folded around those nipples sucking against them while his index finger stretched out further forming a thin loop that wrapped around her neck. It squeezed then relaxed only to squeeze again for a few seconds allowing her to breath. Each time he took longer to relax testing out her ability to go without air. Never allowing her to blackout he was taking notes that he might need for the future.

His other hand pointed up to the ceiling firing up and smearing there. His attached arm brought them both up half way to the ceiling, some of the slime that engulfed her lower half dribbled away to the floor only forming up into a masculine appendage. Slime traced down her thighs and worked up to her lower belly while slime on her ass moved away spreading her ass cheeks apart.

While that excess slime that dribbled down onto the floor was still taking shape he began treating the underside of her breast with long licks. Waiting until enough slime dripped away that member rose up from the floor moving in between her buns. There it poised itself just as slime moved away from her nether lips and more slime had been pressed up against her there.

He paused, waiting for her to struggle or fight against that drug. “As I said it would be a shame not to try you out soldier.” With that both members pressed into her at the same time both forces keeping her from falling or rising from her current position. When both had been within her fully they halted waiting for movement once more in much the same fashion that a constrictor snake waited for it's prey to take a breath. Except that it did not loop tendrils around her to suffocate her, rather he pressed in even deeper, waited then repeated the motion each time as he filled her up even further. Once at her limits he retracted himself only to start the procedure over again from the start.

Naturally, he'd ignore her request or, at the very least, he'd not show himself keen to let her go anytime soon. If anything, him making so much as a show of even 'considering' her request was cruelty enough, but she wasn't going to give up any time soon... probably. With a wet and sickly 'slourp', the form of this creature enveloped her further, all the way up to her waist. Her legs felt hot, but there'd also be a kind of tingling rush, causing the heart in her chest to pound. He wouldn't let her go? Fine, she wasn't 'asking' anymore, she'd be 'telling', or so she'd think to herself. It'd been shameful that she'd pleaded anyway. Why had she done so anyway? It wasn't like he'd done anything to her yet... but that poison he'd injected into her system was making her feel so...

Her hands bunch into fists and, despite what she was feeling, she grits her teeth and resolves not to give in, defiance and a fierce scowl returning briefly to her face. This would be the last chance she'd get, though to be honest, it was probably already too late. Afterall, even if she were to snap her chains right here and now, her legs were still bound and this thing could simply slide up over the rest of her body again, suffocate her until she stopped struggling... but what else was she going to do? At the very least, if he forced him to put her under, he wouldn't get the chance to toy with her, at least, not with a conscious version of her.

The manacles creak and strain... but held. Dammit. She could swear she was nearly there, those chains were at the breaking point, they just needed a little more. The drug that'd kept her under and weakened her had seemingly cleared up, but the new chemicals flowing through her system were... In a way she felt even more alert and awake now than ever, but her heart fluttered, and rather than finding herself able to conjure rage and strength, to grunt and growl her way through as she snapped her chains, it seemed instead as if she were melting. Her movements became increasingly feeble. The restraints clinked and clanked, but any signs of stress in the metal was fading. Her body was surrendering.

"Fuck."

An appropriate choice of profanity, given the circumstances. She scowled at him fiercely, but all of her defiance would not help her, nor would it seem all that adamant as the simple act of tearing away her shirt caused her to look down with an expression of shock and, to some extent, wide eyes fear. Her face was red, and not just from arousal. A hot flush of shame coursed through her system and, as her tormentor grasped her breast, she'd find herself shivering all over, closing her eyes and trying to turn her head away from it. She wouldn't feel it. She wouldn't let it feel good. She was aware that she'd probably been forced to feel such things before, but she couldn't remember. How did one fight this? She didn't know, but she couldn't just...

"Ahh!"

A gasp escaped her and her eyes half opened as she lifted her head forward and up slightly, a far less rebellious and more blissful expression betrayed as his appendages began to suckle her teats. The grasp of this thing enveloped her neck and, as she squirmed, she'd feel the thing starting to choke her.

"Noo... noo..."

Her voice was quiet and soft, despite her apparent objections. This thing was strangling her? She couldn't understand. Why would it do such a thing? Was it trying to kill her? Once more her arms would flail feebly, wrists still held fast and the restraints barely rattling. Survival was important, wasn't it? So why could she still not conjure any strength, even now? And, why did the throttling only make things feel all the more... Inside the recesses of her captor's slimy confines, Ortix would likely feel her toes curl. Both at the same time, to begin with, then one at a time, left, right, left and right, gently peddling and kneading inside of him. It seemed an involuntary action. Her legs tensed, trying to lift up, knees towards her chest. He tested her limits again and again, and every time he reached her black out point, her hips would writhe and buck, seemingly on their own.

Rising upwards into the air now, the restraints around Xin's ankles must have been unfastened as the two of them rose upwards. As they moved away from the confines of her chair, Xin would only begin to squirm and writhe all the more, back arching, trying to lean backwards into a laid back position. However, the grip and suction around her breasts (and the hold around her neck) would prevent this, and the extra amount of pull and tension on her hardened teats would only cause her to shudder and shake all the more. Hands clenching and unclenching, a tortured, croaking groan would escape the back of her throat as her eyes briefly closed once more.

The way she reacted, flinching slightly, suggested some extra sensitivity along her thighs, but for now her ass would seemingly be the target, the pale fighter feeling her cheeks gently spread. She gasped again, this time provoked by the long, wet licks slipping along the underside of her bosom, the drug in her system heightening every sensation, a shiver of pleasure reverbing through her body with every stroke of his filthy, sludge like tongue. She couldn't see what was forming beneath her, but in a moment, she'd feel it.

"What!?"

This and the new threat she'd feel pushing against her sex would startle her. Sharply and briefly putting an end to the soft little moans that'd started to escape from her.

"No! Wait! Please!"

There seemed to be an actual sense of real panic and fear in the mix now, a fairly uncharacteristic thing to seemingly see in this warrior women. She'd begin to squirm and struggle feebly in his grasp. At some point, in the last terrible minute or so, as she'd been teased and toyed with, her legs had been spread apart and, only now, when it was too late, would she try, in vain, to close them again. For some reason though, she couldn't conjure any strength. The manacles clanked and rattled once more, but to no effect.

"Nnnnn-AHHHHH!"

A mixed wail of pain and pleasure escaped her now as her tormentor, ignoring her pleas, went ahead and slipped both of his slippery, swollen cocks inside of her. Her ass was tight, and the firm, muscular rim hugged the member beneath her hard as it nonetheless slid on in, more and more of that horrible slimy length sliding on in. Around her front however, there'd be a little surprise and, after the first inch or so had gone in, her tormentor would see himself treated to an unexpected bonus. It wasn't her ass that'd hurt, though forcible entrance there was likely unpleasant (at least at first). If his rod acted the same way as the rest of his ooze had done, absorbing her blood as it'd made little cuts and nicks, then Ortix would likely find himself getting a little 'red' mixed in with the other flavours he'd find in her dripping, and until recently (apparently) virgin pussy.

"Ah. Ah... Noo..."

She panted and muttered weakly under her heavy breath. Whilst her sex would clench tightly, somewhat unyielding at the moment, tensions in her ass would be intermittent and, as her body naturally shifted, trying to adjust, the opening would be given for him to plunge a little deeper.

"Oohhgg..."

Leaning forward, her body would try to curl up as the rod worked its way deeper into her ass, the clenching and unclenching becoming more frequent as more of him drove its way in, his ascent speeding up, growing all the smoother until he hit the place her body considered the limit, where muscles clamp down hard. Of course, by the time things had gotten that far, the tension in her sex would have loosened up a bit.

"Nnnnn..."

Her teeth would clench and her nails dig into her palm, eyes opening and staring ahead of her shocked. He slipped a little further inside her sex, then, as it'd happened in her ass, she'd find herself betrayed by her own body as she allowed more and more of him into her.

"Ahh... Nnngghh..."

Cocks fill her up, as deep as the current limits of her body would apparently allow. Her breathing becomes laboured and sweat starts to drip down her face.

"Fuck... fuck... please. Please stop, it... it feels weird."

She was trying her best to endure, but the sensations were unlike anything she'd felt before. Every little movement inside of her sent shivers running up the length of her spine, and the feeling of being filled up like this was... there would be a pressure, but it felt good and, as they moved deeper, they rubbed against her insides. The entrance to her ass and pussy would quiver, feeling every bump and vein. At the same time, she was having to contend with other sensations that seemed familiar to her, but oddly out of place now, of all times. She needed to pee and, not to be immodest, but this thing shoving its way up her ass made her feel like she needed to... But she could hold it. Yes, she...

"AAAAAHHHHH!!"

It all hit her at once as this thing slipped out, the full, long length of both rods stroking every inch of her insides as the pulled out. Her back arched and her body shook in a terrible spasm. Eyes rolled back in her head and an insane pleasurable rush flooded upwards, seemingly rising from her shins and washing all the way over her crotch, the top of her breast and even face. For a moment, she lost all control. She had no idea what happened down below... well, she had some idea as to what he'd done, but any awareness of her body's own reactions was lost as an intense, exploding burst of sheer bliss and ecstasy. It was like a blast of blinding white light had gone off inside her head, emptying her mind of all thoughts or any other perception other than that of pleasure for... well, for what felt like an eternity.

"Ack... ack... ahh..."

For a moment or two, as she hung limp in the aftermath, nothing but croaks and incoherent guttural stops escaped her wide open hanging mouth, her head drooping on her shoulders. Oddly enough, there wasn't as much resistance now for him to slip on inside, and she'd hardly seem aware of it momentarily. Eventually though, some degree of awareness would seem to return to her panting, heaving, sweating body, and a quiet utterance of profanity would see her apparently back on this plane.

"Fuck... what... what was... Ack-nnnnn..."

She flinched, clenching up as she apparently became aware once more of the movement inside of her. Her eyes had rolled back into position, but they didn't seem to be looking at much as she stared downward, just above her stomach, apparently not at anything in particular, mind instead racing to process.

"Oh no... that was..."

It seemed she was finally becoming aware of her predicament and, as her tormentor continued this pattern of driving in and pulling out, causing her to shudder and shiver all over (though not as intensely as that first time), she'd find herself all the more desperate to escape this, before more orgasms (she assumed that was what that was) drove her completely insane.

"No... no, please."

She was pleading, but what other option did she have? The manacles continued to clank, but they weren't going to break any time soon. She was trapped.

"I-I'll do whatever you want. Just please... th-this is too much. I-I can't take it..."

He heard her testing her restraints only realizing that she had been conserving her strength and may not have been as drugged as he thought despite giving her more drugs then he believed had been necessary. That only told him that he needed a stronger dose or to drug her far more often. He was good at listening and had to make numerous adjustments on the information he gathered since he was essentially blind.

Those restraints gave a little but had not been in any danger of breaking as the aphrodisiac impaired her now. While he could not catch her blush he was aware of it by the feel of the heat of her body. The tendril of slime bound over her neck also helped to prevent her from summoning up the strength to escape forever pushing her to the brink of unconsciousness and relenting before doing so.

Of course he ignored her now as they hung there from the ceiling. One of his hands securely attached to the ceiling as they dangled there. For a moment he had even forgotten that she was a mercenary hearing the fear in her voice, a tone that he was very familiar with in the past. Eager for such a divine treat he pressed into her.

When he pushed in far enough amid those tight folds he had been surprised to taste blood once again as it was absorbed into his form. Granted there was no gushing flow but it had been shocking nonetheless at discovering that the mercenary had been untried.

His free hand swept over her features briefly as he reaffirmed what he had already known. It wasn't as if she were unattractive, everything was symmetrical and there were no scars. Her profession had to keep her distant from most men though he had figured that being on the battlefield often would push her into appreciating every moment of her life opening her up to a bit of fun. Then again as he had learned about her incredible performance earlier she might not have felt so vulnerable and figured that she was never on borrowed time.

“A virgin?” That came as a surprise, then a grin swept over his features. Each thrust had been as difficult as the one before as he worked her up and down between the two members. He slowed his pace a bit to enjoy the moment longer, slime still dripping down to the floor as he pressed into her, collecting there.

She came both soon and hard causing him to halt for a moment. “You'll have to last longer than that soldier.” He began anew after the scant few seconds that he granted to her.

Her comment that this felt weird caused him to pause again. He did pull the cock out of her rear causing it to drop down to the bed of slime below. A moment later two thin arms stretched up to grasp her hips and hold her steady as he began to move once more. Slow but deep thrusts followed until she plead. He contemplated those words while lodged inside her, that slimy member flexing and reshaping itself inside her all the while.

The suckling cups pulled away from her breasts and the tendril and hands moved away from her as well. In the end the only thing holding her up was the cock inside her and his free hand that had replaced one of the smaller ones.

To her surprise he stopped, his cock reeling out of her as it retracted. At the same time he dropped her onto the bed of slime below, slime that rushed about her in an effort to secure her in place as Ortix descended down to the floor like a spider. Once down his arm reeled back into his body until it was the proper size.

“Anything?” He repeated as he slithered near. Slime gripped at her legs drawing them apart as more of the stuff crept over her torso heading to her chest and breasts.

“Somehow I doubt that one of your caliber would be at your limit so soon. You only think you are given your lack of experience. Even so I wish to test your capabilities. Just so we don't have any repeated attempts on braking those restraints.”

He pushed another needle to the surface of his hand. Sure she was still restrained doubly so by that slime but he was being careful as he injected her in the neck with even more of that aphrodisiac. From the slime between her parted legs another member formed rubbing and teasing against her sex but never pressing inside. The slime afforded her with enough movement to impale herself provided that Ortix did not make the slime go inert. Other slime began to manipulate her mounds again.

“Just what shall I make you do? You are quiet dangerous. Oh, not to me but there's much damage that you could do to my things. Still there is a whole battery of tests that I wish to conduct that won't require you being up and about. Or I could have your endurance tested in other, more interesting ways. Decisions, decisions.” He grinned down at her all the while that cock teasing her nether lips.

Desperately gasping for breath, Xin shudders and quivers in the aftermath of her climax. Her mind was hazy, but somehow she managed to comprehend the creature's mockery, flinching and recoiling slightly as hands, like sludge, trailed across her face. As much as she hated it, she had to agree, she needed to last longer. It wasn't just how long it'd taken to make her cum, but also how quickly this thing had broken down her resolve. Something didn't seem right. Was it the drug? Surely it couldn't be that potent. No, it had to be something more than that, but what? Either way, enduring, or even trying to last for any amount of time, it seemed simply impossible. It was as if she had no power to put up any sort of defence, to hold anything back. Why? It didn't seem to make sense. If this were pain, or any other form of simulation, she was sure she'd be able to hold out, but against this, for whatever reason, there seemed to be nothing she could do. Her very ability to buckle down and push through seemed to be blocked. She could struggle physically against her bonds, but inside of her there was this overwhelming sense of helplessness, a sheer, almost absolute inability to resist or endure.

Her teeth clenched and she could not stop herself from shivering all over as that warm, slippery cock slid ever so slowly out of her rear. Despite herself, she found herself thrusting her hips and, as the rod escaped that tight little hole, Xin would feel her back entrance flex and gape, muscles inside of her writhed and contorted and it seemed as if her body was almost mournful, feeling this sudden emptiness. It'd been odd, but not entirely unpleasant. She couldn't remember having had anything like that pushed inside her ass before, but for some reason it'd felt familiar, like she'd done it before. The sense of being so utterly full, both rods grinding away inside of her, it hadn't hurt, if anything it'd been... good. In the end, the only thing that'd seemed strange about it had been that dull sensation at the deepest point, a sort of mild discomfort that'd had her body convinced she had something she needed to push out, but it wasn't anything that she wouldn't have adjusted to in time. Still, her captor seemed more mindful than she'd assumed, and withdraws from her ass. Had he actually listened to her? 'Weird', this one word had been enough to make him pull away, though surely it wasn't anything unusual to hear from a virgin. Was it possible she could talk her way out of this?

Hands grabbed her waist and, before she'd had the chance to give it any thought, he was ready to start up on her again. At the very least, now that he wasn't fucking her in the ass, the next orgasm might not be so intense, but as his attention fell entirely on just her one hole, in more ways than one, she'd find herself almost wishing for that rod back up her rear.

"Huuuaaa..."

A hollow, gasping sound escaped the captivated women as the cock inside her began to writhe and thrust again. She could feel it changing and morphing around inside of her sloppy, wet cunt and, no matter how she tried, she'd be unable to stop herself from giving away all of her weakest, most vulnerable spots as it moved and twisted around. Her body was still sensitive, still buzzing from her last orgasm and no amount of closing her eyes, trying to shut it out, would help her. Everytime he found a weak point, everytime, there'd be an uncontrollable moan, or a pitiful squeak, both so uncharacteristic of Xin's usual warrior composure.

"Mmm... no... please."

She pleaded, despite the fact she was clearly enjoying it. Of course, in the end, there would be a reason why her ability to resist was so poor. It wouldn't be drugs or any other form of stimuli that'd be responsible, though those probably didn't help. Nor would it be, strictly speaking, the fault of either Xin or her captor. Instead, the problem would be something far more insidious, deeply ingrained within. Regenerative abilities preserve certain physical purities, an intact hymen, a certain tightness, but one would be wrong in thinking her body was unaffected by all the times she'd been plowed, screwed and fucked into a senseless, twitching mess. While a peculiar quirk of Xin's biology keeps her mind untouched and untarnished, years on end, in the possession of her first owner, had made her body that of someone more 'broken in'. Subtle augmentation of the brain prevented her from consciously retaining the memory of previous sexual encounters, but physical memory and the subconscious would be another matter.

Perhaps, if her first master had been interested in training himself a slave of skill and caliber, Xin would not be this way. Unfortunately, the man... er... creature was little more than a brute. Being an increasingly deranged exiled warlord, subtlety had not exactly been his forte. Instead Geng-Xin, though she has no memory of this, would find herself used and abused over and over, with no particular consideration, experiencing naught but the most intense and increasingly deprived stimulations. In the end, her body would be less trained for sex and more broken to it, practically ready to cum as soon as she was aroused. It'd be a mess, maybe one that could never be fixed, but there was little Xin could do about, most of the time entirely unaware of her body's... deficiencies.

Once more, she'd start to feel herself breaking, mind going blank, body moving by itself. Her eyes shut tight, she would tremble all over, her head would thrash side to side before turning front and centre, back arching as he tormented her tight, quivering sex. She had no idea what she was saying, or if she'd even gotten words out through all the sounds she'd been making. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and control of her body was seemingly no longer hers. However, she must have said or done something because the next thing she knew, he was slipping his cock out and lowering her back down onto the chair.

The beast seemed to leer at her as it oozed closer to her. 'Anything?' The single word caused her eyes to open and for her expression to turn quite wide eyed and panicked. Oh God, she'd said that, hadn't she? With it called to attention, she'd actually be able remember saying it, that and so many other things; all those sounds she'd been making just now. Well, it wasn't so much the fact that she'd apparently offered to do whatever this creature wished, but the fact that she'd apparently been so overwhelmed that such desperate bargaining had come into play, and she hadn't even been able to stop herself. No, she was convinced, she couldn't take much more of this.

Whilst she'd tried to spread her arms apart as she'd gotten back down to the seat below, hands trying to find a comfortable position, it would have finally, at last, it seemed, have sunken in that she could not break these restraints. What other options did she have left then? Her legs were loose now but, enveloped inside the viscous confines of her captor, there was little she could do with them. She'd try to kick and thrash them about, but there was little she could accomplish and, with aphrodisiac and a certain degree of weakness in the knees, brought about by having cum so very hard just moment ago, it'd be a hopeless endeavour.

"Ahhnn..."

The blush of her cheeks would blaze again, for a moment, as she heard what was meant to be a cry of pain and discomfort come out of her mouth as something altogether more pleasurable and erotic. Her captor had stuck another needle into her, but rather than the sharp pain of this prick it was like a warm tingle that soon rushed to her head, making everything delightful and fuzzy.

"Ooohhh..."

She couldn't help herself from making a delicious moan as the rod of the creature began to slowly caress and tease her sex. Though her movements were limited, she'd find herself shuffling, making herself comfortable and all the more ready to receive him. Despite resistance moments before, her legs seemed to spread by themselves. Yes, she wanted it back inside of her...

"No. No, please... No more tests..."

She squirmed helplessly as he did little more than tease her. Though there was still some conflict, part of her wanting to get away, the latest dose of aphrodisiac was driving her completely over the edge. She wanted to rub herself, to satisfy this aching, but her wrists were bound. Furthermore, he wasn't driving it into her, he was just teasing her, tormenting her. She writhed, grinding against him as much as she could, but it wasn't enough. Harder and harder, she would press against him, desperate to see that thing bring her some relief, until...

"AAHHHH!"

With a sloppy, wet slurping she'd swallow up the first inch or so of his cock, tight, soaking wet lips embracing his rod as she moved him inside of her desperate, blazing hot cunt. Her cry would be a mix of surprise and pleasure, but the suddenness of the penetration, which should have been expected from the way she was moving, wouldn't stop her from plunging it further in... until she stopped herself. Though only a little of the way in, the effect would be instant, and soon Xin would be shuddering all over, breathing deep but shaking. No, what was she doing? Her hips rose and fell, not taking him any further in, but stirring what was already inside up and down slightly. She couldn't... She... Just the tip. It'd be fine if she just took this small bit, just enough so she didn't lose her mind during all this. What was it? Two, three inches? Rising and falling, squirming, wriggling this rod around... but that'd be it, that'd be all... but maybe... maybe just... if she... Her hips would move slightly, back and forth, not putting him any further inside, but definately allowing it to slide in and out a bit... Yes, just a bit more. She'd moan softly as she drove it a little deeper, moved her body a little quicker. Still quite slowly, but getting more vigorous.

"Ohhh... fuck, yes..."

She closed her eyes, leaning her head back, moving, undulating her waist and hips like some sort of exotic dancer. It was fine, as long as he didn't move, she could take this, she could endure it. Her toes curled, her hands bunched into fist. Yes... oh fuck yes...

Experience in other situations told Ortix what she had to be processing at the moment. To make matters worse the drugs pumping through her didn't make matters any easier, an act that he truly intended for her as he teased her sex with those caresses.

He did not take her, rather he teased her as those drugs burned thorough her system. His hands seized her breasts fondling them as he pressed them together. His hands reshaped so that there was a mouth on each palm that got to sucking and licking at her nipples.

They even bit down, the mouths had no teeth, but he gently pulled against those nipples allowing them to snap back into place as he toyed with that untried body. He still thought that it was odd that she had been untried but he did not harp on that thought for long.

“None? But you agreed to anything. Besides, if not tests then what?” He teased her as much as those drugs had. Feeling his teasing getting the better of her as she lifted her hips and welcomed him back in to those tight folds.

Still he did not move as much as he wished to go deeper. Instead he allowed her to dictate the pace and even the depth of what she took. Now he could taste some of her blood again since he had not absorbed it all up.

“I have stopped. It appears that you have other ideas,” he mocked. She felt good beneath him but he let her do all the work knowing that it would do more to her in the long run, that it was her that gave in despite him stopping other then a little action on her breasts to work that drug in a little more.

In the end he let her use him, taking that member inside her. Having worked out already what she liked it was so hard not to just twist inside her again to hit those spots. However, he let her take what she needed.

From the center of his chest a long tendril formed. At the end of it had been another cock that didn't waste any time as it took her mouth sliding down her upper throat. That tendril pumped into her at the same pace as her movements, that slimy member pressing in as her hips fell and retreating as they lifted.

For a bit he treated her, taking notes at how long she lasted this time around. The drug spurned on her body but even it could not last forever. Either that or the drug would be processed by her body. Seeing what she had been through the later was quite possible but he had more of that drug.

At one stage he had to create another arm to use a needle to up her dose, hissing in contentment as she moved. “Nice.” When her body could take no more that cock in her mouth pulled free spewing slime all over her face as the other retracted from her only to shoot a load over her body.

There she was left unconscious in a pool of slime covered by his slimy residue while she remained restrained. Testing those bounds he decided against drugging her again wanting to make sure he did not cause her to overdose though he figured that was not likely.

While she had been out there had been a few arrangements that he had to take care of. First he contacted a few people and plotted in another course. He cleaned up, at least he absorbed the slime that she was covered in.

He had a closer safe house he used in these parts and that had been where he had headed. Given what he had in store for her the place would no longer serve that role since too many people would know about it but that was alright. For the remainder of her trip he kept her unconscious to avoid any hassles.

When they were at the safe house he had her cleaned up for real this time and dressed in tight fitting leather clothes that showed off her legs and brought attention to her breasts. Given her height the skirt barely covered her. It wasn't often that he had organics of her stature here.

Her neck was fitted with a simple black choker that had a few extra perks to it. After the droids had done what he had ordered they brought her to Ortix unless at some point she resisted and fought against them. It did not matter if she tried to fight back, it would only be a matter of time before she would find him since there was only one way off this asteroid and to get to the ship that had brought them here she would need to go through his chamber. How difficult she was to deal with would influence his behavior towards her though he expected little trouble from the soldier.

All his toys here had been expendable after all and now that they were out of the vacuum of space he did not need to worry much about her destroying something vital to the ship. There was no atmosphere outside of this place and no environmental suits so he did not have to worry about her attempting to leave his safe house and trying to get to the shuttle by other means.

If he needed something done on the outside of the safe house he could just send droids to do it for him. From checking out uninvited guests to making repairs he had numerous droids that performed a variety of functions. So he simply waited upon her arrival and the arrival of the guests that he had invited here.