He grinned, dipping his head enough so that his tongue caressed her nipple as she could feel his tail sliding up her leg. Certainly he was enjoying himself.

"That'sss becaussse you are."

It was in the midst of a grin that she struck at him. At close range she was unable to get her full leverage behind the blow but caught Stirge on the jaw causing him to stagger back. She could hear the discharge of his gun too, though fortunately his arm staggered back from her body and thus the round discharged into the floor.

She followed though before he could aim the weapon true or even rechamber a round, a trickle of blood rolling down the corner of his mouth. His hand came at her abdomen in a quick jab as she closed while his tail whipped at her legs a split second later in an effort to trip her up.

Useless in such close quarters he dropped the rifle freeing up that hand to better defend himself with rather than attempting to use the weapon as a weapon more than as a firearm since if he was trained in melee he still could have used it as a spear of sorts, jabbing with it and while it wasn't a piercing weapon it was still likely to be effective so he was either not trained, panicked or felt more at ease using his claws. It was often said that a brawler that learned fancy fighting techniques too reverted back to being a brawler once hurt so that could have been the case too. He was probably more comfortable with them then he was with the rifle.

Sinead inhaled quickly as she felt as much as heard the gun's loud cry, echoing down the hallways and probably alerting everyone in the facility. They would be here in moments, she had to assume. The agent almost doubled over as he walloped her exposed belly, his fist driving hard against her toned abs.

Despite the brutal blow, she managed to recover well enough, stepping into his own stance to prevent her legs from being totally entangled. She ended up close enough that their bodies were pressed together, which she played on a little more, moaning loudly as if in ecstasy to see if it would throw him off for the moment longer that she needed. At the same time, she raised one hand up his side as if caressing the reptillian alien's body...

... managing to position her gauntlet's taser just below his armpit... hoping to hit him in the side where his scales weren't quite so thick. The agent flicked the trigger on the concealed weapon...

He again grinned as she stepped into his body, the feel of her smooth warmness riding over him as she let out a moan, though he was not deceived by her plough being in defensive mode now. However, he did hesitate for a moment, perhaps looking for an opening when she struck with the taser.

He howled out in pain as a jolt of electricity coursed through him, momentarily paralyzing his muscles. He dropped, though only to one knee, then surprised her with a sudden recovery. Some humans, through sheer will power alone it seemed, could stand up against a taser, most however went down hard and fast and remained under the users control for as long as the taser was applied.

But Stirge wasn't exactlly human either so perhaps it was a mixture of both that had his head ramming at her abdomen in a head butt as the rifle clattered to the floor, his muscles unable to hold onto it in the initial impact of the taser against him.

Surprisingly he was still fighting with his all, of course at diminished capability rather than fighting to delay her which was probably for the best seeing that if he were doing the later there would be less openings as he became more defensive in nature.

I should have seen that coming, the young redhead thought to herself. She felt her opponent’s thick skull bash into her abs in about the same spot as his previous blow. It took everything she had just to stay on her feet, and she could feel her lungs burning as he tried to drive the air from them. It seemed they had both gotten better since their last meeting. That, or she hadn’t improved as much as she hoped.

Just go down, she wanted to scream, but knew better than to waste the small amount of air in her lungs on such a thing. The girl felt herself falling and, rather than go alone, tried to grab Stirge’s head… kicking her legs out and letting herself fall with the intent of driving his head into the floor with all her weight. If she could just stun him… she could at least get to her revolver, if not get away.

The thought came to her that her mission was to kill the slaver and his guards… including Stirge. She still wasn’t sure how she felt about that edict, but she figured she could worry about it if… when she won.

As she fell backwards locking a hold on his head was easy for her to do since he was in close proximity of her though as he fell he threw a fist at her exposed ribcage seeing that it was useless to fight against his inevitable descent against the flow of gravity.

His head made impact against the floor with a sickening thwack, split the scales on his forehead as more blood trickled out of the wound. He was not out though, still conscious but slow to react now as everything came at him with a blur.

His eyes were atuned to seeing in the darkness and e=hence his lack of a need for lights but his vision now swam with this double vision effect as he groaned against the pain as he rolled onto his back, one scaly hand gripping his wounded forehead and while he would have delighted in laying her to catch his breath he knew that he had no such luxuary in time and thus attempted to get back up.

Sinead let out a feminine grunt as the fist impacted into her exposed ribs. It had hit her hard... definitely bruising a rib and making it even harder for her to breath. She felt as well as heard his head impact, and saw the creature dazed on the floor next to her. Unfortunately, it was about this time that she realized her body was refusing to move until it got more oxygen.

She screamed at herself, knowing that her life could hang in the balance. Finally she got a few gulps of air in her lungs and began crawling towards Stirge's discarded rifle... her own firearm kicked down the hall and well out of reach by now.

She was nearly at the rifle, her fingers nearly on it when Stirge's daze had cleared somewhat. Instinctively he had crawled after her, one hand pressed to his wounded forehead those occasionally he had to use that hand to crawl. He wasn't particularly quick either though he was tall and was afforded a good reach as she found out as one of his hands gripped her ankle pulling her back across the floor towards him but more importantly away from the discarded rifle.

He rolled her over onto her back, grinning down at her as a bead of blood oozed down from his wounded forhead. At once his hands swept down, falling upon her exposed breasts, his thumbs tracing against her nipples in small circles as his fingers pressed into her flesh.

"Let'sss sssee how much I can fetch for you." He let out a low his as his hands began crawling down her ribcage.

The girl gasped suddenly as she felt a hand on her ankle... the alien's superior strength easily dragging her away from the weapon and getting a squeal of pain from her as her bare chest and belly were drug across the floor. She twisted in horror as she felt him flip her onto her back, exposing her chest to him again.

"Damnit... just... take a hint and stay down!" She growls, squirming as his hands fell upon her breasts and began to sample them. Just like before... when she was helpless... he seemed to love her chest. It would have been a weakness had he not been so damn strong that he could just overpower her and take what he wanted. Even now... things weren't looking good.

Still, she's not out yet, and she balls her fist, throwing a punch with her weighted knuckles at his face...

Reflexively he drew his head back since trying to block the blow with his arm would have taken too long. As a result the blow did not land flush and came across as more of a graze causing him to hiss out as it moved along his cheek.

It moved his hands off of her chest, seizing a hold of her forearms and slamming them down onto the floor. He rumbled out a chuckling hiss then showing her how futile this all was as he leaned down allowing his tongue to licking a breast as he did so.

His grip was strong though it weakened a little as he brought her arm's above her head, holding them down with a single hand so that the other was free to cup and fondle a breast while her tail slipped against the inside of her thigh as he attempted to press her legs apart with the weight of his lower body after jamming a knee inbetween her legs to press them apart before using the weight of his body to force them apart.

Sinead felt her heart sink in her chest as her attack only grazed him, leaving a little slash mark on his face but not jarring him like she had hoped. And then he was upon her again... she had forgotten how tenacious and strong he was. His greed and lust were backed up by a power one might not expect. The girl struggled as she felt her arms pinned above her, exposing her upper body quite completely to him.

The redheaded agent whined in protest as she felt his reptillian tongue draw slowly up one of her sizable globes, the flesh jiggling softly as he sampled her. "Damnit... no! NO!" She screamed, thrashing... unable to believe that this was happening. After all this... being rescued... training herself... she was really going to end up a slave to the same being that had put her here to begin with. A tear of frustration reached her eyes as she felt his hand take hold of one of her pronounced breasts, kneading the flesh like he was sampling a fruit. She clenched her eyes shut and set her jaw as she felt her legs thrown apart and that familiar tail climbing her latex clad thigh... the tight, slick material not doing much to hide her toned legs from him.

He grinned, taking a sadist's delight in her pleas as he gazed down into the features of her face for a moment before returning his attention to a breast. Small licks with his tongue as his hand ran down the length of her side accompanied by the sensation of his tail climbing over her leg.

She could feel the bulge of his body pressing against her, his body squirming a little over her so that she was quiet aware of what it was pressed against her.

Little claws extracted from his hand assisting him with shredding some of the latex at her ribcage, allowing him to grab a fistful of it and taring.

"The one that got away ... thissss will be fun. How many yearsss have gone by? I sssuppose it doesss not matter."

Slowly, methodically, he was going to work on her body, his hand continuing to tranverse down her body while the other still gripped her wrists above her head to the floor. Drawing out the inevitable since he had to wait so long he intended on enjoying this.

Sinead bucked beneath him... unable to hide her fear of him... of returning to that life that almost was... his slave. "No... no no no no..." She chanted over and over as if her mantra might somehow save her. The girl quieted for a moment as he returned to her breast with his tongue, feeling it traverse the whole of her large mound. The agent blushed as she felt her nipples growing stiff for him... unable to help herself.

Her skin tingled as his hand began to run down her flank, before ripping her jacket from her in pieces. She couldn't even reach her communicator to call for help... not that anyone would have gotten here in time to save her anyhow. Even if she called right now, the slavers would have plenty of time to pack up and escape the world before more agents ever arrived.

Another shiver ran the length of her spine as she felt a bulge against her body. He didn't intend on waiting...

Flesh on flesh, it felt so delicious to him as his fingers peeled down her body, tiny claws scratching against her skin. Her pleas made no difference as his hand tightened against her wrist in the anticipation of resistance.

Of course his other traveled down her side, his destination a simple one as he had to remove the barriers of clothing between them though his mouth worked small circles against the nipple that was coming to life in his mouth. He purred against her skin, delighting in her bodies reactions.

And then she thought of the communicator and that this whole mission was now fubar. Even if she could activate it the communicator wouldn't do her any good in the short term other than perhaps broadcast her shame to other members of the ADD.

It was then that thoughts pressed into her mind, thoughts that surprised her as they were not her own.

It seems as if the fun already has begun ... while I do not care much for this reunion, I may be persuaded to help you out, with the proper payment of course. Now, you don't have much time to decide ... I really do think that you'd prefer not to be touched there.

Sinead whimpered as she felt his hand trail down her body... over her fluttering belly and to the hem of her pants. Words failed her as she grew more and more hopeless. There was nothing she could say to him... nothing that would dissuade him. He had always wanted her, and now she was at his mercy again, only this time, there would be nobody to rescue her.

And then, someone offered to rescue her.

What? How... Yes! Please, I don't know if I'm going insane but if I'm not, then please help me! I'll pay you whatever you ask...

There was a long pause, long enough for her to think she was going crazy, long enough for Stirge's tongue to lick around her hardened nipple, long enough for his hand to reach down between their bodies and begin to undo her pants.

Then we are in agreement ... this will take but a moment ...

A moment? Did she have that long as Stirge began to draw down her pants as best as he could when down the darkened hall she could hear something slam against one of the doors and it flying opened. This distracted Stirge enough for him to pause atop her, his head wiping in the direction of the dark corridor though even his eyes could see nothing but an opened door.

Then before he could act his body froze there like a statue. Seconds ticked by with him making that same posse and Sinead could make out a humanoid shape in the shadows as it approached.

It was large, at least 7 feet and the shadows around it danced. It took a moment before she realized that this was because of it's legs or rather lack thereof as they consisted of a sea of tentacles that slowly pulled it along.

The creature she had seen earlier that day soon took shape though Stirge remained motionless as it looked past him at her, eyeing her with care.

I had yet to tape into his senses and thus only had your own memories of self perception to work with, until a mere moment ago. Let's see ... why are you here ...

It dug into her memories to find that answer, though she would notice no such tampering on his part, though a moment later he chuckled.

ADD ... interesting ... and you feel your target is here ... but now then, what to claim, what to claim ...