A dark chuckle considering how her body had been responding. The only saving grace had been the fact that he was focused solely on her as he threaded her close and egged on the arousal of her body.

Her helmet disregarded with the rest of those torn garments allowing pleased eyes to look her over briefly before pressing her down on that wrack. Rubbing the warm flesh that he had been eager to play with now that those pesky clothes had been out of the way.

It has been quite some time since the last human ... He seemed to be “talking” to himself as those tentacles teased her.

Going to what? He goaded given her situation. Clearly he was not going to stop, especially now. As she spoke again though he stiffened visibly. Pausing as he narrowed his gaze upon her and what happened next made her feel light headed.

It was a race as far as who acted first, the telepath or Aegir Through the node he tampered with her brain and had to work quickly, thus he dealt with erasing all mention or hint to the presence of a node or keeping tabs on her. Then he waited.

At the same time the telepath probed. She felt dizzy with both acting at the same time and when it became just the telepath it was still a few minutes before he acted.

A whore should only open hr mouth when she's giving head! There was an anger in him, almost as if his fun had been ruined but not quite as a tentacle forced it's way past her lips as he bean to fuck her mouth with it.

Quick thrusts as others coiled about her tits and squeezed. So this is Aegir's stone? Yet he has not come for it himself. I doubt that he will arrive within your lifetime. Still ...

A tentacle whipped her ass hard enough to redden it. While the tentacle went to work his hands began to spread those ass cheeks and she would soon feel the rubbery tip of his cock press against her back door. His mind holding her in position more or less now.

I might have to keep you alive, just for insurance. But I doubt he will make a fuss over me indulging.

His scepter drove into her giving it to her at both ends. Yet, he had not been finished there as one tentacle roughly played with her clit and another the slit of her sex before it to began to press inside her.

I have two more tentacles I'm not using, I wonder if they will fit as well ...

A second tentacle moved toward her sex wiggling against it as the other one pumped in and out of her as it too worked to fit inside. Due to his boneless nature and ability to compress himself he was able to do so before each tentacle took on the girth that they once had. Once this was done the third was creeping toward her ...

Surely that notion was bound to make him perk up. In fact, she fully meant for it to happen although the outcome should've been different. Soon after letting her probed mind rest once again, he became enraged at one particular discovery in her mind.

In the beginning Phoebe meant to trick him with more prominent thoughts on Fafner as to keep Aegir concealed from his looks, but she was only human. She doubted he'd ever come for the stone personally. She'd remain here forever, an eternal plaything for the telepath whose psychic powers bound her with such overwhelming ease despite being weaker than the others Phoebe encountered in the past.

At least the scaled reptile woman remained hidden and had a moment of reprieve. One blessing in anticipation of things to come made her feel better, but not for long when he lashed out at her. Small perky breasts were manhandled within his iron grip, the excess spilling out between his tentacles whereas the girl's deliciously hardened peaks throbbed intensely.

Inserting a tentacle into her mouth had been nothing but pure heaven to her lust imbued senses. Sucking feverishly on the smooth pole came naturally to her. Sumptuous lips folded about him. Phoebe swallowed whatever air was left in her mouth, causing her cheeks to curve inward with the intense suction she'd created. She couldn't keep her tongue from jolting in ecstasy whenever it touched upon the marvelous appendage, eagerly licking the surface and hopelessly coiling about the telepath's tendril in an attempt to cover every inch of it in warm saliva. She moaned around the meaty invader, sending pleasant vibrations of her bedroom voice through the alien girth.

But, nothing about the environment they were currently in hinted at a happy ending. “Mmnnhh!” Soon, Phoebe cried out in pain and pleasure alike although the former sensation had been far more intense than the latter. She was no overly eager masochist, not even after months of work in Vespira's brothels, and that lone blow to her now stinging ass cheeks was enough to ruin the mood for her.

Yet there was no mistake as to how delightfully that supple ass jiggled in response to his tentacle whip. “Mmmf!” She was filled then and forced to stretch wide around his molten spire. Phoebe felt full straight away. There was so much of him. Her eyelids fluttered shut when he first entered her rear with that immense girth, only to shoot wide open when he proceeded to fuck her without mercy.

“Argh! Ooohh God! Please!” She could hardly focus anymore. “It's too much!” More tentacles assailed her swollen clit and sex. The young pilot burned with desire regardless of whether her mind wanted the same or not. Smooth flesh eased into her dripping depths and met the feel of chaotically convulsing folds, how they collapsed and dragged across the surface of his appendages with an intense desire to be filled.

Sensuous slutty moans oozed from stuffed lips before the second tentacle sliding into her chalice twisted them into conflicted groans and gasps. Her focus swapped between the pleasure and how much more she could actually take. “T-Too much!” Phoebe felt full before and how both tendrils dragged against the monstrous length abusing her heavenly tight ass, but he kept adding more writhing and thrusting tentacles to drive her to the limit.

Her pleasure drunken mind dimly recalled the notion of two tentacles. Since then one invaded her depths. “P-Please, no more!” She shuddered in equal measures of delight and fear while pleading for mercy internally. “I beg you. I .. I'll break!” At this rate Phoebe had been concerned about breaking for the first time in her life. She didn't want it anymore, but realized her dramatic pleas were likely being ignored given the sadistic pleasures he took away from the experience.

Indeed he delighted in her cries and pleas. That third tentacle playing with her sex unable to enter without compressing the other two yet trying at the same time. Another chuckle into her mind, fingers skimming along that jingling rear as her mouth was filled with that tentacle.

Fortunately he was a telepath and could “hear” her. He had stopped, lodged inside her. I mustn't do that.

Another dark chuckle though the twin tentacles inside her began moving again, slowed, the third moved away sliding over her rump. He had to ensure that she was still alive, at least for a few decades which really was nothing.

Now he was digging into her head, searching for information. Not at skilled with telepath he had less control at what he found. He had to know what he was searching for otherwise he would get random snippets.

He focused on her encounters with Aegir. He now pressing into her he had to back track. Discovering how she was selected for this task lead him back to where he found her, thus Fafner then back further. He was forced to go back time and time again. There was no need for him to go too far back as his interests remained with Aegir. He then went back over what he uncovered and searched again for anything he may have missed.

Then he drew cock and tentacles out of her. While she could grab a breath of air he flipped her over far from finished with the pilot. Hands settled upon her breasts with his thumbs dancing over her nipples. Two smaller cocks moved between her thighs as her arms were drawn telekinetically above her head where she was strapped in to the wrack. Yet no straps slipped about her ankles at least for now.

A skilled pilot … He seemed to consider this. The duo cocks pressing inside her in slower thrusts. A tentacle moving again to her lips before finding it's way inside. That can be of some use. I thought that you may have gotten lucky to get here just once. It has been far too long since a human was lat here. I can use this. What good is it if Aegir comes to discover that no one is here? How much can your vessel carry?

At first he had seemed to be under the belief that she had discovered the place by accident or had been a treasure hunter seeking the place rather than someone who was sent here that had reasonable skills but her mention of Aegir had concerned him a bit and got him thinking. More to himself as if he was actually considering getting off this asteroid.

He had eased up on her, at least for now, concerned either in braking her and still being stuck here or concerned that Aegir would show up and whatever insurance policy he was concocting would have been ruined, that was unclear, though she had not known Aegir long it was possible she had some worth sine she was sent to retrieve that stone and he was interfering with that task. It was hard to say which concerned him more as he played with those soft breasts at the same time he filled her body with himself.

Sadistic tendencies were one of the few things which made a lifetime with him the most depressing fate imaginable, but the cards were dealt and Phoebe lost. “Unngh ..” Relief washed over her when he eased up, albeit temporarily in her mind, and she took a lungful of air with relish, hoping it wouldn't be one of her last.

Yet Phoebe was strapped into the torture rack all the same. His renewed attention hadn't helped any in the matter. Though these soft and supple thighs were free and subconsciously tried to settle upon either side of his body to embrace the comfort of his twin shafts, her mind wanted nothing more than to break free. She knew worse treatment waited further down the line. Why else would he restrain her? If nothing else, she indulged in the pleasures of the flesh now since everything else would be hell in comparison.

“Ahhnn!” She moaned out with profoundly flushed cheeks and welcomed the tentacle set against her lips a wet, pleasure infused slurp. Shimmering yellow green eyes squeezed shut as wave upon wave of delight lapped up against her core. Her whole mouth burned with need. Saliva oozed onto the invading appendage with a thirst beyond comprehension when her altered mouth did its best to relay how well it performed.

Phoebe may be a skilled pilot though it never hurt to exhibit other uses. Snug inner walls squeezed the entire length of his shafts, the woman's nectar caressing the very texture of their girth along with the very silken walls that rubbed against them. She convulsed with desire and ever building lust, her every moan fueling these sensations as her body was drawn closer to the edge.

“I have a freighter.” She mustered the thought between the slower, more fulfilling thrusts which forced her inner thighs to tremble in the most delicious ways. “I doubt it'll be enough for all your possessions.” A freighter of adequate size by anyone's standards though the equipment had been more valuable for her current objective than storage space. Not everything Phoebe observed on the way in was bound to fit in one tour. Then again, Aegir himself stated he'd never pilot a ship of his own, let alone get on one. She was trying to stall for time, but that clearly wouldn't do her much good.

At least the young blonde got to experience a faint glimmer of hope before he tortured her. It was simply a matter of when, not whether he'd actually reach for the various instruments scattered around the chamber. But, he would not take her life. She had value, for now. It'd remain to be seen how far that'd get her though once this was over she'd do whatever it took to get away. If she could save the scaled woman, then all the better.

Value was a good thing for her. He did not respond straight away at least not in words as he collected the information he needed about ship sizes, matters that would have been standard to her but had been all but alien to him. He was familiar with them but not by much.

His thrusts continued as did that invading tentacle in her mouth. Feeling her respond he had been alarmed at feeling that hit him about the same time she was squeezing him. She had been altered. By Aegir? Fafner? Earlier? He had not been searching for that information earlier though he ruled out Aegir due to the brief contact she had with him.

Something about her mouth … while he did not dig too deeply into that matter he did alter the pace of that tentacle to discover any changes.

Multiple trips will be unnecessary. Little of this is mine nor do I actually need most of it. This site wasn't his. Though how he got here, the guardian and so many matters had been lift unclear. It seemed as if he had been stranded here.

Aegir used those standing stones as a focus earlier to move between places she imagined being unconscious at the time. Either this one could not manage it or couldn't leave the tomb which had not been a surprise if there was no atmosphere out there.

And that left another problem, one that meant buying more time. If that was the case he would have to repair or replace her suit and design his own method in getting to the ship.

Her wrists were pulled as mentally the wheel of the wrack rotated just enough to tense the ropes. I bet you always wished to be taller. A bit more tension on those ropes, at least her ankles were still free though she had this thing leaning down over her at the same time mouth tendrils squirmed along her neck as a tentacle began messaging that clit.

Hands pressed against those meager tits pressing the two mounds together as he played with them. One of the tables slid closer as if on it's own accord, objects lifting off of the table hovering even closer. Several were seized by various tentacles syringes, scalpels ad other devices that he had yet to use.

When those twin cocks began to pulsate he drew them out of her replacing them with the larger one that pressed into her a bit quicker, each thrust faster then the last as that scalpel drifted closer the flat of it pressing against her chest flowing down it, detouring at a breast and tracing over a nipple as his hand retracted.

Taking up the tool the ropes grew tighter still as he drew back enough to watch her face as he gave the underside of her breast the first tiny cut.

Just one trip then. Many questions were left unanswered though he clearly desired leaving everything behind if it meant eluding Aegir's grasp. Perhaps he feared the superior telepath which offered a slight measure of amusement in the hell she was trapped in. Sadly his every action supported further delays.

She had no suit to step outside again. That was his doing. However he intended to get them on their way had been unknown though for the moment Phoebe had no choice in anything. These matters bought time yet escape without a suit had been impossible and that oral invasion drowned out her worries in more ways than one. Phoebe lacked the capacity to think clearly and the altered pace threw the petite blonde off even more.

Slower thrusts yielded passion infused elongated moans whereas quicker plunging attacks had rapid ecstatic groans reverberate off his tentacle. High pitched whimpers soon replaced them when her eyes fluttered shut and rolled back with rapture in their midst. It felt so good to have her altered mouth molested. As revolting as it was to become his plaything, her deliciously tingling mouth objected to such distate for his actions, and actually wanted him to go deeper, to fuck her throat in order to tease every cell of altered flesh within her.

Salivating greedily around that girth, Phoebe couldn't help but moan out her pleasure in erotic glee as she indulged in the fleshy purple treat. She swallowed to feel the fluid wash down her throat, to let it tease her on the way down while her mouth had such a wondrous treat to suckle on.

Lips pressed firmly about his tendril and rubbed against the surface with every ounce of passion she could muster. Her tongue indulged, as did the rest of her, and before long she was amassing sensations that were thrashing at her core, that familiar blistering heat of a building orgasm.

Muscles tensed and relaxed when she tried to squirm but found out she could not. His psychic hold secured Phoebe in place. With her hands bound his words struck her psyche quite intensely when the torture rack stretched her arms to the limit.

“N-No! Please! D-Dont- Nngh!” She groaned, the fear flared up within her at the sensation of tension. "S-So tight!" The shapely blonde woman shuddered in disgust and pleasure alike when these mouth tendrils washed along the vein of her neck. Phoebe would've bared her teeth if not for the tentacle abusing her mouth's true purpose, but this was such a twisted realm where her body threatened to win against the mind. Firm nipples traced his hands as they fell down on both perky mounds. She squeezed down on the thicker girth spearing into her, loving every moment of being spread wide open and teased with every inch he'd been gracious enough to insert.

Pure shock and terror forced her eyes wide open at the first hint of metal against her, lovely blonde bangs blocking one from view though he could freely indulge in the other's rising anxiety. She was far too out of it to notice the assortment of tools nearby until then. The ropes grew even tighter and made her feel stretched beyond comfortable levels. Panicked eyes flickered back and forth between his and the scalpel trailing over her body with silent pleas of mercy. They were left unanswered when he delivered the first cut, causing the bound girl to wince in pain and these wide eyes to widen further, filled with nothing but awe and an ever growing measure of pure fear. Her toes curled up in pain, searching for any way to escape far greater torment.

It was a small cut, barely enough to cut the skin fully though he did draw a slight trickle of blood. A lone bead of crimson essence emerged from the wound, then traced a line along the underside of a breast which heaved with ever escalating breaths. She panicked now, the emotions creating an immense turbulence within her yet worst of all, he could feel her body on the verge of release despite being placed under great duress.

“Mmmnnhh ..” Warm juices spilled out around that cock if he hadn't chosen to neglect his latest catch. She could no longer hold back and came hard, offering the feel of violently convulsing muscles which worshipped the ample girth embedded snugly within her folds. Shudders engulfed her very being, the pleasure alone forcing her hips to jolt and accept the molten spire with undying enthusiasm. And, their session appeared to have only just begun.

Yes, so tight, ignoring her reference to the wrack by addressing her pussy he ignored her pleas as he assailed her frame. His pleasure growing as her fear grew. That pain a flavoring that he added to the ordeal.

His finger traced over the bead of blood then suckled on that digit. He had been thinking as he pressed into her, evidentally reasoning what he could get away with while keeping her alive at the same time. He chuckled as he reached for one of the tools that hovered nearby.

But he had not stopped pressing hr to orgasm as she clenched against him. Still he dd not stop and may have gone on for a time longer when there was a distant crash. He looked back over his shoulder at the door reminded about the prisoner.

Halting for a few seconds he then sped up, that tentacle in her mouth filling her throat as he eagerly began thrusting away speeding on his own orgasm as she felt him throb. While he did so he cut hr other breast in similar fashion before groaning as he infused her with his essence.

The tools returned to the table then he extracted himself from her a tentacle sweeping over her body. Regretfully we will have to get back to this in a bit.

Calling the stone scepter to him it flew threw the air toward him. Mouth tendrils quivered as he left her there. Gone less ten a minute the wrack let off much of it's tension as the wheel that tightened them reverse.

It seems that you are in a pickle, a familiar voice pressed into her mind. Company was rather unexpected. From what I observed his telekinetic abilities are enhanced by the stone but his telepathic ones are barely able to retrieve information. You have a chance, granted the odds are still against you. Naturally, you can attempt to wait him out but there is no telling what he will do.

The straps removed themselves from her wrists. Unfortunately I cannot sense him, nor use my own telepathic abilities against him outside of communication. I also gt the feeling he will not willingly part with that stone.

Phoebe was left there on that wrack. She tightened and relax, shuddered and gasped with the molten spray of his essence filling her whole. Slivers of disgust and crushing fear amalgamated at her core yet there was nothing that could hope to wash away the fact she'd gotten off on that thick throbbing dick. Perky breasts heaved with excitement all the while. She was cut again, but it barely stung compared to his savage blows to her recently gained freedom.

Semen erupted amongst deliciously convulsing muscles, her inner thighs a pleasure to behold as they twitched and trembled despite her captor having drawn out long ago. Her tongue spasmed with relish after receiving the attention it craved beyond belief, rubbing against the insides of her mouth without as much as a second thought. Not even considerable amounts of will power would've gotten her through the ordeal without having her own body betray the mind.

Aegir's voice pressed back into her mind while Phoebe forced her quaking self up and beyond undone straps to get off that hellish device. She felt unsteady on weary feet, but managed to stand as her eyes flickered to the blaster he'd deposited on the ground rather than store the weapon someplace else.

She retrieved it, but considered options as her mind wandered to the chamber with alien weaponry, what choices she really had and how to carry them out. Luckily, there was at least a one way connection he didn't know about. She wondered whether Aegir could listen to her thoughts all the way out here though it didn't hurt to try since he seemed to realize what was going on. Part of her had to thank him for not speaking up as that bastard raped her, but for once Phoebe didn't have the luxury to be rash.

“Any suggestions?” How does one defeat a telepath like him? His telepathic abilities proved rather lackluster, but if another stealthy approach failed these damned telekinetic powers subdued her in no time. All there really was amounted to hitting him hard before he had any chance to retaliate. She hated this. Usually, she'd be the first to fire and run off. There were others far more capable in combat and tactics revolving around neutralizing such threats. But, Phoebe was on her own.

However, she had one key advantage this time around. Phoebe was strapped to the wrack when he last saw her and while the woman's legs weren't bound, there was nothing she could do to get out of the restraints confining her wrists. In all likelihood he believed her to remain in place until his promised return. She doubted he'd take long to take care of the matter, especially since neither woman could flee without another suit. Phoebe had to hurry and felt her heart race as a result.

In contrast, Aegir couldn't sense him. She'd have to obtain a visual and strike before he picked up on her presence which, admittedly, was easier said than done. Eyes scanned the room for a hint of her fellow prisoner. If she caused the noise distracting him before, then time was of the essence though it would've been easier to trap him when he had the scaled one to keep him busy while Phoebe lined up another shot.

With any luck that might still work. She gathered the blaster and made her way over to his general direction. If he truly heard the scaled one, he was bound to want to make her suffer for trying to run away.

She didn't mind the fact he wouldn't willingly part with the stone. After envisioning what happened to previous captives and what he threatened to do to her and did, Phoebe had no desire to conclude matters peacefully. She'd do the world a favor by getting rid of one more cruel, sadistic prick than allow him to continue his vile existence.

As she retrieved the blaster things wouldn't make much sense. How did the other women get out of the room when the ceiling had -

It had not collapsed, the path was clear. Had it been an illusion all along? The creature was a telepath and had left the same way he had came. The deception, just like the one of his own image only had to be effective for a short while to deceive her but it was enough for her to proceed with caution.

She could not trust her senses, making the task difficult perhaps impossible. No, not quite impossible as he wasn't a great telepath. Hopefully he would remain unaware of him until she struck, it was perhaps her only hope as she made her way along.

Without the suit she felt the damp air against her body. That left her with another problem, replacing the suit least she find herself stuck here. As she crept along she was not alone, not really.

Only Fafner and I are on this dimension. From time to time someone may come here but one so young could not travel the void between. Either he is one of Fafner's nodes, which I doubt as he has never used them before or ...

That voice in her head silenced itself as if it could have been heard as she saw the glow of green light up ahead. He was near. As far as he knew she was still strapped down so this time it would be the real deal that she targeted if she was careful. He may be unaware of her presence.

Whatever he was doing it he sounded occupied as she heard something, someone being slammed into one wall then another. At least that was what it sounded like among the cries of that reptile women, more bestial hisses then anything human but she was not human after all.

Getting a little closer she could see her target in the glow of that light. His back had been turned to her as he pointed that stone scepter at the woman gesturing it to a wall or ceiling causing her to smack against it.

So useless. How regrettable for you that I have the real thing now ...

She couldn't believe such an illusion could be as real as it was. Phoebe's mind suffered from psychic inferiority and fell for the collapsed ceiling as easily as she had been restrained. Thankfully her captor hardly surpassed the others she encountered in the past. Aegir chimed in as she headed for the telepath, not that his comments helped any or the fact he cut himself off.

Yeah, traversing the void between, she caught that much and didn't bother wasting any thought on the matter as even the slightest notion of it had her realize how far beyond her human senses the entire thing truly was. Speaking of nodes merely added to her confusion though any relationship between this entity and Fafner would've been greatly discomforting. If her actions here aroused any attention of his, she'd rather get out of here as quickly as humanly possible.

Any thought of escape had to be cast aside until the telepath had been taken care of. She could worry about lacking a suit later on as there were more pressing matters to attend. That subtle green glow spurred her on every waking moment. Her heart raced as she clutched the blaster in her grasp. Hopefully she wouldn't fail again.

Admittedly Phoebe wished to rush matters at the scene unfolding up ahead, but she knew the risks and feared consequences. She grit her teeth and approached, slithering along the wall with cautious steps as to prevent whatever sound may echo off the walls.

Seeing him torment the scaled woman had Phoebe grit her teeth in rage. She lived up until now, but each resounding impact made her fear that she may be too late. Needless to say, one of his comments caught her off guard. “The real thing ..?”

There could be many reasons for it though she doubted any of it made sense in the end. Her fellow captive could be a creation herself, or an illusion despite the fact how little sense it actually made to believe the latter. She may serve as a substitute for a real human or whatever else he had in mind. Sucking him dry with her clenching folds beforehand filled her mind with countless other thoughts to truly fixate on what the truth happened to be.

“Whatever. I've waited enough.” She wasted no more time. Starla taught her how to fire more accurately back on base, but that was quite some time ago. Still, Phoebe realized the odds of getting caught increased with each step toward him and that just couldn't be allowed to happen. A blinding flash lit up the path when Phoebe fired the first shot. Along with it came a second, then a third hot molten blast meant to eradicate this pitiful creature's existence. She wouldn't stop firing. Rarely did Phoebe desire anyone's death quite as much as his, and there was no way to avoid it. She had to kill him in order to plan her escape and taste true freedom once again.

She captured upon what he said as he tossed the reptilian woman around with ease. The way the scepter illuminated the chamber it was clear that he had to be drawing power from that stone. It seemed to make the most sense, he didn't seem to be all that evolved when it came to telepathy and provided that he advanced his telekinesis at the same rate it should have been on par. There was no real way of telling how they progressed.

The extra dimensional being was smaller and weaker then the others, his connection here was uncertain. She moved as close as she dared and he had not yet noticed her presence so focused on tormenting the woman before him.

The first shot took him unaware. At this close range she did not miss. The light of the blaster reaching her target before the sound of it firing had been heard, to her she didn't perceive the difference. Hit twice before the creature even could turn to the source she found that his body was somewhat resistant to blaster fire.

However, he had not been immune and a third shot got him in his chest before he so much processed what was going on. More and more shots in rapid succession, the scepter fell out of his grasp and in short order he dropped, dead.

The woman laid there drawing deep breaths clearly severely injured, scales broken away, her back and sides a bloody mess but she would live, nothing was broken.

Not a Tulpa. I didn't think he had such a talent … I've created one and it pressed my abilities to the limit. And not an illusion either. The creature was dead, it should have been dismissed if it were. There was still the question of suits and that guardian creature above whatever that was.

Her objective here had been complete and even with the body laying there she couldn't fight the urge to look about her as if this was another trick but it wasn't or at least didn't appear to be.

Such was the fate of evil. She hit him full force and watched the telepath's scorched, blaster fire riddled body collapse on the ground. Victory was hers, but this was neither the place nor time to celebrate. Her chest heaved with deep breaths, the sheer terror of what might've happened if he got to react in time still haunting her thoughts at the time her weapon was lowered at long last. The other woman was still here, roughed up but alive.

Her thoughts were drawn to Aegir's voice once more though Phoebe could hardly make much sense of it. “Wait, you- What?” She shuddered at the implications of that, creating an individual for the sake of tormenting them, but at the very least that didn't seem to be the case here. Compared to Aegir, this one appeared to be a lot worse and Phoebe doubted she'd seen the lowest scum his species had on offer quite yet. Then again, she clearly had enough of his kind for one day and dismissed her questions on the matter. “Just .. forget about it.”

Swift advances carried her over to the fallen woman, her body a bloody mess Phoebe refrained from touching despite kneeling down beside it. She lived, which was a relief. Albeit far from a medical expert, she gathered nothing was broken either when she finally dared to touch her with due care.

She spoke softly to relay the nature of their situation. “Stay still and relax. Your captor's dead now. There's nothing left to fear.” She flashed a smile though it hardly felt genuine as taking care of him remained one of a select few problems they had to take care of. “I'll have a look around and see if I can't find anything to tend to those bleedings, alright?”

Yeah, Phoebe couldn't help but glance around the scene quite frantically as time went on. She once believed the ceiling collapsed, there was no telling what else even the youth of Aegir's kind could make her experience. Nothing felt out of the ordinary, but even if this were to be a manipulation of sorts, she could do nothing about it. If anything, speaking itself assured her of the reality of the situation. It was doubtful he'd worked out how her altered mouth functioned and the pleasure was but one sensation which encouraged her to take this situation at face value.

For now, Phoebe went on to retrieve the nearby scepter. At least for a second it dawned on her this might be of use against the guardian creature above, but she had no idea how to use it, let alone any mythical powers of her own to draw experience from. Well, as long as they didn't open the path leading to the first chamber with the pedestal, Phoebe wouldn't need to worry about dealing with the creature. And if they did open it without suits on, they'd never need to worry about it in the first place.

This was an issue. She had to find medical supplies, suits and meals perhaps depending on how long they'd be trapped here. An entire arsenal for fighting the creature was at their disposal so that seemed secondary for now. Thankfully Phoebe had the luxury of time on her side, at least up to a certain point. Nothing could get in here from the outside, or so she thought since the guardian wasn't around to begin with. It'd offer time to gather their senses and come up with solutions to their problems.

Aegir had not expanded on that as she saw to the wounds of the reptilian determining they were nothing serious. When she made contact with her she flinched in obvious pain but endured he handling.

“Near the room with the cages,” she was told but other than that she could not narrow it down any further since she hardly left the torture chamber. Sure enough there was a room that contained medical supplies and more nefarious things. This had to be stuff the telepath brought along sometime ago or what he had been left with if he was abandoned.

Take those. And those as well, they make a good coagulant agent.

The room was set up much like a doctor's office. There were books here too on a variety of subjects. Most of all there several coffers with datachips containing books in electronic format. The bandages were a start. There were painkillers her and even several things she did not have the expertise in understanding what most of it had been for.

Here was a better place to assist the woman. The guardian didn't make a showing yet leaving her free to look around a bit. The woman was very real from what she discovered but she soon discovered clothes and crates each containing food pellets if not empty as about half of them were and there were a lot.

There were two crates of clothes, nothing special. One crate contained clothes that would no longer fit, most would do her little good either. Thee were others that would though the plethora of clothes begged the question of how long the woman had been here. There was no way to figure that out from the food pellets not knowing how many each species had to ingest daily. The woman could tell her what she took but would have no idea what he had.

It was a long time on little but food pellets but quiet sustainable. Fresh water was another issue though she discovered a pool of considerable depth. Given that it was a ways down to the water it was clear that the pool had not been for swimming.

All in all it appeared that they could survive here for some time but there was nothing she could do in regards of her suit and she had not discovered another so it looked as if she was stranded.

I may have a solution but it will take time and I am uncertain if it will work. Otherwise there is another option ...

Instructions certainly helped when it came to stopping these bleedings and easing the woman's pain, but in the long run her choices were limited by a lack of expertise. She was thankful for the fact nothing was broken, but such thinking offered miniscule measures of comfort considering what had yet to come. Phoebe did everything necessary before offering a helping hand to get her closer to more supplies if they were ever needed in the near future.

“I'll check on you soon.” Afterwards, Phoebe had a look around. The place was set up to last. She gathered the amount of food pellets needed to sustain them before making a few rough calculations in her mind. There were plenty, but no matter how many there were they wouldn't last forever. Weeks, maybe months even, but her one contact to the outside world didn't fly ships on his own and sending someone else might defeat her purpose here.

She was clothed before long though both shorts and blouse were rather loose given her smaller stature compared to most women she'd known. Another set was laid out for her companion, again comprised of no more than rough estimates though they were in no hurry to get dressed anyway.

Next up on the list had been finding some cord or string to attach to a container of sorts to retrieve water from the pool she discovered. If nothing was available, some bandages might suffice. As of now, she hadn't discovered any spare suits and tried to make the best of her current situation rather than tell herself how hopeless it all was, especially with the guardian still out there somewhere.

Hearing Aegir again had her pause dead in her tracks. Eyes dipped to the nearby scepter. She hadn't left it with the scaled woman out of a subconscious fear that it might be stolen, or at the very least the stone on top of it. Perhaps out of spite for the telepath or some other reason, Phoebe didn't care, she had to take it back herself and didn't trust the woman with it.

She could've tried detaching the stone, but didn't dare out of fear of breaking one thing or another. “Well, I have the stone.” Phoebe noted after a short while, having brought up some water to sample its flavor. It seemed fine to her, after all how else would the telepath's victims stay alive for extended periods of time? She gathered he required water as well to some degree, after all his kind appeared to be rather aquatic in nature. “I'm open to anything that'll help me get it back to you. The less uncertain, the better.”

There were buckets and other containers present but no rope. Able to telekinetically move the bucket the telepath did not need such but that was an easy matter to take care of through using some of the bandages.

The water was cool and surprisingly good, refreshing after all she had been through. The scepter did not emit a glow as she cared it but it felt good to have it, no, not that, she was feeling the exuberance from Aegir's node.

There seemed to be little difference, the node served as a conduit, an antenna were he could use his abilities at range at a greater distance or more aptly from the node itself and the region around it. While she dressed and took care of the woman Aegir had contemplated not saying much. He was present, he answered some of her concerns.

She was stuck in that place for several days. At one stage the scepter reacted emitting a brief green glow at times. It was a long shot. I have to be present. Whatever hindered your sensors is preventing me from using the full strength of my telekinetic abilities and the node is incapable of allowing me to use the stone to full effect.

I thought I may have been able to draw an atmosphere around you, at least temporarily ward you so you did not need a suit. It would have taken some doing even if I were present. Ah, well, on to other matters.

She was left to read and to her own devices for some time. Save for when she go involved with any sort of medicine. Aegir guided her at times when she was uncertain about something relevant. The woman healed quickly, the bruises would remain for some time, however, but nothing was broken.

From what she discovered she was created. She was a mere animal, little more than a lizard that had been altered to such a degree that she was awakened. As she would discover the woman wasn't the brightest and her vocabulary suffered a bit but she had enough wits to relay herself.

There were records on some of the steps involved in the creation process. There were lots of medicines that had been used to mutate the body and shape it. There were drugs that she did not know anything about, some that Aegir knew little about.

The place was more then a vault. It had everything for her basic needs and more. She even discovered an area with stasis pods, all empty, and she could guess that was where the animals were kept that this bizarre research and experimentation was done. It was unclear as to who had the idea or if the telepath was suppose to be one of the experiments that went horribly wrong, there was no record of that.

Once in a while she heard the guardian above. It must have sensed her as sh heard it trying to dig at the floor, which was her ceiling but to no avail, the stone was too thick and after the first few times of it happening there was no concern that it would succeed. Each time she heard it the thing was in a different area and it was only once in a blue moon it did discover her.

I have something. It will be a few days and I know you won't like it but sit tight. As if she had a choice about that ...