Sanctuaries came in all shapes and sizes. She had no other way to view her current situation once the telepath was out of the way. Since her capture and months of ever increasingly horrific events, along with humiliating biological changes to her physique and sexual services for anyone with the credits to pay for them, her existence had improved beyond imagination.

Sure, she was locked away, more or less unable to leave this damned place, but there was no one force feeding her sensitivity enhancing drugs as she was tied up for the night, no men and women to regard her like a piece of meat to be collared for a time and raped until her mind's eventual collapse. She had time to mend wounds of her own, to live in piece and embrace the freedom Aegir blessed her with. Albeit enduring a horrible fate herself, the scaled woman was a more pleasant companion than most she faced along the way.

That didn't take away from her sympathy in the slightest. Phoebe felt a certain responsibility, especially when her time had been spent nursing the woman back to health and it dawned on her such a specimen faced even worse odds than the former agent. She wasn't the brightest and Phoebe had ample time to examine her origins.

In the long run, Phoebe chose to keep an eye on her even if they made it out of here eventually. She hardly viewed her as a lesser being, but someone in need of help and as time went on there was no dismissing the fact how much she grew on Phoebe. Aside from devoting her time to sifting through ample reading material, she often spent time with the woman to talk. She gave her name and talked at great lengths about her past, the pleasant parts at the very least, offering company to the once imprisoned female until she felt comfortable enough to speak and move on her own to some extent.

It never helped that Phoebe's mouth and throat tingled within mere minutes and lenthy periods of nothing but talking forced her over the edge. She was careful to vanish elsewhere before blowing off some steam, at least getting some distance between the two to retain a certain measure of decency.

Phoebe took care of everything for the both of them. She exchanged bandages, cleaned the wounds, brought food pellets and water along with painkillers when needed. Compared to everything else over the past few months, Phoebe felt great. However, the guardian still haunted her at times. She hardly despised it. Instead, there was nothing but sorrow. If the telepath had a chance to experiment with the scaled woman a little longer, perhaps he'd have twisted her further in hopes of repeating his precious experiment.

Such was life. She didn't blame herself for it. Rather, winding up here was an opportunity. With a few changes she may be able to live an even more comfortable life here, undisturbed from the outside world given how little her sensors picked up initially. Then again, moving all that wealth and other items was always an option. Sadly, she had no other place to go.

Once Aegir got his stone and decided to let her go rather than enslave her, which Phoebe still suspected to some degree, this would be a good place to remember for a long time to come. It'd sustain her as she didn't plan on returning to the ADD, not after being abandoned for months in what came closest to purgatory and the sheer number of fellow agents who ended up there as well, captured and helpless in much the same way.

As days passed by, she got to think more about the node as well. Blacking out before he had injected it offered some questions for Aegir to answer whereupon it became all the more obvious how and where the node had been positioned. He remained exempt from her wrath, what little good it would do. Without the node, she'd have been caught and certainly died here hence he had her thanks for offering its services.

There was no telling whether it was day or night, but her scaled companion slumbered peacefully beside her, their bodies mere inches apart when her thoughts drifted back to Aegir. “Hey, are you awake?” It's been three days since he told her to stay put, not that it bothered her much though she felt oddly keen on goading him to focus on her now. “So, how does your node even work? Do you just monitor everything it experiences all day long? Isn't that a bit overwhelming?”

Obviously, she had little to no idea as to his internal makeup though it was an interesting change from speaking to her once lizard companion. “And what's a Tulpa? It's not the same as .. you know. Right?”

The woman had been confused at first when Phoebe offered up a name. It was quickly realized that she was never given one. She didn't even know the identity of her tormentor. She knew that she was being addressed as there had been no one else here she was aware off and the thing even injected crude knowledge into her head at times, little more then language.

It hurt whenever it inserted knowledge forcefully without any grace or expertise.

But she remained none the wiser as to what she was doing. If she detected anything that was off she never brought it up nor seemed suspicious. She was recovering well, the back pains came and went but that was expected after the pounding she had received.

She did not have much to say about her own life. Phoebe uncovered her origins as it were and it appeared that her entire life had been spent here undergoing torment after torment.

But she endured this. The reptile woman knew about this place but had no clue as to where it was and was unlikely to be capable of finding this place again. The Telepath was dead leaving the guardian whatever it was and Aegir who didn't seem to care about anything here outside the stone.

As the days past and she questioned Aegir mentally he would respond. I am never asleep, not fully. I have more then one mind and while one rests the others are alert. As an aside each of my tentacles has a minor brain but I digress.

No, I do not monitor you all the time but can tune into my node whenever I want. Further it can contact me if it so wishes. For now it is a tool, an extension of myself, but if not dealt with it will eventually mature into another Fafner with the overwhelming urge to kill me. Our numbers rarely diminish From time to time a node manages to kill a parent. Sometimes if there are other nodes at the time and if they manage to flee they can mature too but rarely do they get the chance to. Ours is a violent species and never before Fafner has a node reached maturity without disposing of it's parent. Since he cannot accomplish the task we seldom cross paths. Fortunately for you I was checking in on some leads. Twice before he has managed to get his tentacles on a stone of mine, very dangerous considering what they can do ...

He went silent then before ignoring that and pressing on. In any case I have gotten more than half of them back but my search is always ongoing. And a Tulpa, in simplest form is a creation that manifests from sheer thought. Some can create their own, others are generated by the collective belief in something like Slenderman and other such entities.

If the creator is slain the Tulpa fades. Sometimes the creator can destroy them but not always, sometimes they become their own entity. In the case where an entire culture believes in something it grows trickier. Just one of those people can revive the Tulpa and if enough people believe matters well the Tulpa grows stronger and eventually recovers.

The discharging of blaster rifles on the floor above her woke her companion who glanced around alarmed.

Ah, that would be your ride now.

“The Flying Spaghetti Monster.” Though thoughts rarely conveyed emotion in much the same way as an actual voice, the humorous intention had been quite clear. At least the petite blonde figured he had the mental capacity to understand her euphoric jab at Tulpas. Perhaps he was too intelligent for that. She didn't really care much as it amused her to some degree. Such words were a mere reflection of her growth. She became more daring as time went on, allowing herself to think and speak in certain ways with the absence of a Master or Mistress.

There was no shame in the fact she had to recover in her own ways. Aegir certainly helped, so did the woman beside her. Still, she never overdid it. Phoebe ended up soaking in the knowledge he relayed for her weary mind hardly had the chance to learn anything over the past few months which didn't revolve around ever advanced pleasuring techniques.

As more violent action unfolded on the floor above, Phoebe reached out to her scaled companion, gently squeezing one of her arms with a comforting hold on the previously slumbering woman. “Don't be alarmed.” She offered her a warm smile to soothe her senses upon rising from the ground, offering the other female a hand if she needed it. “Someone's here to pick us up. We're leaving now. I'll explain it once we've made it out of here.”

Some matters were left to consider but she drowned them out for the time being, focusing instead on preparing her for what was to come. She didn't show it, but excitement pulsed through her veins given the fact they were finally getting out of here. “So, this might be rather overwhelming for your first time on the outside, but don't worry. I'm always going to be by your side.”

The rising pleasure painted her cheeks red, but she dismissed these sensations in favor of soaking in a job well done. After checking up on the scepter tucked away in her clothing, Phoebe scanned the chamber for anything that might be of use. A few more bandages were collected, along with disinfectant and painkillers. Nothing more than the basics as anything else would be difficult to carry. A handful of food pellets were collected before she returned to the former captive, offering a helping hand to the now standing woman. “Can you walk or do you need help?”

Their lack of suits forced them to wait though the guardian above was likely going to be taken care of in due time. She assumed whatever force had been sent here wouldn't be hostile to them although they had weapons nearby if the need arose. As for the remainder of their journey, well, perhaps they'd be able to come up with a name for her scaly friend somewhere down the line. Xaal or Ceyloo sounded sufficiently exotic, but there was no immediate need to come up with anything in particular anyway.

Aegir's species on a whole lacked a sense of humor. He didn't get it at first, not until his exile had him in close contact with human minds for a good chunk of his time. Slowly he had absorbed one and while there were some factors that still had been above his head he did get most of it.

She surprised him with the reference. He was rarely surprised and the only references to the name he had had been in passing, a reference to a cartoon. He never bothered delving further with it believing that it was just something made up for the show but he had been wrong. She offered up the rare treat, new knowledge.

He understood the term as she knew it. A religion that was a mockery of religion. Pastafarians, the Spaghetti Monster a made up deity yet many believed in it and in a sense it was real. He had not heard of it before as far as it stalking people or killing them but it influenced there life.

Yes, but to a greater degree. It can influence others and interact with them as if real made so by the power of belief. Naturally if enough people believed this Flying Spaghetti Monster was a rampaging entity it would happen.

The blaster fire continued as she gathered what she needed. The guardian was growling. There were a few explosions, some running and all went quite for a time.

The reptile woman nodded. “Yeah, I should be able too.”

Heading through the darkness towards the stairs. She could hear individuals descending, could catch the glow of glow rods attached to the underside of blaster rifle barrels.

Three, four, five lights still too distant to make individuals but seeing how the beams of light moved back and forth as they scanned rooms as they headed toward the pair. The one in the lead halted suddenly before there was a familiar chill as she heard that howl and witnessed all five of those lights rushing in their direction.

At long last they were going to make it out of here. She had a few days to brace for Aegir's aid to arrive, so did the other specimen trapped in here. Internally, Phoebe marked off objects on a list to ensure they had everything necessary to last a little while before heading towards the exit. Although the scaled woman claimed to be able to walk on her own, she did lend an arm for her to hook into somewhere down the line. It felt nice to have her close, whatever distant comfort such a touch managed to offer.

By now, there was no more fighting up above. Seeing the lights ahead filled her with relief. If anything, chances were they might've been killed by the guardian, leaving them stranded for a good while longer which made her all the more thankful for the fact these four, no, five individuals managed to succeed. All the more haunting had been the thought of facing it alone the day Phoebe first set foot onto the asteroid.

Yet nothing had Phoebe freeze faster than their alleged savior's sudden halt. Something felt off. She forced her scaled companion to stop alongside her, both women facing the newcomers on the far side of the long, open hallway. A familiar howl forced her blood to freeze on the spot.

“Run.” Phoebe mumbled under her breath as if the mere act of speaking would result in immediate punishment. Only now did she tug on the woman's arm, her widened eyes flickering to repeat the word, louder this time. “Run!” Nothing about her had been calm and collected anymore. She knew these creatures and burned to get away from them as quickly as humanly possible. What relief once existed within her had been flushed out rapidly and replaced with sheer terror. Phoebe tensed from head to toe, her expression stricken with fear and silently screaming in horror.

It took everything to move a muscle and make a run for it. A free hand dipped to her waist, noticing the lack of a weapon there as the thought of freedom and safety of Aegir's ride had her leave it behind. It was back near the medical supplies where they spent the past few days, far enough to deem the distance too much to cross in the time they had yet close enough to consider it feasible.

“You didn't send us wolves, did you?” The reference to her not too distant past would quickly establish what she meant. Of course, there really was no point in asking. She didn't know whether he listened or not, but the emotions bubbling up within her were bound to alert him to current events.

Both heart and mind were racing to answer this strange occurrence. How did they find her, of all people? Was it the ship Aegir gave her? Did it have a tracking device they knew nothing about? If that was the case, what were the odds of these creatures being the owners?

It dawned on her that she was out for a time when dealing with Fafner. Did the doctor hide a transmitter beneath her skin? What if all slaves were treated in this manner? She'd never know it nor would Aegir unless he dealt with others of the same batch before.

There were more immediate concerns on her mind than that. In fact, what were likely Fafner's servants had come to capture her, or so she thought. She could worry about getting rid of anything else once they were taken care of, but it'd be difficult with someone else to trouble her thoughts. It pained her to admit it, but they could never outrun these aliens. She tried before, and would've failed miserably without outside help.

“I'm sorry ..” Running together was slowing them down, considering one of them was perfectly healthy while the other was not. She had to let go of the lizard female in order to make the final stretch before these vile beasts got to them. With any luck it'd be enough for the blonde girl to reach her weapon and force them back rather than allow their mindless charge to continue.

Then again, they were likely coming for Phoebe in the first place. If the other woman was smart enough to deviate from the path and at least try to hide, they might have a chance to stall them as their attention would be divided. Or worse, they took the other female hostage while Phoebe got her blaster pistol, forcing her to surrender and face the inevitable. If only they had more time for help to arrive ..

This couldn't be the rescue team? That bone chilling howl got the two of them moving. The creatures were in pursuit, she could see their lights bobbing up and down as they ran along with the click of metal at each step they took.

Aegir was silent as if he was not even listening now, which seemed unlikely since they were just communicating. It made more sense for him to be listening in now or his node prompting him about what was happening.

She had no time to analyze the matter running but realizing that she was slowed in the process. Making that decision to proceed without the woman she was able to pull ahead. There were many chambers to dip into but knowing of their sense of smell hiding wouldn't work, at least, not for long. Not unless they had some of that plant that the one used to mask her scent temporarily, and what were the chances of that here?

About as good as they were in getting out of this predicament. Splitting up marginally increased her chances. The lights went off so as not to give away their position but she could still hear that clicking and could tell they were getting closer.

By some luck she made it to her blaster. Whether or not that was because they were playing with her had been something she could not have guessed. It didn't seem that they were concerned one way or another. They probably guessed she was armed, there were numerous primitive weapons here after all.

Her small stature didn't impress them much as it was. Close on her heels had been the lead wolf. That clicking sound produced by a helmet clipped to the belt of a suit, with it on it wouldn't be able to smell her if that suit was enclosed.

He had narrowly evaded a blaster shot just outside the room using the wall for cover. Occasionally he fired around the corner of the doorway with is blaster rifle but failed to connect as well. Unable to aim he was firing blind when he took his shots.

This was bad, others could be circling about while she was being pinned down. She could attempt to figure out his timing, fight it out and hope for the best or take her chances and make a dash towards one of the doorways that would leave her exposed for half a minute or so given how big these chambers were so technically she was not pinned down yet.

About the only advantage she had was the fact that she knew the layout better but the odds were against her in any case.

Scanning nothing but darkness with human eyes hardly helped her situation, but there was no other option available once their lights were turned off. Aegir's silence was probably for the better since Phoebe had to focus on every movement lest her ongoing escape would come to a rather swift end. What was once a matter of grave concern became worse as time went on regardless.

“Fuck!” Phoebe backed down from one of the stone tables, having barely avoided blaster fire hurling in her direction. She was under fire, but in cover. Shaking hands clutched her blaster pistol in hopes of calming these trembling muscles down some while the occasional shot held the creatures beyond the doorway at bay, but the favor was often returned in kind. Whether any of his brethren circled around had been unknown. She lost track of them as she failed to keep an eye on the scaled woman and staying in place would be worse than trying to run despite her many disadvantages.

Their sense of smell was superior, hence hiding may very well be impossible. Starring as prey in their hunt before certainly emphasized that notion. They had the numbers, more weapons to bring her down and eyesight which surpassed her own in the encroaching darkness.

But, getting cornered would be her downfall although it might delay matters some more than running as there was the risk of getting hit upon leaving her cover. At least Phoebe had some notion as to the layout of the place and could maneuver more effectively, but that'd only get her so far when it came down to beating them all. She realized there wasn't much of a point in trying. With their senses outperforming her own, there was no such things as catching them off guard or by surprise.

Though Phoebe did try to gauge when he'd fire next and peppered the lead wolf's cover with laser blasts when she took off towards another doorway. Her heart raced, her breaths shallow and downright panicked in pace as she grit her teeth at the thought of even attempting this.

With any luck there was a chance to reach the chamber with alien weaponry. The odds were stacked in their favor, but perhaps if she had the right tools she could turn the tide of battle. Their senses were more susceptible to smell among other sensations, which was a given considering which creatures they resembled. Some tear gas might help, but she doubted anything of the sort would be available. Still, Phoebe had to try. She could outmaneuver them only for so long before they caught up with her and hiding seemed out of the question from the start.

Her timing had been good enough, at first she thought she had scored a hit but soon realized that it was the corner of the doorway peppering him with a multitude of rock. He pulled back behind his cover snarling in pain giving her the time to sprint toward the distant chamber.

She could hear him so she knew he was not dead, nor did it sound as if he was in agony either. He was hurt, that was all that mattered and by the time he took his next shot which wasn't were she had been it was still blind. He knew she was making a dash from what he heard but he was no closer than hitting her.

Having a bit of a head start she could see lights behind her, two, that turned on briefly then turned off again, a clear indication that her foe, as superior as they were in vision still needed some light at least at times even if it were only to see where doorways were albeit briefly.

One down, two in pursuit, there was no telling how long the other would be down for. In short she was able to make it into the chamber she sought barely ahead of the two pursuers and just ahead of the grenade that rolled into the room erupting in a brilliant and loud bang. A disorientating effect meant to stun for a few seconds at least, a flash bang!

The wolves caught up, one shooting her in her left leg with a stun bolt that nearly collapsed her body as if her leg suddenly fell asleep and could not take her weight. What was worse was the other that slammed into her back wrestling her down, the task easier given the stun effect to her leg. Straight away it was attempting to keep her flat to the ground, face down using his weight as he attempted to wrestle the blaster from her grasp, all the while she could feel a stiffness grinding into her backside as they struggled.

Sooner or later, Phoebe was done for. Sensations cracked down on her at an alarming rate. The thrill of pursuit washed over her, an inherent pleasure to the feisty blonde's nature coupled with wave upon wave of anxiety and dashing through the corridors was nothing short of a nightmare come true. She escaped them once before, why did they have to come back to chase her down?

“Guh!” Phoebe lost track of which infernal device caught onto her first, whether the searing white light and loud bang brought her down or not, but her left leg became numb out of nowhere, nearly throwing her to the ground with the next few steps. Stumbling forward, the lone woman had a hard time staying upright though approaching steps hinted at an imminent solution to the problem at hand.

“Argh!” A surge of pain flared up in her back before Phoebe hit the ground hard, arms outstretched in an attempt to ease the fall, but these endeavors were far from fruitful. She groaned in agony, but the sound was weak and breathless, the air driven from her lungs on impact whereupon she struggled to regain any semblance of control. The scepter once partially stored in one of her pockets began to skid across the floor, eventually coming to a halt though it'd be of no use to her anymore.

There was no doubt as to the nature of that stiffness, but she looked pale despite the warmth rising to her cheeks when it first made contact with her trembling body as it stirred in discomfort, but had nowhere to go. “N-No .. No! Not again!” Somewhere deep inside, Phoebe was screaming at herself to run, to get away no matter the cost as the price of failure had been more than obvious.

“Get .. off .. Nngh!” She grit her teeth, eyes cast up though her face could hardly rise off the cold, solid ground in the first place. She had the drive, but none of the power to back it up. These wolves closed the distance. She had next to no chance of wrestling her attacker off and lacked finesse when it came to assaulting him as one of her heels did little more than rise off the floor to press into his lower back with all the devastating force of a gentle push. Her other leg was stunned, and part of her hoped the effect wouldn't spread further though it might've helped considering the punishment which was yet to come.

Though hands clenched into fists and discharged her blaster one more time, the shot went wide and hit nothing but another distant wall. His weight pinned her down, his strength working on hands which were bound to give the moment he clawed away at the flesh or threatened to snap a wrist.

Without any other option left at her disposal, Phoebe eventually released the blaster before he felt the need to break her in. It pained her to admit defeat, especially now, but she saw no other way out of it. She dealt with one wolf now, the other must've been close and would see to her either way. This struggle was pointless hence the young girl succumbed, unable to press whatever advantages she had any further.

The blaster was slid across the floor to the wall, a tongue lapping at her neck as she was held in place. Yet despite his arousal he did not take her. It would take her some time to figure out why. Yet the stunning effect that had clipped her did not spread.

What left her confused for a second was when the weight came off her as the wolf apparently listened to her. Not exactly. She what flipped over to her back by the second wolf who had discarded his space suit. The first moved back to begin removing his suit as the second dropped down. It was no struggle at all to spread her legs.

While the first began the removal of his suit the second did no waste any time. Hands dropping to her breasts briefly before taring at the cloth there. Contact was made against her breasts, fingers squeezed them then a tongue lapped at them before hands drifted lower, small claws aiding in shredding material making it easier to grip and tare at her clothes giving rise to loud taring sounds.

Recalling that the majority of them did not speak galactic basic it was no surprised that her protests were ignored. Before long she felt the head of his prick aligned against her entrance and he wasted no time in driving in, filling her with rapid thrusts. His hands grasping and squeezing those meager breasts all the while.

Snarls and growls soon accompanied that action put it wasn't long before the first rejoined them dropping to his knees near her head. A hand turned her head to the side, his hips shooting forward as if expecting resistance. The tick was to thrust in deep enough and sudden enough that she could not bite. He was no stranger to this eagerly drilling into her throat. It was tough to ay who was larger, they were both pretty big. Both eager, and there were another three out there. One was wounded and she could only hope that it was enough to keep him from partaking of her for the time being.

Two were plenty, neither showed any signs of reaching their limit and from prior experience she knew that they could endure for a bit. Sometime she became aware that the others should have joined in by now as the two flipped her over and switched. She was tasting her own juices as the other, well lubricated by her mouth thankfully began to press against that rear entrance his thrusts still as eager but he struggled with that tightness so they had not been as deep, at least initially.

Fingers gripped against an ass cheek and a hip as he forced his way inside her.

Shards of revulsion cut deep into her consciousness amongst an ocean of fear and trepidation considering events which might follow up on these final few albeit repulsive moments of freedom. Saliva bathed her neck in warmth, along with the chill of that vile beast's breath whenever it cascaded over covered portions of it. She shuddered beneath him, trying to drown it all out yet what happened next would prevent her from doing anything of the sort.

She had nowhere to run with a stunned leg and two guardians to watch over her. Phoebe was nowhere near ready to receive either one of them, but they wasted no time in claiming their prize for a successful hunt. Tears spilled from painfully shut eyes, bringing a gentle luster to readily crimson cheeks which burned in both shame and growing desire. Shredded clothes were all that remained upon her form before they dug into the treasure trove of delectable wares upon her.

In due time Phoebe's body betrayed her, thankfully. She'd become wet, more easily taking their relentless onslaughts though that was no more than dulling the edge to a knife after it carved deep into the human's flesh.

They were bound to have been heard somewhere down the line, especially once muffled moans intertwined with clearly audible snarls and growls coming from these two bestial fiends. She salivated around one cock abusing her altered throat, forcing her over the edge whereas the other reaped the benefits, pounding an ever convulsing tunnel of dripping inner muscles into submission.

Soft hands settled upon them in a futile struggle to keep them at bay, sometimes soothing her aches and lack of oxygen by encouraging them not to be this rough though they hardly ever acquiesced to her demands. She hated every moment of it. Their stench filled her lungs, the intense flavor of their release drowning out whatever fresh taste could've made her forget it and they were far from done. They were nothing short of sexual machines trapping her between them, satisfying their hunger with what they had available.

“Nnnghh! Ahhh!” Goodness, that was intense. She lost track how many times they'd flipped her over and came deep inside her, but the first one to tap her tight asshole, stretching it to the limit, certainly left quite an impression.

She realized there were some of them missing, but Phoebe dimly recalled her companion, a more endowed specimen who fared even worse when it came to running away. Her injuries made capture all the more likely. At least Phoebe suspected little else. In all likelihood they were both caught, unable to get away as their bodies were nothing but playthings for these beasts until they were completely satisfied. She had to wonder about the one who got struck by some debris. Surely he'd come after her, the one who did it over some other woman purely for the sake of revenge.

Not that it mattered much when her body was bounced between these two, small tingling breasts swaying to the rhythm of their thrusts whilst pleasant ripples were sent through Phoebe's ample rump once the wolf behind her went balls deep into that snug orifice which was gripping him harder than a clenched fist. Whether deliberate or not, they'd receive their fair share of pleasure. Phoebe could do nothing but endure and hope for an end to this, one way or another. As of now, she only hoped to survive this day.

The two alone had been enough to drain her. Worse of all her body craved it and there was no shortage of the attention they gave her. When she laid spent on the floor covered in their cum they had been catching their breaths. It was about then that the other two had finally arrived on the scene.

They carried a box that had wooden slabs extending from it so that it could be carried between the two with ease. A panel on one of the facings of the cube was pushed up, she tossed in the box and it closed leaving her in the metallic container. She could hear a hum, something was happening but it wasn't clear what.

The box lifted and she could feel the new arrivals carrying her off. Once the box was set down she remained inside for some time. She had air though there was no light. The metal was cool against her skin. After some time the box was lifted again and shortly after it was set down her eyes would suffer from the intensity of light that was in reality no brighter than normal light but she had been in darkness for so long.

Pulled out of there by one on the wolves she heard a growl from further back. Two guards dragged her to a room at the yapping of another. As her eyes adjusted she saw that she was in some sort of sterile medical facility. Maybe she was in a med bay on a ship, it was pretty big.

The growl coming from on of the wolves in a bed, the one she injured perhaps. She saw the reptilian woman in another bed, unconscious at the moment. By the time the two guards brought her an adjacent room and dumped her on a bed strapping her down and leaving. As they left she could see that there was a third behind them. That color, size and the lab coat left no mistake as to who it was.

From a pocket Kurgan took out a piece of candy holding it out toward her so she could see it.

“Sweet?” If she wanted it he opened it and gave it to her otherwise he ate it himself. “Right now your still on a ship, I'm pretty sure you are aware of where the retrievers will be taking you.

“They only gave you this respite since they do not wish to kill you before making an example out of you. In any case they will wait until Master Fafner gets back to make anything final but there's no telling when that will be or if he will be there when we arrive.”

Kurgan came closer, fingers examining her, eyes peeling down her body. “Just how did you manage to get away? You would need outside help to pull that off.”

He began sponging her off, cleaning her up some as they spoke those that sponge seemed to spend a good deal of time circling her nipples.

Strong odors pierced her lungs the whole time. Phoebe dimly recalled coughing up their vile semen, spilling it when her senses no longer tolerated such fluids despite being trained to love them for months on end and yet there was always more. They filled her, covered her in it until the edges of her vision began to swim. She breathed their release, tasted it, lived with it for who knows how long. The scent burned itself into her memory, a constant reminder of what transpired here until they finished.

She lost track of how many times her body spasmed under their influence, how they forced her over the edge against her will. She had no choice in the matter as pleasure tormented her altered mouth and eagerly clenching folds, her backside stretched and treated to the same intense carnal delights. By the end her eyelids fluttered shut, ever so close to letting her black out yet not quite.

Phoebe was left there on the ground, twitching pitifully amongst drawing lungfuls of air with weak, staggered breaths. She could hardly follow what happened next, only that they moved her, the cool sensation against her skin forcing her to remain awake a little bit longer.

Seeing light again for the first time hurt enough to make her shut those eyes again, not that any sort of pain mattered anymore. She failed to escape and had experienced the sexual reward for her actions. Her limbs felt numb and exhausted, even more so at the sight of the reptilian woman she meant to escape with. She had no hope left within her once these wolves strapped her down in a room of her own. Kurgan's presence made no difference in the matter.

Torn between crying and blacking out right then and there, Phoebe opted for neither approach once the short doctor began to examine her. She never took the candy and watched him eat it with weary, half lidded eyes. His touch met aching muscles, their every cell worn out from an extensive period of sensory overload. Stiffened peaks were teased by that sponge again and again, drawing soft gasps from luscious albeit trembling lips.

“You've had a tracking device installed inside me this entire time?” She hardly answered his questions, but this was something on her mind for a little while now. It hurt to find out when they got to her and no sooner than that, but there was no point in dwelling on that now as she averted her eyes to gaze upon the ceiling. “I've got to admit, I never thought of that. How else would you ever find me again?”

Her eyes drift shut with a gentle sigh, forcing her tongue to stir with a pleasantly tingling sensation. “It doesn't make a difference whether I've had outside help and from whom, now does it? I'll never get another chance. If by some miracle I do get away again, I wouldn't even know how to elude your fellow men.”

At least that seemed to be the case. She'd rather not get her hopes up again until she made it out of a tough situation. Aegir had the ability to track the node to some extent, or so she thought, but would that be enough for whatever ride he arranged to catch up with this ship? Did they even have anything to deal with the situation? As a matter of fact, he could hardly abandon her. She knew of Aegir and the stone. Though he may be able to retrieve it before his son got the information from her and went there himself, chances were she could still pass that sort of intelligence on beforehand.

Maybe she still had value, perhaps not. She didn't count on it. These thoughts were nothing but wishful thinking. For now, Kurgan had free reign over her body, letting her thoughts steer clear of whatever punishment awaited the young blonde further down the line.

“No,” he responded. “There is nothing that was implanted in you. My kind are adamant hunters but we can only track so far. We can follow leads and so forth like bounty hunters but you just vanish at those standing stones so picking up your trail would have been impossible for us.

“That's not to say we'd give up the hunt. By we I mean them. I wouldn't have minded so much if you managed to escape. Well, I would have lamented our lost time together in the future but at least one of us escaped our fate.”

He cleaned her as he spoke, injecting her with an agent meant to help accelerate her healing and once more with one that would tighten her back up in time. Fingers touched her bare neck bringing a light sensation to it.

“At least until we return you will be free of the collar. Now that has a tracking device installed in it but even that only got them so far. I was brought along because they would need my services in keeping you alive for the journey.”

It may not have mattered how she got away, it was a one time thing perhaps. They did not have anything sophisticated on the planet so an outlaw could have set down someplace and decided to take her. A one time thing, they were not set up to defend the planet or monitor the approach of ships.

It was remote and fairly basic. An uninteresting planet that was habitable but had nothing of interest to even survey. Still, he was curious and naturally they would keep a better eye on her until Master Fafner was back. They would probably just dump her in one of the pits for days on end taking her out every so often so that he could heal her only to have it done all over again.

He knew that the others had not been too interested in her but punishing her was something else so he didn't know for certain.

“Now what is this?” He produced the stone from the pocket of his lab coat. As far as he knew it was just a rock engraved with runes. From what he was told there was enormous wealth in that place, none of which she kept close at hand.

He picked her brain not forcing the issue one way or another. The stone would be turned back over to the captain afterward. Regardless of her answer he left her there for some time. She was allowed to rest. Later when he returned Kurgan hooked her up to an IV chatted with her for a bit and took other readings.

He came once more to check her status. Shortly afterward two of the wolves came in unstrapping her and sealing her arms behind her back in binders before carrying her off to the bridge.

She did not see many of the wolves. One was injured. Kurgan. These two the captain and two present with him on the brig. It was a small ship. She was dumped on the floor near the captain who was larger than the rest having one ear and a fourth of another.

The back of her head was grabbed and she was brought closer where he glared at her with clear blue eyes. “So you're the one that has caused all this trouble. Pathetic that they could not handle a runt like you.”

So, there were no implants. How exactly they tracked her beyond the planet was unknown though they may have found ways to draw upon her ship's trajectory from the docks Aegir brought her to while she slept. They now knew where she was headed, the asteroid her ship got left on and the treasures found in its depths. She feared they may come after them in the future, not that it mattered much since she was more or less trapped once more.

Worse, they had the stone. They had no clue what the purpose of keeping it truly was, but they had it all the same. She lost no words about it, not even to Kurgan. Soon, perhaps when she had a chance to speak with him again. She had no one else to trust aboard the ship other than her scaled friend. It'd be an immense gamble to let the secret slip, but she had nothing else left to go on with Aegir out of the picture as there was no telling what he'd do from now on.

Kurgan was a chance, to say the least. They were on a ship, not a planet where they'd be stuck on with far greater numbers and unable to escape their fate, as he put it. She had no collar. No collars meant no tracking devices. If only they had the means to overwhelm the crew, perhaps she'd have been more open in their conversations.

As of now, Phoebe tolerated her capture. She could do nothing about it. Whatever happened next had no impact on what waited at the end of the road. Fafner was bound to scan her mind for knowledge eventually and there was no telling as to what he'd do since he'd be getting one of Aegir's stones out of the ordeal, but a slave who was willing to betray him as well.

First, Phoebe had to endure the ride and it wasn't long before she was retrieved, arms placed in binders behind her back before she was brought before the captain. “Guh!” She hit the cold, metal floor with a dull thud, struggling to even get into a kneeling posture before her head was grabbed, clutching shocks of short blonde hair in a painful fashion.

“Nngh!” She groaned and winced, eyes shut for a moment before they gazed upon the captain and immediately darted off to the ground for the sake of displaying submission. Her heart pounded against her chest. The others were big and strong, sturdy specimen far greater than she and yet this one had been all the more menacing in more ways than one. Compared to him, his shapely captive looked to be no more than an adolescent school girl with regards to their respective physique.

Yet his words were the source of her amusement since he retrieved her like a good dog, put her in bondage despite her smaller stature and assembled the crew to watch whatever was going to happen next, but Phoebe saved herself the trouble of getting punished for such a demeaning comment. She didn't even smile though the corners of her mouth wished to expose her feelings despite a rush of fear rolling through her body at his presence.

“Why did you bring me here?” It was the only thing she said at that moment. He could call her pathetic for all she cared, or humiliate her in front of everyone. She got away regardless. Was he going to make an example of her? Would he beat her up or fuck her senseless? Maybe both? Kurgan mentioned these wolves needed his services to keep her alive for the journey. She feared the worst, but did nothing to worsen the situation further. Sooner or later, it'd all be over anyway. She just had to endure.