Of course a slave would lie to get out of a jam. What was that alien thinking? Out numbered on a foreign vessel it could have just reported this once back on it's ship and allow the authorities to handle it. If it bothered to do anything at all, but even that would be something.

The door opened a crack as she ran to the bathroom. She managed to get inside noting a grenade being tossed into the room prior to getting that bathroom door sealed giving her a sneak peak of their tactics before they stormed the room.

A smoke grenade, that or stun grenades were likely, they still needed her alive after all. Getting the lock on the bathroom wouldn't hold them for long but as they stormed the room she heard the discharge of blasters, from the sound alone she could determine that they were set to stun.

The smoke had to impair them as well, not only would it blind them but it would dull that excellent sense of smell. She did have time to investigate the bathroom quickly. There room did have a tub, a cast iron one that would grant her excellent protection. There was a shower as well, a mirror, sink and toilet as expected. The mirror could be pulled revealing a small medicine cabinet beyond.

On the wall opposite of her was the mounted head of some beast, the eyes replaced with green gems. There was a vent here too on the ceiling that she would be hard pressed to reach given her height even by standing on the toilet. It looked to be way to small and even if she could fit in reaching it would have been a problem.

So the only option she had in that short amount of time was the tub and hope for the best. They used the same tactics tossing in a smoke grenade ahead of them. It took effort to get her, especially with that cover. She was sure she got at least one of them but how much damage she inflicted among all that smoke was hard to gauge.

In the end though a shot did manage to catch her. When she next woke it was in chains suspended from a ceiling. Given her stature she could barely reach the floor and even then she had to stand on her tippy toes.

The room was dark with a light just above her illuminating everything around her for about a meter but the remainder of the room eluded her. For a time she was kept there, five or ten minutes passed before she heard a door slide open and close. Someone was striding towards her. A moment later she could see two yellow eyes gleaming at her from the dark set too high to be Kurgan.

“You killed one of my men. Be grateful that I cannot kill you but I don't have to make this pleasant.” The captain stepped into that small circle of light yanking her head back by the hair and thrusting a fist into her gut at the same time.

“Now let us begin ...”

Smoky threads drowned her vision in fog, but they had only one direction to come from. Phoebe's final stand was nothing short of laughable, but the human woman never surrendered to her captors despite facing next to impossible odds. The outcome turned out to as expected, perhaps a guaranteed fate for the likes of her given that it was driven by her fear for the worst that could happen.

She came to some time after that, left to wonder how much time had passed and where the hell she was. Aboard the ship, most likely. Once the Captain showed up, that much was obvious. Were they operational again? She believed they may have been obstructed a great deal by sabotage, but perhaps the other aliens were quite helpful in that regard.

Though her thoughts weren't truly with them right now. Seeing the Captain again had her swallow hard. She could feel her heart sink, then drown in despair. She could feel her lips trembling as if on the verge of screaming or begging for mercy at his hands. With the distance closing between them and the sudden pain flaring up in her skull, her head being forced back in a rough manner, Phoebe could do nothing but let out a pained shout.

"Urgh!" Suddenly, one rock solid fist buried itself into her stomach. Shards of agony graced her consciousness at once, rapidly overwhelming what tiny fractions of it came from the hair he'd seized. Her eyes shot wide open, along with lips eager to offer a cry of shock and anguish, but the nature of his attack turned the contents of her stomach inside out instead. Searing hot fluids bubbled up from deep within her core to spill from her altered mouth, a vile union of his recent releases and whatever stomach acids were meant to digest every last drop of them.

She coughed up more of that molten essence though her throat burned with each surge Phoebe couldn't keep down. She tried to breathe, but couldn't, not straight away. The passage remained clogged for a good few moments before her senses calmed down enough to think clearly. Just that one blow had her twitch and tremble in place, her body attempting to ease the pain by clutching her stomach yet the chains holding her limbs simply wouldn't budge.

Soon, however, the petite young blonde managed to breathe amidst short, panicked whimpers and desperate gasps for air. "Guh! Huh .. Uhn .." Breathing hurt, more so when Phoebe tried to collect more than shallow breaths, but it could always be worse. She was bound, incapable of getting away from this one's wrath and more was yet to come.

All this time, Phoebe had to gaze up at the ceiling with the Captain roaming about the corners of her eyes, the edges of her vision starting to swim beneath a collection of tears. She didn't fight this, but her every muscle tensed up and relaxed in chaotic intervals, the punishment cast upon her guts more than enough to keep her squirming and hoping for a swift end to this surreal hell her life had become.

Her toes curled up when the sensations began to fade, enough to let her stand among the rattling of chains at least. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, bringing these warm gleaming tears upon heated cheeks that were red with shame. "Do what you must .. I deserve it." This was no time to plead for mercy, not anymore. In truth, Phoebe would've said anything, done anything to make it end if this was but a precursor of things to come. Yet, there was no point to it. The Captain would make her stay aboard the ship a living hell regardless.

Though between all these coughs and staggered breaths Phoebe forced herself to chuckle somewhat breathlessly. "Still .. Losing a man .. to a girl like me .. Wasting days on your search .." Eyes flicked to the monstrous creature, the corners of her lips creased into a grin whilst tears wash over her cheeks, knowing fully well the potential consequences of her comments. "Fafner .. will punish you .. soon enough."

He did as expected, striking her again in the gut as he growled. He had been on the verge of losing his composure but he remembered something, his eyes flickered to the darkness over one of her shoulders.
“I'm not the one that needs to worry about Master Fafner.”

Again he punched her in the gut. “And until he is through with you you shall call him Master.” He moved behind her dipping out of her sight. Soon a vat of cold water had been poured over her head. She could hear the vat dropped on the floor as he discarded it. In short order he attached a cool metallic disc to her temple that attached itself there after she felt a sharp needle-like pain that faded once it was secured.

There seemed to be no working parts to it otherwise. Nor did he explain what it did. She would feel it as a cattle prod was touched to her, not only was the device meant for creatures a lot bigger than her but the disc enhanced the pain further. Even with that prod being on the lowest setting it was intense as he touched her here and there with it. Shoulders and ass seemed to be his main targets.

“You think this is a joke petite one? I will be there when Master Fafner finally ends you. With any luck he will leave that task to me.” Taking a brief brake from shocking her he attached nipple clamps to her then reached up to caress her fingers.

That was when she found that not just pain but all sensations had increased. He did not tarry long walking back into the shadows to get his next tool as those clamps felt like hot knives carving into her, yet at the same time knowing they did little to her actual body and that may have been the point, he couldn't very well pass her on barely alive and yet had the satisfaction of punishing her all the same.

“Now where did I put it … ah, yes, here it is.” Coming out of the shadows he was holding something which he attached to her index fingers. Thumbscrews, or in this case index finger screws, which operated by remote that he trigger shortly after. The tools applying crushing pressure and with that device it felt far worse then the reality of the situation.

“You won't be operating a blaster any time soon, slave.”

He was busy controlling that remote watching the myriad of looks of pain on her features. “What? No smart assed remarks?” He goaded her as he grinned.

She caught onto that glance into the darkness. Were they being observed? She hadn't seen anyone or anything, not that her eyes could pierce the darkness anyway. Sinking his fist into her guts again, then a third time rendered her speechless for the time being. She got busy struggling for air, coughing and gasping amid the tide of sensations washing over her. The cold water had her shudder within her bonds, even spit and sputter given how most ran across her face. She was drenched in it, cold on the outside as her nipples began to stiffen with goosebumps appearing all across the shapely chained woman's petite stature.

Soon thereafter, another device had been affixed to her temple, followed by the realization of what it did when countless electric shocks rushed through her body. The Captain, cattle prod in hand, brought mild shocks against anything between her luscious rear and shoulders, shocks which were light yet felt to her like a far more powerful electric current.

She was jolting in the chains, drifting away from the pain only to be driven into another direction on his every whim. Phoebe had become nothing more than a helpless plaything, a punching bag for him to take his agressions out on and by the time he was finished he could see her nearly going limp, the fight getting sucked out of her with each sharp, throbbing surge of pain he inflicted.

"Y-You .. You sick, crazy bastard .." She barely mustered the words. With enhancements to her every sensation the reason would become all the more obvious. Somewhere beyond these ripe, trembling lips, her tongue began to quake and tingle in orgasmic bliss whereas the rest of her regressed into a persistent state of fright and anguish. As minor a distraction it was, she was thankful for everything to distract her from him and his latest toys. Watching him with the clamps she nearly protested though her voice had been cut off with another cry.

"Ahhhh!" Searing hot blades singed the hard throbbing peaks of her breasts, an illusion which felt real despite the fact Phoebe knew those were no more than a set of nipple clamps meant to sting and excite. She was left there barely balancing her weight on her toes, gaze lowered to the ground in defeat. With each pulsation of blood rushing to these perky cherries her mind had been reminded of the intense sensations he could force upon her, time and time again feeling as though the weight were very slow sinking into her tender flesh.

Worst of all, there was no telling how much of it was truly happening. Since he returned and pressure bore down on her index fingers with his latest torture tools, Phoebe cried out in pure terror. "N-No! Not my hands! Arrgh! Gaahh!" His words and their implications led her to believe her fingers were crushed and useless, the pain alone summoning new tears to burning cheeks.

She couldn't look away, either. There was no blood, not yet, but whatever vile equipment enhanced her sensations made it feel like they were almost done for. She writhed in her restraints, desperate to get away. Her wrist turned and twisted, other digits struggling to try and shove the devices off whilst her index fingers felt as if they were getting crushed ever so slowly.

A grimace of utter distress graced her features, ever distorted by each altered source of pain as her screams echoed off the unseen walls. She really did have nothing to say anymore, not with his threats manifesting themselves in this horrible nightmare. Was he really going to go through with it? What was losing a few fingers as long as she was alive? Phoebe feared the worst though deep within her mind she prayed for this to be over quickly, whatever he intended to do.

“You wouldn't imagine.” The great thing about that neural device was that he could do as he wished without killing her since he needed her alive with little to no marks. It allowed him to use less force but typically he used the same force while the device enhanced torture. He could not risk going all out so this was a good substitute.

He seemed pleased at her distress concerning her fingers that felt as if they were one the precipice of braking. They were not but it would take effort to use them, he deliberately saw to that. Snatching her chin he peered into those eyes.

“I wonder how that altered tongue of yours would handle a piercing.” He allowed her to digest that again moving into the shadows. The back of her thigh would feel as if a knife pierced it instead of the needle that pumped a muscle relaxant into her guaranteeing if she did get loose again it would be hours before she would manage to but up much of a fight.

Then he removed the nipple clamps and thumbscrews. “Still with me? You haven't said much.” He unshackled her drawing her into the darkness and securing her down on a table after which he placed a hood over her head.

A hand teased down her body sweeping over a mound. But it was what the other hand did that would draw even greater attention as he poured water over the hood waterboarding her even as that hand traced down her body.

There were brakes in between more so for him to gather up more water, sometimes for her to catch her breath from that intense feeling of drowning. Another effect to this was getting her to work harder to breath and thus stimulating her tongue even more.

He kept this up for minutes before she heard the door open again. There was some growling, someone barking out something to the captain before departing. “How fortunate for you that play time will have to wait for now.”

The hood was removed and she was unshackled again, scooped up and placed in a box which she soon discovered had been a modified iron maiden. It was set on the floor rather than standing up and the spikes were replaced with needles instead. With the affixed device though even simple needles felt unpleasant.

The was locked in the device long enough for the captain to deal with whatever situation arose now. It seemed like hours before the box was unlocked, this time by Kurgan who took off the neural device. Removing it felt the same as the needles of the iron maiden exiting her and the thing being inserted in the first place.

Now that she could see it better the device looked no different then a coin that attached through means that had been unclear.

“Good news the torture is over. Bad news is I have to get you cleaned up pronto since planet fall will be soon.”

It got worse. Perhaps he was right. She wouldn't imagine the things he might do out of fear, out of the faint slivers of hope they'd never happen. Some were more likely, perhaps, the way he indicated what he'd do to her tongue out of mere curiosity, whether that was a mere tease or a hidden promise or nothing at all. Strangely enough it was an interruption which saved her from this nightmare, her lungs struggling to collect air all along. A few more minutes of waterboarding and he may even have forced her to cum with that wondrous tongue of hers.

Sealed away and left to numerous needles burying themselves into her flesh, teasing her heaving chest with each breath and shifting limbs, Phoebe actually relished the box. At least there was no Captain here, not one portion of his vile visage, his sneering grins and sadistic glints in the depths of his eyes. She was no longer coughing up water, no longer endured the sensations of drowning she'd never wish to endure ever again.

She rested there in that darkness, cold and confining, and every minute stretched on to an even greater time frame for her to suffer through. But, the pain was a constant. She did her best to stay in place, let the flesh get used to the sensation rather than the chaotic mess she'd been forced into whenever that repulsive bastard chose to torture her in other ways.

Seeing Kurgan again actually brought a light smile to her lips. Her eyes hurt at the light cast upon her, the young woman's body aching from one end to the other and yet this was the first moment for her to feel safe again. She'd almost embraced him reflexively, but couldn't. It only felt like hours had passed, but in reality her body still dealt with the muscle relaxant and past torture sessions.

Phoebe let Kurgan help her up and out of the device. She tried making a fist while he removed the neural device, proving how much more difficult it was now. Jolts of pain permeated her hands, in particular those fingers the Captain threatened to crush not too long ago. She'd definitely have trouble handling a blaster again, but it wouldn't be permanent.

She cast a glance onto the neural device shortly after that. An unknown design to her, but the purpose was evident. At least from now on Phoebe would know what to expect from it. That is, if she lived that long to see one again.

"Won't Fafner be there, waiting for our return?" Again, these weren't exactly good news. Staying here was but a temporary reprieve. She fully expected to be punished more, and then some when they got to the Master, maybe even before then if he didn't see to them straight away. There was that stone, the one Aegir needed her to retrieve. Perhaps that'd delay her final moments, or the Captain actually got his wish and had a chance to finish her off himself. For the moment the lovely blonde let Kurgan do as he pleased, let him do his duty lest he get into trouble as well. "Have you done anything about my friend?"

There was no permanent damage, at least not yet. Her body tingled all over where the needles had pierced her and her fingers and nipples ached. Whether it seemed to be more of a mental thing but there was no mistaking the damage that had been inflicted upon her too.

“Master Fafner should be at the planet I understand. We are out of time given your current condition. Your friend will be taken care of when we arrive, with all the attention on you it will be easiest then.”

He scooped her up bringing her to the infirmary where he cleaned her and even dried her off then dressed her in actual cloths that were a bit big in the chest to little surprise.

He even gave her an amber liquid to slowly drink down, assisting her if necessary. A half hour wasn't long enough but she was able to rest a bit before a pair of guards retrieved her, each taking her by an arm and essentially carrying her to one of the hatches of the ship to meet with the captain.

“Your doing a bit better it appears. For now.” He opened the hatch and she and the guards went to exit at whatever spaceport they were at where she saw the tentacled alien standing their waiting.

Green eyes had half a second to process things before hands let her go to fall upon her knees as her guards went sailing back straight off their feet. The captain slapped the close button for the hatch but it did little good, she both saw and heard that hatch being torn away seeing the alien slowly approach and make his way up the landing ramp.

The captain was seized telekinetically and lifted off his feet as he choked clawing at an invisible force before he too was hurled back hard against a bulkhead.

A hand caressed her chin forcing her to look up at the mauve creature. I doubt you found the ride enjoyable but it was all I could arrange in short order.

Aegir assisted her up. The wolves were all still alive, unconscious it appeared. I am aware at what has happened up until that electric shock killed my node. Had he remained silent waiting for a good opportunity or just waiting for some sort of suggestion to conclude? It was hard to say.

You're free now. Gesturing if she peeked outside she would see her ship docked just behind this one. Aegir began to move past, his intentions had to be on the stone.

Sealing her fate with these final steps turned out to be a rather sobering experience. With any luck, Fafner would execute her before long. She embraced death over continuing this existence for the rest of her days. If what the Captain inflicted on her thus far had been nothing but a precursor of things to come, she'd embrace it in the knowledge that her scaly companion would be safe. At the very least she had to take Kurgan's word for it. If she died, she'd never actually know for sure.

None of that mattered anymore. She let it happen. Her struggle came to an end and when that hatch opened there was nothing left to do but to take a deep breath and await the consequences of her actions.

Only, it didn't come to that. Within the blink of an eye the hatch was ripped off the ship's metallic husk and the crew scattered about her, prone and unconscious before long. She blinked at the approaching creature and watched on with hopeful eyes, her stature but a fraction of his even when he helped her up and Phoebe understood what had happened.

His caress had to be the first gentle touch outside of Kurgan's which didn't disgust her to the core though the young woman could only watch and listen as she was nothing but utterly shaken and dumbfounded.

"All you could arrange in short order?" In the grand scheme of things, Phoebe realized a human possessed few things of value, but the question still came to mind as the most pressing one. "You sent them even though you knew what they'd do to me?" Were they really pressed for time or could he not be bothered to wait considering the importance of that stone he'd been looking for? What would be the next available ride anyway? She and the other woman had been waiting three days for the wolves to show up and still had ample supplies left over. Why did it have to be them?

Truth be told, Phoebe didn't have the strength to complain anymore. A deal is a deal and she did her part by spending some time here. These past few days consisted of nothing aside from rough sex, sleep and some rest on the side before repeating it all over again. The sheer shock of actually getting freed was more than enough to sap every remaining bit of strength out of her veins, nearly forcing Phoebe to her knees yet again.

Set aside in favor of his one true goal, Phoebe looked on without much more than a deafening silence lulling her in a state of calm. She let him pass without another word. Standing here, alive and free once again had been as sublime as it was surreal. A few moments ago the possibility of death lingered in the back of her head, the tension alone nearly forcing her young heart to give out. Now, there was nothing. She could've sworn her entire system began to short circuit when it wasn't Fafner to welcome her on the planet, but Aegir.

Since the first time in months, the taste of freedom was hers again. She had no objectives, no errands to run in order to obtain it. Her ship was here, along with her captors, an unconscious heap of flesh for her to gaze upon. In the end her emotions flatlined though one emerged amongst the tide of sensations washing over her right then and there.

The weakened woman shuddered with revulsion. She didn't care that clenching a fist hurt, let alone how much effort hurling her foot at the Captain required. She was out of it, tears streaking her cheeks along with shed drops on the ground whilst countless blows cracked down on that despicable visage without stopping. Phoebe cried out with each frenzied attack, constantly spurred on by a thirst for violence which could never be sated.

She was put through the wringer over and over again, raped for hours on end and then some until there was nothing left. Those were just the last few days, not the months before. She could still feel him. Whenever memories involving the Captain came to mind, that huge phallus sheathing itself balls deep into her precious depths sent sparks of psychic agony throughout her body. This one violated her, tortured her and wanted her dead by the end of whatever Fafner would have in store for the likes of her. A hatred more genuine didn't exist, and that went both ways.

A lack of proper footwear did her little good. There was blood, whether his or hers or coming from both. All the shapely blonde vixen knew was that her foot ached and throbbed, and the signs of her assault were more than obvious. She may not be able to kill him this way, but the satisfaction of watching the bastard bleed had been absolutely divine. Soon, however, she was too exhausted to carry on.

She broke down, crying. The cold metal surface had been met by her knees, along with the rest of her when Phoebe bent over into one trembling, miserable pile of suffering, sobbing pitifully and utterly broken at last. It took her a while to calm down enough to at least keep herself from breaking down any further, minutes even, but then the thought struck her that these guys weren't going to be out of it forever. "Kurgan." She uttered the name into hands covering her eyes, slowly lowering them to unveil her tear stricken features.

Whatever arrangements he made, or was about to make considering they were likely unaware of recent developments, perhaps Phoebe could get to him and her fellow slave in time. She was free now. She didn't have to face this newfound freedom alone. They had a fair degree of wealth available on that one asteroid, along with equipment to not be quite as hopeless as an ordinary human would be in her place.

Returning to the Directorate had been no immediate concern, not yet anyway. For all the ADD knew, she was missing in action and likely abandoned, just like the human slaves she'd encountered in Vespira's care and Fafner's acquisitions. She cared for Cece, perhaps even Starla to some degree, but looking at other enslaved agents her superiors could go to fucking hell.

At least for now, Phoebe tried to heave herself off the ground and wipe off those hot tears with a sleeve. She had to find Kurgan and went back to the med bay at first. There was no telling how long these wolves would be out of it. There were weapons in the Captain's quarters, at least they were before the wolves captured her once more. She might also replace the spacesuit that was lost and perhaps add a few more to her collection if they had the time. With any luck she could stock up in time though messing up her right foot made things a bit more challenging.

Only a dare devil or someone with motive would venture into that asteroid belt. Finding a dare devil with the right level of piloting skills would have taken far too long for my tastes. Fooling the wolves was quicker, they were cautious given my suggestions, unaware that Fafner was not even waiting for them nor sent them in the first place.

His mental manipulation had been that great? He moved into the ship leaving her with the captain to vent out her anger and frustrations. She could hear the distant commotion, the sounds of battle had been faint and brief as Aegir moved through the ship. Given how easily he dealt with these three she doubted that the rest of the crew but up much of a fight.

Hobbling down to the infirmary after composing herself somewhat she arrived at her destination prior to Aegir getting here.

A surprised Kurgan gazed at her, seeing that she was free of her guards yet had no weapons he had been caught up in imagining what had happened but saw her foot and dismissed all thoughts. He focused on the wound helping her sit upon the edge of the bed while he treated it.

“What happened?” Filled in he gave her a slow nod. She could see her companion ready to go in the other bed here, they were likely timing her escape. The lizard woman said nothing just listening to the pair.

“Next time kick with the shin, not the foot. Too many smaller bones in the foot, it's more fragile. A bit of advice that he knew given the warrior culture of his people. “But I bet it felt good never the less.”

Before long the abrasions on her foot had been coated in salves and dulled feeling tingly as if it fell asleep. Kurgan had been about to give her some instruction when the door opened again catching Kurgan by surprised again. Fafner popped to mind yet he was aware that this entity was different, larger for one and a different shade of color.

The tentacled creature scanned the room and slithered in. One of those tentacles had been wrapped about the stone that she had been sent to retrieve. It is time to go.

A tentacle wrapped about her waist helping her to the floor and offering her a crutch more or less to walk by. He was near the door glancing back to the others. Coming? They followed and soon they returned to the hatch. The wolves were arranged differently on the floor indicating he past this way again and had to deal with them again.

You do not need your fingers to fire a blaster. Aegir gazed at her then one of the guards was pulled up telekinetically, his head was snapped and the body dropped to the floor. See? You may not be capable of that yet but can deal with these two if you want, smothering them or the like. Or we can just get you to your ship. That's up to you.

Reduced to a hobble and on the last few threads of sanity and strength, getting to the infirmary was a true blessing. She had her aches seen to there, found her companion and Kurgan at the same time. Soon they were filled in on the ship waiting for them among other events, but they wouldn't be alone for long.

She was helped up by Aegir who retrieved the stone and now helped them on the way out. It appeared he had no trouble getting through the ship whatsoever, disposing whatever resistance came his way though oddly enough he was the one invading and tossed these wolves about like toys. They were no match for him. As long as they remained in his presence, there was nothing to fear. She said nothing as they stepped out on the landing ramp, one snapped neck forcing her to wince though the offer to tend to one of these three couldn't be passed up. She recognized the Captain from here, whatever was left of him, and if her assault didn't kill him these next few moments certainly would.

Sinking back down on her knees once again offered more than it ever did. She looked on whilst the Captain breathed, gentle hands digging into him when the former slave shuffled closer to her intended target with a light groan given how much she'd exerted herself that day. Seeing him now had been rather amusing nonetheless, considering how even kneeling left her higher above the ground than the lowly, sadistic heap of scum that he was.

She could feel her mouth curve into a smile, but only briefly. She was no cruel woman. Temperamental, perhaps, but there was no honor in killing him. A desire, maybe, a certain pleasure conjured by the thought he'd never get to lay his hands on another slave in the same manner. This one couldn't be permitted to live, not after everything that happened.

Though her thoughts wandered to the lizard woman for a moment and how to explain everything afterwards, Phoebe put these concerns to rest once her good hand pressed to his muscle and smothered him. There was no shame in ridding the world of evil. She was too exhausted to show much enthusiasm for the task at hand either, but it had to be done. No words were spoken the entire time. It'd be minutes before the pressure of her fingers began to subside. The only regret Phoebe had about doing this was his consciousness drifted away without her looking him in the eyes, the same despicable orbs that once harbored a sea worth of cruel fantasies and were now devoid of all life.

Soon thereafter, Phoebe crawled back to Aegir's tentacle in the hopes of receiving his help again before long. It intrigued her, to say the least. Since he had what he came for, there was no reason for him to be here. He owed her nothing but some rock imbued with powers which eluded her senses. Someone this powerful didn't need to offer help to another, especially a human who fulfilled her part of their little arrangement and likely was of no further use. Though now that business had been concluded on most fronts, there was a bit of time left to converse while they proceeded down the ramp toward her ship.

Aegir himself didn't reach the planet by ship, that much was certain from previous conversations between the two of them. There had to be one of those stone circles or something similar here, not that it meant much to her though his words certainly did. She had a talent, unpolished and amateurish at the time, but it was there.

There'd be no challenge in recognizing her thoughts as soon as they surfaced though just to be sure Phoebe voiced them out loud. With the node dead once and for all, it was better to stick to the basics despite the tingling sensations it cast upon her entire mouth. She gazed at him, the seven foot tall, slithering mauve mass beside her. "Suppose this means goodbye .. You believe I may be capable of doing what you did to that guard back there?"

That tentacle responded to her presence assisting her up to her feet and allowing her to lean against him as they exited the vessel. She may have even noted him squinting a bit in the brighter illumination. The port was busy with various aliens, humans and even droids going about but none paid them any mind.

On the short jaunt to her ship that had been close by he stopped as she voiced her question then glanced back toward the other vessel as if to indicate the captain prior to gazing at her with those white pupil-less eyes.

[color=#FF0000]Oh, yes. In time. Years perhaps. Like all things it takes practice. And no, not yet. In such a hurry to get rid of me? The last part a bit of humor. In your state I doubt you could hold onto your newfound freedom for long.

He brought her aboard her ship, the others following as he lead her to the infirmary laying her down. Fortunately I do not stick just to the letter of my arrangements. Once you have recovered I will depart, as much as I disdain travel by these methods I am no stranger to it.

Kurgan was already looking over the medical supplies her while her lizard companion stood silently by. With the node being dead your body while absorb it naturally. You, come here. He indicated to the lizard touching a tentacle to her forehead and another to Phoebe. The touch was cool but other than that she did not remark on anything special.

Now go, and the lizard left after a nod. In short order she would feel the ship taking off while Kurgan treated her, there was not much else he could do for her foot other then rest and recommending she stayed off it as much as she could but free from those time constraints he had more time to focus on her fingers.

“As for most of the damage inflicted by the neuralizer you'll recover from that in a few days. I've give you what I could to dull the pain as much as possible, particularly those fingers.”

That seen to Aegir slithered a bit closer. Despite what you believe you may still be useful in the future. Not likely but possible. The more individuals out there the greater possibilities in getting new leads but that is neither here nor there. You can get back to that site? If so know that I do not care for anything there … perhaps just the pedestal that this goes into but I already possess several of those. It is just one of many caches that one culture or another.

Since you will be here for some time you may as well focus on those medical tools over there getting them to move with your limited abilities. Train your mind to do what you can do now for longer stretches of time. Building up stamina is the prerequisite for everything that follows.

Sending the lizard woman off with their departure occurring soon thereafter, Phoebe gathered he must've passed on pilot's knowledge from her mind to the other. It required no more than a few seconds, but even then there was no room for her to be unimpressed. She'd never be anything close to Aegir considering telepathy eluded her senses. Still, there was greater emphasis on honing her skills from now on, a talent she'd neglected and could've made ample use of over these past few months of enduring slavery. Perhaps her stay would've been much shorter.

She flashed a smile at the white wolf. "Thank you, Kurgan. I'll be careful." Anything helped in that regard. A dull throbbing ache had been all that's left in her fingers for now. Thankfully, the Captain didn't have permission to ruin her to his liking or they may have been crushed for real, but that was in the past now. There was no need to place any further pressure on her body. She had no need to move anywhere anytime soon, not with them heading off the planet and into the unknown once again. She was free now, free to heal and rest while contemplating her next step.

Since using her mouth provided grounds for overwhelming arousal in no time, her thoughts were what relayed responses to the telepath more so than anything else. She glanced at him nonetheless, eyes drifting up to meet these milky white orbs. "Perhaps I'll head back there. Soon enough, I'd bet. You're free to take the pedestal. We could use everything else down there, really. Aside from this ship, we don't really have anything. Supplies and weapons will always come in handy."

"Personally, I'd load up whatever we can carry and look for a safe place to stay. I've had enough excitement for now, but I'm only human. I'm aware there aren't many places to go, if any that are close by." She let her gaze flicker to Kurgan for a moment. "I'm not even sure if they'll stay with me. Getting away was never much of an option before. At least Kurgan may have plans for the future, but I'll be thinking about it for a while."

Soft green eyes scan Aegir from head to toe for a moment, then flicker toward the tools he'd mentioned before. "I'll still be eternally grateful for what you've done. I don't care how important that stone is to you. I owe you everything I could ever have. If you want me to keep an eye out for others in the future, then I'll do just that." She could feel her lips crease into a smile, but not for long, as if they were afraid to accept the reality of the situation quite yet though the joy of being free would've been overwhelming if not for her weary body. "But don't you dare tell me what's up with that stone of yours. I don't want any more trouble with you telepaths." She added teasingly.

Soon, the shapely young blonde focused on moving these tools, starting with one of the more rounded objects that'd be easier to keep in motion once the first step had been completed. She was anything but recovered and returned to the basics after months of neglecting her abilities. She'd be lucky to even get things rolling. Perhaps some progress could be made before she drifted off to sleep once more. Though she wasn't up for long, Phoebe felt as if she never truly rested in quite a while.

Alternatively you could use that asteroid as a hideout. The guardian has been dealt with by the wolves and you yourself got rid of the telepath there. Only those on this vessel know of the location of the place.

He paused in reflection. However, those slavers were operating near there so it is not without some risk. However, bringing things there to liven the place up a bit could suit you well.

He flicked his gaze to the stone, his mouth tendrils dancing in what passed as a grin. This thing? It does have some uses that I was only made aware of recently, not that it would do me any good it is something to consider. Knew things are so rare these days.

He shook his head when she mentioned owing him. A deal is a deal, the stone was recovered and on the ship you were forced on but I was certain it would not remain in your possession. At the same time I knew it would be on the ship. But you are welcome and if you hear about these other stones I will follow up on such leads when you tell me.

She was left to her exercises until sleep overtook her. On her own ship there was an abundance of clothes that Kurgan was all to happy changing her into as well as giving her sponge paths.

While the ship lacked a direction at the moment it placed distance between that planet. Her lizard companion even had a set of skills, at least basic enough, to operate the craft. Given the length of time she was in the infirmary those skills may have been permanent, it was hard to say, and even if they did fade it should be easier to reinforce them to make her a competent co-pilot.

Provided that Kurgan stayed she even had a medic but that had been something to consider after she was in a better state. Aegir checked in on her from time to time, a tentacle always clutching that stone rather then setting it down someplace.

His interests had been on her development. I possess just a hint of clairvoyant ability so I doubt that you could open up locks, at least I need to see something to affect it. It took me quite a while to visualize the internal mechanisms of a lock but that is all I can do with clairvoyance if you count that.

You may be capable of opening locks yourself one day, but not soon. First the basics. You will have to continue with these exercises, half an hour a day or so. I have this.

He revealed a gem encrusted naval piercing of an anchor similar to the one she had. It has a homing device you can activate by pressing this stone here and deactivating it by pressing the same stone. The range is good, covers a sector of space and if you ever activate it I'll know you discovered more information.

Generally I do not use tech if it can be helped but the alternative would be another node, which wouldn't be capable of existing in you until the last is completely broken down,

First order of business get use to using your telekinetic abilities again, then decide on your next course of action. He turned over the piercing. Tomorrow I shall depart, you are well enough, correct?

Progress had been rather slow, but that was to be expected. Phoebe exerted her senses over time just nudging an object where even these slightest movements were barely seen by the naked eye. She'd neglected doing this for months on end and getting set back proved incredibly frustrating, but there was no need to dwell on that now. Aegir offered some advice in that regard, and who better to guide her than a full fledged telepath?

She remained in bed for a long time. Kurgan often broke the routine with baths and changing her clothes though that didn't mean Phoebe didn't offer special thanks once or twice along the way. It became easier to move eventually, enough to indulge a little if he was interested though there were other matters to consider beyond that, of course.

The universe was a vast place. Somewhere, even Phoebe may find a new purpose without having to fear being preyed upon all day. Since humans tended to be among the lowest of the low, but managed to survive as rogue agents and escaped slaves anyway, it certainly wasn't impossible. She had to make a living somehow and possessed skills that'd prove useful in the long run. It'd be difficult at first, but in due time there were bound to be results. At least she had the advantage of a ship and crew, more or less, along with supplies to last her until such favorable times arrive.

When Aegir came by again, Phoebe's eyes widened at the offered piercing. If he wasn't capable of scanning her memories she may have been shocked a bit more. She hadn't seen her old anchor for months, not that it'd ever be found again, and the sight brought at least some measure of glee to her senses. A hand reached up, palm facing up for the wonderful piece to fall into. She had a closer look shortly after, scanning it from one end to the other with a mild smile. "It's beautiful. Thank you. I'll need someone who can help me out with that before wearing it though."

Not wearing one for months gave her body a chance to restore skin where it once went hence Kurgan might be of some use in that regard. She let the matter rest once Aegir announced he'd be leaving the next day and nodded in response. "I'll be fine. I doubt it'll be more than a few days before I can walk around freely once again."

Though in the end there was something he may be able to assist her with, especially given the extent of the alterations throughout her mouth. Without a doubt it'd spice things up in the bedroom for years to come, but that didn't mean she'd fancy suffering the effects whenever she desired to speak like a normal human being. She raised a hand to point at her lips, parting them slightly to make sure he understood though he probably gathered that from her thoughts already. "You wouldn't happen to have some psychic power that could help with this, would you?"

Kurgan did take the opportunity to please her on occasion. He kept things as light as possible given her state currently refusing to hinder her recovery any. He checked in on her often throughout her recovery but she was left to practice her telekinesis and free to experience other entertainment such as music of vids through the use of the computer her as accessed by the ship's extensive library.

When Aegir arrived and supplied her with that anchor he gazed at her navel knowing full well that she had recovered from the piercing but realizing that was an easy fix if she chose to wear it. Not sure that she would ever activate the homing device he left that for her to decide if she ever did find out anything about other stones or found herself in a jam.

You are welcome. It is a rather small trinket given all that you have seen thus far. I captured that image of having one when we first met and generated the idea if you were successful in acquiring the stone then you may be useful in the future and since I was going to remove that node there would be no way to find you. Of course the captain killed it, that was the last status update I received not all that many hours before encountering you again.

He gazed at her lips and drank in her question. Psychic? No, not really. In my presence I could suppress those alterations by adjusting the chemical reactions in your brain but I would have to make those adjustments constantly, which isn't too much of a problem. But they would return as soon as I left. I do have a smattering of medical knowledge, it is easy for me to acquire information.

However, there is little in the way of medicine I need to know so I haven't bothered amassing much of it. Judging by the reactions in your mind the best I could do is point you to a temporary solution. It would take more research to fix it, if there is even a way. I doubt the originator of the technique had reversing the process in mind.

Anything that would impair an aphrodisiac should mitigate or at least lessen the effect. Learning telepathy would help too but you are a long ways from that, if your skills in lay there. Your affinity is with telekinesis and while it is not impossible to learn other disciplines it is uncommon for humans to amass more then one or two things. Frankly your species doesn't live long enough. A rare talented few possess the gift. Sometimes it just unlocks itself with practice with something unrelated.

He brought a finger to her lips smoothly rubbing against them. You did mean a means of combating this correct? I have ways to address it psychically.

When he drew his finger away there still was a slight pressure tracing against them. An invisible force pressed against her lips, a force that felt as solid as a tentacle. He slowly inserted it into her mouth allowing her to feel that sensation as it brushed slowly over her tongue. Something like that can be done quite easily. In time you may even be able to do this yourself but I doubt you will ever need to when there's an entire avenue of toys and other objects at your disposal.