Insatiable creatures fed upon her wares for months on end, often without interruption or the thorough care of her fellow servants and captors, but not even they could fully take the enjoyment out of such intimate acts. Kurgan treated her to a feast of her own, leaving her muscles numb and blissed out features beaded with sweat. Supple limbs melted in his touch, trembling in the aftermaths of her mind numbing climax while their every ounce of strength had been stripped away little by little, but there wasn't much room for a recovery when the wolf kept her on that high, first drawing it out then prolonging her torment with all the more exotic toys.

His words echoed like the continued waves of carnal delight lapping up against her body and mind. One object drilled deeper into the blonde's clenching ass with a mere twist, secured by her muscles whether Phoebe wished to push it in or out any further. Weary flesh could do little to fight it when perky breasts heaved with renewed whimpers and gasps, bringing more attention unto her sensitive tongue before the ghosts of the past reigned over her being once more.

Kurgan's kind toyed with her, trained her with similar entities as the ones squirming inside her now. Though far from intolerable compared to her treatments in the past, he'd be hard pressed to keep her cries from echoing in his ears for quite some time.

She writhed on the bed, contorting whatever sheets and pillows had been set down on the surface. Sleep had been far from her mind despite her desire to rest and recover. Their trip through town, the constant denial of her cravings and their eventual fulfillment took it out of her, but not even a sleep deprived Phoebe could hope to succumb to darkness immediately when numerous sources of stimulation remained even now.

An intense heat rippled throughout her being, fueled by each heartbeat bringing more hot blood to her every aching cell. She was burning up, lightly twisting this way and that whilst her head lolled aimlessly with each moment of attention cast upon her trembling form. An arm settled upon her forehead, covering fluttering eyelids and the glassy orbs underneath. Thighs rubbed together through the haze her addled mind fell into, only making her tingling nethers ache more whilst the slug dragged against her spasming velvety folds.

Phoebe ended up openly drooling from both sets of lips if Kurgan chose not to intervene. All efforts to construct a coherent thought about concluding matters went nowhere. After staying away from these sensations for such a long time, her needy flesh craved more. She wouldn't be needed for the flight in their pursuit of whatever medical supplies Kurgan required for the upcoming operation anyway. Viyron knew enough to take over for some time and the ship's computer could handle the rest. She wouldn't be going anywhere once the doctor was finished with her poor exhausted self. After all, they could all use a break to collect themselves before focusing on the task at hand.

Her cries made it difficult at times to concentrate, still Kurgan remained nearby until she was incoherent. The toys had been removed and she was cleaned up, dressed and placed in bed after taking care of the slug inside her. Only then was he able to comprehend and retain the knowledge that he read.

The following days had been a repeat though on those occasions he had busied himself with the task on hand working to thwart the microbes they would encounter then getting things set up on the ship. For the most part he allowed her to rest after exhausting her knowing that when things were underway she would once again have to hold out for as long as possible.

As long as she did not seek to stop the cycle it continued like that until things had been ready. There was no need to trouble her or force her to endure when there was no need to. Only after making a batch of his latest serum did he return to her naked form.

A pleased grin came over his features as fingers skimmed over a breast. Pinching and curling the nipple he bent down licking it with that tongue of his. Naturally he would love to play with her but kept himself in check for now.

“We are close to arriving. Are you?” He rubbed her clit as he said this. “No hurry. I have prepared something to help a bit while down on the planet. It should clear your head for a bit. You'd need to get cleaned, dressed and armed. Again, no rush there. You may want to catch your breath some before heading down too. I've already instructed Viyron to use one of the planets moons to hide out at until you are ready.”

He stated while rubbing her clit and a breast all the while. Chances were good that he would have to repeat himself later but for now he did not worry about it.

Their upcoming venture into the unknown made the choice for her. Stalling relief on the futile prospect of mastering her altered self turned the blonde's most recent trip into an unnecessary albeit prolonged state of discomfort. She found there'd be no point to try and endure her growing thirst for attention until the whole stone business had been concluded. The answer to her needs remained a simple one until then. Indulge when you can, not when you must, and for the time being her body desired a feast for the senses.

An interruption was nowhere to be found, neither with regards to her cycle of torment nor the wolf's research. She'd have longed for a more physical connection between the two, but her body had been reduced to a whimpering, quivering heap without it time and time again. By the time it was over her then hazy, glazed over eyes filled with tears, running along hot flushed cheeks though nothing exhibited her fondness for overwhelming bliss more than sheepish pleas for the continuation of these sessions whenever she recovered from the most recent barrage of erotic torture.

When he came to announce his progress, Kurgan found her in the same delightful state. Sweat beaded up across her curvatures, licking wondrous supple flesh until the doctor's tongue lapped up against the perky globes of her chest. Inner muscles tensed and convulsedviolently, another orgasm ripping through the young woman though by now her reserves had been almost entirely exhausted.

„Huuhhnn ..“ Dull eyes stared blankly ahead, weary and unfocused, leaving him to ponder whether Phoebe registered anything at all beyond the touch sweeping over that engorged bundle of nerves, pulsing feverishly beneath each rub that had her toes curl and worn out flesh squirm and shudder. Her drooling flower made a mess of the bed below, drenching both it and meekly spasming thighs with the most recent release's aftermaths rolling through her with mind numbing efficiency.

Another recovery would likely see her back in action though for the moment Phoebe was in no condition to grasp the meaning of whatever reached her ears. All her world had become was a dull, yet sweltering series of waves comprised of pure ecstasy, pounding her consciousness for as long as the stimulation continued.

The reactions were incredible. Of course there had been a time to play and time for action. For now they were set down on that moon and they were in no rush. She needed some time any way but for now he took away her toys setting them down on a table.

Afterward he held her legs apart, feasting on her soaked flower, licking her slit numerous times then driving his tongue into her core wiggling it in her. From his simple actions earlier he knew it wouldn't be long before he had a reaction out of her.

Even still he had some time at hand. Using his tongue he rubbed her clit a few times until he set her off. Next he used his fingers curling them inside her in half circles. His tempo altered, slow then fast only to go slow once again. He continuously mixed it up continuing until she could take no more.

After which he scooped her up taking her to a tube after drawing a warm bath for her. While she was out of it he bathed her then left her there. While she soaked he did a little more work, double checked his figures then the microbe scrubber he had installed.

Once that had been finished he went to her bed chamber, searched through some of her clothing for a simple dark purple jump suit and a few other simple effects, boots, gloves, a utility belt with several small pouches.

He didn't bother with weapons figuring that she would be better suited in knowing what she would need. Instead he grabbed a few things from his lab and returned to the bath where he sat at the edge of the bath after setting her things down on the toilet.

He waited a few minutes for her to regain consciousness then he left her there figuring that she was going to need far more time. He then returned to his lab doing a few more things while she was still out.

She never had a moment to think clearly. Phoebe's current reality mimicked a fever dream. A rollercoaster of licks and strokes had been set upon her, chipping away at the woman's sanity until darkness claimed her once more. The throes of passion wreaked havoc on her senses from start to finish. She had no recollection of everything that took place, but the tingly sweeps rippling through her body left little to the imagination.

Only the warm water embraced her upon rousing from slumber. Steady breaths lifted her soaked chest into cooler air while weary glances explored her surroundings, taking a moment to fully realize where she was after days of much the same erotic bliss absorbing her nearly every coherent thought. Satisfaction bubbled up within her core for the first time in a long while, and finding clothes prepared for her put a light smile on her features. It seemed her streak of carnal thirst ground to a halt at the right time.

Trails of glistening beads rounded her many unblemished charms upon rising from the bath before getting dried off with a towel. Soon thereafter, she slipped into what had been laid out for her. Snug sections around ample hips were in contrast to comfortable fabric wrapping around her petite bosom, but form fitting enough to accentuate her bosom's delicate curvatures. Stretching a bit in her newfound coherent state, features flushed just slightly with the added tightness clinging to her luscious rear similar to a pair of hands digging into the plush nature of her cheeks.

Afterwards, Phoebe headed out of the bath to collect a few more things. A few essentials, then something to help her out when faced with conflict in the outside world. She traveled in light gear and her blaster should do, along with a blend of flash and gas grenades if the situation got ugly. A variety of climbing gear didn't sound too bad yet with the microbes eating all things metal it probably wouldn't last long.

Admittedly, her gloves would've been preferable to blasters given her small stature, but they were long lost to her former captors. Shredded or taken away when she was already beaten, it's been too long for Phoebe to remember. She couldn't help but shake her head with a scoff at the reminder who handed them to her. They had to be the one thing the ADD got right.

Some agents were genuinely good people fighting for the right cause, but under horribly lethargic leadership. Many months in captivity, along with numerous human females sentenced to a lifetime of guzzling drugs and getting milked like cattle while others loved nothing more than break their fellow agent down for a chance to ride their owner's cock, showed the organization failed almost everywhere. She never looked back and was better off for it. A more fulfilling cause had been waiting for her at the end of that nightmare.

Another good thing coming her way had to be the one she tried sneaking up on though the wolf's ears likely picked up on her steps long before Phoebe ruffled the top of his head a little. „Hey there.“ She announced in a playful fashion before rounding Kurgan in a leisurely fashion, hips swaying a bit more deliberately than usual to show off what he chose for her to wear for the task ahead.

„Thanks for taking such good care of me.“ A smile graced her features as she leaned back against a table, hands brought down on the edge for some added balance. „At this rate I'd better start paying you for all the work you've been doing around here.“ Her tongue tingled a bit with each word yet it was nowhere near blinding desire at that point. She'd feasted enough to last a while without tending to those needs which would be all that was needed for the hours to come.

Indeed Kurgan had been aware of her stopping his reading of some medical journal to gaze at her taking in her wares. He grinned at her.

“I'm not with the others. Basic needs are meant and I get payment in other fashions,” he grinned but knew such things could wait for now. It was time to deal with matters at hand. Fishing a piece of wrapped candy out of his pocket he handed it to her.

“Unfortunately Viryon had a little mishap that I had to tidy up. It's OK she's alright. Suffice it to say that was the only piece I was able to finish. It should quell any temptations for half an hour or so if they get too bad. Oh, and if they get too bad you might want this.”

He took the pacifier toy out of his pocket offering it up too. If things got out of hand could oral satisfaction clear her head enough to get things done? Kurgan went over some last minute details with her. The microbes shouldn't cause too much trouble if she were quick enough.

They had set down on the planet and would retreat to the moon to limit the effects of the microbes on the ship until she called for an extraction or set a rendezvous. Kurgan recommended both in the even that any communication equipment she brought got damaged. That point would be the same area that they let her off at.

She should have the advantage in the beginning due to the nature of the planet and the microbes it was unlikely that they would have anything but primitive weapons of the sort that the microbes would feast upon.

Where she was let out was rocky terrain. There was a fog her that was thick and Kurgan had pinpoint only one energy source on the planet that he disclosed to her. On the surface this looked like it would be easy but was anything such?

The planet was a little cooler than expected. The rocks, however, were warm to the touch. Outside of that the stone had no remarkable properties.

As she got closer to the energy source she heard movement. It sounded as if a biped creature was moving nearby though without any real sense of urgency so it was unlikely that she had been detected thus far.

The fog hide her for now though she had climbing equipment to assist her in getting higher with all these ridges the rocky terrain was a natural maze work. She had options attempting to avoid however this was or even following them. At the stage she was pretty close to her destination too so following this person back probably wouldn't help much.

She could take out the individual too in order to lessen whatever defenses these people had.

On the surface, the whole operation looked and, at least thus far, played out like a piece of cake. They got down, dropped her off and departed from the planet while the young blonde made her move on the primary target. Nothing extraordinary occurred along the way and the climate turned out to be strangely agreeable. An earpiece allowed her to stay in contact with Kurgan though a device strapped to her wrist marked the energy source in case of equipment failure. She had to remind herself time was of the essence as the metal eating microbes were bound to eat their way through her gear eventually.

Initially, Phoebe chose to follow the natural maze. The fog masked her movements well enough. She could make out enough of the path ahead to move about without hindrance and hiding in an emergency wouldn't be too much of a challenge either. Resistance in any shape or form had been lacking from the place and there was little to be concerned about until Phoebe registered movement up ahead.

She opted to avoid contact with the locals for as long as possible. Scanners and other technologically advanced marvels were nowhere to be seen, an observation unlikely to the subject of change. There was no need to knock one out with a stun blast or kill them outright. If they never knew she was even there, then all the better. Unconscious or dead bodies would only make things more difficult further down the line. There really weren't a lot of cultists around from what she could gather, but one could never be too careful when it came to stealing one of their precious tomes.

Scaling one of the many ridges hopefully yielded positive resulsts in eluding detection. With any luck it'd allow her to surface from the fog for a better view of the environment as well. She'd survey the landscape for structures and map out potential paths through the chaotic blend of trails and rocky elevations unfolding before her. Staying up here exposed her to the naked eye, however, and Phoebe didn't mean to remain for long. At least in the fog those cultists still had to locate her though even the former agent had trouble hearing her own footsteps which should make things difficult for them.

Kurgan's candy wound up in her mouth once the unseen creature's steps became all the more distant. Now would be the best time for it. She couldn't afford a distraction as more and more lifeforms were around, not to mention unwrapping it may arouse unwanted attention. Half an hour without distractions should be more than enough, especially as initial exertion was starting to force the frequency of her breaths to pick up.

One last look to the device on her wrist and Phoebe descended back into the fog. She'd listen for hints of another creature nearby, then pressed the advantage of being undetected and close to what appeared to be her destination. It wouldn't be long now as she moved on, ears perked up for the unexpected along the way.

From her elevated position she could see the top of the maze work of stone pillars and ledges. She could see a cave in the distance where the energy signatures were emanating from too. The cave would require a fair bit of climbing to reach and from this distance it looked like there was a ladder to access it from the foggy terrain below.

Whoever, or whatever, had been down there was large. She didn't get much more than a shadowy form that paused below for a moment before moving on. The cultist, assuming that was a cultist, had been alone.

Popping her candy and proceeding along after her descent she encountered noting else in that fog as she made her way on. When she got to that ladder she found that it was a rope ladder fashioned from simple rope and bone. Animal bone was what she hoped.

The ladder went up to that cave which had illumination in the form of torches on the wall. There was a breeze from farther in the cave so there must have been another way out of there. Canting could be heard in the cave too. It was tough to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from but it sounded distant at first.

The deeper into the cave she moved the louder that sound. It wasn't in any language she had been familiar with though it sounded like some sort of mantra that was being repeated again and again. There were no other guards or traps so far that she had been aware of as she crept about.

The place was large and she was getting a better idea where the sounds were coming from as she continued. But the caves were a little confusing as well branching off this way and that. From the smell of it she found the chamber that they used to store trash and waste. Another held a pool with water running down one of the walls from above. There had to a body of water above her.

She even came across a sleeping chamber. There were about a dozen beds, all consisting of furs heaped up. There were some personal affects here, wooden whittled sculptures, cloaks, some staffs, though all in all nothing of any real value. Most importantly there was no book.

The candy had nearly dissolved in her mouth by the time she discovered a private chamber. It looked as if only a single individual used this room. Some personal effects were kept here as well as a barrel of some sort of alcohol.

Something was approaching now in the various corridors that spanned these caves. It was hard to tell if they were coming here or one of the nearby chambers. The sound wasn't the echo of feet either, more like a clicking sound that had been approaching at what she guessed was a leisurely pace.

Of course staying put she would have learned the answers to her questions, perhaps even the hard way. Leaving may not have been much better either since they could be heading to one of the other chambers too and she could get discovered moving around to the wrong spot so it was definitely hard to say which was the best option here.

„Near-human, huh?“ That thing moving in the fog, whatever it was, certainly lingered on her mind for a short while. „I'm starting to think Va'cha hasn't been entirely honest with me.“ Judging from size alone, they wouldn't even need technology to crush her with ease. Why, that creature didn't have to be a cultist either. Perhaps they kept something similar to guard dogs, or the cultists weren't all members of the same species. In any case, nothing was quite as sobering as coming across her first alien specimen on the planet.

Up the ladder she went. She half expected the cultists to erect their dwellings on the surface, but molding these caves to their liking was no less impressive. Unfortunately there was little time to halt and observe, not with the distant chanting reminding the young woman of her purpose here. Surprisingly enough, neither traps nor obstacles stopped her along the way. Nothing except for the branching paths made maneuvering the place even remotely difficult. This really was nothing short of a walk in the park.

Living quarters, waste disposal, all these were easy to find yet looking through them yielded no desirable results. She would've felt more comfortable finding the cultists and the place their chanting came from before anything else, but that couldn't be helped now. Searching the area was disappointing still, as there were no tomes to be found in these sparsely equipped rooms.

„Just more of the same, which is nothing at all.“ She blew a sigh of frustration, albeit a quiet one while digging through the beds in hopes of finding hidden goods in them. The last individual chamber was just as disappointing. She'd hoped it may belong to the head of the operation and contain more precious wares, but that was a futile line of thought. „Doesn't even have anything worth stealing, to be honest .. Should've headed for the chanting in the first place. Cultists and their holy books aren't easily parted.“

Before the intruder had a chance to move on, however, Phoebe noticed the clicking sound drawing closer by the second. What was that? Someone walking on heels? Some form of centipede? She never got a good look at anyone or anything on the planet other than that shadowy form before, something that seemed quite massive back then. It could be anything. Whether it wandered the caves to simply get somewhere or tracked her by scent, that was something to consider as well. She plunged deep into hostile territory and chances were her success thus far led to a false sense of security.

The lovely blonde unsheathed her blaster. With but one flick of a switch the device had been set to stun. Her suit adhered now tense curvatures, seemingly constricting about her voluptuous stature when her heart began to race. It tightened about her chest with every breath, gripping it though her breaths were all the more frantic at the prospect of being discovered.

Where could the unseen creature be headed? The room she was in was used by a single individual. At least it looked that way. She had trouble trying to gauge whether the specimen was unique among the cultists and therefore utilized the chamber, was merely passing by or headed for one of the other rooms. The pressure was maddening yet Phoebe had to make a choice. Seeking a different chamber out now would've been too risky given how close those sounds were and the echo kept her guessing as to whether there'd be enough time to slip back outside undetected.

„Ah, screw it.“ As there was no bed to hide under, seeing as a pile of furs would only make her part of the mattress if anyone decided to lie down, there weren't a whole lot of alternatives. She darted across the chamber and cowered behind the barrel in the room, thinking it may be enough to conceal her from any passerbys coming through the caves. Being small helped, and with her blaster at the ready, Phoebe could only hope she wouldn't have to use it.

Something did peer into the chamber, something a head taller than a man. It was hard to see especially since she was trying to remain hidden but it had come here, the clicking stopping. It did not enter the chamber simply looking from the entrance.

Occasionally she could hear it chittering or making popping sounds. Silence followed and the thing remained there for over a minute before drawing away. With it went the clacking sound. When she dared to move from behind the barrel she would notice the tracks in the cavern floor near the entrance to the chamber.

Dashes that cut into the ground. No foot prints and certainly not human leading back the way she had yet to explore where that chanting had been coming from. Exploring what she could in the vacated areas of the caves there had been little choice but to go the other way.

She would find a kitchen of sorts. A hole in the ceiling provided some ventilation for smoke, the hole about twenty feet overhead leading into a narrow shaft that she could probably fit through though that shaft still went up more than a hundred feet to an exit. There were fire pits here beneath it and plenty of foodstuffs most being military rations. There were also numerous spices and dishes here.

Another chamber had a crude holding area. A cell made from bamboo or similar material cut off about a fourth of the chamber. There was a bench/bed inside as well but no other sign of vacancy.

But the chanting wasn't coming from here, It was so tough to distinguish were the sounds were coming from. When she turned to depart there was a humanoid standing there wearing a black robe. He being surprised at first allowed her training to kick in before it could react allowing her to stun it.

No sooner than it hit the ground did another enter the chamber, a hand grasping her forearm and drawing it up to avoid the weapon from discharging into his chest. This close to her she could see beneath the hood of his black robe noting that he was a near human of sorts. An unarmed one as far as she could tell that quickly launched a strike against her torso.

From behind the target a chord of rope looped around the neck of the individual from a third individual that had been coming here, one that was assisting her from what it looked like as the man struggled with her and the chain wrapped about his neck attempting to draw it away with a hand passing out before he managed to free himself.

When he dropped to the floor she could see a naked woman with her wrists and ankles tied. “We have to get out of here! Now! The others are almost finished.”

Whether the constant chanting masked whatever sounds were coming from chamber or not, Phoebe never heard the creature dwelling within until they practically made eye contact. Hers widened in shock, lips slightly agape in terror though he appeared to be no less surprised than the shapely young blonde. It all happened too fast to think things through. She froze, if only temporarily before her blaster had been trained on the humanoid's chest and discharged within a split second. As her gaze flicked between the now immobilized specimen and the doorway, her heart beat with thunderous bravado which echoed within her own mind when another cultist, or whatever it was, joined them almost immediately afterwards.

„Urrghh!“ What happened then had been shrouded by the surge of pain burying itself into her torso, knocking the air from her lungs with one powerful blow. Tears welled up in her eyes as they squeezed shut. She nearly dropped her weapon as the strength bled from her limbs, along with the last bit of candy being ejected from her mouth while her last meal fought the urge to follow suit. It resembled a narrow tooth by the time it dropped to the floor, having been almost entirely used up throughout her adventure on the planet.

„Guh!“ She dropped to the ground, clutching her guts with a free hand, uncertain as to why someone would release an armed intruder until her eyes wandered to the man's neck. Someone helped her out. Soon, the second male had been added to the pile, leaving both women to themselves. It was only when the former agent could stand again they were shot with the blaster once more, ensuring they'd at least be out a little longer, hopefully enough for her to retrieve what she came for.

„Almost finished? What?“ In all likelihood she alluded to whatever happened when the chanting came to an end, but the blonde had other matters on her mind. The loss of her candy, the fact they just dealt with two cultists and her system was still trying to recover from that, they were quite potent in their own ways though there was no doubt the other woman spoke with a sense of urgency. Clearly, Phoebe was dealing with some kind of captive. That's probably why she ran head first into those cultists. As the cell was vacant, the other woman entirely in the nude, they either meant to have fun with her or were about to lock her up again. No way in hell she got out of that cell and attempted escape with those ropes around her ankles and wrists.

To be perfectly honest, Phoebe had no desire to find out what got her so anxious about the others finishing up, but she couldn't leave empty handed. She also paid no mind to nudity as it was a common thing when she used to be enslaved herself. The girl approached, pointing it at the escapee's bindings before slicing them apart with a low power blast, restoring at least some measure of her mobility. „Listen, I came here for something in particular. These people have a special tome I need, and I can't leave without it. If you've seen anything of the sort, please let me know. Help me out and I'll help you.“

Phoebe gestured at the nearby chamber's ceiling and the holes leading to the surface. The two of them could fit through though it was more of a solution for the here and now as Phoebe already knew the way back to the ladder she used to get in here in the first place. „You can hide up there or follow me, whichever you prefer. I've got the equipment for it. When I return you simply toss it back down and I'll come up. Simple, really.“

Before anything was being said to deter her from this course of action, the blonde shut her down with narrowed eyes. „Acquiring the tome is non-negotiable. You can try running away on your own, but you'll have no ship to escape the planet. You'd be on your own and captured again in no time.“

“The summoning. I think they've finally figured it out.” The prisoner removed the last of the ropes from her. She looked first in the direction of that chimney despite not being in that room then glanced back over her shoulder.

“The chimney? It just leads up to the top of the mountain, there's nowhere to go from there.” So she was familiar with this place which might help in the long run. She didn't look to be abused at all and in good health even if she may have been used as a sex slave or perhaps a sacrifice of some sort it was hard to say which. The fact that they had been returning her to her cell might have implied that they had another sacrifice.

“You don't understand, it is coming. They figured it out after I tried to keep them from finding out -” She paused cut off. “They'll all be killed. They don't realize. I figured it out but the Borlon came. You don't need that book.”

At first it may have sounded like her rambling about things searching for a reason in getting out of here while they still could but then she added to all that, the reason why.

“I've seen the book. I've got an eidetic memory and can recreate it. Now please, let's go before their ship returns.”

She thought it best to send her off to hide until the deed's done, but neither hideout nor current circumstances appeared to please the other woman. Instead, her words urged them both to get the hell out of here. The summoning, something about the Borlon, whatever that was. Phoebe couldn't make much sense of it, but nothing about their allegedly impending doom would've brought the desired tome into her hands. Eidetic memory? Aegir may have convinced her, but this individual didn't look like much by comparison.

Not to mention, saving anyone wasn't on her list of things to do that day. The knight in shining armor role tended to get her in trouble more often than not. She needed the book more than anything else and leaving without it would've rendered their every effort a waste of time.

In the end, Phoebe shook her head. „No, you don't understand.“ She fumbled with her blaster, turning up power once again while absentmindedly scanning the chambers for anything her new, nude companion could use to cover up. „I can't afford to leave without the book in one form or another, and you can't either.“

That much was out of the question, at least. „You better start reading off the first page or we're not gonna have a deal.“ She'd leave if the woman was convincing enough in her performance, but the young blonde's tone relayed there wouldn't be much good in store for her if she downright lied about being able to recreate the book. They were close to making the final step toward another stone's location, an opportunity greater than helping someone off this rock just because they're desperate.

There wasn't much here that could be used to cloth the slave, just a light blanket in the cell which was better than nothing. The cave was warm, at least it didn't feel so bad but she had been attired. The prisoner looked as if she were going to object, that there was no time for this then blew out a sigh. Her eyes closed as if she was envisioning the text as best as she could.

“Four and four are eight. Eight make up the circle, North, South, East and West along with the combination of the four. Blood and stone will draw Him here from beyond time and space. The elder in the darkness the unhallowed one that will grace our presence with the sacrifice we make unto him. We humbly serve the whim of the Master ...”

There was more, the woman didn't falter in her recitation though there was a chance she was still making it up on the fly Phoebe heard something in all that jumble that caught her attention.

“Come forth, Fafner, Master of darkness. Embrace your children ...”

Fafner! They were calling him forth? It only reasoned if Aegir could be summoned then his son could be called forth as well. Who exactly was this Borlon? Or what? Did the reference to stone mean that Fafner had his own set of stones like his father?

The woman was going on, her finger sweeping back and forth in the air as if reading something following each line with her finger. That distant clicking started up again as that creature she encountered earlier was somewhere out there. Upon hearing the sound the woman stopped, opening her eyes nervously as she strained to listen about as good as she was at determining where is was given the twists and turns in these caves.

„Not again!“ Thankfully, the words only popped up in the back of her mind. She wouldn't want to risk being caught, not now anyway. They were practically on their way out by now. Still, Fafner was bad news. The mere mention of his name cast a cold shiver down her spine. Winding up in hell was one thing, to live through it another. She couldn't believe he came back to haunt her once more, but hearing such an infamous being was the reason for all the chanting certainly made her trust there was no need to question the woman's statements any further.

As the thought proceeded to linger, Phoebe resisted the urge to reach up to her throat. She could still taste him, feel him spread her lips wide until that girth passed the entrance to her throat and began to tingle her senses ever so delightfully. She wished to serve him once, to be taken from the wolves and their vile pits to be his plaything. Back then, to the woman's shattered spirit such an outcome was actually desirable.

In hindsight it may have been a good thing Vespira broke her down the way that despicable lizard did. To defy the likes of Fafner would've resulted in cruelty beyond measure, no doubt.

She did just that by running, of course. She fled with Aegir's help, escaping him even though he chose her for service, and with the help of his father no less. Hatred didn't even begin to describe what he felt for her savior. Sticking around to experience his reaction to all that first hand wasn't on her mind, not at all. Sacrifice, Master, Phoebe wanted no part of it. She had enough to believe that woman may actually be able to help them recreate the tome and that'd be the end of it.

However, bad news kept piling up. Eyes flicked to the other woman, then back to where that distant clicking came from. She heard it, too, observing the scene with bated breath. She then grasped her fellow female by the wrist, tugging her back to the kitchen area. They didn't have the strength to clear the unconscious bodies by themselves, and whatever worked against the cultists might not work against it as well. This place was as good as a dead end anyway.

She didn't dare ask what it actually was or whether it followed certain routes out of fear of being heard, but they couldn't stay near those bodies. Perhaps that clicking thing was a Borlon all along. It didn't really matter. They had to get out of there and the chimney led nowhere, otherwise Phoebe would've opted for that particular path than anything else. Cautiously, Phoebe tried heading back the way she came. Her blaster would have to do for now, though with her other hand occupied she'd have a hard time reaching for the grenades strung to her utility belt if they ever had to use them. With any luck they'd get pretty far without further obstacles or she'd catch a glimpse of the creature the other woman seemed to be so afraid of.