Gorjen welcomed her in his lap. Her soft touch wandering over an eye stalk base stirring up the bundle of sensitive nerves there. Her lips against his own had been delicious and his hands went to her hips as if to hold her there. The grasp hadn't been strong though she had not tried to pull away from him.

Beneath her she could feel him stirring to life at that brief contact. Half slitted eyes could read those monitors which had been in galactic basic. Overall the ship had been configured to galactic norms. While there were various species that had things set in a way to make up for their anatomy or species preference they were not mass produced outside of their particular world.

She would see that they had not been far from the club relatively speaking. It was in the same sector of space even if they were more than half a day removed. The time for the faster than light drive had been counting down the final few minutes before dropping back to real space and judging from those gauges there was only one world that they could be heading to unless they were to travel in real space for ages which she could rule out.

The planet was unknown to her, in fact she didn't recall seeing it on any star charts but she was familiar with the area. There was a black hole near it, actually two with this small system caught up between them. No wonder that the system had gone uncharted. Clearly there was a need for some fancy flying around here to prevent getting caught up in one of the event horizons of the black holes that would someday collide. Before that they would swallow up that system without even slowing but they would be centuries if not millennia away.

No wonder why Gorjen was here. No sense in leaving this up to droids but Gorjen didn't seem nervous about the matter so he had to have done this enough times to be comfortable with it. Her communication was one way but she sent more information to Luna about what she uncovered. Unless she was being followed by Luna with her long rest it was hard to imagine the agent catching up but that wasn't what she was told to do.

Right now she had both the collar and the anchor piercing to assist her.

“Your clothes will be cleaned and ready for you should you go back.” An eye glanced at her studying the features of her face with the other noting the timer counting down at the same time. If he were concerned he didn't show it.

“You are not my prisoner. My droid was only to make sure that you did not try to access any of the restricted areas. You may even see one or two of them on the return back ...” he seemed to be mulling over something as a hand left her hip to trace down her thigh then back up again. “I had a feeling that you would enjoy the ship. You haven't seen all of it yet.

“As for waking you,” he shook his head slightly. “There was no helping that. A butterfly enters into a cocoon before emerging from a caterpillar, I got those animals right?” Gorjen got it close enough having learned of those insects, either reading up recently or having some other knowledge about creatures that had not been native to his world. Then it made a bit more sense why he had not purchased her outright.

Slaves could be used for personal parties and what not but for him, Gorjen had other needs that few in the galaxy could meet. But when he explained further she got a better sense that this was more a test run, to see if she had been made of the stuff where he would indeed purchase her outright or just partake of her at the club.

“When we were connected last night I attempted to stir that psychic part of you, see if it would enhance what was there. Consider it a nudge, I really didn't do anything but all that rest had been because of that. Well, partially. Chances are it did nothing but we'll find out. Today. Tomorrow. Maybe even a month from now.

“While I would have enjoyed waking you myself I thought better of it. This trip has been uneventful though I have a few things to occupy my time. I only came her to pilot through this tricky stretch of space before we get to our destination.”

He directed her attention to a monitor and pointed out where they had been then at the uncharted sector that they were near … well uncharted outside of the fact that it was discovered that the black holes had been there preventing people from taking a close look at that particular region.

Some measure of clarity came to her when scanning the screens for further information, the most vital parts of which had been passed on before long. Whatever seemed relevant to locating them would turn up on her former comrade’s side though in the long run Phoebe could only play along and wait things out. She detested the thought of going back to the club one way or another, no matter how pleasant those digits skimming over her picture perfect skin really were, and unless Luna showed there were many customers and that man who drugged her waiting in line to fuck her brains out.

As for Gorjen, what he ended up doing to make her rest up for so long came as a bit of a surprise. The Joining remained a mystery up until this point, and probably continued to be for some time. She hadn’t expected them to be connected to such an extent, that he was capable of tapping into and spurring some of that hidden potential to grow, whether successful or not. It did bring a smile to her features, however, quickly replacing some of that initial confusion that graced her lovely contours.

Such moments of genuine pleasure were indeed rare. She didn’t need to feign a thing when training those abilities had been on her mind for some time, and their embrace only deepened as a result. “In that case, I appreciate the attempt .. And yes, you got those animals right.” Phoebe adjusted slightly, arching her back whilst grinding her hips into that prominent bulge, but making it seem as though it was a mere misstep on her part before coming to a halt once more. After all, waking up just to give in straight away hadn’t been on her mind unless Gorjen craved some much needed attention.

“To be honest, I don’t know how much potential there really is, nor have I gotten much use out of those talents to begin with. I’ve tried exercising that psychic part of me, but as you can imagine there’s not much downtime to unwind at the club, even less so without others watching me.” The once teasing digit retracted from his eyes and cupped his cheek instead, stroking it with a lone thumb. “I’m not that big into telling everyone there’s more to me than meets the eye. Of course, there’s no hiding any of that from you.”

Looking out at the void of space ahead of them, the area certainly looked demanding to most pilots. Not many would put themselves at risk to map this section of the sector, and aside from one measly planet there wasn’t much to find here. Of course, one couldn’t expect the world sandwiched between two black holes drifting ever closer through the eons to bear even a sliver of significance to what Phoebe assumed had to be shady individuals if not downright criminals en masse.

“You sound as if you have some routine flying through these parts .. That's reassuring.” She smiled at that, the dim reflection of space glistening in the blonde’s eyes. “It’s been a while since I’ve had the pleasure to pilot a ship .. I used to be with the ADD some time back, more than a year ago .. I’d like to claim I used to be a fairly decent pilot back then, even more so when I escaped their grasp before ultimately winding up at the club, among other places ..”

She turned back, arms slipping upward to unwind about his neck, hugging him close with the sinful crest of knowing lips nearly grazing his own, practically goading him into action in these faint few moments. “Would you mind if I stayed and watched you tackle that challenge .. or would you care to give me a chance to maneuver through here?”

“You haven't gotten much use out of your ability?” Gorjen repeated then grinned at her. “You do realize that without it, however small it is, that the joining would not have been possible Chance. Nor would it be likely that you would be here now.

“Aliens with physic potential can be difficult to associate with at times. Not to mention there rarity. We will see what, if anything, develops from this. There are a few exercises I may be able to assist you with though my talents don't include telekinesis I can guide you through the joining to impart things that may prove useful to you.” He grimaced as she shifted above him and only shifted himself beneath her so that he pressed along her sex even though the both of them had been separated by cloths. An eye took a look at that timer again.

He contemplated something briefly then glanced back toward her. “I have had a good deal of experience moving through these parts.” He went silent for a moment as she revealed her past with him. Perhaps he had been suspicious at the fact that she use to be ADD or had been considering her skill in comparison to the task at hand weighing the risk and reward of matters.

Either he thought that she wouldn't have mentioned being part of the ADD if it didn't matter at all or figured that she had to have enough training to navigate through the area. Hands slipped to her hips then picked her up off of his lap. When she was standing his hands reached beneath her attire drawing down her panties then he guided her back into his lap after some adjusting of his own freeing his hard member.

Pulling her back into his chest he rested one hand on her leg. The other taking himself in hand long enough to line up against her sex sawing against that slit. A tendril exuded from his cock working itself against her clit in slow circles. Hands now resting on her hips to prevent her from attempting to impale herself.

Another tendril, closer to the base of his shaft extended outward rubbing in small circles against her anus at the same time that he teased her.

“Controls are in galactic basic. The layout should be familiar. The important ones for piloting are here, here and here.” He gazed over her shoulder, a hand reaching up to cup her breast while he looked to the timer once more.

“We will be dropping back to real space soon enough. Get familiar with the layout while I get a little more familiar with you.” He teased her until they dropped into real space. Sensors showed one planet and one star, the location of the black holes had been located by disturbances in gravity and having had been here often enough to have marked dangerous areas.

Gorjen gave her a heading while barely penetrating the folds of her body with his tip. “Fortunately we should have some time, that is if you don't get us killed.” He joked, a species as paranoid as his would have only allowed her to do this if it were safe. Baring the fact that she deliberately attempted to fly into one of the black holes and he didn't catch it in time he was fairly certain that she wouldn't mess things up, even if she got distracted as a little more of himself pressed inside her allowing her to feel that pulsing member inside her.

True. Something good came out of those powers, but having chosen another side to work for denied much of what may have been possible with him to teach and show her. Lacking the sheer potential Aegir himself revealed many months back prevented Phoebe from actively saving herself in the darkest of moments. She could use the help, more opportunities to hone those skills, but doing the right thing wasn’t always the most rewarding. Someone had to save Viryon before that despicable creature had his way with her, or worse, and it couldn’t be her. Gorjen may have been inclined to help in that regard as well, but Raleigh wouldn’t just give his prized trophies away like that, would he?

For the time being, pursuing her task would have to suffice. A sharp gasp slithered past those ever hungry lips when he pulled her back against him, the searing warmth of a male’s desire sawing against her quivering sex as they went over the ship’s controls. She never had the fortune of piloting larger crafts, let alone a pleasure yacht of sorts, but the layout was indeed familiar. Slowly, her heart’s needy beat quickened, followed by heated breaths filling her with rising frequency, tormenting altered cells all the while.

“Nuuhhnn ..” A perky breast had been cupped through the blonde’s dress, goading that lone crimson teat to engorge and grow firm like its sibling, throbbing intensely against her companion’s palm. “Not familiar enough, are you?” She teased with a glance over her shoulder, but focused back on the task at hand, scoffing still despite the wealth of sensation shooting through her loins.

“Ha! I .. I-I could fly this thing blind if I had to.” Spasming inner muscles clenched about the invading girth. “Ooohhh .. Gorjen ..” Warm nectar soaked the tip, along with an embrace of slick yet snug velvety folds that were all too fond of him. They were suckling against him, constricting only to relax, over and over, openly begging for more despite Phoebe’s plans not to succumb this quickly again.

She set a hand on his thigh for a moment, holding on for support as those luscious milky thighs spread slightly further, twitching in anticipation still. “You’re lucky you’re this handsome, or I’d have to come up with some very elaborate payba- Ahhhnn .. right there ..“ Phoebe grit her teeth, barely able to stifle a moan whenever her lips part to speak. With any luck she wouldn’t be the one requesting permission to land, if that planet even had a spaceport of sorts, or her shaking voice and muffled whimpers would leave little to the imagination.

Gorjen wouldn’t have to worry about the ship regardless. She found her way around the controls with ease, even with her back pressed up against him and the smoldering heat rippling through the two of them with fiery intensity. Some things you simply never forget, and flying was a passion she’d never miss out on. Not to mention, where some saw risks, Phoebe knew plenty of thrills were to be had. The excitement merely added to what already pulsed through her veins, fueling the faint squirming and gyrating movements of those hips against him, urging her lover to move more lest those needs went unsatisfied when they descended on the planet at long last.

The one thing that took some getting used to, despite flying with a man’s amorous advances clouding her senses time and time again, turned out to be the size of the ship. Whereas most of her previously piloted vessels were small and agile in the atmosphere, one could only compare this yacht to a lumbering bull at times.

“Payback? I doubt you could control yourself for long before submitting to my advances. Shall I show you?” He grinned, eyes closing for a moment as he basked in the divine feeling that her pussy made around him. He moved a little beneath her, hips squirming but hardly giving her more than that barest portion of him teasing them both.

His hand squeezed her breast feeling the hardened nipple beneath his palm and while Gorjen had no intention making her fly blindfolded since she would need her eyes to gauge those readings in order to keep from getting caught up in the event horizon of either of those black holes he had no problem in distracting her.

If worse came to it he could get the ship back on course before it was too late. But he didn't need to. She proved her worth with the craft and while it was bigger than she had been use to the learning curve was quick even with the distraction of more of that length disappearing inside her.

A tongue swept along her jaw, one eye stalk turned towards the monitors watching while the other focused on her. She had been familiar enough where this trick ought to work. His abilities had been limited but what he could do he could do well. Channeling some mental energy she felt that joining … no, it wasn't that but it felt familiar. He was manipulating her mind in such a way that she focused on those sensations more. It was the difference between standard and high definition as he opened her senses.

With what he had done to her earlier he had prepared her mind better even if it didn't take it made it much more easier for him to do this and slip into the joining with her with hardly a thought by him. More of him slipped inside her folds but not all of him, only about half that member as he still used the tendrils that extended from his length to toy with her.

“Good. You're doing well.”

The thin tendril teasing her anus pressed inside it after spurting it with ejaculate. It moved in time with his member though it shot in farther than he allowed her to descend. His hand had worked down her top so that it could set upon her bare chest pinching and playing with her nipple while the other remained on her hip.

“Computer, Five Minty-Two.”

With that a screen displayed landing coordinates on the planet. Sensors keyed up to the readings transferring information to her navigations recommending approach vectors, scanning the terrain about the landing zone and so forth. There was nothing abnormal there, the gravity was slightly weaker than standard, the atmosphere breathable and there was life down there, small animals and such.

As she focused on piloting hips rose up as he pulled her down. “Whenever you're ready to land set down there. No rush.”

With the danger of the black hole behind her unless she went back out into deeper regions of the system the planet loomed large in her monitors. For minutes while they waited to drop back to real space and minutes more as she got them closer he had teased her senses, enhanced every stimuli. Those readings were clear and large, those digits upon her only amped up as they teased both of them.

More ejaculate sprayed from a tendril this time on her clit then he drew her down completely hips meeting hips as they fired up into her. That teasing tendril was much longer than she had realized as it continued to trace against her.

In truth it hurt him a little as he drew her down completely but it was a pleasured pain, one that he did not indulge in so often. “So divine, Chance. Cum for me, cum like you never have before.”

Gorjen showed what he was capable of. The difference in perception surpassed anything Phoebe had come to expect from him. It wasn’t the Joining, but something else, something more personal, as he opened her senses to their full potential it seemed.

Large letters flashed before her eyes, clear as crystal. Information flashed across the screens, soaked up by an all the more alert mind. Air filled her lungs, the mere act of which set ever greater patches of hypersensitive cells ablaze with need. She found herself drowned in stimuli though there was nothing quite as potent as those hands and tentacles washing over her at once. Her breasts swelled and firmed beneath his touch, throbbing peaks erupting into fountains of liquid erotic glee. A mere tingle transformed into pure, unadulterated ecstasy, and her companion dialed up the dose every waking moment.

Scaling her jaw with his tongue, he’d find her gaze had become long and distant, almost glassy despite her apparent focus on duties she chose to fulfill. Tingly waves of excitement struck the shores of her consciousness, making her all too receptive to ever more domineering advances. Soon, drool escaped the corners of her mouth, a telltale sign of how mind numbing the enhanced nature of her senses had been to an inexperienced recipient of such boosts when coupled with Gorjen’s merciless teasing. He claimed her ass, breasts and hips, and even holding her in place flooded Phoebe’s senses with more irresistible sparks of carnal joy.

All paled compared to the heady rush of downright addictive molten heat emanating from that ember of pure masculinity sheathed deep inside her core. Phoebe experienced every swell, every surge of hot blood flowing along those needy veins, how it moved under the languid descent of quivering, clenching velvet that made up her innermost sanctum. It throbbed powerfully, dominating even her own heart beat as heightened senses shook with the presence of two desynchronized pulsations hitting her this way and that.

She couldn’t tell where it began, or where it ended, only that it spread her wide, much further than usual to the point of being breathtaking, making moaning lips gasp for air between confessions of their fondness for the man’s cruel amorous advances. The rhythmic thunder of excitement rumbled through the shapely blonde’s being time and time again, eroding her very sanity.

For minutes Gorjen tormented her senses. Electric jolts shot up the woman’s spine. A lone tentacle speared into her ass while another lapped up against that swollen love pearl, the poor nub practically fit to burst with blood and rapture alike. She was on edge the whole time, deeper breaths having long since been replaced with a more frantic pattern as those molested orbs heaved beneath the man’s touch.

All of a sudden, lightning fired through Phoebe’s aching flesh. Hips slapped together with audible cues as to their all the more intimate joining. Stifled cries built up to a crescendo, bleeding over into depraved whimpers as her limits had been reached yet Phoebe fought release still. She didn’t know whether it was instinct or if her addled mind had been aware of things to come, but deep down there was no fighting this carnal paradise as a landing vector had been punched into the controls. The order to come finally came, at which point Phoebe’s world became a blinding white flash of light.

Her head shot up to the ceiling with a savage cry, unleashing all that pent up bliss and frustration in a moment of utter submission. The girl’s often flushed and playful features were twisted into a grimace of depravity and sheer overwhelming delight, each of which were etched into a canvas of pure pleasured pain. All that showed were the whites of her eyes, the latter having long since rolled back. Tears of unnatural bliss adorned red hot cheeks, and saliva glistened the plush swell of ever hungry lips.

Nails scraped along the controls before them, unable to make much of a scratch though it helped cope with the sheer intensity of the moment. The woman’s shame engulfed his cock. Her heart pounded intensely, as though it would give in at any moment. She tightened around him, gripping him with the might of a clenched fist, but not in the usual sense. Phoebe’s body trapped Gorjen in place, an avalanche of orgasms hitting the poor thing one after another, back to back, never allowing those spasming slippery confines to loosen the slightest of movements.

In the aftermaths of release, Phoebe could do nothing but draw staggered breaths as her muscles slackened yet remained tense in his arms, riding out this tide of unparalleled orgasmic bliss for as long as it took to ebb. What her current owner stated hadn’t been much of an order in hindsight. Rather, it turned out to be inevitable. She never felt anything like it before, and without him it seemed unlikely this wondrous sensation would ever be hers to cherish again.

“Eh? I had forgotten about how this ability would effect your altered state. It doesn't matter,” Gorjen spoke to himself all too wrapped up in tormenting her and her senses while deriving pleasure for himself. Had she not had any mental talents and he had been unfamiliar with her he would not be able to do this. If she had better mental defenses she might have been able to resist him too but it wasn't his intent to teach her that.

He grinned, his eye upon the readings he had to nudge her to course correct every so often but it was understandable given the distraction that hit her. All in all she was on coarse. Then the orgasms hit. The first like an earthquake followed by numerous aftershocks that kept her locked in place around him.

Groaning he came flooding her channel as he erupted followed by a series of popping sounds from those nubs, the retracted tendrils, as they too came one after another almost as if firecrackers were going off inside her. When they ceased he firmly kept her in place until they set down. Lips caressing her neck and jaw until they had been on planet.

Suffice it to say they were early. Only when they set down in a field he had her stand. Rising up behind her he showed that he was not finished with her yet bending her over that control panel and taking her ass then. Hands exploring her, rubbing, squeezing and kneading those covered breasts. All the while her senses had remained enhanced.

In short order he came again breathing heavily behind her. Slowly he extracted himself from her telling her to follow him. Upon reaching the bedroom he had her strip and took her again, several times in fact as he fucked her against the wall or in the bed.

Invoking the Joining again he was sure to enjoy her though he stopped short of exhausting her completely like before. When he had her clean up he took her once more in the shower.

“I know that collar makes it so you need to stay close to me. I could leave you here while I conduct my business, which would only keep you in agonizing pain. Well, even the controller has a range. Theoretically if he endure the pain somehow without passing out you can get out of the range of the controller, say by stealing a ship. Of course once you are back in range of the device the pain will return unless you can get the collar off before then.”

Gorjen told her about the collar and controller. “Naturally I do not wish to do that. Not that you could steal this ship. If I had been intending on that I wouldn't have stopped until you were out of it. No, I want you to serve as eye candy. It gives Raleigh's club a little advertisement too.

“Don't say anything unless you're addressed directly. I'm sure you know how to handle yourself.”

When she was ready he escorted her out of the ship arm and arm with her. A pair of huge war droids followed reprogrammed for security. While the military hardware wasn't top of the line it was only a year or two behind. Each was a walking tank with serious firepower.

These sorts of meetings had a habit of going wrong and it was clear Gorjen wasn't taking any chances. He left the ship walking some distance from the ship. Then pressing a button on a pad trees come into existence. Some sort of optical camouflage, very high tech and expensive stuff. At the same time one of the droids faded from view. It wasn't quit invisible, she could still see an outline of it when it moved and it wasted no time heading into the forest then Gorjen proceeded to a spot that was a miniature clearing though there were trees nearby and a few obstructions on the ground, large rocks and even a knocked down tree from a storm.

Gorjen activated a beacon so that he could be found. “All we have to do is wait. The exchange shouldn't take too long, Chance.”

An eye stalk glanced around to the trees while another gazed at her. “While we have the time shall we see if anything took? Don't be discouraged if there has been no change so soon.”

Phoebe couldn’t fathom how anything could feel this sublime. Aching inner muscles convulsed around him almost constantly, longing for another dose of this mind shattering bliss her companion was more than willing to offer time and time again. She was taken once more, bent upon the consoles where those familiar numbers were large and clear, but had long since been blurred by tears of pure rapture welling up in the blonde’s eyes. Gorjen fucked her good, and her eternal erotic purgatory aboard the ship had only just begun.

When it all came to an end, there was no doubt as to the fatigue which claimed her whole, but it had merged with an odd sense of contentment when the two of them had showered and dressed up for the exchange to come. Her flesh still tingled, especially against the cooler air of the ship, with mildly exhausted muscles fighting the urge to give in to her desire to rest. She was more putty beneath the man’s presence than truly energized, but at least for the time being her thirst for carnal pleasures had been quenched completely.

The collar had been almost forgotten when Phoebe slipped back into veils of pure white fabric, a form fitting embrace of attire QT had chosen, and she didn’t mind leaving it exposed for this occasion. As he went on to explain he understood how it worked, there really would’ve been no point in running though taking part in the exchange had been something she was hoping would come to pass.

“Yes, Master. I understand.” She had pressed close, as usual, comforting him with her warmth and loving embrace with a smile etched into her features. Arms wrapped around one of his, the side of which nestled into the warm, soft swell of a covered globe. “I’ll just do my best to look pretty.”

By the looks of it, he came well prepared. It was a good thing she was on his side as those giant machines of war followed them, menacing with weaponry one wouldn’t want to stand in front of. Then there was the camouflage concealing an entire area, the depths of which were their destination. She hid her concern about the meeting as well as one could, for whatever Luna’s plan was the former agent hoped it succeeded. All the necessary information had been passed along. In a sense Gorjen was right. All they had to do was wait.

They were alone, for now. His words made her perk up and her gaze soon shifted to meet Gorjen’s. Was this supposed to be training or merely checking on whether his meddling with her mind yielded results already? Whichever the case, it was worth spending their time on something productive. After Aegir showed what one could do with sufficient capabilities, Phoebe certainly didn’t hesitate. “Even if it didn’t take, I’m still eager to try. After all, next to nothing you’ve done went wrong or disappointed me in any way. I believe this’ll be no different in the long run.”

Slowly, the woman’s touch faded from him, giving a bit more focus to the matter at hand. “In any case, you were at least trying to help me with this and I appreciate that. That’s more than I can say for almost everyone who’s been with me in a long time.” There were many obstacles, both big and small, to work with. She pointed at one of the rocks, barely large enough to fit into her palm. “I’ll start with something simple and work my way up.”

In truth, these matters were anything but simple. She never had much of a teacher, or chased books of the occult to even try and make sense of what had been impossible for the majority of mankind. She only knew how to reach out, how to use her powers without fully understanding the what was actually happening or why she was capable of doing it in the first place. Yet since it first manifested, her talents had only grown a little. They were unrefined, never having received much attention as flying had always been her passion, something she got to experience day after day in numerous thrilling situations.

Now, training seemed more vital than ever as Phoebe got started with the first pebble. She was familiar with her own shortcomings and limitations, but curious to see whether she could grasp and lift heavier weights or simply maintain focus longer than before, anything to ascertain whether Gorjen’s influence had helped in that regard.

They had time, perhaps not much since he had not been on her then and there. The prospective client might walk in on them or given his paranoia perhaps he was less inclined to do things out in the open. Whatever the case he behaved himself paying attention to the situation at hand.

He had been surprised at her selection. While he did not know the extend of her abilities he assumed that she would go for something about half the size of the stone. There were numerous sticks from broken branches and smaller stones to choose from so he chalked it up to her having prior experience and a little practice.

Things seemed a little easier as if the mental weight of the stone was lower then what it was, that she could manipulate it just a little longer than normal. Gorjen couldn't really instruct her as far as telekinesis went but he still possessed some mild abilities and insight in the craft of using his mind. He allowed her to play with the stones challenging her to lift different ones and even multiple smaller ones at the same time.

He watched then set his hand upon her shoulder. Enacting the Joining again though this time in an unexpected way. Their bodies didn't meld together in the sense that she had been use to but they were once again connected. This time she experienced the things he was hearing and seeing. It was disorientating at first getting use to seeing his gaze as well as her own considering he was both looking at her and into the forest at the same time.

She could hear what he did, feel her shoulder being touched and doing the touching at the same time.

“You need to reach out and feel the stone. Caress it with your mind. Join with it as I have joined with you.” Whether his advice helped or she could connect better with that stone with his guidance or it was what he had done to her prior was unclear but it became a fair bit easier.

Mentally he pushed her to her limits, partially to improve her skills and partially to kill time. They had been at it for a while when the droid with them responded and so did Gorjen a moment later as he rose to his feet and turned in that direction.

A cloaked hunchback lizard creature that was no taller than her (though he was stooped over) walked with the assistance of a gnarled cane. Following close by was a large blue skinned brute with multiple tentacles and a bandoleer of blasters. He had a ring of eyes that circled his head affording him all around vision.

“Who'ss the girl?”

“Never mind that. Let's get down to business I have better things to do.” Gorjen produced a flash drive from a pocket in his jacket. “Everything you need is here. No copies – well, there is a missing component. Once you forward the funds to this account you'll get the rest of the formula.”

Tapping his account on a datapad he then handed it over to the lizard who considered things for a moment. He had to have been influenced when Gorjen added that Aghoul was very interested in purchasing the formula if he changed his mind. It was then that all hell broke loose.

Phoebe couldn't say what happened. There were flash bangs that had been tossed into the area. When her vision had cleared and the ringing in her ears subsided Gorjen was on the ground along with the lizard and the blue alien that came with him. Her collar was on the ground too sparking along with the war bot Gorjen brought. The EMP wasn't strong enough to take the machine down but it was scarred up with numerous blaster marks.

The second war bot was still putting up a fight though it went down soon after she got her senses back. Luna was present and by Gorjen slapping a pair of binder cuffs on him then looking to the flash drive. She shook her head and glared back to one of the large pink skinned aliens. “Great job on ruining the data with that EMP.”

She was being sarcastic and the alien simply shrugged and said something in a strange language. Luna approached her.

“Viryon is safe. We got Gorjen's ship too.” It was clear that she still had more work to do. Phoebe could see that their were various aliens present. Bounty hunters, mercenaries or both. There were at least half a dozen or so here, no telling how many more were in the woods.

She supposed without ADD back up Luna had to make due.

Things may have gone well if not for her presence. “I'm taking her.” Growled one of the bounty hunters as he came out of the woods. One of Fafner's lupines. Perhaps tasked to hunt her down, perhaps only chancing on her now. Of course Luna protested and got a blaster bolt for it. Fortunately for her it had been set to stun.

“Now I'll take you too.”

There was some argument. One of the bounty hunters, a gray skinned alien with large red eyes and a broad rimmed hat spoke up as he drew on his companion. “She hired us for a job. We agreed. Gorjen stays as does she. There was nothing discussed about the girl so take her if you wish. I have a reputation to uphold. What would people think about me selling my employers into slavery or doing whatever you intend to do with her,” he motioned to Phoebe.

“Be content with that one and you cut. Of course mine will be larger if something happens to you. Your choice.”

He was perhaps daring the Voren who grumbled but decided to play it safe as he faltered to that unrelenting stare. “Looks like you're coming with me. Master Fafner will be pleased to have you back.” He grinned at her shifting the rifle in her direction.

“Come along quietly and I may put in a good word for you.”

Somewhere between blinding white lights and a panicked shriek falling on her own deaf ears, the entire area had been usurped by complete pandemonium. All hell broke loose though what exactly went down remained unheard and unseen. Phoebe merely sensed her hands as they covered the constant ringing in her ears, attempting to smother the dull throbbing pain that came with it. From one moment to the next, the disoriented girl slumped to the ground, struggling to make sense of the world around her until her senses managed to recover.

A quick glance around the premises revealed the agent’s plan went off without a hitch. Losing the collar right then and there had been an unexpected bonus. Whether the anchor piercing had suffered from the same weapon’s effects or not, nothing compared to the sheer relief of meeting Luna face to face once more, in addition to knowing Viryon was safe. However, before matters were resolved fully, the young blonde’s heart dropped at the sight of whom happened to be in Luna’s retinue.

“No!” Shock caused her eyes to widen as Lunda dropped within seconds of protesting the wolf’s demands. Scrambling back up on her feet, Phoebe was about to run over though the woman’s chest still rose and fell, indicating that she was still alive.

Apparently, someone forgot to mention Phoebe should’ve been part of the arrangement. She wondered how Luna mentioned Gorjen, but not the one working for her. Was it a mistake on her part? Keeping her identity concealed, or prevent trouble with the directorate for dealing with an outlaw? Then again, she was always going to be there. She couldn’t make much sense of why things turned out the way they did, other than thinking being screwed over was becoming a common trend among those she dealt with. Whether deliberate on the knocked out agent’s part or not, no one dared interfere with the lupine’s claim.

“Master Fafner ..” She repeated after him, shrinking back slightly at the rifle pointed her way. Hands clutched her chest, as the very air she breathed seemed to clog her throat in horror. “I .. I can’t ..” The woman’s words weren’t dripping with venom, but realization and genuine fear. Memories of the pits and hunts in the woods were still fresh despite being months old, not to mention how displeased Fafner would be with her after all this time. Vespira almost sentenced her to die for a mere moment of disobedience. For all her former Master knew, Phoebe might’ve retained her freedom for quite a while in this period of time and once he peered into her mind, there were countless scene in which Aegir would be present in one shape or another. The piercing didn’t help much in that regard.

But what other options did she have? She considered putting a price on her safety immediately, but the savings back on that lone asteroid were far and unlikely to exist in the first place. The mercenaries wouldn’t believe her, she thought, for what riches could a slave really have?

What about running? Few ships came to this sector, this planet sandwiched between two black holes, and what she could assume were the most common visitors’s ships had just been seized and their owners captured, dead or simply knocked out. Breathable air, small animals and plantlife. Perhaps food and water, but would someone even bother giving chase if she ran too far? Would they all abandon her? Would Luna come back once she was up and about again? What if the piercing didn’t work either? Could Aegir ever reach her without it, or would she be stranded for life?

What if she obeyed? Did her assumed saviors all arrive in one and the same ship or did each bring their own? The lone wolf may truly be on his own, something she could work with on the way back to Fafner. Alone with him, taking the male out would be much easier than tackling an entire ship of his kind.

Terror crept over her features. The mere fact she considered this infused her with trepidation. She couldn’t go back to Fafner, not now, not ever. The Saurians taught her what abuse truly was, what scars being brought to the brink of death really left on one’s body and psyche. A full fledged psychic Master, once abandoned by the slave brought before him, was bound to teach her even more.

Eyes flickered to the gray skinned alien’s blaster. While it didn’t point directly at her prospective captor anymore, it came from a direction that’d draw his attention, if only for a moment. Though mentally and physically exhausted from what Gorjen put her through, She made her choice, focused on the trigger and set it off before giving running away her best shot.

With the collar off unknown to her Raleigh would have gotten an alert. Her travels had been recorded and she could be tracked up to the point it came off. Someone would be sent to collect her and most likely make Gorjen pay pending on how the situation was handled.

Why she hadn't been discussed was anyone's guess. Maybe it was to protect her and would have been brought up afterwards, clearly Luna didn't expect to be shot and at least one of the bounty hunters had some type of code.

Fear caused her to react knowing full well that sooner rather than later Fafner would uncover the secrets she had obtained in their absence. The blaster went off and there had been a huge commotion, beings diving for cover and aliens firing at one another in confusion. They were all sorting it out when she dashed away deeper in those woods. Her attire slowed her down requiring her to tare her own skirt in order to run faster and even go without the fancier shoes. She had been dressed to look good not run in a marathon.

At some point the blaster fire ended. The best she could hope for was that the Voren was killed given their tracking abilities. Just how they came here too was another matter. All in one ship? Probably not, if Luna had a typical ADD vessel she might have had space for a co-pilot and a prisoner. The number of bounty hunters indicated at least one other craft.

Her options had been limited. The collar removed and their had been no telling if the anchor was working. It was sophisticated enough to be mask with sensor sweeps in Gorjen's ship. Maybe it had EMP shielding too, her asteroid of riches had been Aegir's and it didn't seem as if he cared that she had discovered it and used it so it was probably useless to him or just a small fraction of what he had collected over such a long lifespan. If the later than maybe the piece of tech was state of the art.

There was oxygen here and other lifeforms. She might have survived too but would be stranded here for who knew how long. Though it might not come to that. As she neared the vicinity where the second war bot laid smoldering it became clear that there were a lot of bounty hunters, none of which the ADD were paying for with their budget, right? There were pieces of the puzzle that she didn't have.

Yes, if Gorjen had what they believed he had he was dangerous. Without back up, maybe the ADD would spring for one bounty hunter. But so many? Luna had to be fronting the bill for that and to get them interested in the task they either were being paid a lot or were amateurs working cheap. Giving that they had to pilot through two black holes just to get here and took out all their targets pointed towards the fact that they were professionals.

There were signs of other hunters in the area. Tracks, broken branches and expended EMP grenades near the war bot. If she looked she would have found an empty energy pack or two. It was then that she heard the howl in the distance. The Voren was still alive and on the hunt.

Then she heard a click of a safety being released right behind her. Someone was there announcing their presence within an arm's length. “Sorry, but I wasn't about to wait for you to come back to the club.” A warm hand set on her shoulder, the barrel of a blaster pressed to the back of her skull.

That hand moved up from her shoulder to her neck. When their was contact the flesh on flesh exploded inside her in a familiar sensation. Arousing and intoxicating at the same time. Just the mere touch of those fingers had been a sheer delight.

“Orders.”

The blaster fell away and that hand departed after delivering that drug to her, at least it felt like a drug. Without turning around she knew it was the alien that she saw at the club prior to leaving. The question was had he been one of Raleigh's minions keeping an eye on her or some stalker patron. He mentioned orders so he was being employed by someone.

A mad dash for freedom ensued once the blaster had been discharged though it was far from true freedom anything was better than heading back to her former Master. Not being struck in the crossfire of those unaware of her capabilities and thus ignorant of her actions which kicked things off seemed a miracle in itself, but she was thankful for it. As the weapons finally fell silent, the distance covered would’ve made anyone uninterested in her recovery break off the search rather quickly.

Yet there was that dull throb in her lungs, the ache of weary joints and tired muscles after everything that went down on the ship and planet beforehand. She had been drained, both physically and mentally, ensuring even brief bursts of activity brought on telltale signs of fatigue. If it weren’t for those tingly sparks of pleasure jolting through the woman’s tongue with every exhausted breath, there would’ve been no distraction from all that.

Not that it helped any, even as she chanced upon another scene of battle. The Voren survived. His howl sent chills down Phoebe’s spine, enough to make her freeze, right before the click of a safety being released petrified her on the spot.

“Who- Whose orders?” Hands bunched up into fists, not out of fury nor frustration, but fear of what’s to come. “What do you want with me?” Someone caught up with her, someone that wasn’t part of Fafner’s retinue, which would’ve at least been some relief as their demands were clear. Though Phoebe recognized the voice, eyes wide in surprise, there was no telling what to expect from this encounter. She wasn’t foolish enough to lash out despite him and his weapon being within arm’s reach. As he made his presence known, shifting closer still, the young blonde hadn’t moved a muscle.

All that changed once he made contact with her skin. Flesh crawled upon flesh, before the delicate vein of her neck burst with liquid delight being injected directly into the woman’s bloodstream. In the blink of an eye, the edges of her vision swam to the feel of lust sprawling across her body, through her every limb, from the mere pass of his fingers. Somehow, the air upon her lithe lush lips felt warmer, hotter, sweltering even as it couldn’t soothe whatever erotic fires lapped up against her from within. Instead, every breath served to heighten her needs more so than usual, drowning out her composure within mere moments.

Worse, not only did he feed her urges, but the man’s touch was enough to bestow sublime sensations upon her now aching flesh. Not through a caress did he manipulate the woman’s flesh, let alone singling out one erogenous zone to torment. No, all he needed was a touch, making his victim gasp through gritted teeth, then moan to the spine tingling rush of bliss that shot through her then.

She whipped around as the blaster fell away from her skull, the mere act of which was making her feel lightheaded. Phoebe’s torn dress followed her movements, flashing the faintest hint of soft peachy thighs and that savory thong of hers for everyone’s viewing pleasure. As the world spun on all sides, one had to be careful not to lose one’s footing. That vile drug was something else, but it felt more pleasurable than most could make her feel with everything they had on offer.

While her eyes narrowed, they didn’t do so out of anger though that would’ve been the most prominent emotion on her mind as that mind numbing bliss struck. Instead, her expression had long since twisted into barely suppressed delight, a feast for the senses she seemed to be struggling and losing against. “You .. I remember you. You were there, back at the club. You did this to me before.”

Arms wrapped about her, clutching her body just beneath these petite breasts, bringing them further into the spotlight little by little as hot blood pulsed into their midst. “A-Ahhn .. What .. What did you do?” She looked to him, taking a step back. “And why? You already .. Ah .. hah .. You .. you already caught up to me. There was no need ..”

Yet the girl was still being chased, that much she hadn’t forgotten. Whether she had her answers regarding his employers or those giving the orders or not, whether it’d drain her final reserves or not, Phoebe had no desire to follow this man either. But, he was alone, waiting for an opportunity to take her away without distractions, and perhaps he had a ship of his own nearby.

With a renewed focus on his blaster, however limited it’d be given her current state, perhaps the same trick worked twice. Only this time, Phoebe would try to take it from with a more powerful yank, something she hadn’t tried before though it was her only choice besides surrendering right then and there. Waiting for him to face the Voren head on would've been an option, but a risk she wouldn't take. He probably didn't know they were expecting company, and the former agent preferred being armed herself before the wolf got there.

“Oh, I think you already know that.” He refrained from answering her as she took a step backwards. A grin slipped over his features as he regarded her for a moment, the course of the drug or whatever it was had been showing signs and that had just been the barest touch.

“Guilty as charged. I was at that little club of yours. I went all the way there, you were highly recommended. Only to find that you were leaving shortly after I got there. How disappointing. And yes. I have caught you this time. There's plenty of reason. The simplest is that you will remember just how it affected you.

“It will make dealing with you all the easier if you can't really do anything except feed that need.” He took a step closer. The grin slipping from his features. “As for what I did, I simply touched you. Oh, I suppose you mean ...”

He gestured lazily with a hand indicating the effects that had embraced her. “I merely unlocked your desires.”

She yanked against that blaster not really sure if she could have bested him in a game of tug of war if he had a better grip on the weapon or had been privy of that ability.

One moment the blaster had been in hand and the next it was sailing towards her. But he recovered quickly dropping to a knee and firing a black dart of energy out of his palm which engulfed the weapon. By the looks of it he didn't need a weapon as he launched at her smaller form essentially spring that short distance at her.

His actions were smooth as if he had rehearsed them a thousand times. Yet she had taken the weapon from him so he wasn't expecting that.

Attempting to subdue her and knock her off of her feet the humanoid had been thinking two moves ahead. All that had changed was the fact that she nearly got a hold of a weapon. He had thought that she might attempt to run and expected her to do so now if he failed to get a hold of her.

What he wasn't expecting, nor had he been worried about it, was her standing her ground and attempting to fight him. Whether or not he knew about the Voren had been another matter and the more time she had been caught up here the less time she had in getting out of the area before that alien got here.

Whatever curse he brought upon her with such profoundly primal desire, it wasn’t natural. It could’ve been a drug or some other psychic power, as there were those very well capable of altering one’s mind with incredible ease. She met her fair share, one of whom she was hoping to avoid at all costs. Other species emitted aphrodisiacs from time to time, deliberate or not, liquid or gaseous in shape, there were numerous possibilities but all she needed was one memory of its potency to know her body couldn’t endure this a second time without going crazy.

For every step he took, Phoebe took a step back, but even then her body burned, the faintest of friction between her thighs urging the young blonde to submit right then and there. The air tingled against her skin, licking and lashing across cells brimming with anticipation. She bit her lower lip, with flushed cheeks and an ever more desperate expression revealing how far just one touch got him.

She meant to make this opportunity count and coaxed the blaster from his hands, but he was quicker than imagined, more capable. In fact, he moved with a degree of agility which bordered on surgical precision, as if he had been through similar situations more times than one cared to count. This man, whatever he was, definitely wasn’t as human as he appeared. An ebony bolt of some sort emerged from his palm, whipping through the gap between them faster than her psychic grasp could carry the weapon, which in turn suspended what she believed could give her an edge in midair.

As he came forward, there wasn’t much time to think. In hand to hand combat, next to no one would have anything to fear from her. Phoebe was never much of a fighter. She may have been rash at times, but it was all temper, little more. The only thing she truly had were her piloting days, and making the most out of a given situation in a hurry.

Every part of her screamed in fear, urging her to run. However, he’d catch up if she ran now. If he wouldn’t, another hunter would. Instead of running, Phoebe dropped down low, burying a hand into the ground in hopes of it being fine enough for this to work.

The climate certainly helped. It was neither too hot nor cold, and rain hadn’t fallen in the area for a while. She was hoping for dry soil, for sand, anything to blind him with or provide a distraction before hurling a handful at him, then leaping out of the man’s path before he reached her.

With any luck she could make a break for the treelines again. Perhaps that damn wolf would run into him, forcing him to shift his focus. She thought nothing of trying for the blaster again, not with that ominous black engulfing it. How far she’d get, Phoebe didn’t know. She ached in more ways than one, and every waking moment the blonde’s erotic nightmare got worse and worse.

Had she know that his third eye saw the truth in her movements, how tense her muscles reacted, she would have known that he had a slight edge when it came to combat. He knew when someone was attempting a feint, which muscles were relaxed and which were tense. He wasn't always correct seeing how his readings happened with barely enough time to calculate but more often then not his instincts had guessed correctly.

He read her crouch before she made it. But just because he could read her reactions he did not know why she made them. Not unless she vocalized them, in which case he had an ability to discern when someone was lying not that he knew what truth they were concealing but only that a falsehood had been said.

Thus he had been unaware of the shower of soil that came at him until it was nearly too late. In mid spring he could not dodge it but managed to get his eyes closed out of instinct when something was coming at his face. At the same time black feathery wings sprang from his back folding over him like a shield that the soil smacked harmlessly against.

When he had landed and those magical wings unfurled she was no longer present where she had been. Shifting his gaze he had seen her farther off only hearing others approaching. He bent down, retrieving his weapon and holstering it again before bringing forth another incantation with little effort masking himself from sight.

He then took to the air covering more ground though with all the trees it had been hard to pick her out. The white she was wearing made it easier for him to notice her though he had to loop around the vicinity a few times. With a bird's eye view of things he could see some of the other aliens in pursuit. Others had moved off to their ships and a few others remained prone where they were, stunned or dead he didn't know nor did it matter to him.

After locating her he landed nearby still cloaked in invisibility he waited until she passed him by attacking from behind. A hand clasping over her mouth with an arm winding around her waist holding her close.

“It appears that you have several fans Chance. Or should I call you Phoebe.” He became visible once he seized her dropping the illusion. “I'm going to remove my hand. Don't scream, unless you're looking to draw attention to yourself.”

His hand fell away and those wings curled around both of them before he became invisible again, his back to a tree. She could see him now but he was transparent like a ghost. She could see through those wings out at their surrounds yet he was quite solid.

“Such a pain. I don't suppose you can pilot a ship? You see, I can but those black holes make that task essentially impossible for me. If not, well orders are orders so I'll just have to try. Suffice it to say we'll probably be consumed by one of those monsters out there.”