Still battling some of their rapture driven daze, Phoebe had no clue what he was planning nor what exactly he was hoping to achieve until he reshaped himself on a whim. Smooth pitch black tissue blanketed her own, sort of like having her very own Venom claim her body whole, not that he’d understand that reference at all. While he dressed her up with more of himself, those subtle rubs and strokes teased hypersensitive flesh in the aftermaths of their release. She gasped upon feeling that delicious albeit comfortable tightness envelop her, their bodies binding in ways neither thought possible until now. At least Slarr made up for the shredded suit which he had been responsible for. He could even move her which certainly brought benefits in conflict, but her mind was already thinking back on what they'd done mere minutes ago.

“Right .. The card .. Got it.” As Phoebe got back up on her own feet, they were still somewhat unwilling to keep her upright. Fatigue and pleasure alike came crashing down on her though those had to be dismissed for the time being. Taking the first few steps, the young blonde experienced Slarr’s grip around her every tingling cell. How much he actually felt was left up in the air when all that luscious flesh swayed within him, flexing and bending all too enticingly with every step.

Just bending over stretched the area around her hips and thighs. That divine plush ass strained the confines of that skintight embrace, seemingly growing larger the more she bent to pick the card up, and the suit left almost nothing to the imagination as there was only so much of him that could cover her all up. She’d feel him slide from both cheeks into that crack, virtually flaunting the woman’s wares in her stead. It was pretty damn hot in more ways than one even though the smoke devil’s face on her chest happened to be a bit creepy, but Phoebe had no time to relish that kind of stimulating thrill much longer or they’d never make it out of here.

“Remember, the plan is to find my friend first and foremost. She’s not in those cells, and I’m not sure she’s in the area at all even if they’ve mentioned something about interrogating her. They might not even have captured her at all though I doubt she’s managed to slip away after that flashbang hit us both ..” Then again, Hope’s luck did surprise her more than once. She might still be eluding the ship’s crews somehow.

Standing back upright, taking a deep breath, the woman’s eyes peered at the frozen guard outside. Last time, he’d smacked her straight back into the cell without any trouble. She didn’t really have much of an idea on how to avoid him though a Belzar’s powers could help her slip by, or simply dispose of him right then and there. “Could be something on that terminal out there if they’ve taken her prisoner, but the standing guard’s pretty damn strong and fast. I’m not sure we could take him unless we just flat out set him ablaze .. or something.”

She didn’t exactly relish the thought of causing that much suffering to someone simply doing their job, but within the confines of the game they were still at war, and she a captive that’s already been threatened with rape by that Saurian. She had no intention of staying here.

“We’re going through the force field for now and take it from there. Can’t exactly be sure where those pipes go, nor do I remember how I got here in the first place, so that’s probably our best shot.” If Hope was still nearby, it’d be best to locate her and free her from whatever bondage she might be trapped in. Then they could take care of the ship or scientist together. At least they’d not be suffering alone anymore if that particular course of action was doomed to fail as well.

“That guard?” She could feel more movement on her chest as Slarr's eyes moved in the direction of the guard who was busy at his station. He assessed the alien quickly. “He, she, it is so diligent. Let's see that species is stronger than they look. Those tentacles can stretch pretty far and make decent weapons against unarmored opponents. And they possess an electric shock capable of stunning, rendering opponents unconscious and in some cases cause death. If memory serves they are resistant to electricity.

“But despite all that they have a number of weaknesses. Probably the one that would interest you most is fire. Their cells are able to conduct electricity with ease but other energy concentrated attacks overwhelm. Extreme cold and fire. You could thoroughly roast him. Before you lament about it this is just a game. The alien is an npc too. What player would want to do such menial work. Of course I haven't seen anyone as diligent about simple guard duty.”

Reminded about the rescue Slarr scanned the room. All the while he continued to crawl over her flesh for a better fit. That or simple to tease. As odd as this sensation was for her it was both strange and new for the smoke devil. The situation allowed him to take advantage of this situation. At least while he was powered down. When she took control of him the dynamic would change. She ceased being her only to become him temporarily.

As such she was able to pass through the force field as smoke. The Saurian guard remained on the floor unconscious as the game resumed. Not expecting her to simple pass through the field the guard had yet to notice that she had. In fact his attention was on other things as he monitored the rest of the ship.

Phoebe would have had no trouble slipping past the guard. With the gifts Slarr imparted to her she could have easily went invisible. Intellectually she became aware of those granted abilities and how to use them. It was as simple as selecting it from a menu screen had she been playing an actual game. In this case she merely had to think about it when actually wanting to perform the action. Just as thinking about moving an arm and actually doing it were two separate things so she wouldn't trigger a response on thought alone. She had to have thought plus intent.

She also became aware that she could go invisible while in smoke form too. Though there would be an olfactory scent when she did so. She wasn't sure while Slarr would smell of burnt toast. Those familiar with his abilities could be alerted especially when in areas where one wouldn't detect such a scent.

Of course she had the option to look over the guard's shoulder too. It would hamper any sort of actual sort since that made her dependent on what the guard was viewing. In this case it was sensitive areas of the ship and spots that were heavily trafficked. Keeping aware of problems before they got out of hand was likely.

The computers allowed her to check on most non critical things. There was sensitive information that she wouldn't be able to link to from here. But as far as security went there was loads of information. From guard schedules, access to unlocking secure areas such as the numerous armories as well as seeing when they were accessed. Each time they were opened security got the info on which armory and who accessed it if such information was available.

With her abilities the guard was easy to overwhelm. With surprise and her ability to generate flame things were overkill in that department. It was a simple matter to revert back to her own form so as not to use up all the time on that card. She would be able to find out more information about the Belzar card from the terminal as well. Slarr had to guide her through the menus. It was buried under armaments in the armory section yet wasn't in any of them. The details were a bit buried but the bottom line was that the card at level was good for ten minutes. What was unclear was that the card was for the old values and since it was refreshed that time was longer now but Slarr was having trouble figuring out which rules applied. It was a very long time after all.

Of more importance there was a log of Hope being captured. Presently she could see that she was involved in an interrogation. She even had the room number. The ship was thorough about security and their prisoners. The funny thing was that she was in this detention center too until moved to be interrogated. Phoebe found that Slarr's presence didn't drain any of the time from the card. She got the feeling that most Belzar didn't hang around and just let players access their abilities. Slarr seemed invested to a degree. The way he slithered against her skin like ooze. How he constantly brushed against her labia. Always threatening to sink into her without doing so. That caress extended to her nipples and clit too. At least he waited for those “quiet” moments to act and not when she was in combat. Then again she had manifested his powers where she was apart from this bizarre union too so that might have factored into things.

“What's the plan? I'm willing to bet she's in a secure area. The way this ship is run there's at least two people down there even if only one is in the room with the other. There's a record of this so it looks as if things are by the book. What after her rescue? I'm going out on a limb here and saying that there will be some sort of alarm before, after or during the attempt. Unless you have a means of deceiving them. If they come back here well that guard there will let them know something is up.”

Alien sensations flowed through and over her from the moment Phoebe assumed command over the Belzar’s powers. Simultaneously in charge and well removed from any feeling of control, the whole concept of turning to smoke threw her off, requiring constant focus on her part that it was all natural and supposed to happen. She didn’t waste time regardless. Thought and intent alike roasted the guard after she passed through the force field, then turned back to normal to have a good look at the terminal. The Saurian remained on the floor, unconscious and unharmed. She’d not waste precious Slarr time burning him to a crisp.

“So, they do have her ..” Her voice trailed off at that realization. Lips pressed together, attempting to stifle sounds of pleasure produced by the skintight embrace of that bodysuit rippling across eager, vulnerable flesh. Stiff nipples and that heated love pearl made her wince with the devil’s every cruel ministration, causing the young blonde to shudder in response. Teased with the prospect of being filled again, a pleasure that would not be more than a threat on his behalf, would make their time together more than a little strenuous.

She had other matters to focus on anyway, no matter how much of a distraction Slarr proved to be. “We’ll throw them for a loop with a bit of sabotage,” Phoebe proposed, explaining the gist of things as they surfaced in the forefront of her mind.

Alarms were bound to go off anyway, what with the guard reduced to ash and what’s still to come. Guard schedules should make sneaking into the right areas a simple enough task. Since those newfound abilities were more than a sufficient enough boon, blowing up some of those armories would’ve been a good start. Use the door code for further distraction, set of an explosive and slip away unseen before anyone caught up. Shifting their attention farther away from where Hope was being held would hopefully make any potential pursuers think the one responsible for the chaos was moving in that direction as well.

Security would be scrambling for answers, hopefully. The more experienced players that were left might catch on to what was happening, but unless they suspected both she and Hope were the only ones on board, assuming they knew about them at all, the thought of there being more than two women who’d boarded the ship might help Phoebe in the long run.

Either way, it was a simple enough plan. Time with Slarr’s powers was limited and there were only so many cracks they could slip through around the ship. As she ended up flicking through the Orion’s schematics, taking note of ducts and maintenance tunnels along the way, the blonde agent was mapping out a route for them to take that should require neither too much time nor effort to maneuver with any degree of efficiency. “Then, we’ll circle all the way back and wreak havoc on whoever’s interrogating Hope. When that’s done, we’re moving onto the next objective, whichever’s closest.”

“Total carnage, or something like that.” Slarr responded to the plan she laid out. With his wide array of abilities it was as if this scenario had been dialed down in difficulty to a large degree. It wasn't as if there were many teams roaming the ship though there were more than a few. Force fields cut off sensitive areas too. Naturally the commander suspected more people to be on board the vessel or was just playing it safe.

With an idea of the patrols Phoebe could account for most of their movements save for the added teams that had been assigned after she and Hope appeared on the scene. Still she could only keep out of sight for so long. The vessel was big and there were a lot of crew. Although she tried to keep to areas less populated there were times that she had to go invisible or transform into smoke to slip into places to avoid detection.

At last reaching one of the armories getting in was an easy affair. Even if she failed to remember the door code accessing the armor was easy now. As easy as turning into smoke and slipping into an air vent that lead into the room. The door being magnetically sealed there was no seam to ease through. But seeing that the room wasn't air tight it could still be accessed.

From there it was a simple matter of rigging up some explosive or simple setting one off if she lacked the know how. Setting a timer as long as possible she could race away from the area or simply become smoke to avoid injury. Slarr informed here that heat would not harm her in his form. That and she could manipulate flames whether she generated them or not. Now that she was here she could arm herself or even grab a few weapons for Hope as she saw fit.

Her shadow skin could act like Velcro fastening blaster pistols against her skin or even grenades. With Slarr holding onto the weapons she could carry more than usual, not that her strength was boosted there was an easier way to stow the weapons in this case. The only real drawback was having to discard the weapons if she turned into smoke. Fortunately the card was small enough to fit through the vents as it was carried along. She would find that the metal it was made of was quite flexible like a playing card though it couldn't be folded without ruining it it could be bent considerably without breaking.

An explosion did cause teams to come running. Converging on the area.

“Well shit. Go right.” Slarr noticed the droids a hair before she did. Stirring her from the corridor they were in. Invisibility may not work on machines depending on their sensor packages. Becoming smoke would work only in the immediate area given the explosion while going invisible at the same time may tip off the droids that something was wrong. Invisible smoke, even if they could not detect him visually in the best case scenario the smell would give them away. The droids might be able to hone in on the pair so it was best not to take chances.

So they took a more roundabout route than previously imagined. Hiding and slinking about the organics while keeping clear of the machines. Getting to the interrogation area of the ship Phoebe noted more cameras. Even if Slarr's touch became more intensive. Something barely penetrated past her folds rubbing against the interior of those walls. Stronger motions played with her nipples rolling against them. Pinching them. Even pulling on them gently. If she failed to keep going she'd find that her legs would work on their own albeit the motion being clunky.

At last she reached a corridor that ended in a large door. Beyond which was Hope. One of those short octopi aliens remained before it on guard. There were at least two visible cameras too. Getting past would be a challenge assuming that the door was magnetically locked. Of course she could just attack or spend the time looking for a vent to access knowing that the chamber wasn't air tight.

Of course it probably wouldn't matter if she charged straight into things. Alarms were already going off so unless someone called it in they wouldn't likely pinpoint her straight away. Not unless someone was monitoring the cameras. She might be able to short them out. Perhaps generate enough flame to render onlookers blind but that would simply give away the fact that something was happening here.

“She's an npc too,” Slarr chimed in on her thoughts.

Seconds wasted away when attempting to remain undetected for as long as humanly possible. Such detours were a bit of a bother, but unfortunately couldn’t be helped. All the commotion may not be enough of a distraction to keep everyone’s eyes off the interrogation area once they did arrive, and that was kind of the point when breaking out Hope happened to be the primary objective for now. A greater number of cameras in the area only demanded more caution on their part. Phoebe hoped being slowed down here wouldn’t affect their progress too much. The other alarms were probably being handled in due time which meant they’d have to act quickly.

“Oooohhhh ..” About the moving quickly part, Slarr certainly had other ideas and would even keep her limbs going when his cruel ministrations were becoming too much to bear. A hand masked those flustered features to hide her own shame and muffle those wanton sounds he’d elicited with every rippling motion across the woman’s trembling body. At times, it became difficult to walk straight, let alone remember the nature of the scenario they were both trapped in.

Succumbing to his advances more often than not, the inside of that bodysuit brimmed with erotic tension. She was dripping wet the entire time. The lewd squelch of juices may have been stifled though there was no mistaking the hungrily contracting, quivering flower hoping to receive even more of his undivided attention. Sensitive inner walls licked and spasmed around invading tissue, granting each daring rub a response equal to how potent his manipulations were. Tight as Slarr was around her, not even her engorged clit had been spared. It ground into him with each step, furthering the woman’s fall at his hands. The throbbing inside her nipples intensified in much the same way, almost making the poor blonde drool while hazy eyes were beginning to lose focus.

It was hell, albeit a pleasant one, as with each moment Slarr remained her own needs were spiraling out of control. Were it not for the fact he forced that lust drunken body to keep swaying down the corridors before them, it’d have become increasingly difficult to resist those urges. Relief never seemed within reach, but at least Hope came closer every waking moment.

A few more obstacles lingered in her path. Two cameras and another alien. Given her current state of mind, coherent thoughts weren’t particularly forthcoming. No point in looking for another vent when one of the keys were bound to be right in front of her. They had wasted enough time already. She’d burn out those cameras or short them, whichever worked better. If neither worked, then blinding onlookers would’ve been the next best thing.

Striding down the corridor, cheeks flushed to the extreme, sweat collecting on her brow, a hand extended towards the remaining creature. Slarr alluded to getting rid of her on the spot, but Phoebe would give her a chance to do the right thing, player or not. “You there! Drop your weapons and kick them over. Now!” Whether there were any weapons at all, considering how strong and agile those things were before, Phoebe did not ease up. “Open that door!” If a demonstration of her powers hadn’t been enough to convince the octopus alien that compliance was a valid option, igniting her would be next up on the list.

She was done fooling around. It’d be time to see how far that interrogation had progressed and which state Hope wound up in at this point in time. Having figured another alien or more may be inside the room, they may not live long enough to apologize for what they’d done.

They’d still have to take care of the ship or scientist somehow, but she’d never leave a friend to suffer, even if it meant jeopardizing her own safety in the process.

“They sure don't make them like they use to.” Two jets of flame caused each camera in turn to explode in a shower of sparks. There were scorch marks along the ceiling as well. The alien looked to the ceiling first at hearing the first explosion before looking to her.

Slarr at cased his assault upon her for the moment. For starters she stole command of his abilities that caused his own actions to cease. Nor did he start back up once more until the situation finished. The alien considered her words for a moment or was just stunned but chose to ignore her and thus went to raise a weapon. She was incinerated for her troubles which only caused her suit to flow and ripple over her afterwards. Now it felt as if tiny mouths had appeared on the inside of her suit sucking on her breasts as she or Slarr moved over to the door.

There was no lock on this side of the door anyway. It may have sealed from within but fortunately was unlocked. The interrogators confident that nothing was going to happen especially with their prisoner restrained. Inside she could see a bruised Hope sitting in a chair, arms behind her back and shackled.

The human officer she met earlier at her cell was standing near Hope. A stun stick in hand that he was applying to Hope's belly until the door opening caught his attention. The room being sound proofed they did not hear what was going on outside.

In addition closer to the door was a large brute of a soldier that spun in her direction. His reactions were expedient yet he paused as her suit opened exposing her bare chest. The human was baffled, confused and caught up with making sense of it all negating his reaction time. By the time he went for his sidearm it would be to late. Her suit sealing back up.

In taking care of one threat that officer was able to react. Scurrying behind Hope and her chair he produced his own sidearm placing it to the temple of the agent.

“I don't know how you got out of your cell but unless you want to see her with a beam through her head you'll get down on your knees and interlock your fingers atop that pretty little head.”

It appeared that they were in a standoff. It was tough to determine if she were detected yet too. With alarms already going off given that explosion there was no telling if she were detected as being here yet.

Sending another alien to an early grave, player or not, had been none to pleasant and hardly something Phoebe would ever get used to, but the young blonde had no choice. The repulsive smell of burnt tissue, among others, brought a grimace of discomfort upon her, but not for long. Aside from more work having to be done, a most thrilling suction played over both covered mounds. How those unseen mouths proceeded to nip and bite, combining exquisite aches with all the more spine tingling bliss, was almost too delightful to keep moving.

Yet that’s exactly what happened. Swaying into the unlocked interrogation room, one large brute had been dealt with immediately though it offered enough time for the officer who threatened her earlier to make a move of his own. He was hiding behind the other woman, the barrel of a gun pointed at her head while Phoebe observed him carefully, insides seething with anger from what he was doing to Hope moments prior, as well as the burning desire due to the side effects of wearing a Slarr bodysuit for most of this little adventure.

What a still conscious Hope made of these developments, she didn’t know. Whichever emotions came flooding through her skull and whether those were enough to numb any recent experiences with that stun baton, Phoebe had returned all the same. She could have probably dealt with the Orion or that scientist by herself, but that’d leave her partner stranded here for who knows how long. Abandoning a friend for the sake of some hollow victory simply wasn’t her style.

In light of current circumstances, however, Phoebe couldn’t simply set their mutual foe on fire either. That weapon could still go off in time, making this whole endeavor pointless, not to mention that it’d make her responsible for her friend’s death, even if only in a virtual environment. She figured there’d be no choice but to play along for the time being lest that’d be another burden she’d have to shoulder.

“Alright, alright! I’ll do it. Just don’t hurt her.” The blonde obeyed, dropping down to her knees. Every motion was an unintended performance thus far, enhanced only by the Belzar’s beautifully skintight embrace. A gentle gasp rolled off those luscious lips from the friction of smooth sable tissue grinding against her every pleasured nerve. Arching her back bestowed further emphasis on that deliciously confined bosom which, complimented by arms reaching up to do as he had asked giving these swollen orbs even more of the spotlight, couldn’t hide the same arousal that was written all over her face as well. Lips parted slightly, blowing heated breaths in order to vent at least some of that intense bodily heat rippling through her core.

“Ah .. N-Now what? Surely we can talk about this, can’t we? I’m still willing to let you go if you play nice.” She, too, wondered how he thought everything would play out though burning desires were making it hard to concentrate. Was he aware of the Belzar card? Surely he must’ve been. That wouldn’t help him in the long run, of course, unless he was betting his entire existence here on her compliance until support arrived. She’d make it quite clear they weren’t going to be waiting forever. “The whole ship’s in disarray right now. Alarms have been going off left and right. If you’re waiting for someone to take me back into custody, you’ll be waiting for quite a while. You don’t have that kind of time.”

“No! Don't!” Was all that Hope managed before she felt the press of a barrel against the back of her head.

“Shut up!” The officer watched Phoebe obey. Hope felt a bit braver than she would have had the situation been real. If she were killed then so be it. She had a feeling that wouldn't be the case. Odd things happened around her all the time. Even when they were bad they weren't as bad. Things tended to work themselves out in the end. She had no idea about what was going on, that new suit. Even that face. Was that suit moving? With one eye swollen closed it was hard to tell.

But the officer could. Not that Slarr ceased. Something pressed into Phoebe slowly as she concluded her words. Her chamber being filled by what felt like ooze or water. In time it became more solid pressing previously closed walls farther apart as she could clearly feel something inside her. For the moment it barely moved as that shape concluded.

“I don't know where you got that experimental suit from but you'll regret not grabbing a helmet.” So was that the in game lore to explain the Belzar cards? The officer may not have known all the abilities of the suit, especially with so many Belzar having different abilities. Even if he had Slarr had been updated so he might not know everything.

He aimed at her now. His arm extended out from Hope's shoulder.

“As much as I enjoy my blonds on their knees I'd remind you that I'm not blaster proof.”

Slarr had no idea what she was going for though with the array of abilities at her command he was certain she'd work something out. His words took both the officer and Hope by surprise. The officer's knee jerk reaction was to aim at that face. He would have fired had he had the time. Hope whipped her head into that arm sending him off target. There was a shot but she had more than enough time to act as the man stepped back and to the side to line up another shot.

Hope smacked her head pretty good but still had the presence of mind to throw all her body weight to the left. Causing her to fall with the chair she was attached to opening the officer up to a clean shot more or less. At that stage it was easy to take him out either by incineration or going invisible and taking him out with strikes if she didn't want another death on her conscience.

“A little help here.” Hope would say from the floor. The officer had the keys to the restraints as well as an ID key card to get through doors of higher clearance. He and the brute were armed with side arms and he had a stun baton as well.

There were a wide variety of other tools her as well to persuade people to talk.

Similar to that charred alien outside, the officer turned out to be nothing more than a hotheaded fool with a blaster in hand. She had a hard time glossing over much else even though he mentioned something about her wearing an experimental suit of sorts. Phoebe voiced her willingness to let him go and he still attempted to kill her, exhausting his mistake allowance right then and there. Still, were it not for Slarr’s words taking everyone by surprise, the lovely blonde would’ve likely been unable to act without harming Hope in the process.

The bound woman whipped around, throwing off his aim. Phoebe had turned invisible by the time he mustered enough focus to realign his weapon. She’d made a dash towards him, retrieving the stun baton in stride, and slammed the length of it against his extended arm from below, cracking firmly against the officer’s wrist. Another blow to the chest followed, then another to his head, as unseen forces battered him into submission, then into a state of unconsciousness, sparing his life though he would no doubt feel the aches should he awaken before the game’s up.

Afterwards, the weapon had been discarded, clattering to the floor while Phoebe stumbled about, grimacing in pleasure whilst a faint sigh slipped past gritting teeth. “Nngh ..” Silky folds trembled around Slarr’s latest carnal favor, which turned out to be an entire phallic shape nestled deep within her chalice. All his previous advances had brought the young blonde closer and closer to the edge, and this was no exception.

Arms wrapped around herself, fighting the urge to moan out. Eyes fluttered as a myriad of sensations came crashing down, lapping at the pleasure centers of her brain without respite. Cheeks flushed, their deepening crimson colors ever more potent as every gentle twist of her hips had the girth churn those depths this way and that. The same remained true for each step she took, grinding him further against those tingling walls as they tightened and relaxed uncontrollably, convulsing heatedly around that devil’s creation. Were it not for the presence of that bodysuit, Phoebe’s wants and needs would’ve been dripping all over the holding cell.

A semblance of coherence returned to her when Hope called out, still helplessly tied to the chair. “Ah! S-Sorry, be right there!” Phoebe sucked in another deep breath, continuing to battle demons of her own while fetching the keys to her friend’s restraints, undoing them in short order.

“You alright? Can you walk?” She looked roughed up. The officer did quite the number on her. Unlike Hope, Phoebe hadn’t sustained much physical abuse and received but a taste of what that man was willing to do to his captives. If not for that one octopus alien, he’d have probably ordered that Saurian to fuck her until she couldn’t think anymore, or worse. Whatever victory they had achieved here, it hardly seemed worth it compared to the circumstances they wound up in.

“I’d understand if you don’t want to continue from here ..” She finally uttered under her breath, helping the other woman stand. All they’d need was a computer terminal and Hope could get out of here. Without the Belzar card working for both of them, things wouldn’t be that much easier from here on out although they’d actually have a chance to winning now. With the ship’s blueprints more or less committed to memory, finding their way around shouldn’t be too troubling either. “If you do, we still have the usual options. Sabotage or dispose of our target.”

Some of the gear seemed helpful at least. Since the officer hadn’t been incinerated, his key card would be theirs for the taking, as did the two men’s sidearms. Just how far that’d get them remained to be seen. Given how much nigh crippling pleasure gnawed at her, Slarr might have to take over her movements every now and then anyway. “Ah .. hah .. H-Hope .. Grab whatever gear you can. We should get out of here and cover some ground before we get company. I’m not sure how long the distractions I’ve set will keep everyone busy ..”

“I could ask you the same question. Are you alright?” Hope missed some but not all of her struggles seeing that she was toppled over until righted and released.

Taking up a fire arm she shuddered as Slarr spoke once more. Those eyes turning to face her before glancing away. “Pass.” He rejected the agent. She didn't meet his criteria. But you know who did? Well she was about to fell another extension of himself as a bulge pressed against that back door now.

He was already being drenched in her favor feeling that incredible tightness ripple over him. He was not silent as well. Groaning a time or two himself. It only increased as he pushed back into that snug backside filling both her holes and making it difficult for her to collect those weapons.

“OK you two are freaking me the fuck out,” Hope couldn't ignore the signs. Nor did Slarr care what she thought sticking a tongue out at the agent. It was probably a good thing Hope lacked her sword. It probably wouldn't have done anything anyway.

Hope shook her head in annoyance then checked the blaster out of habit like a good little soldier. She'd suck with it but would make it work somehow.

“Are you serious? I'm mot looking for a terminal. If I die … or worse,” she glanced at Slarr's face and that ever moving body of inky darkness “well it's just a game. Now are we going to get these fuckers or not?”

She rubbed her sore chin. Listening to whatever scheme the pair had. Slarr was to busy fucking her to really follow. A squirm here, a jab there. Never quite enough to send her over the edge but clearly building towards it. At last he interjected only to move things along faster.

Whether he would pin Phoebe to a wall somewhere and fuck her senseless or tease her just enough that her goal just might succeed had been something he was still debating himself. After all he had no real interest in the game and was having all the fun he wanted. Had she not been a blond he would have checked out the moment she called him to do other things with his time.

As it was she held his interest for the time being.

“Why don't you split up? Getting around on your on would be so much easier. You could draw all the heat and get out of jams taking attention off of your associate there so she can sulk around easier. Not that either of you would have much luck with those pistols. I guess you could overload them and use them as a one use explosive but that would be all or nothing.

“Head to head with any of the aliens on the ship ends in defeat. The humans and droids you have a fighting chance against -”

Hope cut Slarr off with a glance to her pistol. “I'll make it work. But he's right. Our best option would be to destroy or sabotage the ship somehow. But that's probably even harder than taking down the scientist. If I could get my sword that's at least semi effective against them. But it and our gear is back near the detention center I think. I'm not certain but I saw a room near there when they were moving me. Might be a store room. I'm just getting a feeling that that's were we need to go.”

Aside from some minor bruises due to her captors and that tentacle lash earlier, which had been covered up by a certain someone’s persistent presence, as well as a full face blush, the quivering blonde seemed absolutely fine and admitted as much. Abuse or the potential thereof faced her many times, but not to the point of becoming reality. What did come true, however, manifested itself in the many tingly waves of pleasure running through and over her, and which never quite ground to a halt. As Slarr administered another part of himself against her backdoor, his prey had little time to brace. Their heated groans emerged in unison when he entered, accompanied by a sudden rise in tension causing those devoted inner muscles to crush him with unaltered admiration. Those strange inky girths rubbed against one another through a narrow wall of flesh, making her all too aware of how stretched her depths had become.

“It’s .. It’s nothing to worry about ..” Toes curled while moaning lips mustered enough focus to respond to the agent’s concerns. She knew full well their activities were far from inconspicuous. Trapped in a bodysuit comprised entirely of dark rapture, hitting her every sensitive bundle of nerves to the point of going crazy, that much had become unavoidable.

Such humiliation merely added to the fire burning through her cheeks. Slarr didn’t have to demean her like that, to use and torment her without an end in sight. Yet that heated form shuddered against him all the same, nipples and nethers pulsating with hot blood, with molten insides gripping him tight to the perpetually violent throb of the blonde’s love button. It was all the more thrilling to be toyed with right in front of her comrade’s eyes, regardless of whether they looked at them with disdain, reluctance or yearning. Phoebe didn’t care that much with her head being increasingly stuffed full of erotically charged cotton. Were it not for him not fancying Hope, there’d have been no complaint on her part when it came to getting the somewhat roughed up albeit still gorgeous agent involved.

Splitting up would’ve been a delight in one way or another, if only to help her burn through all that pent up desire. She forced that pleasant reverie from her mind in order to get back to the matter at hand. Since Hope meant to stick around no matter what, Phoebe would do the same. Those bastards were in for a hard time.

Getting back to anywhere near the detention center wasn’t going to be easy, but worth a shot if they were to acquire any sort of hardware that’d help them with the scientist or other aliens on board. Phoebe nodded at that. “Mnnh .. Ah .. Alright .. Then that’s where we’re headed. We’ll be better off with our gear.” With a number of armories in shambles that still served as distractions for the moment, it was doubtful anything useful could be retrieved from them. That store room, assuming Hope had been correct in her assumption, would be their best option. Well, technically her friend’s best option. Slarr himself had been incredibly useful thus far and unless he changed his mind about their continued cooperation, they’d be in this together for a while.

“Besides, haven’t had much reason to doubt your intuition so far, current circumstances excluded.” She managed a faint smile through the facade of bliss etched into her features. Luck could be a fickle thing, after all. Getting captured certainly wasn’t part of the plan, but then again Phoebe chalked it up to them being careless in that regard and not simply lacking in fortune.

Just how to get there and how swiftly they could hope to move was another matter. Phoebe thought it best to take point, but even that’d be made difficult as twin members filled her, whether active or entirely motionless, on top of Slarr’s many other thorough ministrations which melted her resolve little by little. Supple limbs grew tense in his embrace only to slacken again, over and over, weakening them with every advance. She was on edge more often than not. Seconds turned to minutes of sexual erosion, chipping away at one’s sanity and shame.

Slightly hazy eyes dulled further with every moment of their unlikely symbiosis, regressing to a half lidded state from time to time. Phoebe covered her mouth to conceal a whimper from her partner, her voice drooped to a frustrated albeit pleasure rich whisper. “Slarr, I .. Nnnh .. Ah ..” She winced, her insides and femjuices long since stirred to a froth, begging for release. “Ease up a little .. please ..”

All that seething excitement gradually reached boiling point. He had to alter or correct those motions of hers sometimes, for the young woman was starting to slip more often than not. Inevitably, he had to let her body and mind recover some, if only a little, or those cohesive movements one could consider normal would be up to him. But, with the game drawing ever closer to an end, wasting time not fondling that precious blonde or rocking her world with his every thrust appeared ever more inexcusable to, at least within the game’s world, a long neglected Belzar such as himself.

She was unable to conceal things from Hope. Nor did Slarr really care. He was not invested in the game and his participation was due to the fact that he got to play with a willing lovely blond. The difficulty level that Phoebe set made the scenario harder. But most of the safe guards were turned off. Nothing would be fatal but pain and sensations were set at maximum as evidence by the touch upon her. Those thrusts and caresses were as strong as the real thing.

Yet in an odd way things were made easier now with her discovery. Finding the Belzar card allowed her to evade threats easier and even go toe to toe with everything she encountered thus far. A degree of Hope's luck worked in her favor. It made things less sever for her though not always good. In this situation it was Hope subject to the interrogation rather than being cast in a cell with an item that simply refuse to work as well. Since Slarr wanted to torment Phoebe in a good way it caused him to stick around using his abilities to best effect.

Hope eyed her. “You sure?”

“Yes, she's sure you silly twat. Time's wasting. Let's go, unless you feel like taking on even more opponents.”

Once they were on their way the ship proved rather chaotic. Individuals rushing here and there. Force fields were in place limiting their movements though with Slarr she could pass through them if they separated. Only the fields in place to keep out or in atmospheres would be those she could not pass through and those were only along the hull and hanger.

Still they were able to back track with some difficulty. While they had a reasonable idea what section of the ship they were in they cast their net wide. That or the explosion did far more damage than she realized.

At one point she had to make a plea to Slarr as she was driven close. For the most part Hope evaded her gaze or looked away but that did little in the moment. The smoke devil considered her words. Cocks pistoned into her holes fully as if he was going to ignore her and drive them wild within her. But they both stopped then faded into smoke. They emptied her but he did not stop there.

Oh, no. He kept her on edge. Just enough so that he could press her to her limits quicker. Slarr considered giving it to her hard at the climax of an intense battle but thought better of it. If she perished his fun would end abruptly. Maybe afterward. What felt like tiny mouths and one case a tongue sucked on those nibbles and brushed across her clit with less frequency allowing her to get better control of the situation.

“Better?” Well, tough if it wasn't as he refused to stop entirely.

They were not expecting them to return to the detention center so the closer they got the easier it became until they were close.

“This way.” Hope lead them the rest of the way to the storage room which had their belongings. Her sword was readily taken up along with her other gear. She caught a concerned look from Hope. “You good?”

“What will you two do now? This is a large section of the ship that they have you stuck in. Eventually they'll get their shit together and find you. I can't think of anything vital in this area such as engineering. Even if there was I doubt it would be left unguarded.”

“But you know what might be in this section? The science labs. Or they'd be close enough.”

Slarr rolled his eyes. Phoebe would feel the movement along her skin. “Those sections would be sealed off if your target is as important as you make out. Even the air ducts have fields that could be turned off and on. Phoebe could advance on her own -”

Hope cut him off. Not a fan of that idea at all. “That's good for the air ducts and corridors but we could go through the walls. An explosive charge or even this sword.” She turned the blade in her grasp showing it off. “I haven't found a material that the Nagai blades can't cut through. It makes rather quick work of steel and other common building materials. If I had enough time I could eventually get through a blast door. What say you Phoebe? A few cuts in a wall and this last frag grenade I have? Sort of brutish with the lack of fineness but at this stage surprise is out.”

Slarr pulled the strings from beginning to end. Those heated lips contained another moan when he even responded for the ink clad specimen in his grasp. While he did ease up on her, it didn’t change anything in the long run. One source of pleasure had replaced another, and retained much the same potency considering they both served to keep her on edge the whole time. She thought it a miracle they’d been making any progress at all.

Slumping back against one of the storage room’s walls upon entry, Phoebe breathed out a sigh of perceived albeit far from genuine relief towards her partner. “Uh huh,” She uttered softly, fighting the inherent well of boiling hot magma that was her lust to warp such simple words into far more degrading sounds of torturous rapture. If anything, her frustration had been growing out of control for who knew how long. It didn’t take much to see that. Hope had looked away more often than not, but it must’ve been obvious how much the lovely blonde wished for her torment to end yet just how eager she was to let it carry on.

Inside that dark demonic embrace, aflame but not entirely consumed by desire, Slarr’s movements made the young beauty tingle all over. Flesh and muscle quaked on demand. Sweat worked up from their degeneracy driven workout trailed over that shifting darkness, drifting down small albeit swollen breasts and the crack of that pleasantly endowed ass. Hot nectar and wanton folds alike squished and slurped around one shadowy intruder, quivering hungrily around that cock though its brethren had been far from neglected.

All the sweeter had been those stifled whimpers she produced when he proceeded to nip and bite those unseen nipples just right, causing her chest to heave a little quicker, driving it into his advances whilst the woman’s tender nubs throbbed with her heart’s ever present excitement. The more he learned about her body, the more he could tempt it, forcing Phoebe to fight the urge to buck her hips at his loving ministrations to a most sensitive love pearl though that was hardly the only resistance on her part that’d ripple through their linked forms.

In spite of all that, they made it far enough to retrieve Hope’s gear. Alternatives to some of her initial ideas were becoming quite feasible. As for what her thoughts on the matter were, it took some dedication to something as simple as speaking up to bring them across. “Uhhnn .. I .. I think- Ah~”

“Hope’s idea .. Nnhnn .. I-I think .. I think it’s a worth a shot ..” As much as she would’ve loved some alone time with Slarr, if only to plea for some much needed relief once they split up, assuming he’d even grant it, the time for covert operations ended when blowing those armories to bits. They were on the final stretch here, and whether this whole endeavor ended in victory or defeat, they’d share it. With any luck they might actually be able to cut through to the labs from their current position, even if it turned out to be a great risk. If they made it there, or if push came to shove, Phoebe still had the Belzar, or rather his powers, on hand. That grenade could come in handy when dealing with the Saurian in case the agent’s limited range with that blade wasn’t quite enough to make contact.

Not exactly the greatest prospect still, but worth the attempt given how low security’s been in the immediate area. It’d take time for them to realize what’s actually going on. Whatever retinue that scientist still had would be a problem, of course, but easier to handle than the ship’s vast security detachments. Looking at Hope, however needy for attention she might’ve appeared, Phoebe gave her a nod of approval. “Let’s do this already. It’s about time we fuck this whole ship up.”

“We need to get that suit off you.” Hope finally addressed the issue she had been ignoring. Her gaze drifted to her blade as she turned it over in her hand.

“Not happening. I like it here. To put it in game terms you'd be familiar with I'm a cursed item now.”

That of course wasn't true but he had no intention of going anywhere. Granted getting rid of that card would do the trick since he was anchored to it. On his end he could only influence the area close to the card or generate his in game affects from that point. Phoebe could cast him aside though given where that card was she'd have quit the time trying that since he wouldn't just let her discard him like that.

“But I don't really care what either of you do.”

When that was settled and their plan decided the pair was off again. More of the ship had force fields as they shrank the area of containment as they searched. It was a bit more challenging to avoid all the searchers. Fortunately many of them were droids that ran predictable patterns allowing them to duck off in one direction or another. After several detours they got as far as they could.

Finding themselves in a medical bay the place was currently empty save for the lone medical droid that asked asked Phoebe the nature of her medical emergency.

“Fuck off!” Slarr lifted Phoebe's arm up and prepared to launch a bolt of flame at the machine before stopping himself and returning control to Phoebe. The droid probably targeted her given her elevated pulse or coloration, whatever baseline it used indicated that she was beyond normal levels. It probably had sensors of some sort. But other than annoying questions and directions to take a seat on the bed over in the corner the droid could not hinder them in any fashion.

Hope ignored it heading straight to a wall. She inspected it.

“The science lab is behind here?”

The droid shook it's conical head and pointed to an adjacent wall. “It's that wa -”

Hope slashed at the wall with a two handed grip. Diagonally one way then another as she formed an X. Using all the strength her meager frame could muster deep gashes appeared in the wall. Large enough to see through Phoebe could see figures on the other side. One of which was approaching the wall with great haste after shoving someone out of the way. At least two figures. One was clearly large. Dark green or black, it as hard to say given that there wasn't a huge breech in the wall to see by.

Hope cut again and again as quickly as she could. Each slash taring more or the wall apart. Weakening it enough where a solid kick just might collapse a hole in it big enough to move through. Suffice it to say it was already large enough to toss the grenade through or even gt off a blast of fire. However, that figure was just about there now. No doubt it was one of the saurians that let out a massive roar.

It was unclear what it was going to do. Was it trying to charge through the wall on it's side? Could it?

Stripping off that suit had been out of the question. Even if by some miracle Slarr could be convinced to let her go, the benefits outweighed whatever maddeningly erotic torment he put her through. Still, making any sort of progress did make her ponder the question of what he thought about them winning or losing in the grand scheme of things. With the Saurian scientist dead, or some other means to complete their overarching objective, the game would end. Won’t that result in him missing out on what he’s been cherishing this entire time?

As with many other matters regarding current circumstances, his continued advances let that thought fade into obscurity. What focus he permitted had been dedicated to making their way through the ship undetected, down to the first step they made into the medical lab. Phoebe must’ve looked an alarming mess to that droid. Whether visual indications such as flushed cheeks or glistening skin, or perhaps even deeper scans revealed an excitedly beating heart among other things pointed at a potential emergency, such vitals were anything but normal.

Still, the party had other problems. Phoebe waved the droid off while Hope got to work on the wall closest to the science lab. That blade really did cut through virtually anything they came across. Relief rippled down her spine, as did the perpetual bliss foisted upon her senses. She’d have hated walking this final stretch of the path by herself. They were getting close now.

Ultimately, however, nothing came all that easy to them. Somewhere beyond those gashes in the wall, Phoebe spotted what appeared to be another Saurian. While Hope did say that the Pyro had formidable aliens on board, no similar entities had been encountered aboard the Orion yet. Was there anything like that guarding the labs in an emergency? Phoebe had her doubts. No, it had to be a Saurian. Not entirely unexpected, but definitely a greater obstacle than the wall they were already dealing with, and hopefully the final one at that.

Eyes widened as it wouldn’t be waiting for them to finish what they started. Whatever it was planning, it was coming closer, and fast. She briefly considered blasting whatever room they were cutting into, or have Hope toss the grenade through what narrow gaps they had created thus far, but couldn’t make up her mind in time to react. Instead, the young pilot whipped around to face her battered comrade, thinking it best to not risk being charged down along with the metal wall.

“Look out!” Phoebe shouted towards her companion and, unless Hope had noticed the same large beast coming at the damaged wall and responded accordingly, hurried over to provide a quick push meant to drive her back. Shoving the other woman enough to potentially get her out of harm’s way resulted in herself standing right beside the imminent breech, but that’s where those otherworldly powers came in.

Slarr had control taken from him. In case that Saurian charged through the wall, assuming it could do that at all, it was best to be prepared. The reptile’s sudden advance and thunderous roar left little room for doubt in the blonde’s head that it’d do just that. If there were no signs of him slowing down, and without enough time to dispatch of him with a swath of flame, Phoebe’s body would transform into smoke right then and there.

She didn’t know what would happen if someone came running at, let alone through her in that state. It must’ve been similar to swatting at some tobacco smoke, dispersing it to some extent, albeit far more disorienting to the cloud of smoke in question. Whatever the case, fulfilling the mission became an ever more feasible outcome. For better, or for worse, the coming minutes would decide their fate here.