0 comments/ 26571 views/ 10 favorites Find the Shoe on the Other Foot Ch. 01 By: Mesmeri This story shares some names and concepts with 'Opening Andora's Box' but that is it. This is not a sequel of that story. The rescue "It is tradition to give this little speech at this point in your middy cruise, right before the start of the first deepspace training exercise," Commander Anari told her small audience. And small it was because the three Amazonas in front of her along with herself made up the entire crew of the scoutship. Of course, you didn't really need even that many as the AI did pretty much all the work on a spaceship. The job of these fresh recruits that had just completed their training wouldn't come into play until they found their first ship. "You have begun a career to defend Amazona against her enemies, but not just defend. Our task is to bring our freedom to those who don't have it, to release women from the tyranny of Man. We will do so ship by ship, planet by planet and solar system by solar system as the first Amazonan, Sarah the Huntress, commanded us." Anari clasped her hands behind her back to stop herself from running one through her short, red hair. It was a habit a commander couldn't show in front of the women and it was one she still had even after four years of command. Her lean frame and smooth face made her look far younger then the 33 she really was but that was the case for most in the service and for Amazonans in general. The women in front of her though, looked just like the fresh-faced eighteen-year olds they were. "You all know the story of Sarah, but the lesson therein cannot be emphasized enough. The original settlers of Amazona conceived it as Man's paradise. A place where Man would be master and women would be their serfs. And so it was for generations until the day Sarah was driven out of her village. Accused of poisoning her husband she was hunted like an animal for weeks until one day she stumbled upon an Aleatean research-outpost." She could tell Yanara and Diana were loosing interest already. Like Anari herself they were natives who had heard the story since they could talk. Mei-Li was still giving it rapt attention though. Her appearance also made it clear she was not a native of Amazona because she lacked the height, shoulder-length brown hair or the bronzed skin that was common to those from Amazona herself. The commander had read Mei-Li's file and knew her background. She was six when pirates had attacked the transport she and her parents were on. The pirates had killed her father and taken her and her mother on board. By the time an Amazonan raider came across the pirates her mother was dead as well and Mei-Li had suffered serious abuse as well. To the girl, the Amazonans were her saviors and the education center had taken advantage of that. By the time she was mature enough to realize that the Amazonans would have either enslaved her father or killed him like the pirates had done she was firmly convinced the man had joined the pirates when they abused her mother and herself. The woman might be petite and wear her hair in a braid that came to her butt but she was fiercer than Yanara and Diana combined. The fact that thanks to microwire-muscles in her hair she could use that braid like a fifth appendage strong enough to crush bones just added to that image. But tradition was tradition so Anari kept going. "The outpost was old and badly damaged but still operational. And it was from this outpost that Sarah got the tool to launch her revolution, the nanites that even now course through our bodies to keep us healthy and strong. And these same nanites keep our men in their place, as our servants." Which was all they were good for really in a modern society. The nanites that broke their will also lowered their intelligence quite a bit and most unskilled and even skilled labor could be done by robots far more efficient. So the men were kept around just for breeding and entertainment. She wrapped the story up now, "Sarah's vision did not stop at Amazona however for she knew many more men were out here in the galaxy and that they would come to fear her. And so she commanded her followers to spread her truth to all corners of the galaxy. And now, you will add your weight to that mission." She shifted her weight and continued in a lighter voice. "Now that we have that out of the way we can get to today's exercise. It's a simple one designed to get you familiar with the specific quirks of this ship because trust me, they all get them after a few years. We will drop out of hyper between systems in a less-traveled sector which is nominally claimed by the Thornburgers. Once we arrive there we will conduct simulated battles for three days and then we will see if we can't find a tramp freighter or yacht to test your acquisition skills on. Panopea," she addressed the ship now, "what is our ETA and do you have anything on the scanners?" A contralto voice answered her. "We will be arriving at our destination in five minutes, Commander. My scanners are detecting a bulk freighter moving away from us at our present course, distance to the freighter is 7.2 light-years." That meant they were out of their scanner range, which was good since she didn't want anybody getting curious as to why they went to sublight in the middle of nowhere. Anari felt pleased with herself too, this was her first stint as a commander of a middy cruise and she had managed to time that little speech quite well in her opinion. Everybody stayed in the room waiting for those final five minutes to pass. They could all hear the engines power-down as they dropped out of hyper but were rudely surprised when the ship sounded battle stations right after that. They all scrambled for their pods. These pods could hermetically seal themselves in the event of a hull breach and even functioned as escape pods for the small ship where space was at a premium. "Bring defense-screen online and charge the graser," Anari ordered. "Panopea, tell me what's out there." Panopea did as she was ordered and showed an image of the ship she had detected after exiting hyper. A ship going at hyper could only detect major disturbances like suns, planets or other ships going at hyper. Likewise a ship going at sublight speeds couldn't detect a ship going at hyper but that wasn't much comfort right now for Anari because the readings coming in told her that her ship was dwarfed by the one out there. Then she blinked as she recognized its familiar hull as one of their research vessels. Like the Panopea it was designed to mimic a fish. But while the Panopea looked like a flatfish, the research vessel resembled a whale more than anything else. "It is an Amazonan research-vessel, Muse-class," Panopea confirmed. "The ship seems to be dead in the water and I am not detecting any energy emissions from it. The ship's transponder is offline as well. I do however have a visual on its hull-registry that identifies it as the Erato. According to my files the ship was reported missing 34 years, 7 months and..." Anari waited for more but Panopea had stopped talking. She was about to prod the ship for more information when Panopea resumed. "My apologies captain, but upon identifying that vessel I received orders from the Intelligence AI. Intel has standing orders regarding the Erato that supersede any other mission. We are forbidden to report our discovery to Command and must maintain com-silence from now on. Our new mission is to board the Erato and assess its condition. If it can be flown back to the nearest naval base we are to do so. If not, evidence of this must be presented to the Intelligence AI who will adjust our orders accordingly. I assume that means we are to salvage a research project in that case but it is keeping quiet on that." Anari slowly released her breath. 'Well that's just great, we just got drafted by the Intel weenies.' But she didn't let that frustration show. "Looks like your first assignment will be a lot more exciting than planned ladies. I can tell you right now that this cruise just got classified. Which means none of you can brag about this afterwards in a bar. Panopea, find an airlock and dock us with the Erato. As for the three of you, get suited up." "Shouldn't one of us stay back, ma'am? Just in case?" Yanara asked after sharing a look with Diana. The commander didn't chew her out, they were still wet behind the ears after all. "There's no point, Yanara. Panopea can handle everything here and I need all three of you anyway. Two to carry a powercell and one to act as lookout while I operate the scanner. Now, let's suit up!" ------------------------------------------------- Anari looked the middies over as they waited for Erato's airlock to open. It was slow going because the power had to come from Panopea who also had to prod the computer controlling that airlock into action. They were wearing skinsuits of course although Anari personally had never really liked the things. The plumbing of it always felt a little awkward to Anari for the first hour or so and maintaining a bald crotch like all spacers did only helped a little. Once again she checked her force baton and the controller strapped to her left forearm. The force baton could be used to either stun or just shoot someone while the controller sported a very long needle and a reservoir of nanites. The needle was controlled by wrist movements and was quite flexible. Neither would probably be needed on this mission but you could never be too careful and she had told so to the middies. Finally the light sprung from red to green and both airlocks opened. Normally only one would do so but they had discovered there was no air inside the ship so they didn't have to bother. Mei-Li went in first, shining a torch over the darkened corridor. Her steps were deliberate and slow to give the magnets in her soles time to lock on. A necessity due to the fact that artificial gravity was just as dead as the rest of the ship. Next up was Anari herself while Yanara and Diana, carrying the powercell between them, made up the rear. The light cone was playing on the walls, floor and the occasional particles of dust. There was no sound except for their own breathing. Once they passed the second airlock-doors she signaled the others to stop so she could take some readings. 'Radiation is within norms and there is no evidence of any biological, chemical or nanotech-agents that might explain what happened to the crew. Not that I expected something like that after the ship had decompressed itself,' Anari reflected. An inspection of the hull had revealed no damage except that someone had destroyed the transponder and its backup. And that meant the ship's atmosphere had been vented on purpose. "Alright, looks like its clear. Let's get to the bridge." She also needed to distract the others from the spookiness of this dead hulk. "Mei-Li, perhaps you could enlighten the rest of us as to what the purpose of the Muse-class is?" "Yes, commander. The Muse-class is a purpose-built research vessel meant to host research projects too dangerous or classified to be housed near populated worlds. They are also used for research that requires the scientists to leave the safety of Amazonan territory like archeology or astronomy. Their missions usually last about two to three years and they have the same armaments as a Nike-class heavy cruiser." Anari nodded to herself. "Nice summary, looks like you remembered your warbook well. And good to see you kept an eye on your surroundings too, good work. Now can you tell me what the specs are of that powercell you're carrying, Yanara?" "Yes, commander. But I do have a question first?" "Spit it out Yanara." "Ehm, Mei-Li mentioned experiments too dangerous to be conducted near populated worlds?" Anari rolled her eyes even though none of the women could see that. But they could hear its auditory equivalent in her voice just fine. "Which is why I am lugging along this scanner Yanara. And that is the reason you keep that skinsuit on till I give the green light. Now, the specs of the powercell if you will." ------------------------------------------------- The doors to the bridge parted and slid sideways without a sound although Anari thought she could feel the deck beneath her vibrate a little. She motioned to Yanara and Diana to disconnect the powercell again, they would need it to get the bridge and the central computer of the ship operational again. She cautiously lead the party onto the bridge. It was a bit bigger than the one on the Panopea but not much. Like the Panopea's bridge it contained a number of stationpods arrayed around a central pod where the captain would sit. From their position they could see most of the pods and they were clearly empty. She pointed the engineering station out for Yanara and Diana so that they could go ahead and connect the powercell to it while she made her way to the central pod followed by Mei-Li. At first she thought the captain's pod was just as unoccupied as the others but that changed when she stood next to it and looked closer. Behind her Mei-Li gasped, a sound that the built-in radio transmitted to everybody on the bridge. Naturally Yanara and Diana immediately made their way to them to see what they had found and they too were astonished. In the pod were the mummified remains of what appeared to be the captain or a woman wearing the captain's uniform in any case. But the strange part was that the uniform was unsealed completely and that the mummy had one hand on its chest and another covered its private parts. Diana spoke up. "Was she actually masturbating while she was dying? What the hell was wrong with her?" Anari gave her a withering glare. It wasn't normal but she couldn't have these three get overcome by fear either. "For some people oxygen deprivation causes a sexual rush. She might have found out the hard way that was true for her too. Now get back to work," she snapped at the two. The two guiltily acknowledged the reprimand and hastened back to the powercell. Anari meanwhile motioned Mei-Li to shine the light on a covered panel on the side of the pod. Even without power it was possible to open a pod by hand and that was exactly what she was going to do. Once she had disengaged the airseal on it she lifted the canopy of the pod up with the help of Mei-Li. A puff of air disturbed some of the dust but that little pocket of gas had soon dissipated. Connecting her controller to the scanner she stuck the needle in the corpse to get a tissue sample. 'Time of death seems to be about 30 years, but this hand-scanner can't narrow it any further. No unidentifiable micro-organisms or chemical agents present and her nanites are all deactivated as they should be. No sign of alien nanites either, damn. No real clues to what happened.' "Good news people, she seems clean." That was addressed to everybody, the next part was for Mei-Li only. "Help me seal this thing again. I want to preserve the remains as best as possible." After that was done and Anari had disengaged the pod from the ships enviromental systems, they made their way to the other two Amazonans who had finally managed to get the engineering pod to work when they arrived. Anari held back and let Diana hop into it. "Alright Diana, check the fuel-reserves first. See if we can get this ship to run on its own power." Diana nodded and brought up the relevant data. She studied it for a while and the news she gave wasn't as bad as Anari had feared. "Fuel-reserves are low but we have enough to get critical systems running and keep them that way for a week or two. But we will have to transfer fuel from the Panopea to get her hypergenerators working again." Which would mean they wouldn't be able to go anywhere afterwards without refueling at the nearest station either. The h-generators on this tub were actually more efficient than the Panopea's but she was also a lot bigger. Anari didn't have to give it much thought though. She already knew they wouldn't be allowed to go on their merry way after they brought in the Erato. "Get the critical systems running then. Once that is done we will check the stasis-chambers. Maybe some of the crew managed to make it to them before things went to hell. Oh, and keep the labs sealed and don't bother to restore power to those parts. We need to keep power consumption as low as possible." Stasis-chambers were the last refuge of a crew if anything went wrong. The stasis-tubes in those chambers would keep a person in suspended animation to await rescue. And in the event of a real catastrophe the ship could launch those same stasis-tubes like escapepods. But those chambers were automatically sealed when a ship lost its atmosphere and wouldn't unlock unless its sensors detected the presence of air again. The first thing to come back was gravity and everyone sighed with relief when it happened. Zero-gravity wasn't a common experience for spacers in the modern age and this was no exception for the crew of the Panopea. When the air was back, it was Anari who first took of her helmet. She instructed the others to wait half an hour before they followed suit just in case there was something the scanner had missed. Her first inhalation of Erato's air was followed by a sneeze. There was quite a bit more dust on the bridge than Anari had seen elsewhere but it was to be expected for a ship where the automated cleaners were offline for 30 years. ------------------------------------------------- They had high hopes when they opened up the first chamber but all they found was a row of empty tubes. The only positive thing was that the air was safe to breathe so the others could loose their helmets too. And the story was no different when they cracked open the next chamber and the one after that. Eventually they arrived at the sixth and last chamber, which was near the labs. "I'll bet you 50 creds that this one is as empty as the others," Yanara said to Diana. She gave the door a speculative look and then shook Yanara's hand. "And I think this one won't be. A Muse-class has a total crew of 54; there is no way all of them didn't make it." Anari suspected this was a show of false bravado. She could tell the sheer emptiness and lack of answers was starting to get to them. Again she thought about activating the ship's AI and see what was in the logs but that would drain even more power and right now, the AI was one of the main suspects anyway. But she could keep her people focussed on their job. "Unless anybody else wants to bet on how many we're going to find inside, I suggest you open it up, Diana." The door opened and revealed that Diana had won the bet because there were three pods that were lit up out of a row of twelve. Anari blinked when she noticed that the middle pod was occupied by a man. She quickly approached it and took a closer look. Her eyebrows rose up when she saw the shock-collar around his neck because that device was only used when a man wasn't treated with nanites yet. 'Not going to wake him up until I have a good explanation of why he is even here.' "Okay, I want you to revive the crew. We will leave the man in stasis but don't lower your guard around the other two right away. We still don't know what happened here." She stepped back and kept a hand close to her force baton as Mei-Li and Diana started the revivification process. The first woman to wake up was the one on the right. When the lid slid upwards it revealed a young woman with blond, mid-back length hair in the white labcoat of a researcher with civvies underneath it. Those civvies were fairly tight pants and an equally tight top. The other clue that she was a civilian were the large breasts that the coat couldn't hide. Any Amazonan soldier would have gone for a reduction simply because the things tended to get in the way during a fight. Find the Shoe on the Other Foot Ch. 01 The one on the left wore the black skinsuit of an Intelligence officer. She had a rakish figure but a face that looked strict even in stasis and had her hair in the same short style as Anari. Neither seemed to be armed but Anari wasn't taking her hand away from her weapon just yet. Anari waited until they got their bearing before introducing herself. "I'm Commander Anari of the scoutship Panopea and this is my crew, Yanara, Diana and Mei-Li." It was the intelligence officer who answered. "And I am Colonel Scorpia, Intelligence liaison and in charge of security of this ship, or at least I was." She nodded towards the researcher. "That's doctor Mercada. How long have we been in stasis?" "I don't know exactly, I haven't been able to look at the logs yet because we don't have that much power to spare. But you have been reported missing for about 34 years. Do you know what happened?" Anari admired how Scorpia didn't even flinch when she heard how long she'd been in stasis. Granted, there were stories of people that had been woken up after centuries but those were just that, stories. In reality, a stasis-tube would malfunction after about a century if it didn't receive any maintenance. "I take it you've been to the bridge?" she asked. Anari nodded and Scorpia's face became a little pinched before she started telling her story. "We were transporting this subject," she indicated the still-occupied tube, "when we got the alarm. I shuffled them into this room and waited on the report of my subordinates. Apparently the captain ordered the bridge sealed off when it was momentarily occupied only by herself. My security team tried to get back in but she tricked the system into thinking there was a containment breach. It automatically decompressed blowing everybody out into space. After that there was a ship-wide announcement that the fusion-reactors were going critical followed soon after by another announcement that the ship was going to shut down. I guess that was the AI trying to prevent the captain from blowing up the ship. Since we were trapped in here now, I decided we needed to go into stasis and hope for rescue." She looked Anari in the eyes for a moment. "You haven't found any other survivors, have you?" Anari didn't know how to sugarcoat it so she didn't try. "No, I haven't. But what I want to know is why the captain did that and what makes this man important enough to put him in stasis." Scorpia closed her eyes briefly but managed to gather herself fast enough. "I believe the captain visited Lab 3 the day before. That particular lab was doing research in chemical warfare and there was a small incident during her visit. But at the time nothing seemed to be amiss so this is merely speculation. As for the man, he is part of Doctor Mercada's research. Highly classified research but given the circumstances I suppose you can be briefed on the general outline of it. But I will let Doctor Mercada do that." Doctor Mercada still looked pained, no doubt the realization that they were the only two survivors had hit her hard. "Yes, I suppose I should. My research is in nanotechnology. I am, or I suppose I should say was, looking for ways to improve the nanites we got from the Aleateans in Lab 7." Mercada took another deep breath. "And I was studying 2 Hix nanites to accomplish that goal." The crew of the Panopea looked up at that. There were only about 70 Hix nanites in Amazonan hands altogether. The had gotten the nanites from the Aleatean outpost where they were studying them. The Aleatean nanites apparently were based on the far superior Hix design and Amazonan researchers had tried to improve the Aleatean ones by studying Hix nanites in the past. They had all faiiled because even after studying their own nanites for 350 years they still didn't understand them completely. They knew how to grow them and had a limited ability to program them but that was it. Anari could see why Mercada's research was important but also why Intelligence would want the research material back. Mercada smiled ruefully. "The sad part is that I was actually successful, to a degree. I was able to craft a nanite capable of healing a person far faster and more completely than the old design. Which is where he comes in. I had to test the new nanites and I couldn't use a woman for that nor could I use a man already altered by our regular nanites. He is carrying the results of my research in his body, we had to preserve that." 'Hence, the shock-collar and the guard. The nanites would have made the shock-collar less effective,' Anari concluded. "Alright, our orders are to bring this ship back if possible and right now it looks like it is. Our immediate task is getting this ship refueled, a task that is going to be easier with your help, Colonel. You are more familiar with the ship's systems." Mercada interrupted her, "I am sorry commander, but I need to check my lab and ensure that the Hix nanites are still secure. If you could spare a woman to help me that would be appreciated." "I'm afraid that isn't possible at the moment. The labs are all sealed off and unpowered. They don't even have life-support at the moment." Now it was Colonel Scorpia's turn to pitch in. "I am afraid that I have to agree with the doctor, the Hix nanites must be secured. But the two goals do not exclude each other. I take it commander that you are basing your fuel-calculations on where the nearest outpost is?" Anari confirmed that she was. "I know of several concealed refueling-stations that would not be known to you. I am certain one of them is closer than whatever naval base you had in mind." "That would help, thank you. But the lab still has to be activated. Yanara can go with you doctor. Diana, go to the bridge and direct some energy to Lab 7. The colonel will go with you to arrange the refueling operation from this end while Mei-Li and me will redock the ship at one of its refueling-points." All agreed with that plan but Scorpia called Mei-Li back when the woman had just turned to follow Commander Anari out. Scorpia approached her and gesturing at her braid asked, "May I?" Mei-Li nodded a little puzzled and lifted her braid into Scorpia's hands who began to caress it. "I had a friend who had a similar enhancement, you know. She could make her spiked hair so hard and though it was like steel." Scorpia took a deep breath and let go of the braid which lazily returned to its normal position. "Just remember, if you take care of it, it will take care of you." And with those words she led Diana out of the stasis-chamber. Mei-Li exchanged a puzzled look with Anari who then shrugged and the two of them left for the Panopea. ------------------------------------------------- The refueling procedure was going off without a hitch but there was something still niggling at the back of Anari's mind. There was something she had missed, but what? It had started after the survivors had explained why the man in the tube was wearing a shock-collar... 'The shock-collar! How were they controlling it when Scorpia wasn't wearing her controller or force baton?' she realized. But there was still doubt, it was possible Scorpia had simply lost it in the mad dash to safety or had put it away before going into stasis herself. "Mei-Li, I need you to go back to Stasis-chamber 6 and see if you can find Scorpia's force baton or controller in there?" Mei-Li frowned. "Is something wrong Commander?" Anari once again restrained herself from running a hand through her hair. "Maybe there is and maybe there isn't. I am wondering how they kept the man in check without those or any other obvious means of controlling the shock-collar. Now, maybe it's just lying on the floor in there and Scorpia just didn't bother to get it because the slave is safely locked in a stasis-tube anyway. But we need to make certain." Mei-Li saluted. "I understand ma'am, I'll do a thorough search right away." Anari pensively watched as she left. 'And if I am on to something, does it have anything to do with what happened to the Erato or was it just coincidence?' ------------------------------------------------- The refueling process had already ended and the fusion-reactors had done several trial runs before Anari finally heard from Mei-Li. She had actually gotten a little worried by then but that crystallized into suspicions when she heard Mei-Li's report. "I have searched everywhere twice Commander, I even looked into the occupied tube, but there is nothing here to control the shock-collar. Do you want me to return to the Panopea?" 'Daughter of a bull,' Anari cursed internally. "No, I will be coming to you." She switched to Diana's com-link. "Diana, could you and Colonel Scorpia come to Stasis-chamber 6 as soon as possible." "Sure, we're about to get one of the fusion-reactors online for real but we can leave the bridge after that." Anari could hear that Diana was puzzled but she wasn't going to talk out loud about her suspicions where Scorpia could hear them and Diana would be without backup. "Excellent, Anari out." She hadn't heard from Yanara and Doctor Mercada since they had gone to Lab 7 and was concerned that something had happened with Yanara. So she took a deep breath before activating Yanara's com-link. "Yanara, could you give me an update on the Hix nanites? Have they been secured?" "Ah, yes. Ehm, it was touch and go for a while there, the battery on the safe had almost run out and if that had happened it would have destroyed the contents before giving the ghost. I had to hook it up to the power supply by hand, it didn't even have enough juice in it anymore to unlock itself." "So that is why you sound so out of breath?" "Yeah, and I had to move some stuff out of the way too. This place is a mess." "I see. And what has the good doctor been doing?" "She helped me clear the stuff out of the way, but right now she's cleaning up her research notes and the like." "Alright, I want you and Doctor Mercada to come back to Stasis-chamber 6. I think its time we secure the other part of the doctor's research." "We'll be there, Yanara out." And with that the com-link was severed. Anari ran a hand through her hair. It looked like everything was in order but she couldn't be certain until she had examined the guy in the tube. Anari hastened to the rendezvous and was relieved to find only Mei-Li there. It meant she had solid backup just in case Yanara and Diana were compromised after all. It wasn't long before the others arrived though and Anari made sure she and Mei-Li had a clear escape route. "I've thought about your version of events and I found something puzzling. You said you were transporting the slave and that you jumped into this stasis-chamber when the alarm sounded. But you don't have anything to control the shock-collar." Scorpia just blinked but Mercada looked sheepishly. "Ah, that would be my mistake. I had the control in my hand, I must have lost it during the confusion." "An excuse without evidence. I think its time we wake up sleeping beauty so I can question him as well," Anari grumbled. Both the colonel and the doctor gave her an assessing gaze that set her teeth on edge but they nodded and Mercada started the revivification process before stepping back. All the while the two made certain that Anari had a clear view of the tube even though they both kept facing the stasis-tube. Soon enough the lid slid up and the man took his first breath in 34 years. What happened next was completely unexpected. Both Scorpia and Mercada kneeled down and a startled Anari found her own knees doing the same. She looked behind her to see if she could get some support from the middies but what she saw was even worse. All of them were kneeling as well and looking at the man with reverence. Diana was leaning forward on her hands, Yanara had opened her legs as if she was inviting him into herself but it was Mei-Li who was the worst and it wasn't just because Anari would never have imagined her to act that way. She was panting and groaning while her braid was waggling like a dog's tail. She looked forward again and was just in time to see him open his eyes. They were silver orbs that seemed to radiate power and when he stepped out of the tube she could tell by his posture alone that this was not a broken man. 'What kind of trap did I lead my crew into?' The trap "So, how is our struggle with the Quanchu going?" Mercada asked. Yanara looked up the ladder, her eyes catching a few glimpses of the doctor's shapely behind underneath the labcoat. "When we departed we seemed to have been stalemated by them." They were using the ladders because the lifts were offline and Lab 7 was two decks down. Yanara had to think for a moment as the name didn't spark a memory right away. "Oh, those. I guess the stalemate must have ended soon after cause their last planet fell 12 years ago. A part of their navy escaped and like always they vowed to drive us off even if it took them all of their lives. You know how it goes." "Yes, I do." There was an odd quality to the doc's tone, almost regretful or something like that. When they finally reached the lab they still had to wait a couple of minutes before power had been restored from the bridge and enough air had been pumped in the room. The room was a mess, the result of decompression, loss of gravity, a crash translation into normal space and then the return of gravity and atmosphere had even thrown some of the heavier items about. "The safe is behind that desk standing against the wall. Normally I would just throw a switch and it would slide away on its own power but the power supply for that wasn't tied into the enviromentals so we will have to do it by hand." Yanara nodded that she understood and together they heaved the metal contraption away. It made quite a racket in an otherwise quiet room and Yanara was relieved when the heavy piece of furniture was out of the way. She stood back to give Mercada some privacy as she disengaged the locks on the safe. She could tell one of the locks was voice-activated because the doctor whispered something before the safe chimed and the final lock clicked open. Mercada retrieved a transparent orb that fitted neatly in the palm of her hand out of the safe. Yanara could see that the lower half was filled with machinery although what exact purpose they had was a mystery to her. Probably had something to do with containing or preserving the precious nanites inside. Her job done Yanara took the time to admire the doctor's form. She hadn't been getting any since she had gotten on the Panopea. Mei-Li was just too obsessed about being a good Amazonan that she didn't indulge herself much in the pleasures that came with it and Diana and her just didn't click right. They were friends but that was it and of course Commander Anari was right out. She was so busy staring at the blonde that she didn't notice Mercada slotting the orb into a console nor the data that began scrolling on the screen. She did notice it when the screen went dark again and Mercada turned around to place the orb back into the safe. "So, the nanites are safe I take it?" Yanara asked trying to cover up what she had been doing. Mercada closed the safe before turning around to smile at Yanara. "Yes, they are. And that is a load of my mind, the Council would want my head if I had lost even one of them let alone two!" "I can imagine," Yanara replied. A silence fell between them as she tried to figure out what to say and do. She could report to Anari that they were done but she had this lovely woman all to herself right now. 'It wouldn't hurt to stay here for a while, right? Not like they need us for anything at the moment,' she reasoned. But it was Mercada that made the first move. She stretched her back before shrugging of the labcoat revealing she was wearing a tube top. Yanara hadn't expected that but got a little smile when she saw the nubs poking through the material. Apparently she wasn't the only one who would be interested in some alone-time. "I'm really glad you're the one that came along. Your shipmates don't seem like the type to offer... comfort. Not the comfort I need anyway," Mercada told her as she approached Yanara. "Oh, yeah. I'm a very caring person and what you're going through must be, eh, though. Just tell me what you need." Mercada showed her what she needed by soundly kissing her on the mouth. If Yanara was a little less self-centered she might have questioned Mercada's behavior but she didn't and simply returned the kiss. As their tongues joined the action their hands began to roam over the others back. But Yanara wanted to get to the good part so she began kissing her way down the doctor's neck to one of those gorgeous tits. Mercada wasn't protesting the haste, she just helped the girl by pulling her top down so Yanara could start laving the mound with wet kisses. She cooed and stroked Yanara's brown hair as she slowly worked her way to the teat. That journey was stopped cold when her chin unexpectedly touched metal. She opened her eyes and drew her head back to see what it was. What she saw left her mouth gaping. At the base of each of Mercada's aureoles there was a metal ring grafted into the skin. Out of each ring two strips of metal jutted inwards touching the erect nipples from opposite sides. It looked bizarre and she had never heard of anything like that. She was so stunned that she was taken by surprise when Mercada yanked her head back to her right breast. When her lips and teeth came close to the ring an invisible force grabbed hold of them and glued them to the ring. 'It must be some kind of repulsor-field, but no generator can be that small,' the analytical part of Yanara concluded. But most of Yanara wasn't interested in that, she was in a fight-or-flight mode and she drew her left arm back in preparation of the fight part. Her right arm was trapped by Mercada's embrace. Again her reaction was stalled, this time by the metallic taste of the liquid that was now pouring out of the nipple. Above her Mercada had begun to make sounds of satisfaction. "Don't worry dear, the nanites will make you understand everything soon enough." Yanara however didn't feel like waiting for that. She could feel the liquid slithering over her tongue and down her throat. She even felt it bury into the supple muscle. So she let her left fist fly. Mercada stopped the punch easily and Yanara began to feel helpless. 'What do I do? Kick her? But there is no room to get enough momentum.' Her frantic thoughts were silenced when she suddenly felt her tongue move of its own accord. It began to caress the underside of Mercada's nipple as if to coax it to give Yanara more of the liquid. The thoughts of physical resistance fled her mind as she became trapped in her own body until Mercada stepped back. Her mouth released the tit with a pop but Yanara didn't pay attention to that. She stood there helplessly as the blonde doctor helped her out of her skinsuit and laid her down on the floor. She thought she could call out for help but they were alone on the deck, nobody would hear her. "Now the next part is going to be a little difficult at first but the rewards at the end are more than worth it," Mercada informed her as she combed Yanara's hair. "Yes, there are so many rewards to being Master's slave." Yanara's eyes widened at that. 'Oh Goddess, no! It has to be the guy in the tube. I got to fight it, I have to keep in mind who I am. What I am.' Her breathing became irregular as she felt her body become aroused. "I am Yanara of the Caswallen, an ensign in the Free Amazonan Navy. And I will never submit to a man," she spoke in defiance. Mercada just looked down her body. Yanara followed her gaze and her eyes almost fell out of their sockets at what she saw. Two tiny, metallic half-cylinders had grown out of her skin above her pussy. As she watched a silver wire slid out of both of them and these began to make their way to the hood protecting her clit. They bent at a slight angle before drawing back that hood to expose her button. Then they moved forward again until they touched it eliciting a sharp hiss from Yanara. 'Is she going to torture me using my own body?' she wondered. 'What the hell is that supposed to do?' Find the Shoe on the Other Foot Ch. 01 Her answer came soon after as a minute shock went through the sensitive bundle of nerves. There was pain but there was even more pleasure and this time Yanara gasped. "I am Yanara of the Caswallen, an ensign in the Free Amazonan Navy. And I will never submit to a man," she told herself. The wiring responded by giving her another shock of pleasure. And Mercada now weighed in as well. "You're already Master's property, this reluctance to accept the truth isn't helping you. Just let go and enjoy your freedom." "Freedom isn't slavery, it's..." she was interrupted by a grunt cause by another zap that had been released after she had said 'slavery'. She got back on track after she had recovered from that wave of pleasure though. "It's captivity, that is what slavery is!" Again she gasped as the wires once more rewarded her for uttering the s-word. Again and again she was swept up by bubbles of pleasure that popped before she could really cum. 'I have to stay focussed, I need to focus on who I am,' she thought desperately. "I am Yanara of the Caswallen, an ensign in the Free Amazonan Navy. And I will never submit to a man," she practically shouted at the now nude blonde who was looking down at her with a look of pity. "I am Yanara of the Caswallen, a slave-ensign," another pleasure-shock went through her body but Yanara stubbornly kept going, "in the Free Amazonan Navy. And I will never submit to just any man." Another reward zinged through her system forcing her to collect herself before she could start speaking again. "I am Yanara of the Caswallen, a slave in the Master's Amazonan Navy. And I will never submit to Master." She was sweating profusely now and only half-aware of what she was saying. "I am Yanara of the Caswallen, a slave in the Master's Navy. I will only submit to Master." Once again she was rewarded but something in Yanara was still fighting. 'No, there is something wrong about that. I, I need to say something different. Those nanites are using it against me.' "I am Master's property," She tried. The orgasm that coursed through her body told her she was on the right path. "His will is my will, I am free because He made me His, to serve Him is pleasure, to please Him is bliss." Every statement elicited another orgasm from her enslaved clit reassuring Yanara that she was speaking the truth now. ------------------------------------------------- "And now I just have to make certain the flow is reversed or we'll be pumping our last fuel-reserves into the Panopea," Diana told jokingly. Neither of them was sitting in the engineering pod, instead they were leaning against its sides. Diana took another surreptitious look at Colonel Scorpia. She had been impressed by how professional she had been about everything. Her questions had been about the navy and how Amazona was fairing in general, nothing personal. 'If I had learned that I was one of the two only survivors of my crew and that I had been in stasis for 30 years, I don't think I could get my mind to focus on the job like she is doing.' Scorpia nodded. "Then all we can do is wait while they pump the fuel in slowly. I don't want to put too much pressure on the boom since it has been left unattended for 30 years." "And you told them that and they agreed as well. You can relax for a moment Colonel, you got some shocking news not too long ago." Scorpia gave her a wry smile. "You're right," she consented before turning around and stepping closer to the captain's pod. She was staring at Captain Yvain's remains. "She wasn't a friend but in the months we worked together I came to respect her. She was a good captain." Diana joined her and stood besides her, staring at the mummified remains. "She wasn't really responsible for what happened, you just have to keep that in mind." "Oh, but she was. She foolishly tried to fight Master's will." Diana frowned at that and turned to face the other woman. But her question of what she was talking about was cut short by a palm-strike to her chin, knocking Diana off her feet. At the same time Scorpia's other hand struck like a viper and grabbed Diana's force baton out of its holster. By the time she actually landed on the deck Scorpia had already extended the weapon and plunged it downward into Diana's stomach. The stun-charge made her body convulse for a moment after which she lay there like a rag doll. Stun wasn't really an accurate description as the charge didn't render a person so much as unconscious as it paralyzed. It would take an unaltered human about half an hour to recover but Diana knew from her experiences during training that her nanites would have her up and about in half that time. It was this experience that allowed her to keep her panic contained, but she was still trying to wrap her head around why Scorpia had attacked in the first place. "Why did you do that?" she asked Scorpia as the woman began to remove Diana's skinsuit, hating how pleading her voice sounded. The colonel stopped for a moment and looked her right in the eyes telling her dead-serious, "because it's in my nature." She giggled like a schoolgirl as she finished stripping a mystified Diana. "Just a little insider-joke. Truth is, I've got orders and I love following orders." Her tone was serious but her eyes went a little unfocussed at the last part of that sentence. 'Somehow, I don't think she's talking about orders from Intelligence,' Diana thought. And then the colonel stepped out of her own skinsuit and Diana forgot about Scorpia's puzzling statement. Scorpia had smallish breasts, even smaller than Diana's but she wasn't paying attention to those. What had grabbed her attention was the large, silvery tattoo that covered Scorpia's entire body. It ran from her collarbone to her wrists and down her body till it reached her ankles. The thorny vines seemed to form a larger pattern but Diana couldn't really tell. 'What is going on here?' Scorpia didn't offer any clues. She just lowered herself onto Diana and wrapped herself around the still-paralyzed girl until she couldn't brake away even if she had control of her muscles. Their eyes met and once again Diana was surprised, this time by Scorpia's irises which began to glitter with a silver sheen. "Just relax Diana, just look into my eyes and let go. There is nothing that you can do anyway so why not save your strength for later?" She was making a lot of sense to Diana but she remained on her guard. She peered deeper into Scorpia's eyes trying to find out how they were changing exactly, focussing on the silver twinkling so close to her own eyes. Despite herself she began to loose herself in those eyes. She became distracted for what felt like a moment but came back to reality when her body gave a whimper as she felt dozens of needles penetrate her wherever their bodies were in contact with each other. "Yes, just let it happen. Don't fight it, just let yourself slip into bliss," Scorpia murmered. Diana felt some kind of liquid entering her body, burning for a second before it seemed to vanish. Her muscles began to twitch on their own. Her hands clenched and unclenched, her toes wriggled and she noted with embarrassment that her aureoles were starting to harden and that her pussy was beginning to lubricate. And then the needles retracted and Scorpia got up to traipse to the captain's pod. From the corner of her eyes she followed the colonel as she unsealed the pod and jabbed a needle that had sprung out of her wrist into the corpse. She watched as that corpse began to dissolve into a silver goop and when it was done there was nothing left of Captain Yvain. She followed the goop as it jumped out of the pod and quickly dashed out of the bridge. 'Like a stone skipping on water,' she reflected as she moaned after her hands gave her tits a good squeeze. 'My hands!' She looked down and watched as her hands thoroughly fondled her breasts, hands that could almost belong to someone else for she didn't know what their next move would be. But only almost because while she didn't control them she could still feel perfectly with them. The feeling of her fingers gliding over that silky skin and tweaking those hard nubs felt almost as good as the sensations her tits were transmitting to her brain. A brain that was slowly being swallowed by a pleasant fog. Diana mentally backed away from it and was now beginning to get a little desperate and that desperation grew when she heard herself starting to speak. "I am Master's property. My body and mind are His and my only desire is to please Him. It feels good to be Master's slave, it feels wonderful to obey." And as she began to say those words a second time her hands snaked their way down and without preamble a finger began plunging its way in and out of her now very wet pussy. She didn't notice Scorpia coming back or kneeling besides her but Diana heard it when Scorpia began to repeat the words right along with her. She looked to the left and watched as Scorpia was fingerfucking herself in time with Diana. The scent of aroused woman was now thick in the air but Diana held on to one hope. 'Once the refueling is over, someone is going to check on us. And then they'll come to the rescue, I just have to hold on until then. I am Master's...' she backed away from that thought horrified. She tried to keep her own thoughts deathly quiet but still a mental ghost of her voice droned on in time with her body. 'I am Master's property. My body and mind are His and my only desire is to please Him. It feels good to be Master's slave, it feels wonderful to obey.' 'No!' She reeled against herself. 'My body is Mas... my own. Just because it feels good to pleasure my slave-body does not mean that I can't obey Him if I... No, that's not right either. What's right? This feels right but I feel like I should resist.' She tried to concentrate but it was getting hard. Her body felt so good as a third finger was thrusted into her pussy and felt wonderful after a finger began circling her pucker. The boundary between that other mental voice that sounded so much like her and her own thoughts was getting thinner by the second. 'Oh yes, just hold on Diana. It won't be long now until, until...' She had trouble remembering on what she was waiting. 'Was it Master? No, He is still in the stasis-tube.' Another memory flickered through her mind. 'Scorpia said something about resisting, about resisting Master.' She grunted as the finger that had been coating her rosebud in her own juices finally entered her. 'Because He is not my Master. I, I am not supposed to want to be His slave. They told me so.' Her body began to grind her clit harder into the palm of her hand, temporarily derailing her thoughts. 'But what is wrong with feeling so good? They must be jealous, they didn't want me to feel this fantastic,' she concluded even though she couldn't recall right now who 'they' were precisely. 'Well they can go to hell. It feels so good to be Master's property. I love being His slave. I am ready to be His,' she concluded. Without warning the climax blasted through her mind, rewarding her for her surrender. Only semi-conscious she still managed to return Scorpia's kiss that welcomed her into the fold. ------------------------------------------------- Mei-Li frowned as she looked at the occupied stasis-tube. On the one hand she didn't like the idea of a man not being under the control of the nanites. On the other, she knew how painful the shock-collar was and pain was good. She stepped closer to the tube and peered inside to see if there was anything that resembled a controller for the collar but saw nothing but the man. He didn't look that bad in the gray clothes of a slave. They weren't flattering of course, those loose pants and shirt but from what Mei-Li could see he was in good shape. She stepped back again and took a moment to consider where the most likely place was for the Colonel to put her weapons. Her pondering was cut short, however, when to her amazement two locks of her hair wrapped themselves around her wrists and pulled them up against the sides of her head. She hadn't even felt her braid untwine itself which was impossible because there were pressure sensors imbedded into the micro-wire muscles. Without them she would never have any fine control over her hair. But events took a turn for the impossible when additional locks wrapped themselves around her legs and forced her to her knees. There was no way that could have happened simply because her hair wasn't long enough and her enhancement couldn't extend her hair like that either. But it had still happened and now she was trapped by her own... 'That Scorpia, she's responsible. She did something to my hair but why would she do that?' A curl of hair began to stroke her earlobes, which felt good, but she tried to ignore it. She took a sharp intake of air when she felt two more locks unseal her suit and peal it off her body before slithering to her breasts. The silken strands that now covered them began to gently sway over her sensitive skin. Despite herself Mei-Li could feel her nipples stiffen which only got worse when those strands bundled together so they could firmly knead her tits. Other locks curled themselves around her teats and laved them with attention as well. Mei-Li's face was strained as she tried to break the deceptively soft restraints holding her in place. 'It's no use, these hairs are as though as steel. I may just as well enjoy, I mean endure, what they are doing to me.' Her eyes fluttered when the first strands began to stroke her puffy folds. But she snapped out of it when she suddenly heard a voice in her head. "I am making you feel good, don't I?" 'What? Who is that?' Mei-Li wondered. "Take a guess," the voice teased. At the same time her hair squeezed her titties and a firm bundle entered her sopping cunt to stimulate her g-spot. Mei-Li's eyes momentarily rolled back but she recovered. 'My hair?' she guessed and feeling silly for thinking something that ridiculous. "Well, I am controlling it but you should look at what's in front of you." Mei-Li blinked and then looked at the glowing stasis-tube. 'You! But how could you? You're in stasis.' "Does the how matter? I want to make you feel good, all the time. Just give me your pain, give me yourself." 'Never! I'll kill you for this you filthy...' Her reply was interrupted by a few strands that had begun to caress the inside of her buttocks making her hips jump forward. "Will you at least admit, my slave, that I am making you feel good?" the voice asked patiently. The Amazonan couldn't stifle all the sounds of pleasure that were trying to escape her mouth but didn't respond. "Denying reality isn't very healthy, just enjoy it," the voice in her head encouraged. Again her hips shot forward as a lock of hair that was caressing her pussy dropped lower so it could reach her perineum. She twisted her body around trying to escape the pleasure but she didn't even manage to disrupt her hair's rhythm. It simply continued with its soft yet firm ministrations of every erogenous zone her body had. She was breathing harder now and her back was hunched with moans and sighs escaping her lips every time she exhaled. She was getting close to coming now, she could feel it. 'Alright, it feels good. Now stop it...please.' "Why should I stop making you feel good? Why can't I make you feel even better?" 'I ran into that one,' she conceded to herself. The bundle of hair between her legs subtly twisted position so that it was now undulating against her clit. It only took a few strokes for Mei-Li to cum, her body stiffening as the pleasure rolled through it and her pussy futilely tried to clamp down on the intruder. She had hoped it was over but when she came back down she found the stimulation beginning all over again. "Nooooo," she moaned even as her hips involuntarily bucked. "Yes," the voice countered. "You are just fighting me because you were taught to do that. Why not accept me as your Master? Why don't you give yourself to me when I can make you feel so good? I already control your body, you can feel it strain for my touch. What are you resisting?" She shook her head. 'But you don't have my mind yet. I'll get out of this, sooner or later,' she shot back. "But why do you want to escape? Why don't you give in to what you want?" "I, I... This is a lie. You're a man, you can't be trusted. All you bring is pain and hurt, like those pirates that killed my mother!" "But I'm not hurting you. I offer to take your pain away, the pain that was so diligently nurtured by your saviors." And Mei-Li suddenly became the spectator of some very vivid memories. Her early years at the education center to be exact with center stage being accorded to the psychiatrist there. "She didn't help you like I am offering to. She just taught you to hate. I want give you pleasure, teach you to love." A gentle brush against her clit punctuated that statement. 'You're lying, you have to be,' she reassured herself. "But I am making you feel good, don't I? You thought pain was good but can you honestly say now that pleasure isn't so much better?" Mei-Li gave a deep moan that went on and on as a small bundle of hair, liberally coated in her own juices, gently entered her asshole. 'It feels sooo good,' she admitted. "And it can become even better. Just let your mind follow your body, accept my gift and give yourself over to me." She was making unintelligible sounds now and was trying to push her body into the source of her pleasure. 'Better? Yes, I want to feel better.' "Then remove your force baton and controller," the voice suggested. She found her arms no longer held tight against her head although the bangs were still firmly wrapped around her wrists. Her right hand reached down and plucked the baton out of its holster and then dropped it on the floor beside her. A part of her considered using this opportunity to activate the com-link on her controller. That thought was drowned out by a surge of pleasure as she was rewarded for her compliance. She tore her controller of and let it drop to the floor as well and got rewarded again. "Very good slave." Mei-Li moaned in response as the word 'slave' was accompanied by another concerted effort to give her more pleasure. "Now remove the skinsuit." Mei-Li did as she was ordered, the hair around her legs moved out of the way to let her remove the lower part of the skinsuit. She was now standing naked before the stasis-tube, her hair wild and moving as if it was alive. Probing her, caressing her sweaty skin and heaving chest as her hands roamed her taut tummy. Her knees were weak so she found herself kneeling again before her master. "Tell me what you offer me slave," he ordered. Mei-Li paused, some part of her hesitating as if she still had a choice. "I offer you myself, my body and my mind," she had to pause as the bundle in her pussy and ass flexed approvingly. "I submit myself to you, Master." Again the bundles of hair flexed. "And I accept. Now for your reward." For a moment Mei-Li was puzzled what he meant by that when she suddenly felt with her hair again. But she didn't just feel pressure with it now though, there was heat and moisture but most of all there was pleasure. Somehow Master had made every fiber of hair as sensitive as her tits were and her eyes rolled backwards as her pleasure tripled in an instant. She shook with orgasm, again and again as her own body-movement made her hair move against her body, stroking and caressing it until there was no distinction between her mind and her body. Both were pleasure and both were giving pleasure. "Thank you Master," she managed to say before she drowned in silky smooth ecstasy. ------------------------------------------------- Find the Shoe on the Other Foot Ch. 02 The Experiment Field notes of Doctor Mercada of the Nereall, Day 241 A rather miffed looking Doctor Mercada was looking into the camera. Her long hair was pulled back and held in a pony. Her labcoat was buttoned up and looked impeccable. "I have just learned from Captain Yvain that our next stop will be Katern Prime. Yet another dead world that only the archeology department and perhaps our resident exogeologist will be interested in. On top of that I just lost the last of the three labmen that were assigned to me at the beginning of this journey. "I have complained several times to the Colonel that I needed more subjects and that I disagreed with the decision to assign most of the specimens we took on before departure to the chemical and biological warfare departments. The only result from venting my... frustration with her, besides improving my mood, was that I got her to agree my work was important and that I would get first pick of any acquisitions we make." She theatrically exhaled. "But I can wait a long time before this ship even comes across another human, let alone a specimen I can use. Until now I could keep myself occupied with testing the 'improved' nanites I used as an excuse to get me a place on this ship. "Ha," she mocked. "They don't even really deserve to be called improved. Just a few alterations in their programming which produces a stunning .03% increase in their cellular repair speed. What Amazona needs is a new breakthrough in nanotechnology and I am going to deliver. Once this ship actually encounters another living man that is. She sighed and drummed the fingers of her left hand on the desk. "But until that happens, I can do little more then wait, study the Hix nanites I brought with me and refine the parameters of my true experiment." Field notes, Day 0 of Hix experiment Mercada's expression was carefully neutral, but her eyes were smiling. Even her tone was professional but enthusiastic. "The Erato arrived in orbit of Katern Prime yesterday and we immediately detected a shuttle near the ruins our onboard archeologists were interested in. Colonel Scorpia sent a capture team down to find the occupants which they did, but only after several hours of searching." Despite her best efforts a small grin broke through. "They only found one man, but they captured him without using nanites and he has been assigned to my project. I have just completed my examination of the specimen and I am happy to say that he is perfect for my experiment." She ticked off, "he isn't suffering from any genetic defects, doesn't have any physical deformities, is in good health and I am satisfied his constitution is sturdy enough to weather the experiment. If the Archeology departement is to be believed my subject also has above average mental faculties but these are irrelevant to my experiment. And even if it did matter I expect the experiment will do severe damage to his psyche anyway." She didn't seem fazed by that at all as she continued. "Now for the experiment itself. In two hours I will inject one of the two Hix nanites I received into his spinal cord. There is a small chance this will cause partial paralysis but that is unimportant. The shock collar I have outfitted him with has been modified to not only give shocks of varying power but to also emit a constant, low-level charge through the subject's body. The first two days I will try to use electric shocks and minor physical trauma to elicit some activity from the nanite. If this proves as futile as in previous experiments I will use the collar to augment the subject's bioelectric field. I am now confident that this will prod the Hix nanite into activity. I am hopeful that this latter approach will work because my research on what little we know of the Hix shows that their bodies produced a lot more energy than a human one does." Mercada gathered her thoughts for a moment before continuing. "I will keep my cover up that I am actually testing the 'improved' nanites on him in the event that my experiment does fail. Retrieving that single Hix nanite from his body in that event will not be easy but should be doable. I am however, confident that I will get the Hix nanite to replicate." Field notes, Day 2 "As I expected," Mercada began in a professional tone that didn't betray any disappointment, "the electric shocks and physical trauma have not elicited any response from the nanite. I found no evidence of any nanites in the samples I took and the subject is not healing any faster than an unenhanced human would. Further evidence for the nanite's inactivity is the fact that the subject seems to have lost some of his memory. He no longer remembers who he is or the events that brought him aboard ship." Mercada frowned slightly but it was a frown born out of concentration and not sympathy. "Indeed, the subject doesn't seem to remember much of anything of his personal history. Testing does show his knowledge and mental faculties in other areas were not compromised." She shrugged, "I have ceased administering the shocks and switched the collar to emitting a constant charge. Since then the subject has lost control of much of his body and his breathing has become slightly irregular but he is still conscious. I have already made ready equipment to feed him intravenously should the subject prove unable to feed himself in this state." The blonde doctor nodded to herself as she continued, "so far the experiment is going as expected but the true test of my hypothesis has just begun. I will know if I am on the right track tomorrow, if all goes well." Field notes, Day 3 "The subject has now been unresponsive to all stimuli for," Mercada looked at something besides the camera, "16 hours if measured from the moment he went to sleep. The scanner is registering brain activity that is inconsistent with a coma and at the moment I assume the cause is psychological rather than physical. I have come to this conclusion based primarily on the absence of any apparent, physical causes for the subject's current condition." She nodded to herself. "Unfortunately the experiment isn't bearing fruit yet. I have not found any evidence of nanites in the tissue-samples I took today and as I have noted the subject's condition is actually deteriorating. Nonetheless, I remain hopeful that success is still possible. I will give it several more days before I am prepared to admit defeat." Field notes, Day 4 Mercada looked very concerned but didn't let it infect her voice. "A nanite showed up in today's tests. I had expected to be ecstatic if I actually found evidence of replication but I had also expected to find more than one nanite. And that is not the case so I now I am worried that I may just have destroyed a precious Hix nanite." Her tone lightened at her next words. "But there is cause for hope. The subject has recovered and has even regained muscular control. Although the cuts I inflicted upon the subject still heal at the normal rate I believe the subject's regain of consciousness is evidence the nanites are healing the him. I postulate that given their advanced nature the nanites have actually prioritized the various injuries and repaired the most serious first. "This is of course mere speculation," she admitted. "And still the fear gnaws at me that I may just have destroyed a very precious resource. I will feel better after tomorrow's tests," she tried to convince herself. Field notes, Day 5 "I've done it," Doctor Mercada exclaimed. Her eyes were shining with excitement and she was leaning over the desk. This showed a hint of cleavage as the top three buttons of her labcoat were undone. "I have enticed Hix nanites to replicate. Today's test prove this beyond a shadow of a doubt." She took a deep breath and straightened her posture before continuing in a calmer voice. "I found 27 nanites in the samples I took today. I now have a factory from which I can harvest as many nanites as I need, as many as Amazona would want. "There is also another change in the subject's status. Cuts I inflict upon him now are healed within seconds and I have noted that his physique is becoming more muscular. Nothing excessive and if I had to compare it to anything I would say the subject's build now resembles that of an athletic swimmer. This latter change is completely unexpected and I look forward to seeing how he will develop in the coming days. Unfortunately the nanites seem to be unable to restore the memories he has lost, a limitation that is not surprising given the fact that the memory loss stemmed from before activation." She smiled. "All in all, I will be throwing a small celebration for myself tonight. It is unfortunate that I can't share this triumph with any of the crew yet but I need to present them with a finished and completely successful experiment to cover my improprieties." Field notes, Day 6 Mercada licked her lips before she started to talk. "I had hoped to find even more nanites in today's samples but found only 36. This is less than I had expected given the exponential growth these little machines have. I suspect this is evidence that they were designed to have a very low replication limit. The reason for that is probably that these nanites didn't need large numbers to be effective." She shrugged now. "Or it could be that the nanite I implanted in the subject was damaged in some way which impairs it replication ability. There really is no way to tell since we understand so little of these nanites. On the test subject there is no new developments. Healing speed is now stable, his memory loss seems to be permanent and his delicious body..." The blonde cut herself of and took a deep breath. This did lovely things for her breasts that were on display beneath the partially unbuttoned labcoat. "His physique has not undergone any more noticeable changes either. And that little slip of the tongue is something that I need to get of my tits, I mean chest, as well. I can't talk about this to the ship's counselor so I hope that simply talking about it out loud will help." But instead of continuing she stopped and her gaze turned inward. Eventually she did speak though. "It started with last night. I experienced several sexual dreams in which the subject featured. This is slightly unusual because I rarely recall my dreams and I can't remember ever wanting to do what I did in those dreams with a man. And after I got to work here in the lab I found myself admiring the subject's body on more than one occasion. I have also felt slightly aroused all day and even toyed with the idea of using the subject to satiate my urges." She pressed her lips together at that admission. "Obviously that is a gross breach of protocol and not something I have felt tempted to do before. I blame this on a combination of factors. The first is the simple fact that I have been consumed with my work this past week and had little thought for other activities. The second factor, I believe, has to do with the knowledge that my experiment is a success. The euphoria that brought about must have strengthened my neglected bodily functions such as sex but also food because I have found myself with more of an appetite than normal. I am confident this problem will be gone by tomorrow." Field notes, Day 7 "I was wrong," a slightly disheveled Mercada admitted. Her hair was combed back into a pony as usual but there were stray hairs sticking out here and there. Her labcoat was unbuttoned to show off her generous cleavage encased in a tight tank top. "I had some very hot dreams again and I've been pleasuring myself almost every other hour. And the subject is looking so good. I mean, the nanites have made him a real hottie. I wouldn't mind putting his long, hard cock between my lips and just suck..." She visibly took control of herself. "Thoughts like that have been running through my mind the entire day. I haven't gotten much work done, not that there is any change in my hot number, I mean subject, anyway. But I refuse to give in to this sexual hysteria that has gripped me. I don't care how long or thick he is, how great he smells, how his wet mouth would feel on my aching nipples." Again Mercada had to stop for a moment. "I have talked to Colonel Scorpia and have arranged for a little get-together tomorrow afternoon. I can do all my tests on the subject that morning if I just fuck hard, work hard enough." Field notes, Day 8 Mercada's hair wasn't in a pony today and her labcoat was completely unbuttoned. She wasn't looking at the camera either. Instead, she had her eyes closed and her head thrown back while three of her fingers were being plunged between her wet folds held apart with her other hand. This was all visible because she had thrown her legs on the desk and had raised her hips a little. Her tits were uncovered as well and plainly visible was that each aureole had a metal ring grafted into the skin at its base. Out of each ring two strips of metal jutted inwards touching the erect nipples from opposite sides. She climaxed after a few seconds and after she had recovered she turned her attention to the camera. She didn't bother to cover herself up though and she was still tracing her pussy with her right hand. "Well, the experiment has gone better than I had even dreamed possible. Not only did I get Hix nanites to replicate but they are actually under Master's control, just like I am," she happily concluded. "I don't know what I was thinking but I actually tried to resist Him when I got in for work today. I wised up though once I went into His cell to take some more samples. He had me sucking his dick in no time and once I had a good dose of nanites I knew He could screw me every which way He wants. And He did that too!" Her eyes glazed over at the memory and she began to rock a little in her chair. She was slowly impaling herself on her fingers again. After a few moments she snapped out of it though. "Sorry, that happens sometimes. Master is still fine-tuning me because sometimes I just slip into a vacant state of mind focussed solely on obedience and Him. It's fantastic but I can't serve Him that way so I hope He will solve that soon so I can help bring the rest of the crew under His power." Her eyes became half-lidded as a memory bubbled up. "I already got a taste of that this afternoon. Scorpia foolishly tried to put up a fight but Master didn't make me a walking factory for His nanites for nothing. After sucking on these babies," she hefted her breasts for emphasis smearing her own juices on one of them in the process, "for a few minutes she learned how dumb that was. Didn't give any fuss when I brought her back to the lab with me." She let go of her tits and cleaned up her fingers before lowering them between her legs again. "Master is finishing her enslavement right now and after that we can start teaching the others that they're Master's property. Too bad Master told me I can't enslave everybody personally but He's worried some of the crew might catch on before we can get to them." She genuinely looked disappointed at that but then she brightened up again. "But Master doesn't want to limit Himself to just this ship so I will get more opportunities later. You know, I was always sure this research would ring in a new era for Amazona. But I had never thought it would be this fucking great. Can you just picture it, an entire nation of hot babes all ready and eager to please Him. I'm so lucky to be there when it all happens. So blessed to be Master's slave." She threw her head back again as her other hand now began kneading her tit. ------------------------------------------------- Anari looked aghast at the kneeling doctor as she happily described how her experiment had unleashed this horror. She couldn't suppress a shiver at how lyrical she was over her own enslavement. The redhead now knew why they had found the captain with her clothes unsealed. She had been as sex-crazed as the rest of her crew at the end. And the same was now true for her crew and soon for herself as well. She didn't understand why he hadn't already, it seemed like a cat playing with a mouse to her. "Let's just get this over with," she grumbled. "I have had enough of this, stop stalling and do what you're going to do to me." The man didn't respond, he just tilted his head sideways. Then a look of concentration came over him that vanished just as fast. "There, done." Her look of incomprehension spoke volumes. 'I don't feel different, I have no desire to call the guy Master and I still can't move a muscle. What the hell did he do to me?' "I didn't make you like them, Commander," the guy helpfully explained. "You see, I don't take away free will so much as I made these women want to be mine. I simply make them love me and worship me. Instead of breaking their will I just bend it. That means they are light-years better than the poor slaves you Amazonans make but there are still limits. For my plans I am going to need women who's view of me isn't skewed in that way. And I am going to test a way to do that on you." Anari couldn't decide if she liked where this was going. Especially the mention of plans made her nervous. The man continued, "so instead of messing with how you think I tinkered a little with how your body works. I made it addicted to me, specifically my, ah, semen." Her jaw dropped at that declaration. "You won't notice at first but in a day or so the symptoms should emerge. I don't know what they will be exactly but they should be unpleasant and get worse over time. It won't kill you, I made sure of that, and you won't be able to overcome it either. The nanites will keep your body from adapting to the symptoms, they will keep feeling as bad as they did at the start." He frowned. "But, I think we need some extra insurance." He grabbed his shock collar and Anari wasn't surprised to see it come of on his command. She did blink when parts of the collar's casing started to disappear and a silver ringlet about a quarter of the thickness of the collar began to grow in his other hand. In circumference it was actually about as big as the collar and the commander already knew that it would go around her neck. She was proved right soon enough. The silver collar was placed around her neck where it rested just above the hollow of her throat. It encased her neck tightly but she felt it gave way a bit when she swallowed. The collar looked like it was made of metal and felt like that too but it soon warmed up to her body temperature. He nodded to himself and took a step back. "I think that is everything, you can move again." For a moment Anari didn't believe him but when she cautiously flexed her right hand she found he was speaking the truth. In a flash she weighed her options but there really was only one choice, she had to eliminate this threat now before he sunk his claws into her. 'If I act fast enough he won't have time to use the collar on me,' she hoped. Before any of the women could react she had whipped out her force baton and was bringing it up when the collar activated. But it wasn't pain that made her drop her weapon out of her forceless grip and arch her back. Her eyes rolled back as white-hot pleasure washed her thoughts away. The next thing she knew she was kneeling again with her hands resting on her thighs and with no control of her body. "That is the first thing that little gizmo does. I really hate shock collars as you can imagine and I think is a much better solution, wouldn't you say?" Anari didn't respond. "As you noticed, I can activate it with a thought and so can all of my slaves except for Mei-Li but I will correct that tonight." Anari licked her lips. She was tempted not to ask but knew that wouldn't make it go away. "And what is the second thing it does?" Find the Shoe on the Other Foot Ch. 02 The guy gave her an impish smile and approached her. Despite herself she began to breathe faster as fear rose up in her. It went even higher when he lay a finger on the collar and when he ran a finger over it the fear... dissolved. Anari felt all her worries and fears slip away as a pleasant fog came over her. Her body felt like it was gently caressed by a thousand feathers and a smile appeared on her face when she saw the smiling man in front of her. 'He looks good and isn't he kind to make feel this nice,' Anari observed as her nipples started to firm up. But when his finger left the collar those feelings drained away in a moment leaving her empty. She recovered quickly though and gave the man an accusing glare. He acted as if she didn't. "And you will get that feeling no matter who strokes the collar, even if you do it yourself. My gift to you, to make your stay here more bearable." She kept glaring a little longer but then relented. "What's your name? Because I can't call you guy and I refuse to call you master." "According to the notes lifted from my shuttle my name was Pete Draeck. You can call me Pete if you like. And now I will let Scorpia take you to your cell. We will have dinner in a few hours, someone will come and pick you up for that then." This time Anari didn't try to go for her weapon but simply stood up and let Scorpia escort her away. ------------------------------------------------- Anari was reclining on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her posture was relaxed but inside her head she was racing through all the aspects of her situation like a rat desperate to escape the maze. Scorpia had taken away her controller but had left her with her force baton. It had made Anari suspicious but she had tried to draw the weapon anyway once the colonel had left her alone. Her fingers had just touched the rod when a spike of pleasure drove her to her knees. The same thing had happened again and again whenever she tried to even touch it until she had given up. But a part of her wanted to touch the baton, not so that she could use it to escape, but to elicit another reaction from the collar. That was more than enough to keep her hand away. And it was the collar that kept her confined at the moment. She shivered as she remembered her exploration of the smooth ring of silvery metal. Anari had hoped to find a seam or a lock, something that could be used to open the thing. But when she had begun to trace her fingers over the warm metal her thoughts had dissolved into that pleasant fog. Her hips had begun to undulate some time later, her earlier intent to find a way to get rid of the collar forgotten as her mind drifted away on a fluffy cloud. She had only snapped out of it when her hands had drifted down to squeeze her breasts. Yes, she hated the collar. And a small part of her already loved what it could do to her. Finally, someone came to get her. It was Yanara, decked out in a shirt that seemed to be painted on and a skirt that barely covered her shaven mound. Anari got an eyeful every time the woman took a step. When she arrived at the dining area she got a few surprises. That Mercada and Scorpia were dressed like they had been when they came out of the stasis-tubes shouldn't have been a real surprise but for Anari it was. Like Scorpia Diana was dressed in her skinsuit although the top part was unsealed. But Mei-Li was naked and sitting in Draeck's lap, her head resting on his chest with a contended look. Draeck himself was sitting at the head of the table and Anari took a seat on the opposite end while the rest sat at either side of the table. The food itself was what you could expect on a spaceship, especially one that had been adrift for thirty years. Eatable substances that had been freeze-dried and then reconstituted. The taste was bland and you couldn't really tell what you were eating until you actually took a bite. "It's not very good, I know," Draeck told her. "And we won't be eating anything else for awhile either. But it keeps you healthy." Anari just shrugged and watched as he fed Mei-Li. She had expected him to make Mei-Li feed him, instead of the other way around. The whole sight was a little nauseating, it was like an owner spoiling his favorite pet. Anari kept quiet though and simply observed the various interactions, looking a weakness. That plan got a little derailed when it was time for dessert. The trays were pushed aside as Yanara and Diana sat on the table in front of Scorpia and Mercada respectively. Her former crewmembers had their backs resting against each other but where Diana had to wriggle around to get her skinsuit off, Yanara simply had to lift up the ribbon that was masquerading as a skirt before Mercada could dive in. Mei-Li was also on the table but was lying on her back. Anari couldn't really see well because the other two girls were blocking the view but the petite girl was producing more than enough sound to make up for that. She blinked as she witnessed her former crew being eaten out by their captors and obviously loving every second of it. She shifted in her seat, unsure what to do. The collar had aroused her quite a bit but she had refused to act on it and now she was being confronted with this erotic sight. And it wasn't just sight, there was sound as well and her nose just caught the first hint of arousal. On its own her left hand traveled upwards to finger her collar but she snatched it away when she realized what she was about to do. Her eyes drifted to the door and she thought about trying to leave. 'I better not, if one of them catches me I won't get one step further and if they use the collar to restrain me I might be tempted to join them.' So she sat there as a veritable orgy went on in front of her. Midway Mercada and Scorpia switched positions with Diana and Yanara but Draeck kept Mei-Li on the table who was reduced to unintelligible noises by then. Eventually everybody was satisfied although Anari noted that Draeck hadn't received any attention, he had only given it. 'Just another piece to the puzzle,' she thought as Mei-Li escorted her back to her cell. She eyed the still naked girl from the corner of her eyes, 'and letting her alone with me is his first mistake.' Not that she could overpower her or anything, the damn collar made that impossible. But it didn't prevent her from talking. "I'm really sorry to see you treated that way," she started. Mei-Li gave her an owlish stare, wordlessly asking Anari to explain herself. Inwardly she smiled but was careful not to show any outward signs of it. "What I mean is that you swore not too long ago never to let any woman be used like those pirates used you." Mei-Li's face became closed as her childhood memories came back and Anari was careful to let the girl simmer in them for a moment. "And now here is another man who has seized a ship and is using the women of the crew as he pleases." She didn't actually call Draeck a pirate, she would let Mei-Li make the connection. Mei-Li shook her head, "You're wrong. Master isn't using me, He cares about me." But her voice held a tremor of uncertainty. Anari carefully schooled her smile to be indulgent. "But would he have taken you into his care if you weren't on my ship? Didn't he take you as a means to an end first?" She twisted the knife a little deeper, "I just don't want you to end up like your mother." The other woman's distressed face told Anari she had managed to put a wedge in but she didn't dare to push right now so she kept quiet as she entered her cell. She could only hope that her work still held tomorrow but she had hope it would. Mei-Li had undergone a severe trauma when she was a child and the education center had made certain it would be a convenient handle for any commanding officer to use if the situation called for it. 'And if this situation doesn't rate desperate I don't know what would.' ------------------------------------------------- Mei-Li entered the former captain's quarters with butterflies in her stomach. Commander Anari had brought back so many terrible memories and fear had gripped her. The fear that Anari was right even if she herself still couldn't see it, fear that it was Anari who wanted to use her and above all the fear that Master would be disappointed with her and reject her. The light in the roomy cabin was soft and dim. The cabin itself was bare and lacked the items that made it personal. But it was better this way because those items it had contained not so long ago belonged to a dead person. It would have made the setting morbid instead of the romantic feel it had right now. Master was sitting on the bed, decked only in trousers but He wasn't alone. With Him was Doctor Mercada who was to the side sitting on a chair, as naked as Mei-Li was and both of them were watching her as she entered. She licked her lips, unsure what to do and if she really wanted to go through with this. "So, how exactly are we going to do this?" He seemed to have picked up on her insecurity because his first words were, "Anari must have managed to rattle you. I suppose I can't really blame her for that, she's just doing her duty by trying to escape." He beckoned her closer and Mei-Li did so. Without thinking she kneeled before Him and gave a grateful sigh when Mercada did the same right behind her and encircled Mei-Li in her arms. It felt very comforting to sink back into those pillowy breasts and she smelled really nice too. She looked up and met His eyes, licking her lips again she hesitantly explained what had happened. "She talked about my parents, what happened to them." She didn't need to say more. Master already knew the story and apparently so did Mercada. "You can let go of that now," Mercada whispered in her ear. "You're with us now and we won't let anything bad happen to you. It's time for you to just be happy, time for you to be fulfilled." She emphasized the word 'filled'. Mei-Li bit her lip as her eyes shot to Master's groin. "Time to give in and surrender yourself. Just go ahead, you'll see there is nothing to be afraid of." She left the blonde's embrace and crawled forward. With Master's help she removed His pants and found that He wasn't wearing any underwear underneath it. His manhood was only semi-hard, to her disappointment. Obviously her body wasn't very pleasing to Him. Then it suddenly grew erect in a matter of seconds before returning to its previous state. Master winked at her and she realized what He wanted her to do. She shuffled forward until her lips almost touched His dick but there she stopped again. She had never actually done anything like this and she didn't know how to begin, not exactly. Luckily the doctor came to her aid. She squatted beside her and suggested, "start with a lick then slowly swallow it until you hit bottom. After that, just follow your instincts. Watch the teeth though." It sounded like a good idea so she gave the underside of His bulbous head a slow lick. The texture was interesting and there were no offensive tastes either so she gave another lick before planting her lips on its head and swirling her tongue around the hole. Then she slowly let the hardening rod deeper into her mouth, tracing its length with the tip of her tongue on the way. His cock was growing in size, especially in thickness and Mei-Li started to have trouble keeping her teeth away. So she drew her head back just as slowly as she had advanced. She kept her lips sealed around His dick so she could suck on it as she did that which elicited an appreciative grunt from above. A thrill went through her at the sound. 'I'm actually pleasuring Him now. I didn't know it would be this easy.' His cock was very firm now so Mei-Li didn't try to fit Him in her mouth again but instead gripped it at its base and let her tongue trace the side of His manhood. Meanwhile Mercada was rubbing her back in a circular motion and giving her encouragement too. "That's it, lick it. Show Him how much you like tasting Him, how much you want Him. Be sure to use plenty of spittle, we want Him nicely lubricated before He slides it into your needy pussy." She went back to the head and swiftly swallowed the first few inches while working the rest of His length with her hand, rubbing her saliva into the heated member. She alternated sucking on it like a lollipop with licking it like an icecream. Her eyes traveled over His nicely defined abdomen and chest until she met his eyes again. His look was heated now and the lust in it lighted up her own mind like a bonfire. Earlier the doctor had called her pussy needy and now it certainly was, it felt so achingly empty but at the same time her mouth was exquisitely filled. "Time to make you mine," He told her and she let him go with a plop. He pushed himself further onto the bed and lay down. Mei-Li followed and crawled onto the bed until she squatted above His member. And there the apprehension returned as she had a flashback to her one experience in the education center. Keeping the population up was a continuing concern for Amazona and so the girls at the center were not only instructed in how to mate but also got some practical experience in the affair. Most girls got off on using men like that, but to Mei-Li it just brought back her experiences at the hands of the pirates. And the same happened now, but got even more confusing as another part of her warred with those memories. A desire to impale herself upon Him, to grind her pussy down on Him and let Him take her, all of her. So lost in thought was she that she didn't notice Doctor Mercada coming up behind her. But she noticed it when the blonde lifted up her braid and began to stroke it, Mei-Li hadn't realized Master had upped the sensitivity of her hair. She threw her head back and purred as the braid came undone on its one so that Mercada's fingers could comb through them. Every single digit caressed a dozen locks of hair at once and Mei-Li felt that with every individual lock. The petite woman was so lost in the unexpected sensations that she didn't notice it that she was rocking her hips now too. A feminine voice told her to point the hard member beneath her to her hot center and she did so. She grabbed for it blindly as she didn't want to move her head even a centimeter away from those wonderful hands. Then the voice told her to lower herself onto the cock she was still holding in her hands and again she did as she was told. Luckily her pussy was lubricated because she just let herself drop down until it was completely in. Her breath was expelled violently from her body and her head shot forward to see what she had just done. Her pussy was still busy trying to accommodate the intruder, attempting to push it out and pull it in at the same time. The sight of her lips being parted by that thick member made her moan. A moan that got deeper when Mercada's hands returned her attention to Mei-Li's hair. That hair didn't simply stay put this time but began to flow over the blonde's arms and flooded the woman's sizable chest. A single bundle firmed itself up before wriggling itself into the doctor's moistened cunt. And Mei-Li felt her hair doing that, felt the silky texture of Mercada's skin and the heat from her center. She planted her hands on her Master's chest and lifted her pelvis up. Inexorable but slow His member came into sight again. Her lips were pulled outward a little as if they wanted to keep it inside of her. She could understand the sentiment because she felt the same way so she only let half His length out before she began an equally slow descent. Almost hypnotized by the motion she watched herself going up and down, going faster every time she went down. She felt her hair speeding up its ministrations of Mercada in time with that cycle. Together with the blonde Mei-Li began to utter a duet of lust and desire. "Feels so good, filling me up. Fuck me, please. Fuck your horny slave till she passes out. Oh please don't stop. Give it to me. Faster, harder. Yes, just like that." Mei-Li was sweating by the time the sound of two bodies slapping together was added to the noises bouncing around the room. As her climax approached she raked her nails over His skin but when it finally hit her she stayed perfectly still except for her pussy, which was trying to milk the cock inside of her. As she came down to earth again she heard Mercada follow her in sexual culmination behind her. She willed her hair back into a braid as she laid herself on his chest. The blonde doctor moaned plaintively, apparently she was already missing its silky warmth. Mei-Li met Master's eyes, unsure if He was displeased with her. 'Does he want me to keep up the pace or am I doing something wrong? He still hasn't cum.' But Master just looked amused and flushed while his member was still as hard as it was when it first entered her. He must have seen the question in her eyes because he answered her. "You're doing fine." He emphasized that statement with a thrust of his hips. "I just want to make this memorable for all three of us." He gave another thrust. Followed by another and another as He set the pace. All of them were shallow but her sensitive button was resting on His stomach and getting some delicious friction from the action. It was slow and felt like lovemaking to Mei-Li. Neither of them broke eye-contact at any moment except when Mei-Li felt Mercada's tongue laving her rosebud for the first time. Her eyes fluttered when she felt that but didn't comment, it felt good. She began to meet his thrusts by grinding down on him. This didn't throw off Mercada's aim who was now worming her surprisingly strong tongue past her ring. It wasn't long after that for Mei-Li to have a second orgasm. It was slow and this time she shuddered uncontrollably which changed into an arching of her back when her Master joined her and released his first load into her. Her eyes rolled up as a new climax hit her. "Oh fuck, yes. Fill me up Master, just fill me up," she pleaded. Out of breath she buried her face into his chest while Master stroked her back and planted a kiss on her head. Mercada had relented as well and was simply rubbing her butt. Mei-Li swore she could feel the nanites now coating her pussy's inner walls. Could sense them beginning to change her and make her completely His. An illusion of course but it was such a delicious one. "Master," and there she hesitated for a moment. But He didn't prompt her and simply waited so after gathering her thoughts she went on. "Could I have more nanites? Could you fill me up until I just have your nanites inside of me and nothing else?" "I wouldn't do that even if I could," He responded with a gentle voice. "I like you as you are. Soft yet firm and so warm to the touch. Yes, I prefer my women made of flesh and blood. I can give you another helping of nanites though," He offered. "I'm sorry Master, I wouldn't dream of going against your wishes." He chuckled. "I already know that so you don't have to apologize for wanting me close to you. Just remember, once you got the complete upgrade I will always be a thought away. You won't be alone ever again, not even in your dreams." She looked up at that. "Oh, thank you," she exclaimed and she kissed Him. 'Strange to think I haven't kissed Him yet even after all the other things we have done,' she considered. It wasn't a sloppy kiss or a passionate one, it was simple gratitude that motivated it. After they pulled apart Master told her to turn around and get up on all fours. She did so and found herself facing Mercada's tummy while Master was now kneeling behind her. She tried to look behind her through the space between her legs when she felt Master part her butt cheeks. Her eyes widened at the sight she was confronted with. In front of her eyes Master's cock was being coated with a transparent, silvery material. Her head shot back up when He gripped her hips and moved His hips forward until the tip of His manhood nestled against her rosebud. She felt herself tense up in expectation so she took a deep breath and tried to relax. Find the Shoe on the Other Foot Ch. 02 Master must have noticed because He chose that moment to push the head of His member in. It went far smoother than she had expected. The material encasing his cock felt slicker than glass and the muscles in her back passage simply had no purchase. When He was completely inside of her He let her get acquainted with the sensation for a moment before shifting His hands from her hips to her tits. He lifted her up until she faced Mercada's boobs. "You said you wanted more nanites, well here they are," Mercada told her. Mei-Li licked her lips before she reverently laid her hands upon one of the large jugs. She moved her head forward a little but Mercada closed the rest of the distance and then her mouth was filled with flesh that still tasted a little salty from perspiration. She began to suckle and hummed contentedly when she felt the liquid full of nanites begin to seep onto her tongue and from there it moved to the rest of her mouth till it went down her throat. She was so distracted by Mercada that she didn't notice at first that Master was pulling out, but she felt it when He rocked forward again. Muffled groans and sighs escaped her as Master speeded up quickly, all the while he was still kneading her breasts. Mei-Li became lost in time as she devoted her attention to the doctor's mound. The pounding of her asshole felt good but was nowhere near as fulfilling as having it fuck her pussy. Likewise the breastplay wasn't enough on its own to bring her to a climax. But together they would be enough to push her over the edge given enough time. She could feel her pleasure build up inexorably like a glacier and at the same speed as one. That pleasure suddenly doubled when her chute became more sensitive, in one area in particular it felt like he was gently rubbing her clit. She actually had to let go of Mercada's breast for a moment, she was that surprised. 'It must be the nanites.' The thought was interrupted as her pleasure doubled again as more spots suddenly began to flood her brain with pleasure, eliciting a moan from Mei-Li. 'They're really rebuilding me, making me more sensitive.' She returned to sucking on Mercada's tit with renewed vigor, pressing her butt into Master's groin at the same time. She hugged the other woman now to keep herself up as the pleasure began to weaken her muscle-control. This time it was Master that came first. She felt his dick swell with exquisite detail and the simple knowledge He was going fill her up again was enough to make her cum as well. Mercada's assets didn't muffle her moans and groans now as Mei-Li's head rested on her Master's shoulder as she ground her body against Him. She would have dropped bonelessly on the bed if Master hadn't held her up. Without effort He lifted her up as He fell back on the bed Himself until her pussy hovered above His face. She noticed the silvery protection around His member had vanished leaving it clean and ready for her. Without thinking she let her upper body fall down on His chest and wriggled forward until she could lift His tip up with her tongue. She slurped Him up like spaghetti, snaking forward again to get more of Him in her mouth. She had no problem swallowing Him this time and when she began licking His member with her tongue it felt like she was stroking it with her clit. As she hit base she came face to face with Mercada who was now taking in His balls in her mouth one at a time. Her pussy was barely in reach of Master's mouth but He already had a solution for that as she suddenly felt His tongue become impossible long as it wriggled into her moist cavern. She shuddered through yet another orgasm but she valiantly kept up her stimulation of His member. 'Nothing is more important than pleasuring Him. His pleasure is my pleasure.' A small orgasm roared through her pussy in reward of learning that lesson. She began to lose her sense of self, the notion of where she ended and He began. She couldn't define anymore where He entered her and where she accepted Him. All she knew was that He was filling her more and more and that it wasn't enough. She still wasn't completely His but she was now comforted by the knowledge that by the end of the night, she would be. To be continued Find the Shoe on the Other Foot Ch. 03 The Assault Anari woke up feeling miserable and it was only the first day. She was nauseous and on top of that came a bad taste in her mouth that wouldn't go away no matter how many times she gulped down a glass of water from the fountain. She was also restless but that had to do with her plans to escape or lack thereof. 'Draeck said he was going to make Mei-Li's complete last night, but did he actually do that or did she chicken out?' she wondered. 'I wish I could have pushed her further but that would have scared her away. I had to wait, but now I face the possibility that she has been corrupted too. And in that case I am without any allies whatsoever.' She swallowed and was again reminded that Draeck had chained her with more than just physical means. Apparently he had made good on his promise but she could live with this, or die if necessary. But right now she was just waiting for one of the women to come so she could have breakfast. She was curious if food would be brought to her or if she would eat with the rest. She had forgotten to ask yesterday. Her question was answered soon enough when Mei-Li entered and with her entrance Anari's hope crashed in a flaming wreck. Her pupils and irises were a sparkling silver and the look in her eyes was determined. Her hair was put into several braids, two of them streamed down from her temples and the rest from the back of her head. But some of those braids didn't just hang there. Several were looped around her body, tied together like rope to provide minimal cover for her private parts. Two of those braids were cupping and lifting her tits, the tufts at their end rested on her teats. She wasn't wearing anything besides this bizarre getup and Mei-Li seemed to find nothing wrong with it. "I know what you tried to do," Mei-Li said in greeting, her eyes shooting daggers. "Master showed me my personnel jacket this morning. Including the notes of my psychiatrist at the education center. Master isn't the one trying to use me, it's you. You and all those other Amazonans, from the moment you people got your claws on me. All you could think of was how to use me, a scared little girl!" She breathed hard after that tirade. Commander Anari wanted to lick her dry lips but did her best to keep her anxiousness and surprise hidden. 'Fuck,' summed it up concisely. 'What the hell do I do now? I can't deny it, Draeck's got access to those files and he used it.' She took another look at Mei-li's eyes. 'And she's definitely one of his pets now.' "Part of me wants to kill you," Mei-Li informed her with a cold voice. "But Master wants to keep you around and His punishment is cruel enough for me." Anari blinked, not liking where this was going. She forgot to resist the temptation to lick her lips. "What do you mean?" "Exactly," the petite woman answered triumphantly. "He's leaving you like this, withholding understanding from you. Keeping you untouched and captive instead of freeing you like He did me. He isn't in your thoughts, molding you to His will." Mei-Li's eyes became unfocused. "Showing you the bliss of obedience, making you submit, wrapping you in His will." The commander watched as Mei-Li's hair began to move at that last part. It tightened and slid along her flesh, eliciting a pleasured moan from her before slacking again. "You will never have that," she informed Anari as she looked directly into her eyes. Eyes that showed the Amazonan exactly what she was missing. "But we have to go, I don't want to be late for breakfast." Breakfast was surprisingly normal without the dessert-antics of last night. She waited for Draeck to suggestively ask her how she felt but he simply wished her a good morning and nothing more. The food was just as bland though which wasn't helped by the fact that the foul taste in her mouth clung to ever bite she took. And after that came the memorial service which left Anari with a confusing mix of emotions. They had gathered a personal item from every woman that had died, including the deceased Captain Yvain, and put it in an airlock. And after some hart-felled words from Colonel Scorpia the outer doors had opened. That Draeck had the gall to stand there and comfort the doctor was bad enough, but the sadness that was written all over him threw Anari for a loop. He was the reason those women had died, but he obviously cared for them. And he didn't seem to be angry with Captain Yvain either or especially hostile towards herself for that matter despite what had happened to him. So she had simply stood there, with a clothed Mei-Li guarding her, and mourned for those brave souls in the privacy of her own mind. She honored them as Amazonans and as victims, not the playthings that they were when they died. Still, the service had given her food for thought. Something to distract her from the small nuisances still plaguing her body. And it worked too because after a while she felt better, great even. 'Draeck doesn't look that bad,' Anari considered. 'I wouldn't mind him slipping his manhood into me. To draw it in slowly, feeling how my pussy strains to envelop him. His hands pulling at my hard nipples. Oh yes, just like...' The nausea came back as her hand left the collar to fondle her breast and with a shiver she became aware of her surroundings again. She gave her hand an accusing glare, before shuddering. 'So I can do something about these symptoms if I caress the collar.' She had done it unconsciously when she didn't know that. But now that she knew how much better she could feel. 'How long until I lie here all day long, stroking the collar while my mind dissolves into a pleasant fog? Just so I won't have to feel like this.' She guessed the answer was a lot sooner than she feared or hoped. ------------------------------------------------- Last night's dinner had ended on an equally bizarre, if different, tone as the previous one. This time Draeck was the dessert and so Anari sat there while the other women took their turn sucking the man off. He didn't pay her any attention, never gave her a meaningful look that said he expected her in that position not before long. She went to bed hoping tomorrow would be better, she was disappointed. A dull headache accompanied Anari's ascent into consciousness. Her relief that the nausea and the bad taste were gone was short-lived when she tried to fill a glass with water. Her hand trembled, forcing her to concentrate on just keeping it still. It also made every sip an arduous task. So when on top of that the commander was confronted with Yanara's new, upbeat and sympathetic personality she got cranky. And the fact that happiness just rolled off of Yanara didn't help Anari to cool down either. Breakfast itself wasn't any better, every bite had to be taken slowly and deliberately or she was liable to stab herself with her fork. Because of this, it was a fuming Amazonan commander that accompanied Draeck and Scorpia to the holo-tank. The holo-tank was used in peace as a place to chart a course and in war it was where the strategic planning took place. "If you think I am going to help you enslave the rest of my people, you are out of your mind!" Anari exploded as soon as she found out what their destination had been. They both turned to look at the commander but she was just gathering steam. "Just because you brainwashed the rest to worship you," her mind flashed back to last night. How the strict colonel had greedily slurped Draeck's dick up, practically slobbering all over it like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. "Doesn't mean I do. I refuse to stand by and watch how you plan on turning back the clock and make us slaves of men again." Draeck got a puzzled look but Anari watched flabbergasted as Scorpia's straight face cracked into a smile. It grew to a chuckle that quickly developed into right-out laughter. "What did I say?" Anari asked. Draeck spared the already recovering woman beside him a bemused look before addressing the question. "It's not your fault really, I forgot you didn't know what my plans are. My long-term plans that is." He fell silent again, apparently collecting his thoughts before explaining. "I'm not some anti-Sarah, I think people can get along with each other outside some master-servant relation. With my nanites I plan to bring equality, true equality, to the Amazonan nation. And make certain that nobody will ever suffer like I did. Be robbed of their identity like I was." "Which sounds great, coming from a guy that has a harem of women calling him Master," sneered the redhead. Draeck shrugged. "I don't expect your people to make the transition willingly and I like it. But I took on a responsibility to them too when I did that. And I don't trust anybody else with that, which makes me less noble and maybe even a hypocrite but can you honestly say that I am not treating them better than your people are treating any man they get?" Anari glanced over at Colonel Scorpia. The differences were glaringly obvious. There was intelligence shining in those eyes and she had seen enough to know they had kept their initiative. It was just that they now wanted to please Draeck and share that with others. Compared to the shells the men back home were, Anari had to admit Scorpia and the others were better off. 'But that's not the only choice, they could be free too,' she thought. "But you're not going to be around forever. What happens to your victims after that,hmmm?" Now Draeck smiled. "Actually, I will be around for, well not forever but a long time," he said jovially. "The nanites, you see, they repair everything including my brain so my body will stay in its current condition for as long as I want. And the same thing applies to my girls, although I will be honest and say that I don't plan on giving everybody this treatment. Some people will want to grow old and die and I'll accommodate them." The commander's face grew horrified but he kept going. "Of course something catastrophic could happen, like my body getting incinerated. But I already planned for that too. Every single nanite holds a part of a copy of my thought patterns and memories. It only takes a few thousand to create a complete copy and the nanites can easily make me a new body. So as long as one of my girls, these ships or even you exist, then so do I." Anari was speechless and Draeck didn't push her. He just went back to business, plotting their take-over of one of the refueling stations Scorpia had mentioned what seemed a lifetime ago. The commander herself was dazed and didn't say a word during the entire meeting. She had already planned on doing that but she originally thought she would pay more attention to what was said. As it was she missed quite a few details but there was one big flaw in the plan that she didn't overlook even if Draeck did. 'They're planning on using the Panopea like a Trojan Horse, using the Hix nanites as the gift. But without me the women crewing that outpost will be very suspicious and if they do try to make me go along with their plan I will. Just long enough to reach the safety of the outpost,' she resolved grimly. ------------------------------------------------- Day three of her incarceration started as the worst, but there had been satisfying moments as well. Waking up wasn't one of them. The dull pressure in her head had changed into stabbing pain behind her burning eyes. Her body was constantly shivering and she was breaking out in a sweat. She felt lousy and sore, her muscles protesting the moment she stood up. Moving didn't help as she had hoped it would so Anari had to be supported to the cafeteria. Once there she felt bile rise up when her senses caught the first sign of food, something that hadn't happened when she laboriously drank a glass of water. Anari caught everybody looking at her so she glared back at them before she began to eat. Her eyes kept flickering to the spot on the table in front of Draeck. But her gaze wasn't aimed at the table but what it was blocking from her sight. 'I could just get this over with, I can't escape like this. I can barely walk.' Her eyes traveled up and met the man's, her resolve hardened. 'No, screw him. I am not going down on my knees to blow him. The sicko, the pervert, the...' she ranted. It helped, she actually felt a little better but the anger soon lost its hot fury. And with it came back all the sensations it had staved off so briefly. "I think it is best if Yanara returned you to your room today. You are obviously in no condition to do anything," Draeck informed her after breakfast. She shot back, "you mean my cell, right?" Draeck just shrugged. "It's your choice." And so she had returned to her cell where all she could do was lie on her back and stare at the ceiling. There were some flexipads for her to read but after just a few minutes her eyes had stung so much she had to give that up. Her eyes drifted away from the ceiling and passed the digital clock on the wall, clearly visible from her position. She looked back at the clock as an idea hit her. 'I could...' she felt a little afraid. Like she was taking a step down some road and when she did, she might not be able to go back. 'If I keep my eyes on the clock and concentrate, maybe I can use the collar. I just have to keep in mind to only stroke it for a few minutes.' She wiggled around a little to make sure she was comfortable and then stared at the clock. Picturing the numbers it would have in ten minutes. 'I have to stop then, need stop at 8:48. I need to lower my hand then.' She kept that running through her mind as her hand crept up. Her heart was in her throat when her finger finally touched the slick silver and began ghosting over it. A sigh escaped her as her breathing took on a gentle rhythm. Her muscles relaxed as if her body was immersed in a warm bath and her eyelids drooped. Her headache fled and in its place her mind was swaddled in silk, covering her memories and obscuring her thoughts. Yet still she watched the minutes pass on the digital clock, dimly aware she had to return her hand to her side very soon. She blinked. 'No...Not soon...Now...I have to lower my hand...What hand?...Left is at my side...The right hand is playing with that beautiful collar...So it's the right one.' She giggled at the double meaning of that last thought but when her finger left the metal ringlet it became a plaintive groan as all the bad memories and sensations slammed back into her awareness. 'I knew I could do it,' she triumphantly thought as she eyed the clock. 'Draeck thought he had put a leash on me but I am the one in charge.' She studied the clock for a moment. 'I'll wait half an hour and then I will give myself another treatment.' Anari didn't even notice her tongue wetting her lips or her heart fluttering in expectation. She faithfully kept to that schedule until lunchtime approached. To make certain she would get through that she gave herself a session of twenty minutes that would end right about when Yanara brought her lunch. That meal wasn't enjoyed communally. Once again the mere sight of food almost made her hurl but she toughened it out, ignoring Yanara's attempt at conversation. She just wanted to get this over with and the woman gone so she could give herself another session to keep her food down. The moment Yanara stepped out with the empty tray the commander's hand eagerly returned to the smooth metal hugging her neck. For thirty minutes she was seated in a small stream of pleasure, the feeling pleasantly caressing and drenching her. But when she stepped out of that stream the real world was twice as harsh so after a bare ten-minute break she stepped back in. She bunched up her shirt to give her left hand access to her breast, exposing the soft mound to the stream. A half-hour swiftly grew into a full hour while the breaks shrank to five minutes and then just a minute. Her hand was no longer satisfied with massaging her tit and was now slowly rubbing circles on her clit. Her climaxes were as gentle as the collar's embrace, making the world seem that more wonderful. She was sweaty and completely unaware of how late it was when Yanara stepped in to escort her to dinner. If she had come even a minute later she would have found Anari moaning on the bunk with a hand down her pants. She felt vaguely mortified about that but annoyance with the perky woman won out. 'Couldn't she have come just an hour later?' the commander grumbled to herself. She got up but didn't go to Yanara right away. She first drank two glasses of water, she hadn't noticed how thirsty she was until then. Anari didn't waste pleasantries at dinner and simply shoveled the food in. 'Just don't pay attention to how you want to vomit, that will vanish as soon as you get back to your cell,' the commander promised herself. 'But I need to keep my strength up, I won't last long if I don't.' This time she didn't stay silent when Draeck announced that it was time for dessert. "I am not going to sit here and watch you lot have another orgy," she bit out. "I'm going to my cell." She didn't wait for permission or help and got up. Yanara swiftly appeared on her side but Anari ignored her. Her mind was already in her cell, focussed on the silver collar around her neck. ------------------------------------------------- As Anari woke up in her stained clothes her hand automatically traveled back to the collar. "No!" she cried when her still drowsy mind realized what she was about to do. She firmly tucked her hands underneath her armpits and stared at the wall as adrenaline boosted her from sleep into complete awareness in a heartbeat. 'Oh fuck. Shit, you stupid, weak, little idiot. You couldn't even keep it together for a day,' she berated herself. The commander shuddered as disjointed images and thoughts from yesterday bubbled up. She hadn't even pretended to take breaks after dinner, she had just lain there like an addict and let herself drift away without a care in the world. She felt lousier than she did yesterday even though the sensations themselves were the same. She weathered them, accepted it as a fitting punishment for her lack of discipline. After drinking several glasses of water she sat ramrod straight on the bed with her palms firmly resting on her knees. The redhead waited, her mind already made up on what to do. 'I can't do anything like this and the collar just offers the illusion of relief. I've been trying to navigate between Scylla and Charybdis but both are keeping me in place. I just hope that the cure isn't worse than the disease.' So when Diana helped her into the cafeteria she didn't take her usual seat but kept going until she had reached the other side of the table and Draeck. She knelt before the man with impotent rage churning in her gut. But she had made her decision and didn't hesitate even as she almost choked on the words. "I need your semen," she blurted out while looking at the floor. "I know, I was the one who told you. What's your point?" That wasn't the reply Anari had expected and her head shot up. "I'm on my knees here, begging for it. Isn't that enough or do you enjoy seeing me squirm." Her words didn't faze Draeck who kept a polite expression. "You didn't actually ask for it," he pointed out. Can I have your semen?" she enunciated. "Please," was added as an afterthought. "Sure," the infuriating man said. He twisted his chair around so that he faced her and Anari was already shifting her weight so that she could crawl to him when his next words stopped her in her tracks. "Mercada, come over here my dear." The busty doctor was clad in skin-tight shorts and a tube top that barely covered her jiggling breasts as she traipsed over to him. The blonde daintily lowered herself to her knees when she reached Draeck and without a word from him began to undo his gray pants. Anari had already noticed he seemed to take a perverse pleasure in wearing the clothes of an Amazonan slave. The only time he had worn something else was during the memorial service. Find the Shoe on the Other Foot Ch. 03 Mercada neatly fished out his already hardening member and began to lick it, all the while making certain Anari had a good view of what she was doing. The commander wasn't a stranger to this kind of spectacle but she had never had this good a view of it nor was she certain where this was going. 'Is she getting him hard for me or showing me how to do it or something else?' Anari simply didn't know. So she stayed there and watched as Mercada's head bobbed up and down with one of Draeck's hands running through her hair. That Draeck was enjoying the blonde's attention was no surprise but Anari was still amazed to note the look of pleasure on Mercada's face. Draeck didn't even give a verbal warning that he was about to cum but Mercada knew anyway. She locked her lips around his tip and stroked him to completion. "I know you don't want to get it straight from the source, not yet anyway, so I will let someone else do that for you." At those words Mercada stood up and walked to the still kneeling Anari. She was mesmerized by the white trail dribbling from a corner of the doctor's mouth. Already she could feel her headache lessen and her stomach beginning to settle. She stopped squinting, something she hadn't even noticed she was doing before then. Mercada took her head in her hands and bent over, giving her a passionate kiss that Anari answered. She was relieved to find the taste to be nothing particular good, just a bit salty although not exactly bad either. She had been afraid Draeck had done something to her to make his cum taste really good but that was not a danger. She swallowed and the symptoms disappeared, like someone had thrown a switch. But she kept kissing to get every little bit, afraid that if she didn't the symptoms would return and concerned that the relief was temporary. That it would end with the kiss. And then the blonde ended it for her, pulling back with a big smile and only then did Anari realize everybody had been watching her. Had seen everything. But she refused to show her embarrassment and simply stood up to make her way to her seat. Without looking at anybody she began attacking her breakfast. 'I should have done this yesterday,' she berated herself. She peaked around the table noticing two pairs of eyes on her. 'And somewhere more private.' "Alright Yanara, time to get underway," Draeck announced once breakfast was finished. The Amazonan nodded and left the table at once. Anari blinked at the announcement, then frowned. "Were you waiting for me to crack before getting underway?" she inquired indignantly. The man gave her a grin, apparently completely unaware of her anger. "Not really. We needed time to make some modifications to our ships as well as training our new additions to the family in operating the Erato. But that you stopped procrastinating is good too." He stood up. "Now come along, I have a use for you now that you are feeling better." Anari stood up but before she could tell him where to stuff his use, Draeck had already walked out of the cafeteria and she had no choice but to follow him and Scorpia. "Just because I'm not fighting this ludicrous addiction you gave me anymore doesn't mean I will do whatever the hell you want." And she kept going in a similar vain till they reached their destination. Only then did Draeck speak. "You get to hurt me." Those words shut her up. "I know martial arts thanks to the knowledge I gained from my girls, especially Scorpia, but even with the help of the nanites my body isn't truly used to fighting like that," he clarified. "So I want to spar with you because unlike the others you won't feel bad about hurting me. So don't hold back. Well, not much. I want you to refrain from any killing moves." Now it was Anari's turn to grin and she quickly stepped on to the mat and assumed the standard ready stance of 'Celer Macto'. Draeck followed after shedding off his shirt. To her dismay she recognized his style as a perfect example of 'Durus Macto', a variation of the one she was using that was more suited to those who had a heavier physique. Anari didn't say anything, she simply attacked. A feint left Draeck out of balance and a sweep combined with a palm strike knocked him off his feet. But Draeck wasn't put out by the ease of his defeat and just got up again. She didn't want to be predictable so this time she didn't feint but simply launched a swift flurry of kicks and jabs. This time Draeck blocked some but the rest got through and once again it ended with him lying on the mat. "'I know martial arts'," the redhead mimicked. "I'm still waiting on you to prove it." "I will see what I can do to make this more interesting for you," he replied as he got back up. "Sure you will," Anari told her and she immediately followed it up with an attack. But this time Draeck was there to meet it, turning her feint into his counterattack and in short order it was Anari who was looking at the ceiling. Spurred on by this she redoubled her efforts, using every trick she knew of and it got her several satisfying bruises that unfortunately faded away far too quickly. But Draeck was learning and more and more of her attacks were blocked while she managed to deflect and evade less and less of his own assaults. And then Draeck caught her completely by surprise by switching styles in mid-fight, suddenly copying her own moves and executing them faster than she herself could. And he was still stronger too. The fight now became one-sided and the fact that Draeck was being careful not to really hurt her only made her angrier. Until now she had limited herself to non-lethal moves but she was past caring what would happen if she tried to kill him. In the heat of the moment she even forgot their conversation of two days ago about his supposed immortality and simply moved to strike. Her muscles turned to jelly as her mind was suddenly lifted off into the stratosphere by pleasure. It was like a rocket had been strapped to her mind that launched her up and away. But it sputtered out just before she escaped the attraction of her body and her mind could free fall into climax. And then the pleasure receded and dragged her mind back with it. Next thing she knew she was clinging to Draeck with her face buried in his chest. 'His sweaty, very naked chest that was sporting some nice muscles.' Anari jumped away like she had touched a live wire. Draeck studied her. "You tried to kill me," he concluded. "The collar gives different punishments for different things," he clarified at Anari's surprised look. Then he frowned. "Strange, I would think the increased survival-instincts would have kicked in by now." Anari's heart was racing, her body only now catching up with the pleasure her mind had been subjected to and demanding she finished it. "What are you talking about?" "Oh, I tinkered a little with your mind after all. Just to ensure you wouldn't think of anything suicidal. I mean, you haven't thought of suicide to escape your predicament right?" Anari stared at Draeck's smug, superior, know-it-all smile that she just wanted to wipe of his face. 'He can't be right, I'm just not wired that way. I was never a quitter, was I?' She swallowed as she realized that Draeck could very well make her believe anything. She got angry again, a temporary safeguard against the rising fear. The doubt that she was a puppet after all even as she refused to believe it. She needed to prove him wrong. "No, you're lying. I'm going to warn the outpost. So there!" And she could kick herself the moment the words left her lips. But Draeck seemed to be mulling her words over for a moment, apparently not certain what she meant right away. "Oh, you mean you thought I was going to use you to captain the Panopea for the first part of the plan. No, that was never in the cards." "But, they will never let her dock without a captain and they'll know I was supposed to be the one commanding her." Now the guy was grinning. "And an Anari will be in command, just not you. Scorpia, if you please." "What do you mean, a me?" Anari asked but her eyes were already centering on Scorpia who had closed her eyes in concentration. The commander could hear a muted crackling as her face began to morph. Before her eyes the intelligence officer's skin-tone became a little lighter and her hair changed to red, red like Anari's. And then Scorpia opened her eyes and Anari found herself looking in two familiar brown orbs. She was looking at herself. ------------------------------------------------- Captain Anea was busy finishing up her monthly assessment-report about the two new Intelligence officers she was manning the refueling-outpost with. This would just be their first test, to see how well their discipline held under isolation. And they needed people to crew these things which was an easy job, their best defense was the fact nobody knew they were there. All of these refueling-stations were hidden away in the unguarded outback of other nations. Systems that were considered of too little value to properly patrol and they were not always uninhabited. Take the system they were in at the moment. Nominally it belonged to the Thornburgers, but the small colony on the second world only had a few hundred thousand inhabitants and there was only one sentinel-satellite in orbit. Enough to get a warning of if anybody dropped by but a solar system is very big and you can only see into hyper when you're in hyper. So if you were a little careful you could quite easily hide away something in the outer system like a refueling-station in the Oort cloud. Plenty of fuel right there, you just had to bring in the tools to mine and process it. But riding herd on one was mind-numbing boredom for the most part, despite the relative closeness of the enemy. 'Which means that the poor sap who gets stuck with command can wait a while on a promotion unless something unanticipated happens. And surprises are not good in this line of work.' Anea was actually cut out for the work. She wasn't very good at undercover work or anything like that but she was a very good commander and Intelligence needed all sorts of talent. Experienced too, at 38 already she was the veteran of three wars. But where her previous assignments had given her the feeling she had actually contributed something, this one just left her cold. In the year she had been here only two ships had visited, one of which was the planned resupply drop. And there wasn't even much commanding to be done. Given there were only three women and someone had to be in the control room at all times meant that usually one would be asleep, one was off-duty and the last was actually stuck on command. At the moment that was Anea while Nari and Yngrid were eating. Which brought her back tot he report in front of her. 'These stationpods really are multi-functional, one press of the button and you can either check the status of the fusion reactor or make a report. Comfy seating too.' The blearing of the alarm yanked her wandering mind back to business. It was being played in every room of the outpost so after a few seconds Nari and the Yngrid entered command as well and threw themselves in their pods. By then the captain's pod had already sealed shut and the Amazonan inside had punched up an image of the new arrival. "Target is an Amazonan vessel, Nereid-class," Anea identified. "According to its transponder it's the Panopea, its coming in on the correct trajectory and speed. Get ready to blast it out of the sky if it doesn't hail us...now," but it kept following procedure. 'Which is good, the chance to see a new face is a precious luxury out here.' On her screen a redheaded commander appeared. "Refueling-outpost G-74, this is Commander Anari commanding the Panopea. I request permission to dock and to take on fuel." The station's computer automatically accessed its files pertaining to the Panopea and Commander Anari and was able to confirm that she was who she said she was. Anea was about to grant her request when Yngrid asked for the captain's attention. "Just a moment while we verify a few things, Commander. It's procedure, you know how it is." A corner of the commander's lips went up a little. "Yes, I do. I just got a fresh reminder of it too. We'll wait here, Anari out." And with those words the image was replaced with Yngrid's blue-eyed face. "Captain, the Intelligence AI on board the Panopea piggybacked a report on the signal. Apparently the Panopea discovered something valuable to the Amazonan nation and is now under orders to bring it back. We are to debrief them, store half their cargo, copy the data they retrieved and give them all the aid they ask for." Anea rolled her eyes. "And of course it doesn't say exactly what this is all about in the first place. Sometimes we take security a little too far. But who asks me? Nobody, that's who." She contacted the ship again. "I just got confirmation, you can come in. And I was led to understand you have something for us. Something that needs safekeeping." Anari nodded, she ordered someone off-screen to bring the ship in before returning her attention to Anea. "Yes, the AI just gave us our orders too. How do you want to play this?" "Me and my crew will debrief your crew first while you give our computer a copy of the relevant data. Can you handle the cargo on your own or do you need a hand?" The commander shook her head. "Fits in the palm of my hand, I'll bring it along when I come aboard. I take it you want to sweat me once you've gone over everything with my crew?" Now it was Anea's turn to nod. "Don't worry, we'll be gentle." "Oh, I hope not too gentle," Anari shot back before closing the channel. 'Was she flirting?' the Intelligence officer wondered. ------------------------------------------------- They were in their stationpods again, watching the Panopea move away before entering hyper. 'A lost research ship, Hix nanites and a crew that had apparently gone insane. Oh yeah, they're flying straight for an instant-promotion with that kind of a coup.' She remembered how happy all of the crew was, relaxed and looking forward to going home. 'But I got one of those nanites now too!' Anea consoled herself. Not the same as finding them but getting it safely back to Amazonan hands would get her mentioned. And the Panopea had given them a welcome, if brief, change of routine. 'But it was over all too soon, now we're back to the grindstone.' She pushed the button that would open the canopy and was already calling up the report she had been working on before all the excitement when her brain informed her that she hadn't heard the canopy actually open. A quick check confirmed that it was still closed and pushing the button some more didn't help either. Anea looked out to see if Nari and Yngrid had the same problem and it was clear that they did. "Computer, override the seal on my pod. Authorization-code, Bullcrap." The soothing voice of the computer responded without delay. "I am sorry Anea, but I cannot do that. You have not yet accepted your total obedience to Master." For a moment the words held no meaning to her, they were that unexpected. "What?" And even after she understood the sentence, she had no idea what the AI was talking about. "Please, do not be alarmed," the AI continued. "You have no hope to resist this. And once you surrender yourself to Him you will feel so much better." Finally her hands flew to the controls but they went dark before she had even touched them. From her peripheral vision she caught movement at her feet. Anea looked down and watched as a silver liquid began to come out of the floor. On closer inspection the captain realized that the silvery substance wasn't acting like a liquid after all, it was clawing up the walls and then it began streaming up her legs. Panic gripped her for a second and she tried to kick it off, only succeeding in planting her feet deeper into the stuff. 'Calm down. You're in your skinsuit, remember? The stuff can't get in and you can survive for a few days in it.' She shivered at the knowledge where her water would come from for that time. Adrenaline was now uselessly surging through her system, prepping her body for a fight against something that she couldn't hurt. Her thoughts were racing, looking for a way out of this predicament until they came to a screeching halt at her force baton. She had already whipped it out when she realized that she didn't have the strength to smash the clear covering of the canopy nor could she shoot herself out of the pod. The effectors would just bounce off of it and quite possibly kill her. The choice was taken away from her when a glob of the liquid launched itself at the baton, quickly covering it and startling Anea so much that she dropped it. It fell into the goop that was now coming to her shins and covering her up to her waist. Her mind grew numb as she couldn't come up with any way to escape. All she could do was sit there and watch it cover more and more of her. Her only solace was the knowledge that there was still something between her and the mercury-like substance now racing to cover the rest of her. She took a look at Yngrid's pod and saw that she too was being covered by the silvery liquid. Her movements were frantic as she tried to brush it off, only succeeding in getting it on her hands too. Before her sight was blocked Anea witnessed Yngrid's arms calmly resting themselves on the chair's arms. At the same time she felt her own body being positioned into a comfortable position as well. Next she felt something cold move against her skin, it was slick and warming up where it touched her body. 'Oh shit.' She couldn't actually see but she was certain that the liquid was dissolving her suit. Which opened some grim possibilities on what it would do with softer materials like her flesh. She could feel the plumbing attachments leave her body, felt them sink back into something. But they were swiftly replaced by something smooth and cold that inflated after entering her. And then it was on her face, slithering through her hair. She squashed her first impulse to scream not wanting to give the stuff an easy way in. Anea didn't think it would suffocate her but there was no way to tell as it finished conforming to the shape of her head. She couldn't tell when it was finished but she slowly realized that she couldn't feel anything. There was no light, no sound, no smells nor could see even feel anything like heat or cold. She couldn't lift a finger, the only movement she was still allowed was breathing. The only thing she could still feel was the press of the substance now covering her. Or at least, she thought she could still feel it. It was hard to tell if she was actually still feeling it or just remembered how it felt. Anxiety spurred her breathing to go faster but to her horror it wouldn't, it just kept going at the relaxed pace and Anea discovered she had no control on even that small aspect of her body. It didn't matter if she closed her eyes or not, she was in the dark. Lost in a warm, comfortable void that seemed timeless. Anea wished she could scream but she didn't even have enough room for that. ------------------------------------------------- "All hail the conquering hero," Anari grouched behind Draeck as they stepped onto the outpost. "Are you now the slave reminding me that I am only mortal?" Draeck asked as he turned around. "Or maybe my court-jester?" he suggested with a smile. Anari gave him a death glare but kept quiet. Draeck sighed in disappointment and began walking towards command. "Oh, come on. You can smile if you want to, nobody's going to get hurt." The outpost was small so they were already entering the circular room when the commander answered. "I am not going to act like everything is okay when you just hijacked one of our outposts. Not to mention the fact what you've done to me," she finished with a blush. She was distracted from giving the man a piece of her mind by her first glimpse of the inside of one of the pods. Find the Shoe on the Other Foot Ch. 03 "What the hell..." Inside of it was what looked like a silver statue made to look like a naked woman. It looked a little abstracted due to the fact that its face was a featureless oval with a slight bump where the nose was supposed to be. The only clue that it was a living person was the blonde hair that was sticking out of its head. It wasn't moving and even after looking very closely for over a minute she couldn't tell if the person was breathing. "Are they still alive?" she asked in a small voice. "Oh yes," was his breezy answer. "This was just to preserve them until I got here," Draeck clarified. He continued in a softer voice, "and to soften them up." Anari was relieved to find she was still horrified that yet more Amazonans had fallen victim to Draeck. And saddened by the fact she could do no more for them. She also felt resentment that these three wouldn't share in her sadness before long but she suppressed that. It wasn't their fault they would be very happy in a few minutes time, it was his. "So now what?" "Now I will finish what has been started," he said as he moved to the center of the room. He sat himself down cross-legged with his back to Anari. "You're welcome to watch, although there won't be anything to see." ------------------------------------------------- Anea didn't know how long she had been alone, in the soundless void. She had tried to imagine being somewhere else, feeling the sun on her face while lying on a grassy knoll. But the fantasy had been faded and the darkness kept intruding, fragmenting and dissolving the daydream. There was no time here, no night or day to tell her how long she had been there. Her life in the Amazonian navy seemed like it had happened to someone else, leaving her unsure of what kind of a person the woman behind the uniform was. Something began to change, the darkness began to take form and give way to light. Anea still couldn't keep track of time so she couldn't tell how much time passed before she was confronted with the apparent source of the light. 'A slave? Why the hell would I think of that now?' she wondered. A second look belied her identification, the man before her wore the gray clothes of one but his eyes were too lucid for him to be a slave. There was intelligence and willpower behind that gaze. "Who are you?" she asked, immediately realizing it was rather stupid to ask a figment of one's own imagination that. He answered anyway. "Me? I'm your master. Nice to finally meet you Anea." The woman ogled the man incredulously. "Are you insane! I'm an Amazonan, we don't bow..." As she talked the light dimmed again and the man who called himself master began to fade away. She could feel the void pressing down on her, smothering her in absolute nothingness. Her already shaky grip on her professionalism collapsed. "No, wait. Come back. Please?" To her relief he did and he brought the light with him. Her nipples buzzed in excitement that he wouldn't be leaving her. 'Wait a sec, buzzing nipples?' Anea reflexively tried to look down to see what was going on, momentarily forgetting she couldn't move a muscle. But her nubs were definitely being stimulated, underscoring the man's aborted exit. "Are you doing that?" the Amazonan blurted out. "Doing what?" was the innocent response. But Anea wasn't willing to play along. "How do you know my name?" "I know everything about my girls, including their name." Anea wanted to tell him she wasn't his girl but the danger that he would really leave held her back so once again she cast her mind out to find another subject. "Can you get me out of here?" The man tilted his head a little in wonder. "But why would you want out of your suit? Doesn't my gift make you feel good?" The mentioning of a suit sparked a memory. The sight of the silvery substance oozing over her, conforming to her body as it covered her from head to toe. But before Anea could say anything more she mentally gasped as something flexed in her pussy and anus. At the same time something began to gently vibrate against her clit, fixing her attention firmly on her body. The distinction between her mind and body had become a little blurry before the guy had visited her but it was crystal clear now. Her mind was being visited by somebody who called himself her master and said he had been responsible for her current situation. Her body was gently being played with by something that covered her from head to toe. She wished she could groan as the things invading her orifices began to inflate a little more, slowly stretching her pussy and asshole till she felt stuffed. When they stopped with thickening the two rods began to vibrate, adding to her arousal. Her body tried uselessly to move in an attempt to express the pleasure it was experiencing, that she was experiencing. But she couldn't do anything. She could only sit there, completely motionless, and simply let it wash over her, straight into her mind. Her universe had been vast and empty, now it was small and filled with the pleasure her body was experiencing. Anea was dimly aware of master, no the guy, in her mind. But that was everything she could do as the pleasure built up, pushing her to orgasm. Once again time lost meaning. There was only pleasure and the climax she was building to, a pinnacle that seemed to move as well just so it could stay out of her reach. Anea wished she could move, grind her clit against something or let her fingers help the vibrators. The suit, however, kept her in place. "Please," she asked to no one in particular. "Please what?" a voice asked. Sensing the source of that voice could get her release Anea mustered her thoughts, enough at least to comprehend what was being said to her and respond. "Please, I need to cum. I need it so bad." "Of course you do, but I only help my girls to cum." The man explained reasonably. It was so hard to think through the thick pleasure sloshing in her mind. She had to parse every sentence and it took even more time to formulate a response. But at least her goal was clear, she had to cum. "Can I be your girl?" "I don't know," was his response. "Becoming my girl means surrendering yourself to me, trusting me. Acknowledging your complete devotion and love for me. Can you?" Something began to trouble Anea even as her mind was frothing with pleasure. Far too slowly for the captain's taste her training came back, the training that was supposed to let her resist this kind of mental intrusions. She hoisted her mind out of the sea of bliss that was drowning her thoughts and clambered onto those reflexive mental barriers as if it were a raft. She had barely let out a mental sigh of relief when with a lurch she suddenly found herself somewhere else. She was indeed on a raft, a rickety one made of a few skinny logs latched together with little care. But what made the entire thing absurd was the fact that the raft was floating in a pool behind a nondescript mansion. The sun was hanging in a clear blue sky. Between the mansion and the pool were three pool chairs, two of them occupied by naked women who were looking at her while furiously masturbating. It took Anea a second to recognize them as both women had an odd metallic shine to their skin. Yngrid's blond hair was plastered to her gleaming skin as her hands explored her pussy and asshole. Anea could see everything because her legs were planted as far apart as Yngrid could manage. Nari was in a similar pose, but one of her hands was squeezing her right tit while she tried to stuff four fingers in her twat. The sight stunned her but it wasn't the only reason she stayed on the raft. That other reason was that the water had a definite silvery sheen to it and the man who called himself master was lounging in it. He was leaning against the wall. She looked down into the 'water' again but her eyes shot back up when she realized that he wasn't wearing anything. She wasn't wearing anything either but she refused to show any discomfort in front of her captor. "Who the hell are you?" the intelligence officer demanded again now that her mind had remembered her duty. "What the hell did you do with them?" and pointed at her subordinates. Their pleasure-filled groans were now reaching her, but it only made her more anxious. "I am the whirlwind," he retorted with a smirk. Anea just blinked at the answer and with an eye roll the guy began to explain. "This whole place is a metaphor so I am just playing by the rules of the setting. Take your raft for example." Captain Anea eyed her craft warily, "what about it?" "It represents the training that kept you from saying yes, it's those pesky mental reflexes that are supposed to help you keep Amazonan secrets from falling into enemy hands. Of course that's just the logs, the rope is your own determination and the reason you're not on the third chair," he finished. "You mean..." and Anea cut herself off. Hoping that if she didn't say it, it wouldn't be true. The man wasn't going to let her keep her illusions though. "They're my girls now and enjoying the rewards that come with that. They are here to welcome you into the fold once you join them." 'Once, not if,' a dispassionate part of her mind noted. "And what does the water represent," she asked. 'The longer I stall him the more time I have to think this through. There has to be an out, some sort of exit.' The man cupped his hand and lifted it up so he could pour some of the liquid back into the pool. Sunlight played through it making it sparkle as bubbles formed where the small stream hit the water. "That ocean of pleasure you were drowning in just before you got here. You didn't think that had just vanished into thin air, did you? It's still there, wracking through your body. Setting it aflame with the need for release." Anea shivered as the words conjured up those recent memories, but before she could get lost in them the noise of rope snapping pulled her mind back to the present. She watched horrified as one of the logs drifted away from her raft, slowly sinking as the silvery water dissolved it into a mass of tinkling bubbles. "I could come over there and pull you in but I think you would enjoy it more if you sank into it slowly. If you surrendered yourself inch by inch." Panic barely restrained by a determination not to give up rose within her. She eyed the pool, mentally calculating which side was the closest although that wasn't too difficult to figure out. The pool was a simple rectangle and she was practically in the middle of it but a bit closer to the side directly opposite of the wall master was leaning against. Anea's mind froze for a moment when she realized she had thought of the guy as master. 'Right, no time to waste then.' She had no idea what would happen if she came into contact with the water but just waiting there wouldn't prevent it, merely delay it so she plunged her right arm into it and began paddling to shore. It wasn't until her arm was submerged up to the elbow that the sensation hit her. A warm caress that enveloped both her lower arm and her mind eliciting a groan from the captain. More drops of water landed on her legs and she unwittingly parted them a little even as another log began to dissolve. With each stroke of her arm she got a little closer to safety while her raft got smaller and smaller. The droplets that landed on her began to link together to cover more and more of her skin. But Anea ignored it; too drunk on the delicious pleasure coating her body to doubt she would reach safety. With a final lunge she threw herself forward as the last two logs fell apart beneath her. She managed to keep her head above water and her hands hit the pool deck which she used to pull upper body above the silvery liquid. But instead of pulling herself up and out of the water she rested her head sideways on the pool deck and helplessly mewled as the water plucked and nibbled on her hungry pussy. Anea's voice joined Nari's and Yngrid's in their lust-filled chorus as her eyes drank in the sight of the two Amazonans pleasuring themselves. Their skin had become even more metallic, slowly attaining the same beautiful silver that was now covering most of Anea's own body. She didn't react to the sound of the guy swimming towards her, but that changed when his hands gripped her hips and pulled her into his naked flesh. She threw her head and to the side so she could rub it against him and offer her neck to his lips all the while keeping her eyes trained on her fellow Amazonans. But it wasn't enough for her so she tried to lift herself up high enough that she could impale herself on his erection. After two failed attempts she finally succeeded only to be stopped just as she lowered herself. A pitiful whine escaped her as she couldn't muster the mental coherence necessary to form words. Sentences were simply an alien concept to her now, there was only the reality of the liquid silver painting her body and melting her mind until it dripped down her legs to pool at her feet. The only thing that was solid in her reality was Master. He stopped planting kisses on her exposed neck and whispered hotly into her ear. "I told you I only help my girls to cum. What did I tell you about my girls?" At first Anea ignored him and just tried to push down, but he was strong and she had little leverage in her current position. Somehow she managed to calm enough to think about his words, to dredge her memories for the clues she needed for her release. 'His girls, something about surrendering.' Her need-fogged mind locked on to that last word, surrender. 'So I need to surrender to cum,' she concluded unconcerned that you surrendered something to someone. 'It can't be more important than what I need right now!' Instead she jumped to the important question of how to surrender, something that became all the more important when Master began to teasingly plunge a single digit into her overheated sex. The surface of the silvery water was now an ever-changing map of hills and valleys, reflecting the sun's rays in a completely random pattern. It was this light that drew Anea's attention away from the spectacle on the pool chairs and suddenly it clicked. 'He said I had surrendered once I sank, but I didn't. I kept my face above water and it still isn't completely covered.' Some droplets had fallen on her face and covered small parts of it but most wasn't and she knew exactly which parts weren't. Because those parts only felt the cold, empty warmth of the sun rather than the scorching pleasure of the silvery liquid hugging so much of her. Without further thought or ceremony she let herself fall forward into the pool. The small drop seemed to take ages, enough time to realize that she hadn't escaped after all. That she had failed her duty as an officer and that she was about to surrender her very being to someone she was taught to revile and hate. Enough time to recognize she didn't care about it anymore. To find that it was not regret coursing through her conscience, but anticipation. Her head broke through the surface and her body followed until she was floating facedown in the water. Her eyes rolled up as the silvery liquid poured over her, into her. Then He plunged into her without warning and she came, every muscle going taut as Anea tried to draw in air and instead swallowed the liquid silver. But instead of spluttering or coughing another orgasm hit her as she felt the fluid traveling down her throat, filling her lungs with delight and banishing the frantic need that had comprised her reality only a few moments ago. Her body relaxed and she floated there, her mind completely focussed on the bliss suffusing her. She held her breath, not to stop from drowning but to keep this delectation going for as long as she could. And then she exhaled, spilling out her old wants and needs. Letting go of her fear and hate until Anea sunk to the bottom of the pool while she kept floating close to the surface. A thought fleeted through her mind, wondering who she was now but the bliss was too important to let herself be distracted like that. Strangely enough she didn't feel any anger or disappointment when Master lifted her back up out of the water. She knew that bliss hadn't left her, it was coating her body even now. And when he lifted her up until his dick almost slipped out of her she still didn't lose that contentedness. But it did add a need to it, one that only grew when he thrust back into her. She happily cooed as He ploughed into her. Anea looked down her body to where they met, marveling at the silver perfection that she now was. Smooth, yielding and completely His. ------------------------------------------------- It had taken less than a minute for Anari to grow bored just watching Draeck sit there. So she had turned to the pods to examine her fellow captives starting with the blond one. But there was little more to see so she had moved to a different pod to compare them. The one she was now looking at had black hair but apart from that was eerily similar to the blond-haired statue. Oh, there were some differences in the build but the spotless metal covering them smoothed those over. Anari was just about to turn away when the silver rippled. The metal encasing the woman seemed to tighten around her, or maybe the covering simply became thinner. Whatever was happening, the result was that the captive's appearance became more individualistic. The nose actually became visible as the featureless oval turned into a mask with clearly visible cheeks and forehead. There was still no indication of lips or eyelids but the difference was marked. Lower down the breasts jutted forward and stiff nipples rose up from them. A simple circle engraved around the nubs represented the aureoles. Any further inspection was cut short by the hiss of the stationpod unsealing. Anari backed away a little as the canopy rose and swung up. She moved even further away when the pod's occupant rose up and stepped out of the pod in one fluid motion. A move made all the more spooky by the fact that her eyes were still covered. She could now see what was below the silvery woman's waste. Between her legs was a simple slit engraved where her pussy was and on her feet the individual toes were visible, giving an indication of how thin the covering was. Anari followed the silver woman as she purposefully moved to where Draeck was now standing, she noted that the other two had left their pods and were approaching the man as well. They were still roughly two steps away from Draeck when their masks melted away and the faces beneath them were horrifying. Eyes filled with joy and blissed-out smiles that made Anari want to puke. 'So he's got three more toys now, huh?' The three women encircled Draeck and proceeded to rub themselves against him, thanking him for taking away their free will. And then one of them looked over at Anari. "Master, why haven't you given her a new suit?" "Because I like to give each and every one of my girls something special. So your new suit is just for the three of you, Anari here has something else." "Yeah, my free will you sick pervert," Anari shot back. "But why don't I leave you alone so you can play with your dolls!" And with those words she bolted out of the room. 'I can't take this, I just can't.' Those were Anari's thoughts as she left command. 'Seeing Amazonan after Amazonan fall. And they are all so damn happy about it, ecstatic that they're property.' A shudder went through her even as she squashed the first stirrings of jealousy. She climbed the ladder now the next, upper deck. 'And how long until I crack? Or, more likely, until Draeck looses interest and makes me like the rest? Turn me into a happy, little fuck toy. Someone that follows him around with one hand diddling her slit and another stroking her collar.' She barely stopped her hand from touching said collar. But she couldn't stop the thrill she got at the image.