Boarding Action

“Such impudence! Slap him for seeking his own pleasure, and make him worship you!”

Dc 30

Roll: 41+6=47

Success!

Corruption+1

Bertha’s corruption 7

*SLAP*

I pulled his face away from my pussy, and delivered a stinging strike to his face. The poor man was shocked, but I think I'd made my point. I forced his face back into my crotch and rode his face until we were both dizzy.

“69 him! Get that cock I’m your mouth!” A lusty voice demanded.

How could I resist?

Corruption +1

Bertha’s corruption: 8

“Lay back!” I shoved him onto the bed, and mounted his face, letting my muscular ass set on him, while I dripped into his mouth.

I leaned forward, tugged his pants down, a revealed for myself a very well groomed dick. I licked my lips, and allowed myself to drool over the noble prick.

The I gripped his thighs and lowered myself onto the morsel. I opened my mouth wide and took as much as I could before I gagged. Sisters of Battle don’t give much head, so I wasn’t well practiced in this art. Lord Summergale however was a very good pussy licker. Which was the more important of the two jobs. I satisfied myself with swallowing and licking at his dick, while allowing myself to become overwhelmed with the pleasure he was giving me.

I soaked it all in, my body thrumming as I approached my climax. Oh yes, the governor was earning his station.

“You should invite Dionaea to join you!”

Dc100

Roll: 57+8=65

Failure!

Wow, what a mood killer.

——-

I watched through the windows of the bridge bored out of my mind as the ship harvested a cluster of asteroids for a few valuable minerals. I was clad in my power armor, a commander ready for a fight.

As I had been for three days.

"Brugmansia?"

"No word from the station yet." She said, not even bothering to look up from her data slate.

Three days! What were taking the pirates so long?

"We should be thankful." Wisteria said, pinching the armpit of her uniform, which was damp with sweat. She fanned her uniform a bit hoping to get some cool air onto the large elderly melons she carried on her chest. Much of the command deck shared her sentiments, that I was keeping things too warm on the bridge. Weaklings. "These asteroids have been quite the boon, especially if we'll need to make repairs after the battle."

"We're conquerors not miners Wisteria." I said bordley. I glanced over at Burgmansia's bald scalp and watched a runaway drip of sweat race down the back of her head.

"A rogue trader can be many things, once we're in the vortex I'm sure you'll have no shortage of battle. We should be thankful for the quiet moments the emperor allows us."

"Lord Captain!" Brugmansia suddenly snaps to attention and looks to me, her eyes dark.

I stand up, excitement filling my veins. "Go."

"Word from the choir. The station's under attack."

I grinned at Wisteria. "Radiant Emperor, thank you for putting an end to our idle ways." I turned to the crew. "Get those minerals on board, and prepare for a warp jump!"

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Oh it was better than I could have hoped.

They were docked with the station.

“Disable the engines.” I declared, jumping up to my feet. “We’re taking that ship!”

“Praise the emperor!” Dionaea cheered, already following me to the lift.

“Wisteria the bridge is yours, get my retinue and a team of enforcers on a boarding craft immediately.”

“yes Lord Captain!” Wisteria’s eyes shimmered. Pride overflowing from her.

That felt good.

“Maybe mommy will reward us when we get back!”

What?

The lift stopped short of a crash landing in the hangar bay. It disgorged me and my bodyguard and up ahead my boarding craft was ready for me. Other crafts were already taking off, robbing me of my glory! Many eager sisters we ready to put the pirates to the torch.

Before the craft were five enforcers wherein the white and silver armor of my dynasty. Cicada-24 the engineer primus, and Sister Magnolia my confessor stood ready.

“Where’s the lady navigator?” I asked as I came to them.

“The Navigator Unit is installing her armor hardware… Estimating installation completion in 6 minutes 34 second.” Cicada announced behind the still face of her silver mask. A single green eye peered at me from behind a slit, beautiful.

“We’re not waiting.” I said brushing past them and entering the shuttle. “With me!”

The troops and officers piled into the tight shuttle. It lifted into the air with a roar of the engines and took off.

“Bless me sister.” I kneeled before Sister Magnolia. “I pray that I honor my mother this day.”

“She watches over you at the Emperor’s side.” Magnolia boomed. She was one of the old guards like Wisteria and Solan. She served as my mother’s companion in many wars against the enemy. She knew my every thought and fear.

“Not every thought.”

“We can’t trust her.”

“She’ll die on this mission. Thanks to your zeal.”

“Together they will guide your aim in battle.” She touched her holy Aquila to my shoulders and I felt the ease of faith was over me.

“The Emperor protects.”

The shuttle rattled as we made our approach. The pirates had a small vessel, compared to the garden. It was a Cobra Class Destroyer, the smallest warp capable craft in the navy. It could have easily out run us in a chase, so chasing it into a nebula would have been a painful mistake. Now smoke was pouring from its engine and I knew it wasn’t going anywhere.

Its pair of small cannons shot impotent volleys into the void at our shuttles, but were easily avoided. The real damage their ship presented were the torpedo tubes at the front of the vessel, blessedly pointed away from my ship and at the station.

I just had to pray they didn’t have suicidal tendencies. Firing a torpedo directly into the stations dock could severely damage both my prizes.

The shuttle attached to the outer hull of the ship like an insect. A seal was created between the two vehicles and a hot beam of melta was discharged into the enemy. The outer hull was turned to slag, the shuttle punched a hole through the ship, then opened up a hole through which we could charge.

We entered the ship. Dionaea shoved past me in a strange dual-desire to steal my glory and protect me. We each scanned the hallways, bolters read, but no foe was waiting for us.

“Nothing worse than coming out right into a nest.” Magnolia said. She wasn’t wearing a helmet which worried me considering the thoughts I’d had earlier.

“I can hear the bolter’s song on other decks.” I said. They were distant, but the thrum of the holy tool was unmistakable.

“We should join them!” Dionaea grinned.

“Cicada.” I turned to my tech priest. Her usually robed form was revealed to me now. A lithe body coated in metal plating, four arms lifted a heavy axe embellished with the symbol of the omnisiah. She’d replaced her legs as well, preferring a set of powerful avian looking talons. “Can you guide us up to the bridge?”

“Affirmative. Calculating route… in thirty feet turn left!” We had our orders!

I took the lead charging around the corner, before I could react a drizzling of gun fire rattled me. There was a trio of pirates just around the bend who heard me coming. I was stunned by the force from the shots when Dionaea came behind me and fired three quick shots over my shoulder obliterating all three. "Stay behind me!" She demanded pushing forward.

"You're too important to be leading the charge." Magnolia agreed.

"I'm not a child." I growled.

"This statement is true." Cicada affirmed, resting a hand on my should. "However the confessor unit's statement about the captain unit's value is also true." She gestured down the hall. "The lift has been disabled. Rerouting to stairs."

We continued down the hall, when Dionaea suddenly leapt back behind a wall. A moment later three bolter rounds few into the hallway, and exploded. "We're sisters!" She called back angrily. "The Rouge Trader's with us dammit."

"Sorry!" A voice called from down the hall.

"Secure the level we're going up." Dionaea peaked around the corner to make sure my forces there wouldn't shoot. When she was satisfied she nodded to us, and continued.

"Six stories up." Cicada chimed as we started our vertical assent.

"It didn't look that big from the outside. "

".3 Kilometers tall." She said, easily ascending up the stairs faster than any of us. "Ship compliment 15,000 crew members."

"Looks like you'll be busy confessor." Dionaea quipped.

"Then I shall run towards my duty!"

We climbed to the bridge level of the ship. The doors there were barred, and would not give way to us. We climbed over the smoking corpses of the guards who'd been left outside. Bolters do awful things to a body.

"Allow me." Cicada scurried up to the wall. "Laymen should not try communion with an unfamiliar machine spirit." She began working her holy craft with the control console for the machine. Cables emerged from her body which she inserted into ports. "The Machine spirit seems determined to protect it's captain unit." She said, grunting with effort now.

"I'm it's commander now." I said sternly.

"Without control of the helm, this statement is false." Cicada said.

"Fine." Dionaea reached into her pack. "Tell the spirit it won't have a door left to manage." She pulled out a melta bomb.

Cicada paused. "It finds your line of argument persuasive." With that the door opened up in a large whoosh.

Immediately gunfire answered us, and we all scattered out of the doorway to save ourselves. Our power armor was a mighty and blessed aegis against the perils of the universe, but it wasn't invincible.

"This is rogue trader Bertha Prunus Cerasus, I operate under a warrant of trade signed by the high lords of Terra. Any ship, planet or station I find in the roaring vortex is mine by right." More gunfire swept through the opening. "I find you all guilty for the crime of piracy, which carries a sentence of death in my domain." More guns. "However, I wish to add this ship to my dynasty." A grenade flew into the hallway, but Dionaea swiftly kicked it back inside the room, I waited for the boom. "As such I will offer clemency to everyone in that room, if instead of a grenade, you toss us your captains head."

Magnolia looked at me curiously.

I shrugged. "Worth a try." I mouthed.

Inside the room there was yelling, screaming, a series of gunshots, and wouldn't you know it? The next moment a head came rolling into the hallway.

"We good?" I called into the room.

"Uh... yeah. We think."

"Okay, drop your weapons." I called.

"No way. I know how you imperium types are. You'll just execute us if we surrender."

"Fair enough. But we're coming in, and we're going to kill everyone in there with a gun. Food for thought." With that me, and the rest of retinue moved in.

"Oh shit!" One of the pirates choked, and threw his gun to the ground, a few others followed suit.

"Wait wait wait!" A woman with a shot gun, said backing up. Dionaea blew her to bits.

After that the guns rained down.

"That was all so civil." I said with a smile, hidden under my helm. "I'm proud of all of you, it means we might be able to have a society out here after all." I strolled towards the ships throne, eager to take my place. I couldn't deny I was disappointed with the resistance put up by these pirates. Though I was proud I managed to turn the captains men against him, I was hoping for a sword fight!

"What now?" One of the pirates, plucked up the nerve to question me.

"Well at the moment my pirate crew, and my enforcers are killing each other, can't have that. Have your voxmaster send out an order of surrender."

"You killed him." A woman said bitterly.

"The stated problem is irrelevant." Cicada assured me. She approached the dead body of the ships voxmaster. "Also incorrect. This unit's wounds are clearly a product of a grenade, which you lobbed." More cables emerged from her body, and they plugged into the body of the dead man, or at least his equipment. There was static and a screeching sounds. "Attention all pirates, your bridge has been seized, your captain is dead, you are now under the command of Rogue Trader Bertha Prunus Cerasus of The Righteous Garden. Lay down your weapons, and begin to repent. Salvation has come to you at last."

"Nice touch." I smirked, relaxing in the throne.

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It took about six hours for a complete surrender of the ship. The pirate forces had started to loot the station when we arrived, so there were many teams out there that my enforcers had to deal with, not to mention the predicted riots on the station. Lord Summergale had gone cowering into this new office, and had let my enforcers do their job. Not exactly sterling leadership, but at least he didn't get in their way. Solan had rallied the defense, and did everything I expected of her, as always.

Slowly the pockets of resistance surrendered or were crushed.

At least we were keeping ourselves busy while waiting for the arks. Clearing this ship out was going to be a whole new challenge.

I had all the highest ranking officers brought onto the deck, almost two hundred of the villains stood before me, by the end of the day. Me and a dozen sisters with flamers.

"Rejoice sinners." Magnolia spoke for me, she'd been a hospitalar in the order, but she knew how to stir a crowd. I've heard it said that her prayer could bring sisters back to life. "The Emperor has brought his light into your lives and offers you the chance to be made a new. His instrument of reclamation has found you worthy to stand before her, found you worthy to serve in her dynasty. I know even now your base instincts fight against such thought. You hate her for taking your sinful life from you. You don't think you can be made into holy warriors on his crusade, but you are wrong. He has turned baser clay than you into angels, he has worked miracles. I don't see any miracles that need working here. There's nothing to be done aboard this ship that can not be done with your own hands and heart."

By the emperor she was good. I could see her stirring the dead eyes of the battle weary pirates. They were exhausted, and scared, but she was breathing new life into them. All it took were her words. By the end of her speech, which did go on for a while they were nodding along with her, some cheering.

"The crew will look to you to be their example in these coming days. Guide them with faith, and force."

"Since they're being reborn..." A thought came to me. "They should be stripped of their clothing, of their old lives."

DC 40

Roll:41+8=49

Success

Corruption +1

Bertha's Corruption: 9

"Now as your Lord Captain I command you all to strip!" I bellowed as Magnolia reached the end of her speech. She looked back at me in shock, but she'd gotten the crowd so worked up that many started to obey my commands. Shirts came undone, pants dropped, boots were thrown to the side. "Let yourselves be reborn here and now. Lose the sacraments of your old lives, and stand before me now!"

Those who did not strip, got glares from the flamethrower wielding sisters, and figured it was better to lose their shirts than their flesh. Soon the officers were standing in a group, nearly naked, except for their bras and shorts.

"We should take the most handsome one, as a prize."

DC 60

Roll 31+9=40

Failure

"The ship is the prize, stupid." I said to myself, before rising to my feet. "Good good, I like what I see. Shame." I walked amongst their ranks inspecting them like cattle, Dionaea right behind me. A few other sisters took my lead and began walking the crew too, looking for heretical tattoos or scars.

Occasionally there would be a pop and gasp as a heretic was found and destroyed. The pirates shook and quivered under our gaze, rightfully fearing that they would not meet our standard.

“That one.” A voice directed to a woman amongst the ranks of pirates. She has no bra on, but did have a chain dangling from a pierced nipple. “Give that a tug.”

Dc: 50

Roll: 61+9=70

Success!

Corruption +1

Bertha’s corruption: 10!

“This will have to go.” I murmured giving the chain a tug. The woman blushed and moaned as I abused her nipple, in pure ecstasy. She gave me a lusty look and I felt my own sex pulse with desire.

I gasped and let go. I even flinched backwards falling into the crowd as voices started clawing at my mind, to the inside of my very skull. Whispers and shouts and mad chattering so loud I could not hear myself scream, and even as my mind cracked and I fell unconscious I could still hear them!

——-

That’s the end of phase 1!

At ten points of corruption, one of the voices coalesces into a full blown personality. So instead of leaving a comment for this chapter, make a character! Give me a name, description, and what their goal is in corrupting Bertha. Goals can be make making her a dom, sub, cow, and much much more.

This will be a character that lives in Bertha’s head and manipulates her, with their own comments.

I look forward to seeing what you guys come up with.