It turns out Bedevalus can cut through three layers of steel, but...

"As if a mere metal door is going to stop the mighty Bedevalus!" With a roar, the knight raised his sword, summoning dark energy around his body and displaying an aura of hot, licking flames around his feet.

"No way... The Figurehead's blast doors are almost as impregnable as I am prepared to be pregnable! Go ahead and use those big muscles of yours, I'm not letting you out of here, meathead!"

With his teeth bared from exertion, Bedevalus swung his sword in a crescent arc that nearly covered the entire semi-circle from the floor to the door. It cut through the thick layers of space-age metal less like a solid blade and more like a laser sword out of sci-fi. The hole that appeared in the door was too thin to fit his huge body through easily... still, he made the decision to try. After all, for all her bluster, Rebecca was still the willing bondage **** of her own captain's chair...

Wasn't she?

When Bedevalus turned around, he realized the entire table Rebecca was strapped to had tilted forward and come off its base. It was upright like a person for just a moment, before falling to eight arms like a spider and scrabbling across the floor towards him on mechanical hands, the captain still strapped in and spreading her legs in his direction.

Cursing, the knight tried to use his sword to cut a wider hole and escape more quickly. It seemed to be no use: without powering up again, he couldn't tear through it that easily. "Blast! Instead, I'll slow her down!" Bedevalus, halfway through the opening in the door and with his sword still inside the command room, plunged the sword into the floor. As he did so, demonic flames erupted all around the bed. His goal wasn't to hit Rebecca, but the mechanical arms keeping her bed aloft.

"Evasive protocols, F.V.!" The bed sprung into the air, then began hovering there with the arms below acting as a rapid propeller, a single arm extending below like a tendril. "Kyahaha! I never said all of my conquests were willing, Sir Bedevalus! Gimme gimme those little shorts of yours, honey...!"

In a bit more of a panic, Bedevalus began hammering the remaining door pieces with the hand holding his sword. It'd be easy if he was just fitting his ordinary depth through, but he was carrying a certain extra extension below the belt, due to the situation... "Dammit man, get control of yourself...!" Finally, Bedevalus found the right point of attack to knock away one more piece, and the right angle to turn himself backward and finish exiting the hole. That left only a bit of him still in the room, which he'd quickly retract-

Before he could, a mechanical hand extended and grabbed his junk through his shorts.

"Kehehehe!!" Rebecca's drooling could almost be heard, although her high angle prevented her from being seen. "Get him nice and ready for me, F.V.! Initiate male preparation protocol... oh, and acquisition protocol, too, if you would... There's no sense in fighting any more, Bedevalus. There was never any sense from the start! How many blast doors do you think are on this ship? With F.V.'s help, I can lower all of those right now so it'll be just - you - and -me...~" As five arms of the table formed a thick trunk below the table, rooting it to the ground, and one began to roughly jerk the muscular knight's muscle into an even more shamefully erect state, two more extended for Bedevalus menacingly...

"Unhand me, dammit! What kind of a captain are you?!" The knight tried to grab the hand on his member and wrench it off... He found it withdrawing suddenly, however, and while his hands were still wrapped around the steel tube of that arm, the other hands on either side of him closed in on his shorts. They grabbed into the hem, hooked, and jerked them down along with the briefs he was wearing below, leaving his meaty manhood on full display.

"A really hungry, super slutty one~!!" Rebecca called from above. "Thanks for the trophy, Big Boy, but that's not really what I'm after. Come ooon!!" The table started to pull forward, and as it lowered, Rebecca became visible, clinging onto it with her sweaty, lilac-colored hair hanging around her face and her bright eyes flashing at him as her ass wagged in the air behind her. "I'll give you a little lip service first...!" The captain opened her mouth wide and wagged her tongue at him suggestively.

Bedevalus realized... nothing was holding her onto the table anymore. All of the arms of it were being otherwise utilized. With that, he decided to try a gamble... He'd talked up his sword a lot earlier, but the truth was, he had a bunch of legendary swords, each more storied than the last. This was really only his fifth most storied one! As such, he decided to make it a noble sacrifice for his escape. "Goodbye, old friend...!"

The knight hurled his blade through the door, sending it flying straight as an arrow, nearly unaffected by gravity. It severed the mechanical arm holding his manhood and kept moving, tearing through the trunk of arms holding Rebecca aloft and causing the table to fall, dumping the disgraceful captain on her face. "Oof! Aww, siiick! My tongue touched the floor! You got any idea what I've been doing on this floor?!"

Bedevalus didn't know and didn't care. He turned and ran, happy that Rebecca's pause to complain and maybe wash her tongue had bought him some time she wasn't closing any shutter doors. He thought he had a straight shot to the hangar...

He still had a chance to have his duel, captain be damned!