Part 28: Pulled by a Single Thread

The scornful start to Amare's speech had made Jane's body demand she retreat again, especially as the Councilwoman's gaze lingered on her. The former officer couldn't endure more guilt or the reminder of her failure. But Amare continued to speak in far softer tones, coaxing something within the defeated soldier. "Yes, your crew might be more skilled than you, but they're not fools. They follow you for a reason. There is an unstoppable strength within you, a desire to help no matter the cost." The angelic woman stood so proud, that Jane almost forgot about the monoglove imprisoning her arms. "I saw it at the signing of the Alcyne treaty. And I see it within you still. Despite the odds, I know you can free me."

Her inspiring speech was met by a mocking chuckle from Fisk. "You must have got your brains scrambled by all the fucking. I wasn't even at that treaty signing." He moved the mike away from his captive, and began bragging about his ability to enslave anyone for a price.

Jane slowly breathed in and kept her eyes downcast as she turned to Tok. Amare's belief in her abilities had caused something to tug within Jane. Her resolve was still frail, but it'd take her into one final foray. "I am glad you have such intense plans for me," she said to the brute, keeping her tone submissive, "but will you be able to perform? I understand Bre left you with quite an injury." She dangled her finger in a suggestively limp manner.

The monstrous alien bellowed with rage as he slapped his tentacles firmly onto the floor. He yanked his two-ton bulk towards Jane like a building-sized battering ram.

At the last instant Jane tumbled out of the way but carefully placed the chain of her handcuffs between the table's edge and one of Tok's massive shell ridges. With a trembling crunch the chain was snipped. Well-trained, Jane landed in a graceful pounce despite her shackled ankles.

The slavers' were already moving to secure their unruly merchandise, but as Tok shook the crumpled table from his shell, he roared, "back off, I'll deal with her myself." Everyone wisely gave the mad ox space as he lunged at Jane again.

This time the skilled officer dodged by grabbing a nearby lightpost. Utilizing some dance-**** training she spun around the pole and kicked Tok with both feet, managing to get her toes into one of his shell's eye-slits. While the monstrous alien grunted with enraged pain, she sprung off his armor to continue her circle until she was inverted and gripping the pole with her knees. Clearly infuriated by her elusive nature, Tok rammed into the pole, but Jane nibbly dove away from her perch.

She broke her fall by knocking over a post in a velvet rope barrier. The furious alien turned to charge at her again, and Jane acted fast. She snapped the rope off of the post and secured the base against her shoulder like the butt of a rifle. With her ankles still cuffed together, Jane squatted low putting one knee on the floor to widen her stance.

Tok laughed. "You've been slurping too much cum, softskin. Do you realize that that thing you're holding can't actually shoot?"

Obviously it wasn't a laser rifle. Jane knew that. But past all of her **** training her skills as a soldier remained, including her skills with a bayonet. And when Tok approached, she jabbed the jagged tip into one of his eye slits. Dexterously, Jane continued her combo by slamming the base of her commandeered post into a flailing tentacle, grinding Tok's limb into his own shell.

The far larger alien howled with mindless wrath brought on by his own arrogance. His appendages reached for Jane but only grabbed her discarded weapon as she silkily climbed up his bulk. Perched atop him like he was a bucking bull, Jane surveyed her options. Fisk's soldiers were eyeing her with contempt. The brutish alien's insistence to handle her himself had bought her time, but eventually the full might of all the criminals present would be brought down on her. And there'd be no flip to dodge that kind of power.

She'd have to get to an escape craft quickly, or else find some other way of evening the odds. Of course, she still had to avoid Tok's tentacles in the moment. Fortunately her enslavers had given her extensive knowledge on alien genitals. She tenderly skittered her fingers across a particular horn on Tok's back, causing pleasurable sensations to dance into the robust nervous system within. The formidable alien let out a soft groan of surprise and pleasure, and his crushing tentacles spasmed mid swing.

Jane risked a glance to Amare who was watching the fight with a subtle glimmer of pride. The officer knew that if she made a move on her now, then Fisk's men would be on her in seconds, but maybe Jane could grab some sort of stun grenade from their armory to buy her some time. Obviously, she'd have to find the armory first. Nimbly, the dancing woman ducked low to avoid another flailing strike from Tok then flipped into a handstand. She sprang off of his shell to hook her anklecuffs onto a light fixture. Still inverted, Jane dangled for only a second before swinging herself up and grabbing a cross beam with her thighs. Her eyes darted about as she shimmied along the underside of the thick shaft. The hall's exits were too heavily guarded to risk, but she spotted a rusted vent cover.

Jane reached one of the room's long decorative silk sashes just as Tok positioned himself below her. Like a viper, she wrapped herself around the soft curtain. Predictably, the fabric started to tear under her weight, and Jane was able to sail through the air, slapping into a dancing **** girl to stop her fall.

Neither of them were hurt by the impact, so Jane wasted no time and began fingering the startled **** with one hand while pleasuring herself with the other. Despite having no idea what was going on the slender, red-skinned alien beauty responded carnally to the lesbian touch. She leaned eagerly into Jane, trilling with joy, and produced a fair amount of lube from the officer's efforts.

Tok was advancing again, scraping his shell across the floor. "He wants to fuck you," whispered Jane into the sex ****'s ear. In response her whole body practically vibrated with delight, and she squealed in anticipation as Jane shoved her towards the encroaching tentacle monster. The officer herself used the distraction to scamper away.

Since her ankles were still cuffed and she didn't want to smear her carefully earned pussy juices, Jane crawled, moving on her elbows and knees. Halfway to the rusted vent, the nude soldier actually moved one hand between her legs to coax a little more lady-lube onto her fingers. It was an awkward stance, but Jane had gotten plenty of experience crawling over the last few days and was able to easily prance onward.

Driven by the scraping sound of Tok's charge, Jane continued to move quickly when she reached the vent. She rubbed her lube soaked fingers against the rusted joints and latches. Fragrantly oiled, the mechanisms relaxed enough for Jane to yank the hatch open. The narrow vent would have been far too cramped for Jane to consider entering back when she was a soldier, but as a **** she'd spent many a night in cages with less space. Nimbly, she wriggled into the vent just as Tok slammed into the wall behind her.

Jane crawled like a worm through the narrow passage. Behind her, she heard Tok continue to demand that he be the one to "bring that bitch to her place." That meant she still had time, but she really wished she had a plan as well. She wiggled onward

Kicking open the next vent cover she came to, dropped the nude woman into a storage chamber. Jane's eyes darted about the room in search of something that would blast lasers or throw plasma, but she begrudgingly had to settle for a comm terminal. Skillfully, the still-fettered **** cartwheeled over to the holographic interface. It prompted her for a password, and her fingers were typing even before she remembered sneaking a peek of Lilith's password. Apparently, she'd done a good job burning that nugget of information into her head.

The holo-terminal appeared to be linked to numerous docking systems. Hurriedly Jane skimmed the arrival logs for anything she could use. A mech would be great; a long range shuttle would do, but it'd have to be simple enough that Amare could pilot it on her own.

A heavy slam against the door resounded throughout the room. Apparently in his rage, Tok had bothered to check if the door was unlocked. It mattered little as the second brutish blow to the door crinkled it open. Slimy alien blood dribbled from fractures in Tok's shell as he pulled himself through the warped metal, blasting brash comments in his gutter language. Three of his eyes fixated on Jane. She kept scrolling, hoping for a clue to her next plan before she had to turn her attention back to the trudging turtle-oid.

But he charged towards her faster than she'd expected, Jane only had a second to react. She instinctively reached for a discarded bit of pipe and swung it into position like a spear. Tok slid into the extended weapon, impaling his own eye in his bullish haste. With a sickening sound, the jagged tube of metal sunk deep into Tok's body, and the powerful tentacles fell limp.

A block of regret coalesced within Jane's gut. She didn't value the monster's life, but his **** would bring the wrath of every crime lord here down upon her. Maybe she could use the door as a **** point... Maybe she could leap back into the vents that would buy her at least a minute to think of something. Panic surged within her.

Yet so did adrenaline. Time slowed as doubt was banished by necessity. The desperation of her situation had brought a clarity to her mind. There was only one course before her. She worked fast, accessing the comm relay in seconds. And tapped out a narrow band distress signal in only a few more, matching it to her old command frequency. A nearly impossible to find needle-in-a-haystack, but the crew would find it nonetheless. No matter what, no matter how impossible the mission, they'd always succeeded; they'd always done their duty, and today would be no different. Bre, Slipshot, Pendergast, she didn't deserve them, but they'd come through for her one last time. It might take days, or perhaps weeks, but they'd follow her weak plea and find this base or at least traces of it. The brave men and women of her crew would trace the single thread of evidence until they rescued Amare.

Blank compliance filled Jane's thoughts as the enraged gangsters stormed into her room and manhandled her back to the dining hall as roughly as they could. Jane accepted her fate, reminding herself that whatever happened next, she'd won; Amare would be safe. Her sadistic captors bickered about how best to make her suffer. Electrified dildos were suggested, but others wanted her decorated with whip welts before she writhed atop the agony rods. "I suppose you'll want me to fetch orgasm blockers," Lilith cooed to Fisk, "so she won't feel any pleasure."

Jane controlled her breathing, despite the fear rising within her. Numerous appendages attempted to restrain her in contradicting ways, contorting her limp limbs. Somehow Tok's sniveling assistant got ahold of her. He slammed her face against the dining room's wall.

"Do you hear that storm?" he asked in a slobbering voice. "Ionizing weather makes for a handy smuggler's hold. Sensors don't work so good." He licked her cheek, leaving a smear of venomous saliva that felt like nails scraping down her skin. "The atmosphere's particularly riled up today. We're going to leave you out there to recover between **** sessions. Struggling to breath against the battering winds, freezing half to ****, bombarded by micro lightning strikes, and it'll feel like heaven compared to what we do to you." He liked her cheek again, and Jane winced as his painful saliva stung the corner of her mouth. "I can't wait to taste your twat," the sadistic alien taunted.

As Jane was yanked to the center of the large room, she kept her mind focused on the storm to distract herself. It was getting closer. She could hear its ominous rumblings even away from the wall. Her tormentors restrained her inverted to a large X, exposing her loins for whatever **** they had agreed on. The helpless commander heard tornados split off from the approaching gale. Four to be exact, she didn't know how she knew, but something told her there were four. They roared and stuttered, cyclically slamming debris against the ground as they advanced ever closer, menacing, rhythmic, familiar... like the engines of a ship.

No, not a ship, they were thundering hooves.