Part 29: Conclusion

The ceiling above Jane shone bright white, then disappeared, its only remnants were sparse flecks of ash that fell like snow. In its place loomed The Pale Horse, massive disintegrator cannons folding away to make room for her scalpel lasers. Fisk immediately began issuing tactical commands which were sound, but even if his soldiers were willing to die for him, there was no time for a counter attack. Simultaneous breaching charges ripped open doors on either side of the long room, allowing fully armored crusaders to enter amid a volley of flashbangs.

The first thing Jane saw as the stars in her vision began to fade was Dr. Ocelot quickly striding towards her. The carnal angel wore her usual outfit of leather strips and buckles augmented with a personal energy shield. "Are you alright?" She asked as she began removing Jane's restraints.

"Yes," Jane responded meekly. Of course she was; Mistress was here, and the gentle grasp to slowly lower her to the ground felt like a hug. Just now it truly dawned on Jane how often the gorgeous woman's training had saved her during the last few days. "How did you find me?"

"The Enshmit entangled atoms guided us near enough. We were preparing for a rigorous sensor sweep before we picked up your distress signal. It was good of you to send it. This place could have eluded us for days."

Jane knelt in a weak heap at Dr. Ocelot's magnificent boots propping herself up on her arms. She stared at the floor trying to make sense of things. "But my collar and earrings were taken."

"Lt. Wynn developed a connection to inject into you. I explained this before I 'sold' you. Perhaps you slept through it."

Jane felt her expression droop. "I'm sorry, Mistress."

"None of that now," the exquisite doctor responded, sympathetically brushing her knuckles along Jane's cheek. "I think your crew needs their commander," she added, helping the officer to her feet.

During officer training, to keep the cadets from getting too arrogant, it'd been made clear that soldier's saluted the uniform, not the person inside. But Jane found it hard to believe that the respectful look in the eyes of the crew, her crew, was meant for the table cloth she'd wrapped around her naked body.

Overhearing one arrest gave her some understanding. "You can tighten them cuffs all you want," mocked one of the slavers Jane hadn't bothered learning the name off, "but that won't change the fact that I fucked your commander's asshole while she begged for more."

"Don't feel bad," soothed Lurg in his monotone voice. The inhumanly muscled alien was being deliberately gentle with his captive. "We had a special party for the commander before she left, and we were all exhausted before she was even sated."

That wasn't quite how Jane remembered it.

Her expression must have betrayed her confusion because Dr. Ocelot reminded her, "I told you I'd do nothing to lessen your crew's respect for you."

Jane was saved from having to make an awkward attempt at a response by two crusaders noisily dragging Tok's corpse past her. "Any idea who took down this freak?" asked one. "We were supposed to keep them alive." Her helmet was on, but it sounded like Tiff.

"That was me," Jane admitted, "I was using him as a distraction and things got out of hand."

Tiff looked at the scantily-clad officer, her clicking optics making Jane feel naked all over again. "Damn, you don't know your own strength, commander."

"Apparently," agreed Dr. Ocelot, the smugness from her earlier comment lingering in her smile.

As she continued to survey her crew's handiwork, Jane felt a blush of her own pride curl ever so slightly over her cheeks. They were efficiently processing criminals from across at least two galactic arms. Even the obsidian-clad goons that had collected her were being handcuffed. They were still fully armored which was a shame because Jane really wanted to see what they're heads looked like under those cod pieces.

There was one person missing however. Jane looked thoroughly through the secured criminals and guarded corrals, but couldn't see Lilith anywhere. She approached her executive officer who was at a temporary command station with Amare. "Penderghast," she greeted, answering his salute with her own. "There was a particularly clever Luxvan named Lilith. Have we secured her?"

"No Commander," he replied apologetically. "No Luxvans."

"Ha," scoffed Fisk, currently being manacled nearby. "So you failed to restrain even a bondage eager bitch?"

"Worry 'bout yourself, darlin'," responded Kay, his escort. She threateningly put a gauntleted hand on Fisk's shoulder.

Though the female crusader looked imposing in her heavy armor, the failed crimelord just laughed. "What you gonna do? cut my dessert rations in half? Federation prisons are a cake walk, and you know it."

As Jane tried to find the right words to support her officer, another matter demanded her attention. Bre approached, her expression making it clear that she had one of her unconventional requests to ask. "Hey boss, I know you don't like us looting, but c'mon." From behind her back, she retrieved an ivory strap-on studded with precious stones. "It looks great on me." She fastened its harness of gold chain over her ragged booty shorts to prove her point (and privately Jane agreed). "And, if you let me keep it, I promise to be nice to Adrien... for like at least a week."

Jane was about to deny the request. She expected a certain amount of discipline, even from Bre, but another idea worked within her. "I'll consider it," she said thoughtfully, then turned to Amare. The Councilwoman had secured a long coat that amplified her regal air. "That special task ****, ma'am, is that offer still available?" she asked, hoping she didn't sound as meek as she felt.

Amare smiled encouragingly. "Certainly."

"Any chance we could start now?"

Amare's smile broadened and a knowing twinkle tickled her eye. "I'll take care of the legalities. You and your crew now have special privileges."

"You can keep that on two conditions," Jane said as she returned her gaze to Bre. "First, you will get along with Adrien for at least a month."

Bre scowled at the extravagant shaft, weighing if it was really worth being respectful to her rival over.

"Second, you'll wear it while helping our dear friend Fisk share his knowledge of the Syndicate and any other slavers."

Bre's mouth curled like a sickle. "Come with me, boibitch." She grabbed Fisk by the scruff of his neck. "We're going to play a game of Talk or Scream."

Jane managed not to show too much glee as the supposed hardass whimpered and wriggled against his cuffs, while frantically trying to back-peddle his earlier remarks. His weak wailing was finally stopped when Bre dragged him into one of the asteroid's machine shops and sealed the door.

Despite herself, Jane felt a smile spread across her lips, but she had one last piece of uncomfortable business to take care of before she could truly relax. "Councilwoman," she said respectfully. "About the gladiator match..." She tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

The older woman smiled knowingly and placed a supportive hand on Jane's arm. "I could see how exhausted you were. That's why I let you win."

Let me win! came the disbelieving scream from the back of Jane's mind. Surprisingly, an indignant little thought echoed throughout her head, demanding a rematch, but the officer smothered it and graciously accepted her superior's forgiveness. "Thank you," she said sincerely.

"My pleasure," was the councilwoman's warm reply. There was something deep and genuine about it, prodding Jane's curiosity. The young officer especially wanted to know how Amare had endured so much with such grace and dignity. But that would be a story for another time because before Jane could ask further, her mentor apologized, "if you'll excuse me. I'd like some time to relax. It's been an exhausting week."

Jane understood and asked Wynn to take Amare to some private quarters.

Jane made her own exit soon after. There was little else she could help her crew with, and Pendergast had everything under control. So with a little prodding from her XO she retired to her private office.

She sat in the dimly lit room, adjusting her improvised clothing and staring woefully at an untouched stack of paperwork. The arrival of her crew had pumped an elation through her veins, but now that she was back in command, Jane missed the clutch of the collar, and she had yet to remove her numerous piercings. Slowly, she shifted around, deliberately causing her makeshift garment to tug on her nipple hoop. She mused again at the display of raw power so efficiently coordinated during her crew's timely arrival.

Like a true submissive, Jane felt her loins ache when she thought about such ****.

Did her pretend slavery really have to end with the mission? Maybe she could hire Dr. Ocelot for some further tasks...

Her thoughts returned to her crew's amazing arrival. They'd done well, very well. She wondered if they still needed her. They'd possibly even worked better without her looking over their shoulder.

Perhaps...

Was that thought even worth considering? She was an officer of the federation with duties and responsibilities.

On the other hand, her true responsibility was protecting the people of the federation no matter what. It was a higher honor even if the individual tasks were degrading. And if those particular tasks were enjoyable, that was just a nice bonus. Lilith was clearly able to guide the slavers despite her submissive role. Couldn't Jane do something similar?

Thinking back to the night before her mission, she remembered her crew completing their tasks first, despite having their commander available to be used. Chuckling to herself, Jane remembered even Bre and Adrien getting along that night. Being the crew's toy would be worth it, just for the chance of getting those two on the same page. Jane's loins moistened as her mind filled with images of the two violating her mouth and ass with strap-ons while berating their "cunt-mander" about laser frequencies or whatever else they argued over.

Yes, that could work. If things got dire her XO would keep discipline, and she'd be stress relief for her crew. Jane would still be the figurehead, somebody for the oversight committee to berate when things went wrong (only now with a vibrator up her ass or suffering some other kinky fun). When it came time to pin a medal on someone, she'd be on stage. And afterward she'd appear naked before her crew with that medal pierced through her nipple so they could properly punish her for taking all the credit. Perhaps there'd even be times she could be lashed to the front of her ship like the literal figurehead of an ancient sailing vessel.

Her hand slithered under her her scavenged attire as desire blossomed within her. Her cunt was wet and eager, yet she played with her nipples first. Jane sensually sucked her lip as she thought about all the ways her body could be an asset to her crew. Obviously, she could pose as a **** or captive again for an undercover mission, or a criminal informant could be rewarded with a no limits conjugal visit. Lt. Wynn had already demonstrated exceptional creativity by adapting the tracking particles for an injection; could she transform Jane into living surveillance equipment or otherwise objectify her.

With a pang of guilt Jane remembered that Wynn's hard work had caused her to miss the degrading farewell party: that didn't feel fair at all. The aroused officer adjusted her makeshift clothing, tearing a few strips away before retying two corners above her shoulder in the manner of the scant **** shift that she'd occasionally worn during her mission.

"Wynn, would you come in here please," she softly spoke into her intercom before settling into a kneeling position with legs spread, and hands crossed behind her back. Her stance caused her sensual **** attire to hang invitingly, covering even less than the skimpy cloth normally would. She glanced down to make sure her cunt piercing was visible dangling below the hem of her degrading garment.

The young officer quickly arrived. Staring at her boots, Jane could easily see that Wynn halted and stood straight up in the way she usually did when encountering the unexpected. As meekly as she could, Jane sensually explained, "I wanted to make sure you were properly rewarded for your initiative."

After a few seconds Wynn finally spoke."D-don't," she said, words quivering. "Don't think this will get you out of doing that paperwork, C-cunt-mander." That was the first time Jane had heard the young officer curse. "Get on your desk. A-ass in the air."