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“Melodia, get us out of here.” The ramp seals shut behind you. It feels good to be back aboard your ship. It will feel even better when it is no longer on this ship. You’re still holding onto one of Alexa’s legs. The nude Asian mumbles something, probably about how she can walk, and how there really is no reason to drag her around on the floor. You ignore her and pull her along to the dungeon.

“Should I take out these fighters while were here?”

“No, but warm up the guns. We’re going to need them.” As nice as it would be to blow up all of the ships that will soon be chasing you, the resulting explosion in the small confines of the hangar would most likely cripple, if not outright destroy, the Breaker.

Entering the dungeon, you pull down a chain with a built in leather cuff from the ceiling. Latching the cuff to Alexa’s ankle, you retract the chain so that your latest prize is suspended from the ceiling. You admire the slender **** as as she slowly spins before you. “I believe I may have mentioned that I was sadistic during our first encounter.” Her eyes go wide and her free leg flails ineffectually as you approach, a predatory smile on your lips. The suspension places her pussy at head height. Your nostrils are assaulted by her scent as you pull apart her lips, revealing moist pink flesh. Two fingers begin stroking her clit and the **** starts to moan.

And then some asshole has to ruin the whole moment by shooting at you.

You are knocked the floor as the whole Breaker shudders. Alexa swings wildly back and forth, screaming as she goes. “Mistress! I need you here!” Melodia **** cry ring through the shipboard comms.

Right. There’s still a pirate ship. “I’ll deal with you later,” you say as you leave the Asian to her distress. Another explosion shakes the ship on your way, slamming you against the bulkhead. Stumbling onto the bridge, you see a scene of panic. Melodia wails as the ship careens through a torrent of weapons fire coming from the Freedom’s End. The constantly shifting g-forces throw her against the “chair’s” restraints. It’s a damn good thing that Melodia is using a non standard evasion pattern (a polite way of saying she’s freaking the fuck out and doesn’t know what she’s doing), otherwise whoever was operating the gunnery stations would have blasted her.

Taking charge of the situation, you give Melodia a quick zap to get her attention. “Take us in close.”

“Closer? Ahhh!” She squeals as a second shock motivates her to obedience.

“The closer we are to their guns the harder time they’ll have aiming.” The Freedom’s End fills the view screen as Melodia. An inexperienced combat pilot would probably vomit at the site. The massive spaceship swirls irregularly as Melodia continues her erratic maneuvers. “Closer.” You command as the leviathan swells in front of you.

“Mistress, shouldn’t I pull up?” She asks as a laser bolt just grazes the hull.

“You pull up now and I will lock you in a chastity belt and throw the key out the airlock.” It’s an empty threat. If you pull up now, the gunners will have a clean shot at you; there would be no opportunity for punishment. Besides, you would never keep a device that prevents sex on your ship. The hull looms before you like an infinite wall, spread out as far as you can see through the limited view port. “Now!” you scream at the last moment.

The Breaker pulls out of it’s apparent **** spiral, zooming across the armored hulk that is the Freedom’s End. The guns still blaze, but where before there was a torrent, there a scarce few that can target you now that you’re this close to their own hull.

“Good work. Hug her hull, don’t let us get more than a few meters away, even if you have to circle it.”

“We can’t just stay here forever.” She’s adorable when she’s panicking. A sheen of sweat highlights her smooth skin. Her breasts, already pushed up by the chest restraints heave up and down in short ragged breaths. “They’ll send those fighters after us.”

“You are correct, but if we fly away now the big guns will tear us apart. We need to find their targeting array. It should be at the front of their ship.” Your hands dance across the controls, filtering through the sensor data. Weapons battery, weapons battery, weapons battery, comms tower, weapons battery- Wait!

“Melodia,” you scream. “Dead stop! Bring us about.”

She immediately brings the ship into a high gravity turn that brings the ship to a stop relative to the Freedom’s End. Normally you would congratulate her on such a well executed maneuver, but you’re too focused on your target.

“Where is it? All I see is… Really Natalia?”

Directly in front of your new heading is Bellextra’s ship. The magnificent bitch has rammed the dread vessel, burying her longship halfway inside so that only the oversized engines and a couple of boarding clamps are visible. She has already blasted all the guns that had a firing angle on this location, probably to keep the pirates from doing what you’re about to do. That was nice of her. You power up the guns and lock on.

“Do we really have time for this?”

“I can’t hear you over the sound of me avenging the Brut0X,” you say as you pull the trigger.

Melodia just rolls her eyes. Hundreds of plasma bolts stream from your cannons as you laugh maniacally. Explosions bloom across the both ships, each one a manifestation of your victory. Letting go of the trigger, you spin in your chair and cheer. “Take that bitch! I gotcha! You’re going to be playing with the pirates while I go and get my super treasure.” You do a victory dance that would make a football star blush in the cockpit.

There is a loud and particularly obnoxious throat clearing from Melodia. You’re about to activate the punishment feature of her chair, both for fun and discipline, when you see what she’s trying to draw attention to. “It’s still there?”

Sure enough, Bellextra’s ship seems apparently undamaged. Around her ships hull, the Freedom’s End is pockmarked with blasts, yet Bellextra’s ship appears undamaged. “But, but, but… How?”

“Well, we already know she has a pretty solid understanding of shield technology,” Melodia chimes in sagely. “My guess is she’s using variable direction model for a much larger ship that is drawing power from unused systems while she’s docked, possibly directly from the Freedom’s End itself. It also only needs to project in one direction while it’s immersed, which would logically increase the **** density. With something like that she could produce a shield rating much higher than is typical for a craft of that size, so long as it’s only using the shields and not other high energy features like the weapons or the engines.”

You look at Bellextra’s ship, and then at Melodia, and then at the ship. “That’s not fair!”

“Yes, it is unsporting of her to take precautions against you stabbing her in the back,” Melodia replies dryly. “Particularly after saving your butt. Twice.”

“That’s different! She was only saving my butt to fuck it. And make sure she got the Explorer, which is really the same thing I’m trying to do here.”

“Uh-huh. Well it’s not going to happen right now, so why don’t we focus on things we can accomplish. Like escaping with our lives.” Without waiting for your command she turns the ship around. Part of you feels like you should be enforcing discipline and respect, but you just aren’t in the mood. You grumble as your retake your seat and resume your search for the main sensor array.