Linda pilots the chair.

The feel of the cool porcelain under my bum and back had become a familiar sensation, as was the encroaching probe that slipped between my folds and entered my sex. I gave a shivered sigh as I felt it pulse. This became my initiation sequence for piloting the sex chair. Although, ‘sex chair’ was not a fully accurate description. I had rechristened it my sexo-suit. Jenny liked the name, Barbierri and Bethan didn’t give their opinions.

“How is the training coming along?” asked Chief Bethan. She had entrusted the furniture detail to LaSalle and Barbieri.

“Alright… I suppose,” I said, shaping the skeleton to the four legged form I had made before. “I was able to recreate LaSalle’s prototype, but it was not a very useful shape… all the appendages are purely for mobility and stability.”

“Well, maybe you could convert it to something like a lifter or exo-skeleton. Something with arms to work with. I’m sure you’ve piloted something like that before,” Bethan suggested.

“I’ve only trained on shuttle crafts, sir. Anything that lifts off the ground I can handle, but this… well, it’s not impossible, but it’ll take more effort.”

I tried to lift the back legs to use as arms while stabilizing with the front two. Bethan placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Not so fast,” she murmured. “Jaquon is still monitoring us. We don’t want to tip him off too soon. This will have to be a trial by fire.”

I nodded and went back to using the sex chair as intended. Our best opportunity for an ambush was when Jaquon came in to retrieve our ‘nectar’ as he referred to it. I had been contributing more than my fair share in my training sessions and the others took turns filling it up as well.

Of course, there was no telling when exactly Jaquon would come pick up his harvest. We waited anxiously by the machine that blinked its full light indicator. I poured the water I was holding over my head, letting out a sigh of relief as the cool water blended with the sweat drops on my skin. I had worked myself dry and relished in the hydration.

Jenny and Barbieri stationed themselves at the table. Jenny idly popped food pellets into her mouth while Barbieri fiddled with hers. Bethan sat next to me.

“You ready?” she asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” I replied, even if I didn’t feel it.

“As soon as he replaces the cartridge, the machine will be operational again. You’ll need to engage it before Jaquon locks the cell again,” Bethan relayed. “We’ll only get one shot at this.”

“Understood,” I nodded.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, Jaquon appeared. He waved at us through the cell door with his pistol hand. “I hope I don’t have to explain what will happen if you try anything funny…” he said. We all remained silent. “Good.”

Our jailor slid the door open and stepped inside. None of us moved. Jaquon surveyed the room of captives and smiled, flickering his tongue confidently. “Very good. You’ll all make lovely pets. I am going to lavish you with all the best things if you continue to behave so well!”

Still prepped with his pistol, Jaquon used his free hand to release the fluid canister from the chair, then attach it to his belt. He had an empty canister there that he installed into the machine. The device hissed and beeped then flashed to indicate it was ready to go.

“Hope to see you all real soon,” Jaquon sang as he turned around and headed out.

“Now!” Bethan ordered!

I jumped over to the chair and sat myself in. It enveloped me, pushing its phallus into my entry slot.

“So eager,” Jaquon mused. His grin slowly dropped as I stared him down with a determined glare. The legs of the sexo-suit formed, the back legs lifted up to become my arms.

Jaquon backed up and then quickly turned and ran! The process was taking too long!

Fortunately, we had a backup!

Jenny and Barbieri bulldozed the Endion with the table. They tried to pin him down, but he slid under like a snake! He rose up behind them and aimed his pistol! He fired at Barbieri who went down stunned! Jenny blocked the next shot with a makeshift shield made from the chairs. She tried to ram him with the shield, but she was too small and light to make enough of an impact. He tossed her aside and stunned her for good measure before slipping out of the cell. He was about to shut it down when I finally managed to gain control of my suit. I shoved my exo-arm out, blocking the cell door from fully closing. The door sparked, straining to shut.

Shocked by this, Jaquon ran!

“We have to go after him!” Bethan announced.

“I wish I could... “ I told the chief. “But I’m out of juice…”

I had overextended myself through training with the sexo-suit. My libido felt completely depleted.