Sister Erotica

There was a great battle in my mind, my soul. The voices roiled and cannibalize each other until one stood dominant amongst the rabble. It solidified and defined itself against me and the voices in my mind.

Submissive Voice: 6

Matrowyn: 45+10 cause I’m biased

Mr. Otis: 96. Nobody’s beating that.

Sister Erotica: 100 CRITICAL SUCCESS!

“Praise the Emperor sister, for he has sent me to guide you in your crusade against the enemy, and to teach you your value amongst the stars!”

I gasped and awakened, once more finding myself in bed. How humiliating. The lights were off and this time there was no Doctor Jennings to look over at me.

“What a queer dream.” I sighed.

“No dream sister, a spiritual battle! One I emerged victorious in. Praise the Emperor.”

I gasped and shot up in my bed. Pulling out my pillow gun. “Who’s there?”

“Tis I.” Sang the voice. “Sister Erotica. Warrior and saint in the service of The Emperor!"

"A saint?" I continued to look around, I didn't see the glow I'd always expected from one of the emperor's most blessed servants. "Where are you?"

"I'm in your mind, your soul. You've been chosen to car his word into the void, and I have come to guide you on your mission."

I shuddered, gasped, squealed. That was just about everything I'd ever wanted to hear. "That's amazing!"

"Indeed. Rejoice sister, for we have much to do in his service."

I was actually smiling, imagine that. A rouge trader, smiling! "I don't want to waste anytime, let's get started."

I jumped out of bred, but my lack of strength was so surprising I tumbled to the ground. My muscles groaned, in protest, hateful things. "What is this?" I wheezed. "Keiki! Keiki get in here!"

For the first time ever the albino didn't come at my command, and now I was furious.

I crawled indignantly towards the door, to the cupboard where she slept. I was going to lash that girl.

It was slow going, and before I could make the trek the main door to my suite opened, the light flashed on and Doctor Jennings came running in. "Lord Captain! You're awake!"

Oh great.

Now the doctor gets to see me like this. "Yes I'm awake, get me up! You've got some doctoring to do."

He scooped me up like I weighed nothing, and carried me back to the bed. I blushed like a school girl, he was so strong! "Don't strain yourself." He warned me. "You've been in a coma for six months."

I gasped. "Six months!"

"The battle took longer than expected." Erotica observed.

"Yes, I couldn't determine what had ailed you. Sister Magnolia said it was a spiritual disease, and said you'd either prevail or perish."

"Well as you can see I've prevailed." I wretched myself out of his arms as he laid me in the bed. "I don't want to be lying down. I've had enough of that thank you. Six months! Who's been running my ship in all that time?"

He avoided my glare, and began to fiddle with a bag at the side of my bed. "You'll have to talk to Wisteria about that. Here." He injected me with something, and I immediately felt my strength bolstered. "I'll have to have you on these for a few weeks while you recover your strength." He shot me up with something else.

"He touches you without permission, injects you with who knows what without asking if he can penetrate your holy skin. This is not right sister, he would show you more deference."

DC 30

Roll 12 +10(Bertha's Corruption) + 10 (Sister Erotica's Corruption) = 32

Success

Corruption +1

Sister Erotica's Strength +1

Bertha's Corruption 11

Sister Erotica's Strength: 11

The thought entered my mind as these other strange thoughts I've been having had, only this was much more powerful, persuasive, compelling.

"You shouldn't be handling me like a rag doll doctor Jennings." I lectured him. "I'm the Rouge Trader, you should be treating me with the same care as the order treats their relics, do you understand?"

He rolled his eyes. "Lord Captain my duty is to your body, not your ego. Please allow me to care for you in my way." Then he injected me with something else!

"Treason!" Erotica roared in my mind. "To deny you reverence, is to deny it to the emperor himself."

I felt a rage boiling up inside of me.

"Now you stay here." The doctor chided me. "I'm going to get Wisteria, and she'll explain everything."

"Fetch me Keiki while you away." I spat at me. "Where is that lout anyway?"

"She was moved to a different room." He rightfully hurried out of my range, and fled to safety.

"Six months without their Rouge Trader, and clearly effected your crew. We will have to be harsh with them to get them back in line."

"Yes." I agreed.

A few minutes later Keiki came running into my room, tripping over her big feet. "Mistress!!!!" She screamed, jumping into bed with me, and hugging me with such force I thought it might crack my bones. "Mistress you're away, oh thank the emperor."

"Now this is proper worship."

"It's so good to see you awake. I was so worried for you."

"They moved you to another room?" I asked.

She looked guilty. "Yes, but now that you're awake I'm not leaving your bedside."

"Good." I leaned on her. "I need you to get me dressed."

"Of course." She grinned. "More cowprint?"

"Yes." I smiled fondly.

She rubbed my shoulders, and quite against my will I let out a sigh. "Feel good?"

"Yes." I groaned.

"They've been having me work out your limbs while you were asleep." She ran her hands down my arms and began to rub and massage the muscles around my shoulders and neck. "Still so tense, I could tell you were in distress while you slept. It hurt me so much to not be able to help you." She purred. "But I'm here now." Her hands went lower.

Her sex slave training was kicking in. She'd always been overly affectionate, but my body really did need this massage. There was no explaining just how wrong my muscles felt.

"Let her continue, and don't stop her if her touch should find it's way to your sweet spots."

DC 70

Roll 85+11=96

Success

Corruption +1

Bertha's Corruption 12.

That voice didn't sound like Erotica's sacred voice, but I obeyed it all the same.

Usually I would have thrown Keiki off by now, but she took my complacency as permission. Her big strong hands kneaded me, in wonderful ways. Then her touch began to focus on my thighs. I sighed, but gasped when her hand touched my vagina through the fabric of my white bloomers.

"Calm yourself." Erotica soothed. "She adores your body. It's pious for her to worship it in such a way."

Keiki's breath was getting short, and I could feel her skin heating up. Her massage became notably less focused on healing my muscles. She pawed clumsily at my sex while kneading my thigh like a toy. Her hot breath was on my neck. Made warmer because those damn traitors had turned the heat down again and it was freezing in my room! "I just need to..." She said weakly, her hand finding the band of my bloomers and slithering inside. "Let me help you relax mistress."

I shivered as I felt her hand touch my hairy sex for the first time, but again made no move to stop her. I sat there passively knowing, that the moment she penetrated my sex with her chubby finger I would protest, maybe even kill her. But so long as she just groped me, I'd be fine. It was a strange thing to contemplate. It was like there was a barrier in my mind, permitting one behavior but not the other.

She however did not know this. She would molest and violate me if I didn't stop her, and I wasn't going to. My heart beat in my chest, dreading the moment her lust overtook her. I'd have to kill her, there was no other recourse, but I didn't want to lose my dear slave. Truly my only friend on the ship.

The sound of the lift opening up down the hall caused her to yip, and pull her hand free of my underwear. She skittered away looking at me, like a dog that was about to get beaten. I relaxed enormously, realizing that we were both safe from each other now.

I just gave her a small even look. "Thank you for the massage, but I must be getting dressed."

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A critical roll to decide on a voice was crazy. I decided that meant Bertha really trusted Erotica and as such gave Erotica a bonus of 10 points on her suggestions.

In the future if you want a specific voice saying something mark it with their name first. Keep it on theme too!"