On the main shaft

Your impromptu path through small rooms and smaller hallways is cut shockingly short as the two of you stumble into a long room clearly built to give direct access to one of the ship's main laser cannons. This is apparent as the tube itself lays along the floor like a sleeping dragon; speckled with flashing lights and access hatches to insure its minions take care of all its needs. The massive room is occupied, but there's enough machinery here to give you a chance at sneaking. It appears dumb luck is on your side as Melodia quietly mentions, "while I was downloading the map, I think I saw a ship docked at the bottom of that shaft." She points to a cargo elevator located on the room's far side.

"Good girl," you say. "Move carefully," you add with an encouraging spank.

She obeys, giving you an enticing twerk as she crouch-walks beside a chest high work bench. Fuck, she's got a nice ass; it's a shame you're going to have to sell it to the syndicate. You make a promise to yourself to stretch out her anus at least one more time before you do.

Keeping a protective eye on your valuable ****, you prod Melodia through the twisted fog of pipes, cables and catwalks. Most are black or gray, but they all have bright primary colored symbols to indicate what they do or where they go.

Both of you keep careful guard of your breath as you stoop between the conduits and mechanisms. Technicians can be heard and sometimes even seen moving through the machinery around you. You listen closely to them, each turn of a wrench, each tap on a keypad, indicates a potential trap to be avoided. But slowly, cautiously, you advance, halting or sliding into cover as someone approaches and resuming again once they leave. In spite of the obstacles you start making good headway.

Unavoidably, your path seems that it is going to take you dangerously close to a mechanic vigilantly adjusting valves. Rather than risking him hearing you, or waiting for however long it will take for him to move, you opt for a silent take down.

It's a good thing you spent a few hours yesterday training your orange haired slut to follow your hand signals. You silently squeeze her ass to get her attention, before giving her your orders through gestures. She looks confused but knows better than to question you. Smoothly and stealthily she crawls towards the target, managing to unzip his pants before he knows what's going on. The bewildered mechanic is stunned into silence as she tenderly takes out his cock and begins sucking it.

The startled man quickly hushes himself, not wanting to ruin this surprise blowjob by having someone order him back to work. Hands crossed behind her back, Melodia eagerly looks up at him, her doe eyes begging him to enjoy it as much as possible. You silently step behind his back as he gets totally engrossed in the pleasure given to him by your ****'s talented mouth.

And with a quick movement you wrap your whip tight around his throat, adding asphyxiation to his erotic journey. In mere moments, he spasms. Melodia's eyes roll back as she tastes cum, and your target goes limp.

You gently guide the **** man to the ground. The elevator is just a little farther, maybe 30 paces more. And there's no more obstacles; this is going to be easy.

In response to your optimism, a shrill cry sends a jolt up your spine. Your eyes dart up to see a Gabber dangling from a pipe. Its gnarled impish finger is pointed at you while it shrieks a battle-cry. "Move, like hell!" you shout to Melodia, who's already preempted your orders and given up sneaking in a mad dash to the elevator.

Various technicians turn to face the noise, and you respond with suppressing blasts from your shotgun. But there's too many of them; not to mention a swarm of Gabbers that has seemingly appeared out of thin air. The Gabbers are practically nipping at your heels, and the fiery bursts from your shotgun only seem to drive the nibble buggers into cover for the briefest of moments.

Fortunately, your tech-skilled **** has already reached the elevator's control panel. She taps away to summon it, so you decide to make your stand. "Alright assholes," you shout, dropping your shotgun to start indiscriminately lobbing grenades. "Get ready to be reamed."

Unfortunately, your opponents manage to get some stray laser blasts through. Some singe your suit causing large holes to burn in the ablative fabric. You're not too worried about those as long as your luck holds out. But a startle scream from Melodia draws your attention.

She has jumped back from her now blank terminal and is staring at two smoldering laser holes that weren't there before. "Hotwire it!" you bark. Your nerd-pixie of a sex **** dutifully nods and starts prying off a panel as you turn your attention back to the motherfuckers that think they can shoot in the direction of your favorite fucktoy.

If grenades aren't discouraging them, maybe some intense suppressing fire will get these shitholes to calm down. Simultaneously you draw your needler and arc pistol. "Come get some, you cucks and cuckqueans," you yell while filling the air with paralysis darts and crackling bars of lightning. "Crawl over here and suck my clit."

There's no verbal response and only a token rebuttal of laser fire. It seems these wrench-turners and cowardly Gabbers have recognized your authority as Queen of Kick-Assery for the moment. Nonetheless, you send out sporadic but controlled bursts from your guns to remind a whole floor's worth of mechanics who's boss.

Alas, your stochastic barrage echoing around the long chamber makes it difficult to hear, and you don't notice the sneaking Gabber until he is literally on top of you. With a chittering warcry, the impish alien descends upon you.

You quickly toss the annoying bugger off of you, caring little that he tears a piece off of your jumpsuit. However three of his cackling friends took advantage of the distraction to fling themselves at you. An elbow to the face dispatches one, but two more take his place and soon countless clawed hands are tangled around your limbs. One jumps on your chest and tears the front of your jumpsuit open to better cling to your lingerie covered fun bags. One buries his face into your cleavage nipping and sucking with perverted glee while you curse him out.

Fuck, you were so close, but as the numerous hands explore you body, you know it's only a matter of time before you're this crew's official fuck toy. Your firm breasts and supple ass are slapped and squeezed by eager hands. Their slimy fingers writhe under your panties, pinching your clit just hard enough to make you instinctively wet.

Then you hear a terrifying battle-shriek. Screaming like the neglected bastard child of a banshee and valkyrie, Melodia enters the fray. She wildly swings your discarded shotgun like a baseball bat before turning it around to fire the proper way. Her aim is terrible; either she's afraid of hitting you, or has no idea how to shoot a weapon. But the Gabbers get the message. Any still able to run scamper away flailing the arms and squealing "she's a demon," in their squawky language.

Your badass **** helps you to your feet. The needler is nowhere to be found, but you scoop up your arc pistol. It seems to even have a few charges left. The surrounding mechanics are temporarily cowed by Melodia's vicious display, but you don't know how long that will last and send a few sizzling bolts their way for good measure. Together you rush towards the elevator doors; the indicator lights make it clear the car is descending and will soon arrive.

"You managed to call the elevator?" you ask, giving your **** an affectionate peck.

"I hope so. Otherwise, we'll have a lot of trouble on our hands."