Go back for her

Fuck it! You've gotten out of worse situations, probably. Melodia belongs to you, and she stays with you. She clearly didn't want to be left with the Sirus Syndicate and you doubt these people will be much ****. Melodia may not be as submissive as you thought, but she did put in a solid effort 'paying her way'; you owe her a rescue attempt.

In the seconds it takes you to set an escape pod for an empty launch, the beginnings of a rescue plan races through your mind. You will hide for a bit, try to learn the layout of the vessel, learn where Melodia was taken, and escape together. That bitch better not cum before you get to her, or there will be hell to pay.

Mind racing, you launch the rigged pod and dash to the bay's lower exit. Fortunately, it leads to a deserted passage lined with doors. Checking one reveals a storage closet packed with bedding supplies: replacement blankets, multi-species pillows, and a few compressed cots. You close the door behind you and, like a spider, climb to the ceiling by bracing against the walls. You step on the top of the door frame with one foot and pin the other against the opposite wall.

You wait patiently. The closet is checked once, but the searching cadet only pokes a few pillows. Fortunately for him, he doesn't look up to see you, legs spread and pistol drawn. Leaving, he radios "Closet 13B is empty." And you're left wondering what kind of people number their closets.

You stay in the closet until the alarms are silenced and wait a few minutes more. Your stolen holster has a replacement cylinder for your revolver, and you take the opportunity to reload it. Using your remote, you hack the door and execute the command to open it an inch. It slides up all the way; your skills aren't comparable to Melodia. Luckily, the passage is again empty. You check the next door over, labelled "Dr. Pearl Concolor, Consultant", and discover it occupied.

It is a cramped bedroom with a naked woman lying away from you on the simple bed. She is on her side, curled up a little one hand touching her melons, the other being squeezed by the thighs. The walls of her room must have some very good sound proofing because you only hear the gangbang porn she is watching once the door opens. Fortunately it is loud enough to cover the sound of the sliding door.

You enjoy the 2D projection of a petite Oo'lick tossed around by a well-built man, a towering Gavleth, and a Lintoan. A forked Turnk penis enters into frame and the poor (or perhaps lucky) pornstar is thrust towards it. Her mouth takes one tip, and the other bumpy inseminater rubs her cheek. A steady spindle of orange cum leaks out of the end not being sucked. No cum leaks from the sluts mouth, so she must be swallowing it or at least keeping the questionably flavored substance in her mouth.

Of more interest to you is the figure on the bed. And what a figure she has. Rolling mountainous curves form an extravagant hourglass shape. Blonde hair, bright as the sun, curled over her shoulders. She moans to herself "this is so sexy." She is a delicious meal if a tad excessive.

Behind her and to your left, there is a console on a desk. Its default screen has a quick link to a ship map. Clearly, you aren't the only one who finds this ship a little hard to navigate. Keeping the short barrel of your revolver pointed in the direction of the unaware exhibitionist, you take glances at the ships general layout, memorizing it as best you can.

It's a task that proves difficult. The three-dimensional maze of twisted tunnels defies comprehension no matter how much attention you give it. After about three minutes of scrutinizing the map, you hear a honey-smooth voice say "if you are going to barge into a girl's room, you should at least tie her up." You spin around. The neglected beauty is looking over her shoulder at you with experienced eyes, deciding not to panic. "Hello," she says, "you must be the woman causing all the fuss." She slowly rolls to face you. "Have you come to fuck me?" she says with a hint of condescension. Despite her soft appearance she has the eyes of a lioness. She may be naked, and you may be armed, but you are in her den.

"No," you roll your eyes, "I'm just retrieving some lost property. You are going to help me find her," you inform her.

"Of course mistress? sir? princess?" Her voice is tempting and mature like a deep ocean.

"Ma'am is fine."

"As you say, ma'am. I am Dr. Concolor, aphrodisi-ologist." She extents a hand and retracts it when you don't shake it. "You're 'property' is probably locked up on level five." That is where the brig is, if you understand her map properly. "I will lead you to the freight lift, it's used less, so we shouldn't run into anyone. If we do, you can always use me as a bargaining chip," she explains eagerly.

A little suspicious of her, you ask "why are you so quick to volunteer that?"

She speaks playfully "I like helping people, even naughty pirates like you." But with a serious undertone she adds "besides, someone has to keep the fight away from us non-combatants."

"Aren't you the pirates?"

"This ship, maybe, but I am just a woman taking the opportunity to live out a fantasy. Speaking of witch, this is the second time today you have interrupted my... activities, would you mind if I just finished?" In a loose fist, her hand travels to her bare pussy.

"No," you say, a little irritated. Normally, you'd be happy to corral a randy captive but you won't take this temporary safety for granted. "Have you dipped into your supply?"

"A fair question," she answers, smiling, "but no, I've never felt the need. To use an aphrodisiac, I mean." She rolls onto her stomach and rises her rump. "I should warn you, I can be quite vexing. Perhaps, you should give me a good spanking so we know who's boss," she adds, her already generous ass jutting even farther from her body.

"Tempting as spanking that ass is, we don't have time," you explain.

She stretches like a cat, sits up, and nods. "I understand." Then the horny milf cups her large bust, presenting them to you. You get a good look at her large puffy nipples, clearly erect, and the surrounding red-brown areola. She pouts "beating my tits then. Please, don't be too hard; my nipples are very sensitive."

Vexatious indeed. Fortunately, you have never met a masochist you couldn't tame, and this slut is no exception. "Look, the sooner we get my ****, the sooner you can find out just how deep that Varrus got his head," you explain. "While you watch, I may even bend you over my knee."

She looks back to her porn. The Varrus's snake like head is narrow as heads go but still left the Oo'lick's pussy gaping. His tongue flicks out to capture the strings of wetness connecting his face to her cunt. While the vexatious slut watches her naughty film you carefully aim your revolver. You place a bullet in the wall, just above the external storage device sticking out from the side of her player. The shot is loud enough to make your ears ring.

She covers her ears and protests "ahhhh, no need to make this personal. I'll be good."

Feeling a little prideful at defeating the demanding sub, you keep your pistol trained on her as she rises and walks towards a three-piece suit that hangs on the wall. It is a very professional looking outfit despite the fact that the short skirt, vest, and jacket look to be tailored to hug the woman's curves, and expose her ample cleavage. "We don't have time for you to get dressed," you inform her.

She looks at you with mock indignation. "You don't expect me to wander the ship naked," she protests, "that would be just so embarrassing. Plus I have strict orders from Captain Thane not to."

"Throw this on if you want," you say and hand her a transparent nightie. It has a fuzzy trim around the plunging neckline and the hem of its short skirt.

"Being seen in an outfit that slutty would be worse than being naked." You ignore her mock protests, but she continues "do I have to? I mean could you order me to in that husky voice of yours?" She imitates you in a playfully gruff voice "'walk around the ship naked cunt. I wanna seen them tits bounce.' Or 'ass-licker, put that slutty lingerie on and get out in the hallway before I slap your twat.'"

Aware she is still wasting your time, you point your pistol at her holo-player again and remind her "you said you would be good." she relents, pulling the nightie on and following you out the door.

Three or four minutes later the 'shamefully' dressed Pearl and you step into a wide corridor. You keep a hand on your guides shoulder resisting the temptation to fondle her ample bust.

The hallway has panels, about 6 feet apart, to access hardware below the floor. With this featureless walls it can be easy to forget there are moving parts. Two widely-spaced. parallel rails flank the line of panels.

"We are approaching the elevator," your gifted guide informs you.

"Not so loud," you hiss. Just because you haven't run into anyone doesn't mean their isn't anyone close enough to hear.

"We will go left here," she continues in a stage whisper, pointing to the T-intersection that branches left and right ahead of you. The intersection is wide enough for whatever rail vehicles use this hall.

Your senses tingle; something is wrong with this hallway. There is a flickering light above your head. That happens, lights break, even on a perfectionist's ship like this, but is sets your teeth on edge. Eager to get to the elevator, you walk faster towards the intersection. Just before you reach it you hear four boots take a unified step forward. The left hallway had two heavily armored epsilon squad members hidden just around the corner. Two more occupy the right. And a clatter behind you reveals a fifth member removing an access panel and emerging from the floor. Not counting the one in a medbay probably having their armor cut off, it appears the entirety nf epsilon squad is her, and they probably want a rematch.