Study and let off some steam.

‘A good thief always knows their marks and studies every little detail.' A motto every master thief should tattoo on their soul is the same you live by. Erika Cadwell didn’t get to the rank of exceptional, and quite possibly unrivaled, thief by half-assing anything.

A quick download of the information sent to the Viper from the Mor’val finished while you input a few dozen jump points between Peraldin and the hiding spot you picked out, The Needle of Haumea. Most know it as an obscure Quasar. However not many know they can keep their ship in the aqua colored clouds on the outskirts of the massive galactic anamoly. Probably has something to do with the black hole nearby....but it makes for a wonderful hiding spot where sensor sweeps get muddled and hyperdrive Ion trails are whisked away by solar wind. With Velina on your spank-able ass it’s time to step up your evasion game. The Viper shifts and hums as it makes the umpteenth turn and slows down before going into another jump. A few more keyboard clicks and you transfer the info to your bedroom where you left your 'passenger'.

The ponygirl, now simply a **** girl due to you removing half her outfit while carrying her to your bedroom, moans lustfully and squirms as she feels your hands caress her butt and thighs. The aphrodisiacs started to wear off during her sleep, but she is still quite eager. She awakens when you drop her at the foot of the bed. Feeling frisky yourself, you undo the zipper to your crotch and lay down, spreading your athletic toned thighs to reveal a wet honeypot for the girl to lick up. Her eyes are transfixed on the prize, panting softly and squirming in an attempt to get closer while her arms are magnetically secured to the smart harness. Giggling at her eagerness, you push her back with a foot and click your tongue in a disapproving manner. Her hair shifts to neon pink as she whimpers and moans, her training preventing her from speaking.

“Tsk tsk, in due time Pinkie, first some ground rules and the pecking order. This is MY ship, and while I am not a Domineering Mistress that an eager little slut like you might crave, I AM top dog here. If you try anything funny, steal anything or TOUCH anything without my permission...” You grin mischievously, “I’ll make sure you’re huffing X-85 for hours on end. In a full bondage suspension. WITHOUT vibrators. Understand?”

Nodding submissively, you can’t help but blush at how sexy and helpless she looks...so eager to please. Your fingers trail little circles around your aching clitty as she breathes rapidly. Her desire escalating at the show you are giving her, Her cheek rubs back at your boot which caress her in turn.

“Now...let’s see if you are as good as think you are...and who knows? Maybe you’ll get promoted to Bottom Bitch and not Bottom of the totem pole.”

You spread your legs wider and she quickly laps away in a **** attempt to earn her own stimulation and to ease her own desires that still burn hot. Her tongue is fast and dexterous, yet her control is sublime as she darts in and around your labia and intermixes the occasional slow lick to lap up your sweet nectar. A moan escapes your lips and you pull her closer to unlock her harness, allowing her hands to assist her. While her tongue continues to thrust into you and move in ways you didn't think possible, She uses her hands to massage your thighs. You whimper softly whilst the first orgasm erupts from you, however the desire is still there, a burning you know won't be leaving for quite awhile. Reaching over to the nightstand, the datapad feeds all the information you have on the current heist that you read, completely relaxed and enjoying as Pinkie continues to munch on your box for the next hour or so...

“Mmmmm...deeper you little slut. Few more and you get your reward...”

A quick flick of the wrist and the flogger stings against the milk white ass of your newest acquisition. Assistant isn’t a title she’s earned yet, but she is certainly trying really hard. She makes her reliability known as she thrusts her tongue into you more, tickling the edge of your g-spot. You cry out and dig the pointed heels of your shoes into her back and hold her head close, letting the Luxvan know she’s doing a good job. She moans in time with you as her hands begin to work their magic, one of them stimulating your clit and the other gropes the callipygian orbs near her, inserting one of her fingers into your backdoor. Panting heavily, another orgasm rocks your world, her soft lustrous tongue lapping up your essence pouring into her eager little mouth.

“F-fuck….”

The dataslate is thrown to the ground as you grab her **** harness and pull her up and kiss her deeply, her tongue warm and inviting while she pours your own juices into your mouth. The two of you sharing the wonderful taste for a few moments until she breaks off to breathe, a small trail of nectar still connecting you both. Your hands trail along her body and one cups her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple in all the ways only a fellow **** girl can know, her eyes closing as a gasp and moan erupts from her body. The other hand assails her hot little pussy, which by now is leaving a small stream pouring onto your own crotch, both your juices mixing and sticking together. Pinkie’s lower lips grip tightly as you thrust two fingers into her while her voice raises an octave as she instantly orgasms from the simple penetration. The one orgasm becomes many as your fingers curl in and rubs her own g-spot. She wraps her arms around you and locks her lips onto yours while you push her down onto the bed and continue to stimulate her body. Both your legs interlock so your vulva's can grind together. Feeling the exquisite caress of her silken lips against yours. The two of you switch back and forth on seeing who can give the other a technique they’ve never seen, or to see who will collapse first for what feels like hours. It takes quite awhile, but eventually her stamina gives in time with yours. Collapsing onto her, matching her panting, a smile creeps onto your face.

“OK...you can stay on. I like having a fellow eager slut to play with.”

Winding down from the afterglow of your marathon of sex, you decide to find out more about her. The Luxvan introduces herself as Jen’zix vas Quines...but you decide on Jen. That or Pinkie which she blushes at the prospect of, but nods submissively. Apparently Jen was a meek little office courier before her corporate takeover and subsequent enslavement on Peraldin. Her enslavement awoke desires in herself she never realized and was eager to lean hard into the **** lifestyle, happily embracing her role as a Ponygirl. Though you find yourself a touch annoyed her skills outside of being a sex **** are near useless for service on the ship as the autopilot is probably better than her at flying.

“Fine Jen, looks like your role for now is maid as well as bottom sub. But I expect more from you over the next few weeks, otherwise I’ll be regulating you to Distraction Duty….which usually has a short shelf life, due to Bait ending up being left behind.”

“Yes Miss Cadwell.”

“Erika Hun. We’re gonna be committing a massive amount of felonies together, could end up enslaved together by some rough and rugged Bounty Hunter that who won’t hesitate to tie us down and fuck our brains into mush….might as well get friendly right?”

She blushes, her imagination flaring up like yours of the future predicaments you both might end up in. She nods.

“Yes Miss Erika. M-may I ask what is it you do? How can I help with it?”

Rolling your eyes at her insistence on calling you Miss, you ignore it for the time being and explain to her the plans of heisting the Choker, it’s significance not only to your clients, but to yourself as well. Of being the Impossible Hunt and a legend in the Galaxy and your own search for the Perfect Dom who could possible catch and tame you. At first the explanation is simple and informative, but it doesn’t take long before that personal quirk for the dramatic takes hold and you find yourself giving an over the top speech that most Masters or Mistresses would quickly silence with a ballgag and hard flogging….however Jen seems transfixed, even aching to learn more. By the time you finish she is not only amazed at the prospect, but seems to be eager to help as the spark of rebelliousness glints ever so faintly in her eyes. You tell her to freshen up and clean the room while you bend down and pick up the dataslate again, brushing a strand of cinnamon hair away while looking over the full details of everything you’ve read and reviewed so far.

The Choker apparently was recovered only a week or two back by the Syndicate and has been planned to be sold on a private auction, however the location of the Auction is equally as private as it is invitation only. While they haven’t procured an invitation or even an invite list, the Mor'val rep has discovered one invitation was sent to a Nugaanval Lisnoo, a Talgis who is one of the Vice Presidents of a Corporation on Telphis 4. You groan at the mention of the planet.

Telphis 4, a planet crumbling from the base outwards as a civilization. Their attempt to bring martial law may have sounded like a good idea when implemented, however it’s only causing the planet’s society to crumble in slow motion as the Military and Law Enforcement officials can’t keep up with the rampant rioting, looting, **** and pillaging that has covered every city on the planet. While this would normally be ideal for you, (a planet with an overtaxed and probably corrupt police **** is free game after all,) you need to land there for very specific reasons that might have already been disrupted, broken or looted.

Sighing in annoyance and seeing no other option at the moment, you get up and walk to the cockpit and start up the engines of the ship and input the coordinates for Telphis 4. A smile crosses your face as you look at the highly detailed picture of the Choker and get a maliciously cunning idea. You call up Madame Isabelle, one of your fencers and jewelry maker and ask her to start making you a few chokers with very….VERY detailed designs on it. You cackle madly as the ship enters hyperspace once again and makes for Telphis 4.