Target Quantico!

Labia stepped back from her first officer with a relaxed superior smile om her purple stained lips. Polydora, to her credit straightened her posture quickly to attention, though her flushed face and rapid breathing betrayed the orgasm Captain Labia had just **** upon her. The tall blonde fidgeted uncomfortably, the warm dampness of pussyjuice in the crotch of her latex bodysuit annoying her.

"I assume from the prepping of the shuttle that a target landing zone has already been chosen?" Labia stated rather than asked. "The details please."

"Aye Captain." Polydora responded, tapping the screen on her wrist communicator. "I chose the target personally. It is on the Eastern seaboard of the continent dominated by the most advanced nation state of Earth. The training centre for their internal security service. Close to a town called Quantico."

"An interesting choice." Labia commented, raising an eyebrow. "Explain your reasoning for the target."

"The recruits attending the training centre will be in peak physical condition, mostly in their early twenties by Earth reckoning." Polydora explained. "Unlike their frontline military the FBI as they call it recruits a good percentage of females so there should be an abundance of young fit slaveflesh for the taking. We can expect resistance, but that will simply give the recruits a training opportunity. Earth weapons are unlikely to slow the captures by much."

"I see." Labia said. "That will mean little need for physical fitness for the new slaves and more time to break and train them on the return trip to market."

The Captain stepped close to Polydora once more. She kissed her officer upon the lips, Polydora tensing as she expected another display of dominance. Instead Labia kissed her first officer tenderly as a lover and equal. The move surprised and flustered the shapely blonde.

"An excellent choice Polly." Labia commented as she pulled away. "You have the makings of a fine officer. Proceed with loading the shuttle."

As the first officer set to work supervising the loading the capture restraints, Myrine the veteran trooper found a moment to shirk the work and approached the Captain standing a short distance from the shuttle doors. The pair stepped back out of hearing for a moment.

"Nicely done Captain." Myrine said grinning widely. "First the discipline and then the treat. You'll have pretty Polly eating out of your quim in no time."

"Pretty Polly, is that her nickname in the lower decks?" Labia chuckled. "She thinks she's smart and devious, but she is young, compared to us anyway."

"Oh she's scheming, but she can't read people as well as she thinks Captain." Myrine agreed. "She included me as she thinks I hold a grudge for the amount of times I've been disciplined and will be an ally."

"An easy mistake from one of the rich junior officers." Labia said. "She thinks being dominated is weakness. You on the other hand are disobedient because being **** to submit to discipline turns you on. You cannot be broken as you submit by choice."

"Aye, that I do." Myrine smirked. "Getting stripped and punished makes me horny. Looks like the shuttle is ready now Captain."