"Hm!" Elena moaned loudly as the man gave her breast a squeeze. She felt her panties being pulled down, being left around her knees. She sighed as the dildo slid off her pussy. "Ghhhh!" She exclaimed loudly into the gag, as she felt the very dildo being unceremoniously slammed into her ass. Her hat was removed from her head. Smack! "Hm!" Elena jumped as she felt a hand land on her breast. "I dreamed about those tits~" She almost fell when she felt a tug of leash, and was forced to walk forward. "We have whip, wooden horse, some water tanks, fuck machine... and so many more... What should I start with." He wondered. "I think I will leave a fuck machine to the last, so the first will be-"
Looking the man up and down, Hersilia gives a small whistle of approval. "Thank you, sir, for greeting me promptly, if not warmly," she replies with a polite and formal bow, "May I ask who I have the pleasure of addressing?"
Felicia chuckles, licking up every drop, before pushing Eanne down and kissing her, letting the noble share in the taste. "Mmm, enjoy?"
Halipha isn't even trying to defend her mind, so Vizelle easily elicits moans from the younger woman. "Mmmh, that part isn't quite as fun..." She reaches up to caress Vizelle's cunt through the leotard.
Heading to the right, Vivian and her squad find a long hallway, segmented every few feet on either side by portruding panels. Spoiler: Threat Roll D100: 89 All of a sudden, four of the panels open up, two in front of Vivian, and two behind. Out of them step four large, ancient security robots. Vivian sees their weaponry, some sort of energy technology she initially mistakes for plasma, but realises she's unfamiliar with, charge up.
Spoiler: Space Combat Roll D100: 72+15 (Navy)=87 (Pass) One of the smaller guns sends out a thin red laser beam out towards the floating creature, and the beam carves through its flesh, sending a crimson spray of flash boiled blood out into space, where it pools curiously in the zero gravity. Victoriana shakes her head. "No sir, the marines never left our ship. Our cameras show the transport ship sitting alone in the hangar, without movement. I've sent a security detachment to the hangar to investigate." The station official responds, saying that the patrol boat should be destroyed, along with the survivor. Though the marine craft is still in the hangar, the support craft is launched without issue, picking up Ensign Ulie and bringing her towards Xavier's ship.
"First, I'll think I'll have you for myself." He grins, and she hears a zipper being undone. "Tell me, which hole should I take first, your holiness?"
The man stands stoic as a statue, not responding to the whistle. "Captain Xylandros Varren, chief of security here at the Hall of Freedom." Apparently that's the new name for the palace. He looks at her for another moment, before his expression softens by an iota. "I apologise for the lack of warmth, ma'am. Things are...tense...at the moment."
Yannika opened the door at the sound of the knock and greeted the sergeant with a warm smile. "Why of course sergeant!" she replied happily at his request "it would be my honor." And followed him to the rest of the squad.
"Mmm. So you don't want control then?" Vizelle moaned as the young woman teases her cunt, which she'll find was already wet thanks to her enflamed senses. "Fufu. So you want to be controlled then?" She asked licking her lips, "Ahh. So you worked hard, strived for success. Yet all you ever wanted was someone to guide you, hold your hand... pull your leash." She whispered, as she begins to hypnotize the young woman into another one of her loyal disciples.
He leads her downstairs to the crew quarters, where she finds the guarsmem waiting. Seeing the priestess, they seem to perk up, before kneeling and offering their weapons. "Thank you for your kindness, ma'am." The sergeant smiles, before joining his men.
Hersilia gives Captain Varren a sympathetic smile. "I understand. Really, I do. It's my honest hope to be able to relieve those tensions in a way that leaves everyone happy. Or at least, happy enough to ensure things remain stable."
He nods. "Likewise, ma'am. A room has been prepared for you, for the duration. If I may?" He stands aside, offering to guide her.
"Oho? What then? Would you like to try your hand at controlling someone then?" Vizelle stifled a moan, wanting to know what Halipha was underneath all her layers, to know how to fully control the younger sorceress. "Mm. I wouldn't mind you know? If you'd like to try your hand at it, I can be your toy for a little while." She whispered honeyed words into the young woman's ear.
"W-Why not?" Halipha looks at her, still lustful, but with a sense of resolve. "I'll show you what I can do." Spoiler: Telepathic Attack Roll d100: 48+15 (Order of Sorcerers)=63 (Pass) Again, Vizelle's body is overwhelmed by pleasure, but this time, the pleasure is on another level, making it difficult to concentrate on the world around her. Spoiler: Telepathic Roll d100: 58+15 (Order of Sorcerers)+10 (Distracted by pleasure)=83 (Pass) Enraptured by the pleasure, Vizelle barely feels Halipha sliding her psionic powers past her defences. Why resist? A voice that sounds like Vizelle says. You already feel so good, and you can feel even better. All you have to do is be obedient. A voice at the back of Vizelle's mind tells her that she has one chance to resist, before she falls under Halipha's sway, probably for a fair amount of time.
"Mmmh... aaahn!" Vizelle lets out a surprised moan as the pleasure she felt increased. "Haaahn!" She moaned again, squirting through her leotard, drenching Halipha's fingers. "Mmh..." She shuddered from the sensations, and feeling the girl's continued assult. Vizelle decides it would be counter productive to deny her attempts, so for now she puts up a barrier inside her mind to prevent anything permanent from sticking. "Aaaahn... mis...tress..." She the moaned, playing along to see how Halipha would act.
In terms of physical requirements a weapon blessing was an easy enough service, sanctified oils and parchment. They were however typically performed by servants of the Clan of the Burning Arrow, so she had little familiarity with the process. Mercifully it was a fairly loose process with next to no formal rites involved. Each chaplain, monk, or priest was free to 'be inspired by the gods' in their blessings and so there really was no wrong way to do it. For which Yannika was thankful as she muddled her way through it. After she had finished with the blessing, Yannika confessed "I thank you all for bearing with me as I stumbled through the rites. As all of you probably guessed I'm not a member of the Clan of the Silver Arrow." she debated with herself over what do do next. She didn't know how much time was left before they arrived and didn't wish to delay. But her duty demanded she inform these faithful soldiers of the Emperor and the Church of her responsibility to them. She was not released from her vows yet. "Rather, I am a member of the Sect of the Sapphire Hearth. A Woman of the Holy Order Religious Expansion..." she paused to let understanding dawn on them what she had just said, if they didn't already know. "Should any of you require personal attention, or even a group service, I am available."
Spoiler: Telepathic defence roll d100: 70+15 (Order)-10 (Distracted)=75 As Vizelle reaches out with telepathic power, she feels that she's probably prevented any permanent changes, but as the last of her reason goes, she knows that she'll be helpless to resist a single order Halipha gives her in the immediate present. The younger woman reaches up and strikes Vizelle's breasts with her palms. "How's that for control, bitch?" She snarls, grabbing a handful of the dark haired sorceress' hair and spinning her around sharply, before shoving her against the wall. Unprotected even by the thin leotard, Vizelle's ass goes red as it's slapped over and over again. "Huh? Am I controlling enough for you?"
The bearded sergeant's eyes go wide at her words, as do those of his men. "Ma'am, you're saying... We can... We can fuck you?"
