Yannika gave the captain a genuine smile, "You and your crew are already providing me with everything I need sir, Gods bless you." She thanked him with a curtsy. "In which case I think I'll return to my quarters. It's been a rather... exhausting trip for me." At the last her smile shifted towards suggestive before it turned back. "But if you or the crew can think of anything I can help you with: blessings, rituals, a sermon or service I will always make myself available for the faithful." She gave him another formal curtsy before she requested to be dismissed by saying. "Captain." with a tone that implied 'Farewell'.
"Hi!" She arched as a shock went through her nipples. It was... strangely both, painful and pleasurable. The remnants of her overload, made her feel more pleasure because of that. Elena shuddered. That was not acceptable. Her own conditioning would always go on top, if there was a conflict in orders, it would ensure she followed her Order's prerogative... or her body would be shot down until it was recovered by the order and re-programmed. The best way was to convince the man, that the curse would not be necessary. "Yesss~" She moaned out. "I love your firm hand~ Plea-eassseee!" She eeped as she was shocked again. "Please, show this whore her place... Fuck me, abuse me, dominate me~" She moaned hotly, "It's been so long since I had a real man~" She moaned, as her body arched, both with pleasure, from the fingers inside her pussy, probing her, and from pain, from current electrifying her. "Master~" She breathed out hotly, and quietly so the man could barely hear it. She was laying it a bit thick, but she needed to convince the man to change his plans.
Hearing the news, Vizelle nods. Well, if they died from that, then they weren't really that useful. She thought to herself, "I'll be heading to a club. Care to join me?" She asked the twins, if they refuse, she shows them the location of her home via telepathy. If they accept, she leads them to the Emerald Oedipus to meet the slaver.
He salutes, and lets her leave. Before too long, the ship touches down on the icy surface of Lave V, and the captain appears to escort her.
Spoiler: Seduction Roll D100: 89-15 (Electrified)= 74 (Pass) "I may." He looks at her. "If you pledge yourself to me, I'll show you pleasure you couldn't even imagine."
Elena smiled internally, it looked as if her pan was working. "And pain~" She moaned out. "and domination~" She grabbed man's zipper with her teeth, moaning as the current zapped her. "and humiliation~" She scooped out man's dick with her mouth. "and lots of lots of bondage~" She gave his dick a few licks, before looking up at him with desire, she did not need to pretend. "~Master~" She took his dick into her mouth and started energetically bobbing her head. Her energetic blowjob, only interrupted from time to time by a zip of current.
The twins tag along. Finding her way through the streets, she arrives at the club, a dark open area with music pounding. Mistress. Jeryn contacts her telepathically from a raised VIP section, where the other disciples sit. Heading up a set of stairs overlooking the club, she sees a man sitting near the disciples, who she originally assumes is hired muscle, but realises is actually the slaver she's here to see, as some thugs stand by him defenentially. "Heh, I guess you're this 'Mistress Vizelle' chick, eh? Take a seat, a drink, and tell me what you want."
Heading upstairs, she gives the slaver, and his thugs a smile. "That would be me, and you are?" She replied, beckoning the twins to sit with the other disciples, as she sits right in front of the slaver. Giving him a peek up her short dress, and a good view of her breasts jiggle with her every movement. "I want you to work for me." She said, as she begins probing his thug's minds, switching their loyalties from him, to hers.
"That's right, I'm your master now." He grins widely, before gripping her head and fucking her throat. It's hard to say if he still intends to use the curse on her, but it's no longer on his mind at the moment, which is a good sign, probably.
The slaver returns the smirk. "I'm Arnolf Rutger. Now, why you're here?" Spoiler: Telepathy Roll D100: 31+15 (Order of Sorcerers)= 46 (Fail) Reaching out, she's unable to find a grasp on the minds of the thugs, though she's confident none detected the attempted intrusion.
Elena moans as she eagerly took bobbed her head, making the man climax quite fast. She swallowed his entire load, then cleaned his dick. She continued bobbing her head lightly, allowing the man to think, he was under control - she would not stop, until he would tell her so. She was quite sure, he would still want to punish her, with some wicked idea for her earlier tresspasses.
Since her attempt wasn't detected, Vizelle decides to entice them for now. Moving crossing stocking-clad leg over the other, allowing them to see her crotch, covered only by her semi-transparent leotard. "Nice meeting you, Arnolf. And as I said. I want you, your men, your operations to work for me." She said, giving him, and his thugs a seductive smile, while retrying to alter their minds.
Elena's new master moans, letting out a torrent of his cum down her throat. As suspected, he's far from done, and she awakens hours later, no longer shackled, and with cum all over her body.
"We don't work for anyone." Arnolf grunts. "We might be able to do some business, however, if you're on the up and up. What do you want, exactly? To look at my merchandise? You want me to turn someone into merchandise? You want to become merchandise yourself?" He chuckles. Spoiler: Seduction Roll D100: 22 (Fail) The gangsters seem disciplined, at least for thugs. They look at her body with undisguised interest, but that interest doesn't give her any sway over them. Spoiler: Telepathy Roll D100: 45+15 (Order of Sorcerers)= 60 (Pass) Nonetheless, she feels herself worming her way into their minds. They're still loyal to their boss, of course, but she's sowed some seeds nonetheless.
"Fufu. Indeed we can do some business. But see... I don't need anyone's help in turning someone into merchandise. I can however use your connections, your men, and your operations to further my goal." Vizelle replied with a grin, knowing she's already wormed her way into his men's heads. "Ah, but I will give you a business proposal. Join me... or die?" Her yellow eyes glow as she probes into their heads.
Elena moaned as she woke up - her body covered in sperm, still wearing only her boots. She realised she was unshackled. She looked around and saw the man drinking and reading. Her body shuddered... as she looked around. She had a chance to escape. To take the man hostage, even kill him... it was too easy. It had to be a trap. Yes... she realised. It was a test. She found arm cuffs, put them on, crossed arms behind her back and locked her arms... She could not free herself, alone. She crawled to the man, knelt in front of him and took his dick into her mouth. He chuckled, as when he was erect enough, she saddled him and started ridding. Her breasts bouncing up and down. Test, it might be... but she wanted, needed to be fucked more. Hopefully, the man had more in store for her.
'My condolences on dying in the chaos,' Xavier smiled, 'You want to stay Ulie Reinhardt, or would you like to choose a new name? Are there any family members you'd want to inform about being alive in secret?' The admiral got on the ship intercom for a moment, calling the quartermaster, 'This is the admiral, arrange quarters on the officer deck for a woman, please. Have some clothes ready for her. Chief Medical Officer Sana can send you the measurements. And did we receive food from Byzantion station? If we did, inspect all of them for those aliens we encountered earlier. Take every precaution.' He then turned back to Ulie and the doctor, 'Do you still need something from her, Doctor, or can we release her?'
"Alright, you clearly want to become merchandise, then." Arnolf stands, reaching for a slugthrower pistol. His men don't move to help, but they don't assist Vizelle either.
The door slides open, and she sees her new master walk in, dressed in fine court garb. "Hmmp." He chuckles as he sees her. "It's time for you to leave, slave. I have business to attend to."
"Hold him down please." Vizelle cooed to her disciples, "Don't kill him though." She grins, leaving the leader to her boys, while she works on switching the thug's loyalties to her.
