The quartermaster notes down Xavier's requests, and tells him that they'll all be arranged soon. As for the food, he confirms that a small shipment was delivered a few hours ago, stating that he'll look into it. Ulie looks at Xavier in surprise."On the officer deck, sir? I-uh...thank you." She shakes her head. "Sure, I don't think anyone will come looking for me by name, since I'm 'dead'. No family, I'm from a hive world where people tend not to last long." Sana gives a slight nod. "She should have regular checkups, and not be allowed alone around any critical area, but yes, I see no medical reason to keep her here."
(Nah, it's fine. Hopefully my luck will improve later, when it matters...) Eanne blinked at the man's words and barely managed to stop herself from laughing out loud. Is this guy an idiot? “That... sounds acceptable, actually. But can I at least know the name of your... patron?” She asked politely as she used her telepathy to check if there are any other people nearby, just in case.
'I'm sorry to hear, no friends in the fleet either? Boyfriend, husband?' Xavier asked Ulie. He looked to Sana, 'Good, she'll have access to the non-critical areas. Are her clothes still useable?' He turned back to Ulie, giving her a smile, 'Are you hungry? The officer's mess is quite excellent if I may brag.'
Elena quickened her movements and arched as she felt hot sperm flooding her womb, making her climax. She breathed heavily, her brown hair hanging loosely, covering part of her face. She felt a collar being locked around her neck, then a leash attached to it. As her 'master' grabbed a leash and pulled, she followed behind him obediently. Her figure straight, her breasts pushed forward, her heels clicking as she catwalked behind him. They passed various crewmembers of the ship. She was a new trophy being presented. But she caught what he said. It was time for her to leave, because of his business - that did not mean she was set free. He might just move her to other places... or, she was indeed set free. "Are you taking me to place, I will be punished, Master~" She asked, her voice hot. "Will you give me to your crew to fuck? Or maybe a new torturer for practice and entertainment?" She licked her lips, seductively. She gently, and very carefully, tried to prod the man's mind.
Spoiler: Disciple Telepathy Roll D100: 60+15 (Order of Sorcerers)= 75 (Pass) Arnolf goes rigid, gun at his hip. Vizelle sees his muscles straining as he tries to move, but he stays put, restrained telepathically. It's far from permanent, but Vizelle judges that her disciples have done a good enough job to give her about a minute. Spoiler: Telepathy Roll D100: 41+15 (Order of Sorcerers)=56 (Minor Pass) She feels them growing closer to seeing her as their new leader, but not quite yet. They're still not hooked. Vizelle hears footsteps coming up the stairs to the VIP, behind her.
Haa. Really now, must be the drugs they're high on. Vizelle sighed inside her head, putting up a barier in case the footsteps were the slaver's back up. Meanwhile, she starts to bombard Arnolf's mind with both pleasurable, and frightening images to break his resistance to her probing.
Reaching out telepathically, she feels that it's just her and the six men for a fair distance around her. "Very well, come with us." The bearded man gestures for her to follow them to the end of the hallway, where a carriage awaits at an exit, probably having been positioned there to quickly stuff her into if she'd refused. Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100: 48+15 (Silver Spoon)= 63 (Pass) The leader looks at Eanne for a moment, before shrugging. "Duke Chernobog. We're in his service."
Ulie blushes slightly. "Err, um, no... There's never been any opportunities for that." Sana nods. "They've been decontaminated, so they stink, but they're safe to wear." Going behind a privacy screen, Ulie redons the clothes she was wearing before, which, as Sana stated, stink of chemicals. "Um, sure, some food sounds great right now. I should probably change and shower first, though, before I put people off their lunch." Ulie chuckles.
The crew leers at her as they walk through the ship. The man shakes his head. "No, you're being let out into the wild. If you'd like, though, you can come to my mansion later." He chuckles. Spoiler: Telepathy Roll D100: 38 (Fail)
Her thigh-high boots clicked as she walked behind the man, swaying her ass, her arms tied behind her back, her breasts bounced with each step. A mix of cum and sex juices dripped from her pussy, her nipples were hard, erect, her body covered in sweat and cum. She frowned. "Let out... into the wild?" She asked... that was a strange phrase of being released... Slap! "Ahm!" A moan escaped her as a random man passing her smacked her ass. It was a good thing because the moan masked a slight wince she had when her probe skitted along the man's mind.
'Let's get you to your new home then,' Xavier smiled at Ulie, after she had dressed, ignoring the smell and focusing more on how lovely she looked in that tight top. He looked to Sana, 'Thank you, doctor. I'll leave scheduling her appointments to you. I'll see you around.' Xavier took Ulie out of the med station and showed her a few parts of the massive ship while her quarters were being prepared. When they were ready,he headed to the officer's deck with her, going past his own quarters to her newly-assigned ones.
“I see... I'll be happy to meet the Duke – and his lovely daughters, if any of them are here.” Eanne replied with a smile as she followed the men to the carriage. She had no intention of trying to escape – if anything, this was an opportunity of sorts.
Spoiler: Telepathy Roll D100: 53+15 (Order of Sorcerers)=68 (Pass) She feels herself penetrating the slaver's mind, and knows that his will is caving before her. He still has his mind, but he grows far more pliable. Behind them, more thugs enter the room. "Oi, boss? Why you standin' round like that?" Turning, Vizelle sees three more thugs, looking in confusion at the odd situation, but since their friends aren't doing anything, they're not yet alerted to danger.
The master gives a hearty chuckle. "You're a paranoid one, aren't you? What, do you think I'm going to drop you on a jungle planet somewhere? Fun as that might be, no, I'm sending you back to your old life as a councillor. Only you'll be my eyes and ears in the Emperor's court, understood?"
"Ahm~" Elena moaned as her body shuddered. "Yes~ Master~" She replied hotly. "But, weren't you supposed to punish me?" She asked.
Ulie blushes slightly under his gaze, as Sana gives a bored nod of dismissal. Heading out, Ulie looks around wide eyed, seeming genuinely interested in the interior of a warship, since she's never been on the crew of anything larger than a patrol boat. After admiring her spacious new quarters for a few moments, she takes a long shower, before exiting the room, dressed in a proper naval uniform. He notes that the epaulettes signify a rank higher than Ensign, but that's a minor problem that can be dealt with, uniform mix ups happening all the time. She's also decided not to wear the skirt that was included, opting for some plain blue trousers. (Not really what I was going for, but it'll do, whatever.) Heading towards the officer's mess, the two of them smell the scent of fresh food, and Ulie's stomach growls a little. "Um.. Sir..." She looks at him. "I don't want to sound ungrateful, but... Why are you being so nice to me?"
A grunt is her only supply, as two men follow her into the carriage, sandwiching her in between them on the seat so that she can't make a break for it. The vehicle moves through the streets at an even pace, but when it comes to a stop, she finds that she hasn't reached her destination, by far. Instead, she finds a small but elegant flying craft waiting for her on a private pad. Eanne's 'escorts' lead her into the craft, which begins to lift off above the hubbub of the capital. The flight takes longer than expected. Chernobog has several elegant mansions in the city, amongst the most upscale residential districts, but for whatever reason, the craft doesn't stop at any of them, instead going further, outside of the lights of the ecumenopolis. Constantinopolis Secondus is covered mostly by one large sprawling city, but there are a few areas, dotted here and there across the globe, where nature has been left untouched. As the capital was an ice planet before being terraformed, these areas tend to be frozen, and this one is no exception. Eanne sees an elaborate mansion out her window, small for a man so rich as the duke, but untouched wilderness is so expensive on this planet that owning a large plot is a more impressive display of wealth than any palace. The craft touches down on the landing pad, and Eanne feels a chill as the doors open, revealing the Duke waiting for her in a large woolen coat. "Lady Eanne, an honour." He bows, and hands her a coat of her own. "Apologies for the manner of your invitation." He smiles, as though he'd not been ready to kidnap her.
Smiling as she molds their minds, Vizelle motions for her disciple to stand down. "Ah, your boss here was just surprised as he heard my business proposal. Weren't you, Arnolf?" She asked with a smile, turning to face the slaver, bombarding his mind with pleasure whenever he thought of obeying, and some rather unpleasant image whenever he thought of defiance.
He chuckles, before gripping her throat. "I didn't promise that. You demanded it. I don't take orders from you, understand?" He squeezes.
" "Er, uh, yeah. Piss off, boys, I'm talking business." The thugs shrug and walk away. "What the hell have you done, witch?" The slaver glares at Vizelle.
