Sextia cries out in pleasure with each strike, giving a wanton moan as she feels his cock, so much bigger than a normal man's, touch her naked skin. "Whatever you wish, master!" She cries. "Any part of me, just do it!" Despite her limited movement, she rubs her ass against him, impatient to feel him inside her.
Keeping the Golden Hand, and Lorena noted for later. Vizelle heads out, grabbing Verner's cheek, and giving him a deep kiss. Her tongue wrestling with his for a minute, before moving away, a bridge of saliva connecting their mouths. "Good boy." She whispered, "Now then, do return to your training." She added as she goes to meet with Jaya to check on her new troops.
"Against the Admiralty, against the Emperor, against the Empire." Dubernay shrugs. "Probably against himself, as well, for getting old. You know how it is, he's a grumpy old man who's realised that the galaxy has passed him by." She tilts her head. "As for how to bring him down, he has a strong team, but not an invincible one. A direct assault or assassination could do it. As for talking him down, you'd have to do that yourself."
Vizelle hears Verner breathe heavily after their kiss, and sees the way he looks at her. Clearly his interest in Omera hasn't dulled his feelings for the most important woman in his life - his mother. "Yes, mistress." He nods vigorously. Heading down, she sees that the marines have been directed by Jaya to establish defensive checkpoints at key locations: The turrets, the ship, the tower, and some locations of tactical import.
"Really? No one else could do it?" She asked sarcastically. She was doing too many combat-related tasks recently. Her order was not trained in those arts. Elena hummed. "Is he taking part in the organisation of triumph? We could lure him to the dreadnought under a presence of inspection..." She wondered.
Seeing the increased defenses, Vizelle nods with a smile. Leaving it to Jaya, she checks on Mary next.
Vladimir lined his cock up at the entrance to her pussy. "We'll try here first. I could feel it quivering in fear and I see it weeps in dread." He went slowly at first. While punishment he didn't want to cause her lasting injury, and if he speared into her he feared he'd split her in two. Her walls gripped him and he grunted in pleasure as inch after inch, slowly, agonizingly disappeared inside her. He struggled to control his own breathing, and he gritted his teeth in concentration to not ram into her with every ouch of his strength. She was tight, almost impossibly so, but considering his girth that was no surprise. He hoisted her higher with the chains so that her cunt was on level with his cock and it was easier to work his way inside her. Once he'd set her in place, he grabbed her hips and steadied his pace. It took him minutes, but eventually he sank as deep into her as he could go and he stayed like that for some time and allowed her to adjust to his size. Once he felt her walls begin to relax against him he started. Slowly at first, he would pull back so that only the head was inside her, but then he would sink back in as deep as she'd let him. This happened over and over and over again until his own humiliating need got the better of him. His tempo increased and his thrusts became more aggressive. He started breathing heavier, his breath hot on her back as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He started grunting as his cock grew in impatience. He could feel that agonizing pleasure build up in his ball sack and as his need increased so too did his speed. He was near snorting like a bull when he started hammering into her like a jackhammer. A hand gripped her throat while another molested her tits as his hips bucked against her ass. "I can feel it." he hissed at her "I can feel this damnedable need rising." The hand on her breasts left to yank her head back again by her hair. "Where do you want it?" he demanded, "Inside or out?"
"You can convince someone else to do it if you'd like." She shrugs. "My job is to get you information, not to tell you what to do with it." Dubernay pauses. "That's not a bad plan. I have contacts in the Admiralty who could give him that posting."
Sextia screams out as he enters her, and even bound and restrained, her training allows her to make their coupling feel divine, her already tight cunt squeezing down in just the right places to drive him mad with pleasure. As he makes her choose, the obedient guise falls away, and she demands "Inside! Let it all out inside me!"
Elena nodded. "Do so. We shall prepare the ship - the prize we captured for inspection. It will have to be done anyway." She sighed. "Anything else I should know?" She asked.
With one last grunt, Vladimir slammed into the slave woman and let loose a torrent of white hot cum inside her quivering wet hole. Vladimir groaned throughout blasting her inside with his sperm; he ejaculated with a force that may-as-well have been a fire hose. Sextia may well have be forced right off his cock had he not been holding her in place. His orgasm took what seemed like forever to subside, but after over a minute, his balls potent load diminished before ceasing entirely. He panted as he often did after a good battle, and unhooked Sextia from her restraints. His cock was still hard within her, but he carried them both to his cot where he collapsed onto it, she atop him. His massive arms wrapped around her protectively and his breathing slowed. "Now." he growled without malice. "Think about that the next time you fail to follow my instructions. More awaits you if you do."
The slave nestles comfortably against his broad chest. "Then I'll make sure to disobey next time, too." She giggles. "I think you like punishing me almost as much as I like to be punished, master."
She finds the posessed scientist making notes, as well as looking at some of the marines. "Ah, how may I help?"
"So. We found the cause of the disappearances. What do you plan to do now?" Vizelle asked in a curious tone.
Elena nodded and said her goodbyes as the woman disconnected. She then went to check on two - now fully brainwashed Van Dorn women. After making sure of their loyalty she had them disconnected from the machine and ordered them to kneel in front of her. That was a nice change of pace. "Tell me, how did you get the brainwashing machines?" She asked.
“Very well. Then I won't take any more of your time.” Eanne smiled back. “I need to go and speak with the Emperor anyway. I am sure he will be pleased to hear how things stand.” She got up, preparing to leave.
"You will do no such thing." he grumbled and slapped her ass again with his heavy hand. "You will obey me at all times woman, and show me the proper respect! Understood?" Her second comment troubled him deeply, not least because it rang true in his ears. He did enjoy punishing her. He enjoyed listening to her cries, and yelps, and moans, and grunts, and mewling. He enjoyed how her body quivered in fear at his touch, how her pulse quickened in terror in his presence, how her cunt wept in dread at his attention, how he drove the disrespectful words from her lungs when he fucked her, and turned her into an obedient and compliant servant! But she couldn't possibly enjoy his attention. She couldn't enjoy being disciplined by him. She couldn't enjoy how he split her hole open with his massive cock. She couldn't enjoy how her body convulsed and spasmed when he filled her with his seed. If she did that would defeat the purpose. No, it was just her disrespectful attitude again, her defiance, her insubordination. He would break her of such things, no matter how long it took. Clearly she needed another lesson. His balls were sated, but his cock was still hard and he started thrusting it inside her again. His arms held her tightly in place, and he began to move with purpose. If she needed another lesson so soon then he would pulverize her pussy, so much so that she would remember what he did to her and think twice about dishonoring him again!
"I am...unsure." She admits. "I'd assumed that when I'd discovered the mystery of this planet, I would abandon this body and move on, but now..." She bites her lip. "I've noticed the your disciples and the marines glancing at this body, or staring openly, in the same way that you did. It is a surprisingly...stimulating...experience. I think I may retain this form, and learn more about humans."
Mother and daughter alike kneel before their new mistress. "We bought them, mistress, from a black market trader. A man named Khan." Lady Van Dorn explains, bowing her head.
