Spoiler: Examination Roll D100: 10 (Fail) Unfortunately, the speeder itself is clean. There's nothing there that could be used to identify Zakira's employer.
“Looks like we won't learn anything from the speeder, unless someone comes looking for it. Well, I guess it was a long shot...” Eanne sighed in disappointment at not finding anything. “Let's go see how Zakira is holding up...”
Spoiler: Zakira's composure Roll D100:32 Bec accompanies her boss back through the ship, into the brig. There, checking through a small peekhole in the cell door, Eanne sees that several guards are in the room with the captive, but instead of being knocked out like before, they're enjoying tormenting Zakira, who's in far less of a composed state than before. "Ughh... Aaah!" The mercenary moans, covered in sweat, with a puddle of her juices staining the floor beneath her, as the guards' rough hands join the constant stimulation given to her by the various sex toys. "Not so tough now, huh?" One of the guards laughs. "Let's see what else these fat udders are good for." Zakira opens her mouth to retort, but her response is drowned in an erotic moan as the men begin to use her breasts for their own pleasure. "You...ugh...really thought you could stop Bec and the boss? Heh." The lead guard taunts, as he begins to use Zakira's breasts. "You're lucky the boss is being easy on you." Again, the constant stimulation prevents Zakira from doing much but moaning.
Eanne smirked as she saw what was happening. Good... very good. Let's see if her mental defenses are still holding... Letting the guards have their fun the noblewoman tried to use her Telepathy to read the would-be kidnapper's mind and search for any useful info.
"Oho? Not going to offer me a room?" Vizelle cooed, "Not that I mind anyway." She hummed as the pink-haired woman approached. The sorceress turns to face her, "Mmh." Mewling as the courtesan started touching her, Vizelle leans in to kiss Sett. Sending a sudden jolt of psionic pleasure toward her.
Spoiler: Eanne's Telepathy Roll D100: 83 Spoiler: Zakira's Mental Defence Roll D100:68-15 (Sexual Stimulation)=53 Reaching out, Eanne feels a wave of satisfaction as she bypasses Zakira's mental defences without the woman even noticing. Suddenly, the room goes dark, as she finds the memory she's looking for. ------------------------------------ "That'll be extra." Eanne, from the perspective of Zakira in the past, says offhandedly, swigging a glass of wine. Around her is an elegant dining chamber, probably in some noble's mansion. "Hmm?" She hears a voice from behind her. Zakira's senses are finely tuned, and Eanne is keenly aware of where the person behind her is situated, ready to move if the person tried to attack. Strange, they almost sound like... "Fine." The voice says gruffly. "I'll pay your fee, just get Eanne here, unharmed." Recognition dawns on Eanne as the voice speaks again, and it's confirmed as the man walks into Zakira's vision. Eanne recognises her uncle, the very same one who supposedly died at the hands of a pirate raiding force. A quick search of Zakira's memories reveals that this event is occuring after the man's supposed death. "And keep away from my daughter, woman!" He snarls. "I can't deny that those pictures of you with my wife were...alluring, but my daughter is off limits!" He narrows his eyes as Zakira gives a smirk. "I'm serious! Once Eanne is captured, and her whore mother is in my bed, where she belongs, my daughter will be heir to Samodiva. It's not proper for her to be seduced by vagabonds!" Zakira smirks. "That'll be extra, too." As her uncle goes red, Eanne feels herself returning to the real world.
Lorena chuckles. "Somehow, I imagined that privacy wasn't a requirement for you. I can leave if you'd prefer, of course." Sett moans into the kiss, sucking on Vizelle's tongue as the jolt runs through her body. Not to be outmatched, the pink haired girl reaches out to touch the sorceress, her fingers stimulating pleasure zones Vizelle didn't know she had.
"Mmmh. Well, if you aren't expecting anyone else. I wouldn't mind letting you watch. Aahn." Vizelle moaned, replying with a grin. Shuddering as Sett touches her sensitive body, "Aaahn. Lovely. Glad to see you're as skilled as I hoped." She cooed, licking her lips. She then returns the favor, letting the prostitute experience pleasure only a psionic can give.
"We aim to please." She grins, enjoying the feeling of the psionic pleasure, before undressing, giving Vizelle a lecherous look. "Would you like to be in charge, or should I?" She grins.
"Wonderful." Vizelle licks her lips, as she removes her dress. Revealing her semi-transparent leotard, and how her nipples are already straining against the fabric. And upon hearing her question, the sorceress grins. "Fufu. How about we make things interesting then?" She hummed, looking at Lorena. "I trust you have a coin, yes?" She asked as she conjured a collar. "Heads, this collar goes around Sett's neck. Tails, and it goes around mine."
I see... uncle has A LOT of explaining to do... Eanne frowned as she went over the memory a second time. Opening the door Eanne entered the cell. “Don't mind me, boys, keep going.” She told the guards before they could even attempt to stop what they were doing, then looked at Zakira. “Question: How much will you get paid when you bring me to your employer? I'm really curious how much this mysterious person thinks I am worth...”
Spoiler: Coin Toss D2: 1 Lorena nods, taking out a fancy gold coin and flopping it. "Heads." She announces with a smirk.
The guards jump in surprise, but grin as their boss lets them keep at it. "M-oooh... 100...ugh...thousand..." Zakira moans out while under the relentless assault. "P-Plus 50...to keep you u-unharmed...ooh!" Her head rocks back as she draws ever so close to orgasm.
"Fufu." Vizelle grins, locking the collar around Sett's neck. "Now then." She hummed, conjuring a leash, which she attaches to the collar's d-ring. "Let's just how good you are at serving." The sorceress cooed, pulling the collar, forcing the courtesan to kneel in front of her. "Why don't we start with a show of loyalty?" She grins, straightening her stocking-clad leg toward Sett. "Lick. You may even remove my boots if you wish." She ordered. And as the courtesan began to lick her boots, Vizelle uses her psionic powers to make Sett feel as feathers are being used to draw circles around her areolas.
“Only 150 thousand? Am I really worth so little, or is this a veiled insult?” Eanne wondered aloud. “Instead of trying to kidnap me you should have come to me and offered to sell out your employer – I would have paid you more for the information. Too late for that now, though.” She shook her head. “Anything else you want to share with me?”
Sett slides down to her knees, eagerly licking Vizelle's boots, and then her feet, her tongue working every last inch.
"I-I don't...ugh!" She moans lewdly. "B-Betray my clients...gods!" She cries out as one of the guards begins to tease her cunt. "E-Even for a...ugh...hot slut like you..." At the question, she manages to muster up a grin. "Y-Yeah... I'm going to...screw your mother..." She chuckles, though the act of defiance is short lived, cut off by another moan.
"Aahn. Very good." Vizelle moaned, letting out hint os of how sensitive to pleasure her body truly is. "Mmh. And good pets deserve a reward." She cooed, spreading her legs, letting Sett see her drench, leotard covered crotch.
"Mmmh, beautiful..." Sett grins. "Not too often I get a client sexy enough to work here herself, mistress." She begins kissing her way up Vizelle's thighs, before pulling aside the leotard and expertly licking at Vizelle's lower lips, sliding upwards to uncover the witch's clit.
“Funny, I thought your client wants my mother for themselves...” Eanne raised an eyebrow. “Speaking of my female relatives, I heard that you seduced and fucked my aunt. Got any videos or pictures from time?” She watched carefully Zakira's reaction to the question.
