The captain's voice comes out, muffled by the gag, but clearly making some kind of insult.
"You're...You're..." The man can't even finish his sentence, but he's more than able to oblige Yannika's request, letting forth spurt after spurt of hot cum deep within her body, before collapsing atop her. "...Divine..."
"You've nothing more to fear on that account." The voice chuckles. "You've destroyed all of the aliens. They were merely pawns in my plan. A plan which I've now decided to abandon. I've come across something far more interesting in you. I'll give you the assassin, the woman, and let you bring her home to your emperor as proof of your success. She means nothing at this point. What interests me more is what you plan to do now. What will you do with the knowledge that I exist? The others have seen the spheres, but only you truly understand their significance.
The captain flashes Elena a hateful look, but hangs her head. "S-Slavery..." She mutters.
The figure begins to step towards Vizelle, heavy boots rocking against the stones of the floor, and sending loud echoes across the mysteries space. "The weak serve the strong. I am stronger than you, so you will serve me, one way or another." The figure doesn't seem to be boasting or insulting her, just stating facts. "But if you were to serve me willingly, I would make you strong. Stronger than you could hope to ever achieve with your pathetic 'Order'."
When she felt the man's cock blast her womb with sperm Yannika came one final time. The then promptly collapsed on the floor panting in a pool of cum. The man who had just emptied his balls into her fell back and away from her too and a river of semen gushed out of her gaping pussy. The room was quiet for a long time while its occupants regained their strength and senses. Yannika was the last of course, so exhausted it took her half an hour to rise to a sitting position.
The woman is quickly and easily transferred. Restrained, she's unable to enact her escape plan. The sisters nod, silently agreeing to monitor the frequency.
Slowly, the men begin to stand and put their uniforms back on. "I-uh... That's a generous offer, my lady." The lieutenant says as he buttons his red coat. "We're with you. Just give the order."
Varrick takes her chin in his hand, lifting her head up to face him, the strange mask peering down at her. "I believe we will." He speaks now vocally, rather than telepathically, before letting her go and walking back to the throne. "I will give you the location of the killer. On her, you'll find evidence linking her to the attempted infestation of imperial ships, enough to present to your emperor in a tightly wrapped bow. Afterwards, use the sphere in your pocket, and we can discuss your future."
"Thank you Lieutenant." Yannika said gratefully. "Just give me a moment to collect myself and we shall depart."
"A service tunnel, ma'am, underneath the communications deck." Contacting Admiral Thrax, she finds that the man is still in his cabin. It doesn't necessarily mean that he's not the traitor, but he's not the one physically sending messages, at least.
Varrick isn't trying to hold her against her will, so after a moment of vertigo, Vizelle's mind returns to the spider cave. The positions of the various soldiers tells her that her conversation only lasted a few seconds, real time. Thinking, she finds a new memory in her head, of an office in the Logistics Corps Headquarters where the murderer can be found.
Heading outside to the rest of the barracks, Yannika realises that it's painfully obvious to everyone around what happened. The most common expression she sees among her guards and among the rest of the planetary defence soldiers isn't distaste, though, but hot envy. The troops are quickly mustered up, ready to do with whatever she wishes.