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This Story Series Features groups of various kinds, MFM, FFM, MM, FF Sex, and Intense BDSM themes at times, but if you are looking for wall-to-wall sex, look elsewhere, you have to get through a lot of story to get to your sex. ;)

As always, if you are not of legal age to read adult stories, well, don't read this one. All characters here that resemble my friends, and others, are used with permission.

I have decided to post the entire incomplete story so far, with the hopes that this will get me motivated to go the rest of the way with the story. This is RAW, barely edited storyline, so please forgive the obvious mistakes.

This chapter is sort of a transitional chapter, which means a bit more time spent on the sex, hope you enjoy.

If anyone wishes to work with me on this, I would welcome the help!

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Chapter 6

"Now what did you do wrong that time?"

A groan slipped from her lips as Samantha's eyes blinked open slowly, to see the (in her mind at least) rather smug look of the captain above her. Samantha, as she ascertained her body inventory, was flat on her back on a training mat in the Dreamer's small gym area. She blinked and looked around at the various crewmembers around the mat. Some of them had amused looks, others looked even more smug then the captain, while others had sympathetic looks as they watched.

Laying flat on her back was a position Samantha was quite familiar with by this point. The _Dreamer_was in some kind of secret dry-dock, undergoing some kind of refits to do something which the captain was not telling her, someplace she wouldn't hint at, with a goal somehow related to what she learned from Garg on the weapons' trading platform. That left them all with quite a bit of time on their hands, and so the Captain took it on her to give Samantha some training so she wouldn't be "as useless as a _Felem_out of gravity," whatever that meant.

At first, Samantha found she was able to hold her own quickly against almost any member of the crew, with almost any weapon they chose...at least after a match or two. Her computer assisted brain picked up their techniques quickly, and though she may be clumsier, she could almost always predict their movements so well she was taking the majority of matches.

At least until the Captain made her turn off her systems...

N'Tanya leaned against a simple staff, made out of a lightweight but sturdy polymer. She tried to put on an impassive look, but Samantha could see the quirk of a smile at the corner of her lips.

"You're too fast," Samantha started the familiar complaint, "I don't know what to do, or even what I'm looking at when I see you doing things like that, I can't figure out what the counter is."

N'Tanya shook her head slightly and offered Samantha a hand. Samantha took it gratefully and regained her feet, wincing at the new sore spot that no doubt would be a nice fresh bruise from N'Tanya's last knockdown...

Samantha also bent down and picked up her weapon. A forearm length stun baton, rather like the one used on her before.

"Also...why did you give me this shorter weapon? Your staff is too big; I can't get inside to use my baton on you..."

"As to the second question, that one is easy. Fights are rarely fair, so you need to be able to use any weapon against any other weapon out there. Considering your experience, using a weapon that can potentially disable your opponent through one touch seems like a better idea than any other."

She smirked,

"And to the first, why are you spending any time tryiing to figure out the counter to anything? If you're fighting someone hand-to-hand, you are rarely given the luxury of figuring out what they are doing. You have only time to react, and sometimes that means turning this off," with that, N'Tanya tapped Samantha on the head with the tip of the staff. She smirked, though there was a smile behind the gesture, "Whatever advantage that wiring gave you up there, you still need to work good fighting habits, techniques, and practice into your very muscles and bones...it is called "muscle memory" for a reason, is it not?"

Samantha frowned, especially at the low murmur of laughter from the pair's audience at the lecture. N'Tanya quirked an eyebrow, but didn't say anything about it, which made Samantha blush deeply.

It didn't help that most of the crew couldn't understand what they were saying, since they were both talking in Samantha's language. With the neural wiring turned off, all the language comprehension it built up turned off as well.

Samantha shook her head, N'Tanya still leaned casually on the staff; with a determined look Samantha took up a fighting stance. N'Tanya didn't even bother changing her pose, she just looked on with interest as Samantha tried to figure out the other woman's form.

Samantha circled the Captain, baton held loosely in her hand as she was taught ("keep it secure, but don't hold it with a deathgrip, you don't want to break a finger or two because you're too attached to your weapon when someone decides to divest you of it,") while she tried to see the best place to attack.

The problem was, from her standpoint, it looked like everything was an opening in N'Tanya's fighting stance. She practically used the staff as a support as she leaned against it, feet crossed, arms in casual position. She shook her head and with a moment's hesitation tried stepping in, while she jabbed the baton forward, hoping to catch N'Tanya in the center of the back.

Then the captain moved; she twisted around the staff in a way that might be more appropriate in a strip club then in a fight, but which somewhat took her out of Samantha's path. She then slipped the staff almost negligently between Samantha's legs and twisted it, throwing her off balance and pitching her forward onto the mat once more, face-first this time. Samantha did manage to maintain some semblance of control though and rolled through the fall. She grimaced as she took the roll hard on her shoulder, but she also struck out with the baton and actually managed to land a nice smack on N'Tanya's calf.

She ended up on her back again flat and arms spread out, panting and looking up at an upside down Captain, but there was a great big grin on her face as the captain leaned against the staff for real this time, one leg obviously gone numb from the strike from the baton.

"And if all else fails, play dirty, right?" Samantha asked as she watched N'Tanya rub vigorously at her leg.

"Yes...I suppose so," N'Tanya smiled suddenly in return, "and if you're going to get hit...give as good as you get, one lesson you've picked up at least."

Samantha nodded and groaned, suddenly feeling the ache in her shoulder where she rolled wrong, "there's a lot to give back..." she sighed, and took N'Tanya's offered hand to begin all over again.

*

"You must be improving, you're ending up with far fewer bruises and contusions lately," Sires tsked as she looked over Samantha in the medical bay.

Samantha winced as the dragon-shaped female poked and prodded the more sensitive bruises; she also blushed a bit as part of the routine post-fight medical examinations involved her wearing little more than her panties. Many of the crew had no problems with casual nudity (especially the non-humanoid ones,) but she still couldn't get used to the concept...besides, most of the crew wore clothes in public spaces. She sighed as she mentally nudged the systems, but didn't deaden the sensations from the bruisers. The captain found her doing that once, and showed her exactly why it was a bad idea. Her object lesson required a 3 day stay in the med-bay regenerating several dislocated joints. As she brought the computer back online she slowly reintegrated the enhanced feeling of having more in her head as the system came back up.

"Mmpph, not fast enough...it always seems like she's disappointed in my progress."

The whining was obvious, even to her, and Samantha winced at the rather indulgent smile that crossed Sires' muzzle.

"Oh, I doubt that...if she truly thought you were a lost cause she wouldn't be training you at all...she'd pass you off to Rakarra, or someone else."

Sires rubbed a cream over one of the particularly dark bruises, pressing in such a way that drew a wince out of Samantha,

"The bruises mean she thinks you're worth it, as contrary as that might sound."

Sires gave a toothy grin and a flick of her tail, which Samantha knew meant amusement, though she was briefly distracted as the medic's fingers slid under her breast to get at a bruise there along her ribs. She ducked her head to hide a flush at the sensation, then inwardly sighed as she realized just how sensitive she was being, not to mention how long since her last time she had a willing partner in her bed.

Sires finished rubbing the bruises lightly and wiped her hands off with a towel. She cocked her head to the side in a way that reminded Samantha a little of a cockatoo she had when she was a child, though in the bird it meant it was curious and wondered if what it was looking at was food...she briefly wondered what it meant for the medical officer.

"Now that I've taken care of your muscles, let's talk about your head a bit."

Sires gave a toothy smile and tapped Samantha on her head,

"Tell me more about what you've discovered about those little implants you've got going inside you, hmm?"

Samantha nodded and shrugged on her shipboard jumpsuit before she hopped down off the medical bed. The two of them walked over to a table, where Sires set two cups earlier full of a steaming liquid that functioned as close to coffee as they could get. It had a mildly stimulant effect, and the chocolaty, herby, tea-like flavor was growing on Samantha. She took a sip as she sat down and considered what to say,

"Well....I still can't get a look at how it works, if that's what you're asking," Samantha started slowly, at Sires's nod, "I keep trying to sort of try umm, probe the systems in my head, but when I try, it just sort of...reroutes the query to a general status report of my body."

"Interesting," Sires said thoughtfully, "do you think that's a security system? You're not supposed to be able to investigate the systems perhaps?"

"I don't know about that really...it's almost like the machines don't consider themselves a 'thing' separate from me. It would be like you trying to ask your heart consciously what it's like to pump blood, and would you please tell me what you look like?"

Sires nodded again, "I've been thinking about that, and after checking with the captain, I would like to try something, if it's ok with you?"

"What do you want to do?"

Sires stood and walked over to one of the worktables at the side of the medical bay. She came back with a small hand-held device, with several probes dangling from wires attached to the device. Samantha shifted nervously as she looked at them and then up to Sires.

"When you first arrived here, as you remember, we plugged you into our Pilot's diagnostic chair. The results were...not something we want to duplicate, obviously,"

Samantha nodded hesitantly,

"We also thought that we burnt out all of the implant jacks that connected you to the ship's systems. Well, it turns out we were not entirely right about that. The jacks are still there, and it looks like they are physically still connected to the systems in your head, but it looks like the implants severed the logical systems as sort of a self-preservation system."

"Ok, so what do you want to do with that," Samantha looked skeptically at the device, and almost unconsciously reached back and ran her fingertips over the jack ports that flanked her spine on her neck.

"This is something that Dunner and I worked on; it's a very low powered, passive mapping device and sample device for the implant materials. With your permission I would like to plug this in and take a logical and physical map of the systems in your head....as I've shown you in scans we've done the circuitry seems to have integrated quite fully with your neurology, enough so that we can no longer see the finest connections. This should give us that, and maybe even a way into the circuitry's "programming"."

Samantha blinked, "Aren't you afraid that the same thing will happen this time, like it did the first time?"

Sires shook her head, "last time you were hooked into ship systems, you could draw on the ship's entire power systems as your implants did...well, whatever they were doing. This device has very limited power...I also hope that now that you are fully conscious and aware of your systems that you will be able to suppress the effect."

Samantha nodded hesitantly, "I think...I think I want to try it...what do you need me to do?"

Sires took a drink, "Well, first let's finish your drink, then we plug this into your implants, and hopefully we find out what makes you tick...apparently quite literally," Sires continued with a little parted-muzzle grin, before she gestured where Samantha was nervously tapping the tabletop.

Samantha jerked at the unconscious gesture, and then smiled sheepishly before she also took a drink, while Sires looked on, tail swishing merrily.

*

Samantha tried to breathe slowly as she lay on the medical bed and suppressed the shiver at the chill that all medical beds seemed to carry with them, regardless of the temperature of the room. It didn't help that she was effectively nude once again, since that exposed all of the jacks down the back of her skull and along her upper spine. Her spare panties did little to protect her from the chill surface either. She squirmed just a little bit as she tried to find a comfortable position.

"Samantha, for your protection, and possibly for ours, I am going to restrain you, all right?"

Sires was obviously trying to sound soothing, and Samantha nodded hesitantly,

"We don't think you should have any reaction, but we want to be sure."

"I understand," Samantha continued with a deep breath.

She closed her eyes as she heard the click as Sires pulled runners of some rubbery substance. Each strip went across her body, first over her shoulders, then her hips, then her ankles. A couple more wrapped around her wrists and attached to the table itself. They weren't anything like any "cuffs" Samantha would have thought to use, but when she shifted and pulled against them lightly she felt them stretch just slightly before the elastic ran out of 'give' for her to really get any movement out of them. She licked her lips nervously,

"I...this is going to be ok...right?"

Sires was suddenly in front of her, where she could see through the table's face-hole, and even Sires could see the look of concern on her face,

"Believe me when I saw I will do nothing to intentionally harm you Samantha. I don't know exactly what is going to happen, but if you feel anything going wrong...tell me and we'll stop immediately, ok?"

Samantha nodded as little as she could,

"O...ok, I trust you."

Sires gave another nod and slipped out of sight. Samantha could hear her moving, and then a few moments longer she felt the slight pressure, then the 'click' as the first of the probes seated into place in her implants. She focused on her internal systems for a moment, but couldn't feel anything different as Sires quickly plugged the various probes into the sockets all along her spine. It was an interesting feeling, feeling the wires brush her skin as she shifted, but nothing more.

"I'm going to turn the hand-held on now," Sires said in the same calm voice.

Samantha gulped and nodded as she tensed on the table...there was a moment's pause and then...Samantha became aware of a new sensation penetrating through her mind.

It started slowly enough, with a slight shiver that seemed like almost a muscle twitch, but inside the recesses of her brain. She concentrated on the feeling of...wrongness that it brought along with it.

"Interesting," muttered Sires above her.

Samantha wasn't sure "interesting" was the feeling she had at that point, by then the sensation of a shiver had shifted into the feeling of something crawling around along all of her neural pathways. It felt like her thoughts had ants crawling all over them, examining them inside and out. She gritted her teeth a moment,

"It...it feels wrong..." She panted out as she tried to squirm, though the bed restraints kept her from moving too far.

"Hold on if you can Samantha....this device is recording a lot....this thing in your head looks a lot more complicated than we thought even so far."

Samantha nodded and clenched her jaw against the growing sense of crawling through her head. The neural systems seemed almost aware of the probe as well, and Samantha became conscious of the fact that her internal systems were conflicted in response. One protocol wanted to push back, reject the probe and burn it out of their systems.

The other wanted to integrate the intruder's power into her systems and perform some other function. She could almost see that other function; it was a pinpoint of darkness inside her mind, attached to her systems in a way she didn't understand.

She could feel the two system protocol's fighting, and she realized that she was starting to spasm a little, her teeth chattering as the systems fought,

"Samantha...Sam! Can you hear me? Just a moment longer!"

Samantha groaned and delved into herself, she engaged the defensive protocol. It reached out, and she could almost see in her head the layout of the handheld system as part of her own, but separate. Without even consciously willing it, the defensive protocol sent out control signals back through the sensor probes that engaged the handheld's capacitors. With a sudden, groaned spasm she felt them all overload, and the part of her still connected with the real world heard the pop and snap as the device blew out, coupled with the acrid scent of ozone.

Samantha heard the clatter as Sires dropped the probe device and she felt the very odd feeling as the medic ripped the probes out of the jacks through her skull.

Samantha tried holding onto awareness, but with the intense stimulation ended, she suddenly felt her muscles sag against the bed and consciousness fled.

*

"Sires, you told me there wouldn't be any risk to ship or to the girl with your tests, so why is she laying insensible on one of your medical beds right now?"

The captain sounds...angry? She doesn't usually sound angry, why would she be angry?

Samantha could feel herself coming up and out of the darkness of her head. Slowly the world impinged on her senses, including a growing awareness of a dull ache, different then her workout ache, that seemed like it permeated her every muscle and bone.

"N'Tan....Captain, you told me I could work with your cousin to work on finding out more, since they've had no luck on their end...I'm using his data, and thought I took appropriate precautions."

N'Tanya sighed, and Samantha found she was awake enough she could definitely sense something else there...was that concern in her voice?

"Sires, we can't just treat her like a test animal, she's still basically a young girl, and she's going to trust what you tell her, good or ill."

"I'm well aware of her age," Sires snapped back, and Samantha wondered again at the tones between the two other women. They were angry, but at each other, at her...at something that might happen to her?

"I'm also well aware of what you had to deal with when you were younger, and I do not see her in the same way. She is not a test animal; she is my patient, at the very least. She wanted to help, and I thought we might get more information with her input."

"Hey...the patient is awake...and she wants a word too..."

It ached a bit to talk, but an attempt let her know her body worked. She confirmed that by opening her aching eyes. She was still in sickbay, Sires and N'Tanya stood at the side of the bed, facing each other. Samantha thought they definitely looked a bit upset. She licked her lips, and quickly Sires brought a small bottle to her side with a straw.

"Here, drink this, it should help."

Samantha nodded and took a small sip of a tart liquid that almost immediately spread relaxing warmth through her muscles.

"Much better," she then looked at N'Tanya, "Captain, I volunteered to do the test. I want to know as much as I can about this stuff in my head too...but what do you mean that her cousin isn't having any luck?"

Sires turned her head, and her tail twitched a little in a way Samantha was starting to recognize as 'nervous'. The two women looked at each other before N'Tanya sat on the edge of the bed and lightly brushed a few hairs away from Samantha's eyes.

"My cousin has been trying to find out as much about the other sleepers and their implants as they can. Unfortunately, they have had little success," her voice changed a little at that point, turned harder as she continued, "their testing machines have been unsuccessful at analyzing the implants. They blow out anything that they plug in, short of a system hooked directly into shipboard power...and after our experience with that; they are not ready to go that far yet." She sighed, "My people tend to have less...respect for other species as a whole, they've even gone so far as to dissect a few of the sleepers that conveniently had failing sleep chambers...not that they've found anything more."

Sires nodded, "It seems the implants are partially biological...and when their, I guess host is what you'd call it, dies, the implants go completely inert."

Samantha looked from one to the other, "Wait...they _ dissected_ the others?! Without even waking them up?"

N'Tanya nodded slowly, "Yes...you deserve that much truth. Not all of them...two, maybe three different individuals of different races, then when they found the implants stopped working, they stopped."

"That's horrible! Why would they do that?"

Lowered eyes, a sigh, "Because it's something new, it's something highly advanced, and apparently it's something exceedingly dangerous. All governments are really the same, when it comes down to it...they want an advantage over everyone else, and as soon as something new shows up, they have to steal it, understand it so they can control it, or destroy it."

Sires looked to Samantha, "That's why I wanted to work with you on this; you're the only one awake that we know of with these implants. I thought you might be able to control the reaction," he tail gave a quick swish behind her, "and you were! At least much longer than any of the unconscious patients were able to...we actually managed some readings from you before you blew out the machine."

Samantha licked her lips, and then realized she was still holding he drink and took another sip, "so what did you find out then," she asked with a look to Sires.

Sires looked to N'Tanya and following a nod passed a pad over to Samantha. A quick look over it revealed quite a lot of garble about neurocircuitry and biology way above anything she'd encountered in her school days.

"Well..." Sires started, "it looks like Dalarin's people are right...the circuitry in your head is organic, at least somewhat. There also seem to be...two strands of the circuitry. One strand has DNA from something we don't recognize, it's foreign, but it looks like it might have been the original circuitry we thought we burned out when we plugged you in the first time. It's reaching parts of your brain and spinal cord I've only seen before in the implants in our pilot."

Samantha nodded as she looked over the pad, one of the diagrams looked like a picture of her brain. It looked like there were two webs of circuitry infiltrated throughout in two different colors. She shuddered as she considered that this invasion was inside her head as Sires continued.

"The other circuitry is doing a lot of criss-crossing over your hemispheres, those strands I think grew in response to the original shock we gave you...and it seems like it's mostly integrated your DNA in its organic components. So...well, it's as much a part of you now as your actual synapses, but it also looks like it's speeding the connections and doing quite a bit of processing as well." Sires patted Samantha's hand, "You might be able to tell us a lot more about what that part is doing."

Samantha blinkblinked, "But you still haven't told me what it was supposed to do originally," she realized and tossed the pad to the side, burying her face in her hands. As she did, she reached internally once again and tried...futilely to get to the machinery inside her head...again, she could separate out and catalogue almost every memory, sensation, reaction, but she couldn't reach the machine itself.

"We just don't know," Sires tried quietly, "we all think it has to do with Dreamspace...but beyond that there just isn't enough information for us to guess. I'm going to send this information to their people...maybe it will give them more directions for them to research."

Samantha looked up to N'Tanya, "My people...they're still doing this though, right? Putting these implants in all sorts of people, doing whatever they're doing?"

N'Tanya nodded in return, "We have to guess so, losing you and the others might even speed things up for them, they know you are in others' hands by now, or at least, they have to assume so."

"But you're going to do something about it...aren't you?"

N'Tanya smiled grimly, the same smile she showed at the weapon depot before she set her 'example' to the crew there, "Oh yes...I'm definitely going to do 'something' about it."

"Soon?"

"Soon."

*

"Quite a risk to tell her what we did to the others, wasn't it cousin? She might have refused to help any further."

N'Tanya shrugged as she shifted back in her chair, considering Dalarin's expression as the two of them conversed over the light-years only quantum communication could allow. She thought she caught a hint of a regretful look on his face, but he otherwise was as carefully composed as he was when she sent over the information Sires accumulated from their brief experiment on the human girl.

"Unlike you cousin, I don't withhold information that I think someone should know. You're treating those beings like they are some kind of biological commodity...I thought you were better than that, then the other families Dal."

She didn't hide the disdain in her voice, while she idly twirled a very thin dagger between her fingers. It was a deliberate gesture; the gems on the handle matched their house and were a...reminder of sorts for both of them.

"You know I didn't want to do that cousin, but we were getting nowhere, and we needed more information as quickly as possible. It turns out, after making some...discrete inquiries through my various contacts in other governments that the mysterious human ships might have been active for longer than we thought. There are some...patterns of disappearances we cannot ignore given the new information and our data from what we salvaged from the ships."

N'Tanya set the blade point-first on the desk and looked curiously at Dalarin,

"How long?"

"Several years at least...perhaps longer," he replied, while N'Tanya tried to suppress her surprise. "There are some fragments of reports from a few species that don't make a lot of sense unless you have encountered their ships...unverified attacks by ships of overwhelming force, debris fields along known solar insertion arcs that have shall we say a...distinctive radiation signature. Most of the races attacked dismissed them as pirates and raiders, but no one was caught..."

"Is it really that bad cousin?"

Dalarin looked down, then back up to N'Tanya, even across the light-years something in his gaze that made her straighten in her seat,

"It's worse...even if we discount half these reports, we're talking a possible fleet that's been out there for as many as 10 cycles, with the ability to appear, annihilate their opponents, and leave again without anyone the wiser, and they are hitting every Dreamspace capable race within a hundred light-years of the core-systems."

"And no one's noticed? How could that happen?"

Dalarin shrugged,

"All of the attacks are scattered, no one race is getting singled out, or they are hitting races without political representation...and of course, no one talks about seemingly random bandit attacks with Tethian weapons, they just try and hunt down the pirates so they can claim the weapons for their own. Speaking of...how goes your investigation into that?"

N'Tanya nodded at the change in topic,

"I have my own leads, and in fact I have a system that I think deserves a special visit...once the refit is done."

Dalarin smirked, "How's the old hull treating you, then?"

"Don't let Kagi hear you calling it that...and she still can outrun and outmaneuver anything your fleet can offer," N'Tanya started proudly, "though it's been a while since she's had to be this...armed. It almost feels unnatural to be going somewhere not to steal things."

"Working for the greater good of the family and the mighty council, who would have ever thought we'd see that from you?"

"It's not for you," she snapped in response, "the council can burn for all I care, but these beings, these people are getting kidnapped and used by people with far too much power for their own good...I do care about that."

"Ahhh," he replied in an amused voice, "so my darling cousin is off on a crusade then...I shall have to tell everyone to get out of the way."

"You should...at that," she replied with a predatory grin before she disconnected the communication.

*

A door chime woke Samantha from her restful doze. After the intense session in the medical bay Sires had given her another cup of the rejuvenating drink, and told her to relax somewhere out of the way. Since the cabin was really the only place to 'get away' it seemed the appropriate place, especially since most of the rest of the crew, when not working on the refits, seemed to be spending their time finding as many different ways and places to rut away their recreation hours. There was also a startling lack of modesty from many, especially in the 'recreation' areas, and Samantha had almost run to her room blushing following a few of the things she saw when she walked in on a few...particularly enthusiastic crewmates.

She sighed and reminded herself not to think about it too much, seeing that it just made things even more tense, before she reached over and hit the control that opened the door to her chamber.

"Yes...come in?"

She glanced over, and to her surprise saw the figure of the ship's pilot framed in the doorway.

She'd never met Kagami in the flesh before, but the idea of a bipedal fox was not really off the mark for their race. They were lean, with narrow, pointed muzzles and perked ears. Kagami had the traditional three prehensile tails of her people, covered in a bottlebrush of fur. Her fur color was sort of a dark brown, fading to reddish brown, and then red at her fingertips and the tips of her tail. The female wasn't wearing much though, just a simple one-piece dress that hung off her shoulders and formed a simple slip over her feminine body.

"Ummm...hello, is there something I can do for you?"

Kagami tilted her head to the side, and Samantha squirmed as she felt the female almost...examining her.

"Perhaps...but I think it is more accurate that there may be something I can do for you, may I come in?"

Samantha nodded and shifted up to a sitting position,

"Yes, please do...but what do you mean you may be able to do for me?"

Kagami slipped gracefully over to a seat next to the bed, moving as though she barely touched the floor before she sat down.

"I believe that perhaps I can give you some more insight into the implants that occupy you now."

Samantha perked up, "Really? How?"

"The captain, her cousin, even Sires I believe are missing something of the point in how they are examining the others, and you. They seem to think that if they probe the implants, essentially probe your very brain, they can somehow open you up and you will tell them all your secrets. I think that perhaps they are forgetting that the implants are you...and how would they react if someone stuck a particularly big probe up their rectal cavity? For that is rather the level of intrusion, is it not?"

Samantha giggled a little and nodded,

"Maybe not the words I would have used, but yes...when they tried to scan the implants it felt like...."

"A violation?"

"Yes...I think that's it."

"Mmmm...perhaps then you might consider my approach then?"

Kagami held up another small box, this one had jacks built into it, and it was obviously meant to fit in the ports on the back of her neck. Samantha couldn't help it and cringed back a bit,

"What is that?"

"It is nothing...it is sort of a game. When I was first becoming acclimated to my implants, it was a way to get used to the idea of something 'else' acting as part of my body. It is entirely receptive, it is build so that a pilot can use their implants to manage all of the box's functions and explore the features."

Samantha took the box hesitantly and turned it over in her hands,

"Aren't you afraid I will damage it?"

"If so, we will learn something else. My folk are not particularly sentimental," she smiled lightly, and Samantha thought she picked up a hint of mischievousness in the look. "From what I've seen and heard, the worst that may happen is you will burn it out...as it does not truly have enough power to do much else. It might even be good to do so in your more vulnerable, receptive state. Will you try it?"

Samantha looked to the box, and then back up to the Pilot, before she nodded hesitantly, "Yes...please...anything to help me learn more about this thing inside me. What do I do first?"

"First, you try and relax and clear your mind, do your people do any kind of thought exercise, something like meditation perhaps?"

Samantha shook her head, "I knew other people that did, but I never got into it really."

Kagami hmmed and nodded, before she gestured to the bed, "May I join you?"

Samantha blushed at the sudden question, but nodded, "Y...yes you may."

Kagami slipped up onto the somewhat narrow bed and quickly arranged herself into something that might have been a lotus position, had she closed her legs entirely. Instead, she gestured towards Samantha, "Please, come here then and sit against me, facing away. We are going to try and quiet your mind, so you can focus on our task."

Samantha nodded hesitantly, moved forward, and joined the furred crewmember on the bed. She shifted around and somewhat hesitantly scooted back until she could see Kagami's legs on either side of her.

"Now now, I said against me, did I not," the Kzinsne commented in a tone that Samantha thought definitely sounded amused.

Before she knew it, Kagami's lithe legs wrapped around her waist and hands grabbed her under her arms, and the deceptively strong female pulled Samantha back until she felt the warmth and curves of the other female press against her back. She swore she blushed red all the way to the tips of her ears, but could only open and close her mouth a couple of times.

"We need you to relax young female...not be tense like a springleaf. We need you to be more like flowing water, willing to go with whatever curves and flows the universe sends you. Close your eyes please and concentrate on your breathing, I want you to just focus on that, be conscious of each inhale and exhale as a function of your body...which is just as much a machine as the new wiring in your head."

Samantha nodded slightly and closed her eyes. She tried focusing on her breathing, the rise and fall of her chest, the feeling of the air entering her nose. She found it came to her remarkably easily; she could picture each expansion of her lungs as it filled with the shipboard air and then pushed it out again. It didn't take much, after working with the new circuitry, for her to picture her lungs as just another machine, something mechanical, regular...just doing its job of moving air as her body needed it. She slowly felt muscles relax she didn't even know were stressed as she sank deeper into the focus of her breathing.

"Good," Kagami's voice seemed to come from quite a ways away, Samantha realized.

She didn't even flinch when firm fingers pressed to the base of her skull, on either side of the implant jacks. They pressed into the muscles and worked at knots she'd grown so used to she didn't even recognize were there.

"Those who are not blessed as us have little idea how much just having these intrusions in or flesh causes our bodies to fight against them...it is no wonder you cannot focus, if you have never had anyone care for such...maintenance issues."

The other female's voice was quiet, soothing, and Samantha gradually felt even more tension melt away from her neck and shoulders as the Pilot worked out the knots that spread outwards from the implant jacks in smooth, firm gestures. She soon felt better, more relaxed then before she woke up the first time in the medical bay, before everything in her life went insane. She nodded her head forward and found she could bring up the statistics on her own breathing with a simple command. Another thought and she could see it almost like an overlay against her inner mind...oxygen consumed, air volume intake, blood/oxygen levels, all the things that her breathing brought to her body shown in simple statistics.

"Good...now we will try and connect with an external device."

Samantha tried not to tense up; she retained her focus on the mechanics of her breathing as she felt Kagami shift around her. She did blush just a little bit though when deft fingers found the front of her jumpsuit and drew the fastening down her chest, though she did not go very far. Kagami pushed the collar of the jumpsuit down enough that she exposed upper jacks, the ones highest on her spine that connected at the base of her skull. Samantha couldn't help it though, when she felt Kagami slot the box into place and with a soft snickt seated it into place against her body she tensed up.

She waited for some reaction then, something of the bug-feeling, the rejection, or even the fighting between her internal systems again, but instead she felt...nothing. It was just a cool weight against the back of her neck as she adjusted to the feeling of the box.

"This device does not have any external controls that I can use to turn it on," Kagami explained, her tone still soft as she guided Samantha, "you have to reach out with your systems, explore the new connection, see if you can turn it on yourself."

Samantha nodded and shifted her focus from her breathing. She tried to envision the box on her neck, but that didn't result in anything. Then she tried to attach to it, like a computer connecting to an external device...but still could bring nothing to her mind.

"I...I can't do it," she started, "I don't know how to see it, there's no connection."

Kagami's fingers stroked lightly over Samantha's temples, then rubbed there gently,

"Do not try and think of it as an external thing...when it is connected, it is part of you, view it as you would your hand, your foot, or any other part of you."

Samantha nodded slightly and tried again. She focused inwards, and after a moment, had a flash of inspiration. She sent a command to the systems that had become so familiar in the past week, asking for her body's status. It took but a moment before it recognized the new connection, a new 'limb' as it were. She swore it almost seemed....'eager?' to go out and find out all about the new input. She could almost see it inside her head, it had very limited functions and wiring; it mostly seemed to be a sensory repository of some kind? Soon after, she found she could indeed control it, it was like flexing a muscle to turn the device on, so she did, accompanied by very light warmth as the power source came on.

"Very good...you recognize it is part of you now...yes?"

Samantha nodded as she concentrated,

"Yes...it's weird feeling it like this...what is it? Are these...visions, memories?"

Kagami nodded, which Samantha felt as she shifting against Kagami, "Yes, you could say it is a sort of journal...I was encouraged to record my thoughts as a way to get used to having an attached device, and I found I rather liked going back and reviewing some things."

Samantha nodded as well as she realized the device would replace her sensory input with entries going back years...giving her a way of reliving Kagami's memories? That would be weird, she thought, just as she became conscious of another part of the machine waking up. She felt it when they probed her before. It sensed the new power source, and it wanted to pull it, to drain it so it could perform its function.

"There's...something else..." she started, and then trembled as the other circuitry tried reaching out to the device.

It felt like it was drawing the external power, and channeling it into some part of her brain. She twitched, and felt darkness, a rotating blackness forming almost as a tangible presence inside her.

Kagami suddenly pulled her tight, and only then did Samantha realize she was starting to tremble physically as well,

"What...what is that? What is the machine doing Samantha? I can feel that too...it's not as strong as it was in the sick bay, but it's very similar..."

Samantha pushed back against the other circuitry; she tried to cut off the power, to sever the draw on the journal box. It felt like the other circuitry was following commands entirely separate from the ones she tried earlier. She gritted her teeth as the twisting darkness tried to push itself outwards. It felt like her mind was sinking into...something else, on the other side of that something else she could almost see creatures swimming around a great void, slashing the space and snapping into her mind.

"Samantha! Turn it off...fight back against it and turn the circuitry off!"

Samantha nodded and _pushed_with the help of the machine. It felt like she was trying to push the whole weight of space itself, but she managed to reach out and cut the power from the device. There was a sudden jolt through her head, and she felt the twisting blackness collapse in on itself and disappear.

She shuddered and gasped as both she and Kagami fell back against the bulkhead wall.

She suddenly noticed she was coated with sweat, and any good Kagami did with her finger rub was swept away as every single muscle in her body felt tensed up.

"That was...interesting." Kagami managed to gasp out, "Even with so little power it was able to do that...it felt, a little like my connection to Dreamspace when I jump, but so different in so many ways." The Kzinsne looked down and brushed Samantha's hair to the side, "well, at least we know now that you _can_connect with things, and control it. I think we just need to figure out what else you are doing."

Samantha nodded quickly as she looked up to Kagami, "Yes...thank you, thank you...that was the first time I didn't feel like this thing in my head was going to drive me crazy, like I had some form of control."

Kagami managed a small smile, and to Samantha's surprise curled her three tails around the human girl's waist in a way that was surprisingly comforting.

"You need a connection to another, young female, and I think perhaps I am one of the few that might have any concept of what you may be experiencing. Please, expect you can come to me and I will do my best to help."

Samantha nodded and then looked up somewhat pleadingly,

"Can you...can you please stay with me for a while? Everyone is trying to do what they can for me, but you make me feel...safe."

Kagami nodded and stroked lightly over Samantha's hair,

"Of course, sleep well with me," the other woman then gave a very slight smile, "I will do my best to make sure the machines in your head do not take you over in your sleep."

Samantha nodded and closed her eyes. She didn't expect she would find sleep easily, so she didn't even have the chance to be surprised when she fell quickly into a dreamless sleep.

*

"That was a risk," Sires commented quietly, while N'Tanya turned off the camera feed from Samantha's cabin, "you say you object to your cousin and I treating her like an experiment, and then you send Kagi in to do...that."

N'Tanya nodded slightly and sighed, "I don't disagree with you...entirely." She leaned back in her chair and contemplated the blank screen in front of her.

"The difference is...Kagami would know much more her mind-state then either of us, and she knew when they had to stop. She also asked permission and was with her the entire way."

N'Tanya turned her head and looked up to Sires,

"I saw the feed of your little experiment, you may have asked permission, but you pushed the girl when she wanted to stop. I know you just wanted a little more information Sires...but you know what consent means to me."

Sires ducked her head to the side and her tail drooped off a bit,

"Ok...I will concede that point. It just seemed like the most promising way to get information so far,"

N'Tanya quirked a small smile, "I know how dedicated you are Sires; you just get...over-eager. Something we've both indulged, and had to suppress once or twice."

Sires's hide changed colors a little, her version of a blush as she shifted and then looked to the Captain.

"No changing the subject...what are you going to tell your cousin about this latest test?"

N'Tanya shrugged, "Nothing, yet...they are doing their investigation, and this hasn't resulted in anything that he can reasonably test or verify. I'm also not going to give him the opening to suggest any more 'tests'."

She smirked slightly and suddenly reached out and grabbed Sires's closest arm. A twist and a shift of body weight and Sires ended up rather unceremoniously in her lap with her arm trapped behind her back by N'Tanya's hand and body.

"But that's enough talking about our troublesome little passenger, as interesting as she is," N'Tanya started in a mischievously wicked voice, "I think we were also talking about over-eager medical officers, weren't we?"

Sires managed a toothy half-smirk of her kind as she tried to shift in N'Tanya's lap, though she also didn't pull away.

"It doesn't seem like I'm the over-eager one at the moment," she replied in a light tone.

N'Tanya's grin turned even more wicked, "Shall we check that then?" She used her free hand and grabbed the back of Sires's neck, which provoked a gasp from the Relithan and a sudden mewled sound of acquiescence.

N'Tanya used her advantage and pushed forward from the chair, standing and at the same time somewhat roughly slamming the medic to the desk. At the same time, she pressed up close, so her groin rested against Sires's behind. She could feel the other woman's tail try to squirm and move against her but she trapped it in the same way used her other hand to keep her arm braced at her back. Sires's other arm braced against the table, but she was careful not to try to fight back at the sudden movement.

N'Tanya's tongue flicked over her lips a little bit more at Sires's suddenly much more...compliant nature. The medic may be in control of her med bay, but N'Tanya and she'd played enough to know that the medic loved being controlled, manhandled when outside her little medical domain.

"Don't move your head," N'Tanya commanded, which Sires nodded, as N'Tanya released the back of her neck.

"I doubt anyone will stumble in on us...not that you'd mind, would you, my eager little toy?"

Sires turned darker as the flush of embarrassment crossed her muzzle and down the front of her neck, but she shook her head slightly.

"N...no captain, I wouldn't mind, if you wanted them here."

N'Tanya shifted forward and pressed a thigh between Sires' legs, then leaned in close when she heard the moan as it slipped from Sires's lips.

"Oh, I see the idea does turn you on, doesn't it."

She ground forward, feeling the growing heat through the other woman's medical jumpsuit. Sires' species definitely ran hotter than most other races she'd encountered, a dead giveaway at times like these and N'Tanya pressed in again while she reached back and drew a small knife from her belt.

"Y...yes captain, it turns me on..."

"Well, let's just make sure of that, shall we," the question came with a quick, sudden gesture, as N'Tanya found the seam on the jumpsuit and deftly cut it open at Sires's crotch.

She pressed her bodyweight to Sires again, holding her somewhat as the medic gasped at the sudden removal of her clothes, especially as, with a couple of more deft slices, N'Tanya exposed most of the other woman's crotch, ass, inner thighs, and the base of her tail.

A low whimper followed ruining the clothes as Sires squirmed. From behind N'Tanya could see how she flushed down below. They didn't necessarily get soaking wet, but her people definitely colored in delicious ways...though there was an easy way to tell exactly how aroused she was. N'Tanya reversed the knife and casually slid the knife-handle up the exposed cleft and slit that was Sires's sex. Somewhat more...internal then the females of many races, it was just a simple slit from the outside, but N'Tanya knew how sensitive it could be when something solid intruded.

Sires moaned even more loudly as N'Tanya probed her with the knife handle and pressed back against it eagerly. N'Tanya smiled even as she kept her other hand on Sires's wrist, trapping her against the desk with bodyweight and leverage. She brought the knife upwards and inhaled deeply, taking in the rich, deep scent of Sires' arousal.

"It seems you were telling the truth," N'Tanya started with a teasing tone, "I guess I will be kind then..." she reached over and tapped a control, "Rakarra, please report to the captain's office. No urgency."

As soon as she touched the control again Sires moaned, "Rakarra captain?"

"Oh yes...I think my gunner deserves a little bonus for his work on getting our weapons a bit more up to snuff."

N'Tanya straightened again, pulling Sires up with her by the grip she maintained on the medic's lower arm,

"He works so hard, after all, that's worth a reward, don't you agree?"

Sires was panting hard and she squirmed against N'Tanya's body, she could hardly speak, but she nodded quickly,

"Y...yes captain."

"Mmm, that's a good toy; you get to be such a good reward for the others...so I think you deserve a reward of your own. What would you like as your reward?"

N'Tanya's tone retained that wickedly amused note even as she secretly grinned inwards; she could almost predict the next words out of the medic's mouth.

"P...please captain, may I service you too? That would be my reward..."

N'Tanya let that internal grin show through as she leaned in and nipped firmly on the inside of Sires's ear,

"I think we could do that."

N'Tanya again pressed Sires down to the desk,

"Stay."

She then stepped back, but didn't wait to see Sires's reaction, she knew the medic would comply, she was too deeply into her head, and in the scene to refuse.

Instead, she casually undid the fastenings to her belt and set it aside. Her own ship-board suit was not much fancier then the others, but she allowed herself a few accessories to make hers distinct. In this case she undid the fastenings at the front and parted it down below her waist. She left it on and sagging off her thighs, just to add one teasing accent, since it wasn't like she wore anything underneath the suit otherwise.

She then sat down in her chair and turned to face the table again. Sure enough, Sires hadn't moved an inch from where N'Tanya set her, not to mention she was breathing even more heavily as she stood next to the table. N'Tanya reflected she had a rather nice view of the medic's dark flushed sex from this position, but simply grinned and spoke out.

"You may turn now, and you may take your 'reward'."

Sires practically spun like a top in her eager movements as she turned to face N'Tanya. With one glance, she sunk down to the floor in front of the chair, between N'Tanya's thighs, looking up to N'Tanya's face with eager lust.

"Thank you captain," she said before she sunk her muzzle between N'Tanya's thighs.

N'Tanya found she had to restrain the sounds of her pleasure at the rather sudden movement. She'd apparently underestimated the medic's arousal, because Sires definitely was not taking it slowly. She used her elongated muzzle and tongue immediately to seek out N'Tanya's weak spots. N'Tanya was already aroused from the beginnings of their play, but Sires definitely knew her from the times they'd played before. Her tongue slipped between N'Tanya's folds quickly; the narrow, prehensile muscle flicked up and found her heated entrance.

Sires had a certain knack that N'Tanya had found in few other lovers. She had almost...preternatural senses to what she could do to coax N'Tanya's arousal to heights faster than anyone else. Her tongue found spots in her sex that few others touched, the way she dragged her claws against her inner thighs in just the right timing as her tongue and muzzle rubbed against her inner and outer folds, and even occasionally brushed against her clit, it all worked wonders on her.

N'Tanya found she couldn't really use words at the sensual, intense attack on her flesh, so she reached down and slid a hand over the back of Sires's neck and pulled her in closer. She moaned loudly as Sires probed against the inner curve of her inner muscles and N'Tanya bucked her hips up against the medic's muzzle heatedly in response.

It didn't take long under that kind of intense stimulation before N'Tanya felt the tense heat of her impending peak build up through her. She savored the sensation as she felt the electricity crawl up through her spine from between her thighs. This wasn't loving or sensual, gentle even, this was intense, direct tongue-fucking by the medic as a pet and slave, doing what she absolutely craved to do. N'Tanya, in return squeezed her thighs close around Sires's neck, holding on with hands and thighs as she panted and groaned.

Then Sires grazed her clit with the edge of one of her claws, at the same time, she ran her tongue upwards against N'Tanya's most sensitive flesh, and that was it. She bucked up hard as she came, her muscles spasmed hard, giving Sires a 'reward' in the form of a hot dose of her wetness. It wasn't quite enough to gush, but Sires had a mouthful, which she appreciated with muffled moans of approval from between N'Tanya's thighs. She continued to 'dig in' as she sought to extend N'Tanya's orgasm with her deft fingers and tongue.

They kept that way for another minute or two, N'Tanya riding the waves and aftershocks of her climax, while Sires remained between her thighs, almost as if she was trying to extend their 'play' through her skills. Eventually though, even that wasn't enough and N'Tanya found her muscles relaxing and her thighs releasing, despite her best intentions.

When she was able to pay attention to the rest of the cabin again, she looked up and noticed the feline-esque weapons officer just inside the office door, as he leaned against the doorframe. She noted he was already nude, his ship-suit discarded to the side, and the Kirristh's malehood was obviously quite interested in what he was watching.

"Mmmmpphh, when did you get here?" N'Tanya asked breathily, while she reached down and stroked the back of Sires's head, whom was well-behaved enough that she didn't look to see who N'Tanya spoke to.

"A couple of minutes ago," he replied, "you said it wasn't urgent...but maybe you are mistaken?" He gave his big, open muzzle, toothy smile and N'Tanya smiled in return.

"Mmmm, well it certainly wasn't an emergency," she replied with a little grin, "but for our little toy here it may actually have become fairly urgent."

Sires responded with a whimper, and N'Tanya grinned, ran a hand down, and caressed the base of her spine,

"Why don't you show him how urgent, little toy?"

Sires obediently shifted forward, onto all fours, and lifted her tail, swaying it up and behind her, which showed off her flushed, deep colored, obviously aroused state.

Rakarra let loose a growling murrr and nodded, stepping forward, "She does look like she is...missing something, isn't she?"

"I don't know...toy, what are you missing, why don't you tell us?"

"P...please," she started, "I'm missing something inside me...please, please fuck me..."

"See, there you go...." N'Tanya grinned to Rakarra, "while I cool down a moment, go ahead and use my toy."

"Thank you captain," Rakarra replied, while Sires whimpered and flagged her tail behind her.

Rakarra never really required much coaxing to get involved in N'Tanya's games with some of the crew that played with power exchange, one thing that she appreciated in the feline-like crewmen. She reached over and grabbed some water while the Kirristh stepped up behind Sires. He didn't bother asking if she was ready, not that Sires would have wanted him to as he pressed his cock to her heated flesh and spread her around him.

Sires groaned in a most satisfying manner, which provoked another smile from N'Tanya's lips as Rakarra hilted himself in the medics sex. She sipped slightly at the cool water as Rakarra started thrusting into Sires, their hips meeting in the rhythmic soft slapping and their breathing coming in the growls, grunts and gasps of a nice quick, hard fuck.

N'Tanya refreshed herself while the other two built into a nice, steady rhythm, while N'Tanya watched the sway and movements of the two of them. She half-admired the slick length of her weapons-officer's cock as he revealed it with every long stroke, glistening somewhat with Sires's wetness before he slammed it home again.

There weren't any words between the two of them, this was satisfaction, this was pleasure, and need fully expressed and satisfied. N'Tanya smiled, as it looked almost like a machine, mechanical, rhythmic, with their groans and gasps sounding accompanying the movements as he continued fucking her exposed body, especially with the jumpsuit cut open like it was for such easy access.

N'Tanya just watched for a few moments, licking her lips as she savored the atmosphere created between the two of them and Rakarra's apparent stamina before she felt the heat between her thighs becoming more insistent once again. She reached down and stroked her own folds lightly before she considered a few choices.

A wicked smile crossed her lips and she got up from her chair. When Rakarra looked over questioningly and paused in her movements, she just held up a finger,

"Don't stop...I will just be back shortly."

"C...captain?" Sires gasped out and looked up with a similar question in her eyes when Rakarra stopped moving, though he still impaled her on its length.

"Stay right there toy...I just have another use for you."

She smirked at the looks on both their faces and turned away, taking the door from her meeting to her own cabin. The sudden smack and groan as Rakarra picked up again just made her smile inwardly.

It didn't take long before she found what she was looking for. She elected one of her favorite toys when she played with such submissive crew who liked to be fucked, both males and females. It was a simple design, a strapon with quite a large phallus, but with a second section built to fit up inside her sex and stimulate some very nice spots while she wore it. A dab of lube and a shudder saw it seated inside and on her hips before she returned to the conference room.

Rakarra had intensified his thrusts while she was gone, and Sires had her face pressed to the floor as she arched her back up against his slamming hips. N'Tanya stepped in and grinned wickedly,

"I didn't say you could relax, did I?"

Her tone caught them up, and once again, she was under the gaze of two rather horny beings. Sires almost immediately figured out what was going to happen and licked her lips in a positively eager way, while Rakarra looked confused for a bit longer.

"Get back up," she commanded Sires, then looked to Rakarra, "I want to make use of that end...you go ahead and use her muzzle, I'm sure you'll remember how talented she is there."

Rakarra let loose a growling chuckle and withdrew his slick shaft from Sires, it slapped wetly against his body as he nodded and moved around Sires, whom shifted quickly back up onto all fours.

"Yes captain...yes I do," he chucklegrowlled, before he took up his position at her muzzle. He guided his shaft down and then nodded to Sires, "so you should probably get back to work."

N'Tanya was satisfied to see the horny medic jump at the chance to get Rakarra's cock into her muzzle, heedless of her own wetness covering that shaft. N'Tanya took up Rakarra's vacated space at Sires's other entrance. She followed Rakarra's example and didn't give Sires a chance to get ready for the intrusion, but just thrust the strap-on phallus fully into the medic's wet pussy.

The jarring movement, and the resistance translated through to the bulb inside her, and she ground forward against Sires's hips as she coaxed more sensation from the harness and the bulb against her clit and up inside her own sex.

At her front, Rakarra was just holding his shaft down while it looked like Sires practically tried devouring his length, her muzzle bobbed up and down along him while alternating with nuzzling against and licking over his organ. He had a satisfied, almost blissful look on his face, and his tail snapped back and forth behind him as he enjoyed her skills.

For a second N'Tanya indulged in the memory of Sires' oral skills from just a few minutes before, but then the new, different pleasure coaxed her into movement. She withdrew almost fully, letting the longer, thicker phallus nearly withdraw from Sires's clinging sex, watching it draw out as it clung to the toy, before she slammed it back in again.

As Rakarra enjoyed Sires's oral attentions N'Tanya indulged in her own pleasure, the two of them filling her from both sides. N'Tanya made sure she ground forward against Sires's mound with each thrust to heighten the sensations and make sure all the extra bumps and textures of the toy hit her most sensitive spots.

The three of them moved like that for quite a while, though Rakarra eventually succumbed to the pleasure and had to shift down onto his hips, while Sires followed like she was afraid of losing her treat. N'Tanya just went with the rhythm, enjoying the pleasure spreading between her thighs and the mild heat and burn of the motion as her muscles worked at the aerobic movements.

N'Tanya thrust through one small climax, and another, as the bulb inside her stimulated just the right spots, and the jolting thrusts and the grinding following just rubbed against her most sensitive spots. They weren't enough to bring her to her knees, but a pleasant reminder of some of the more body-intensive climaxes she often enjoyed.

Sires was practically a drooling puddle of melted medic by that time, but she did her 'duty' dutifully and continued to lavish Rakarra's shaft with her attentions. Perhaps not as much practice with males as females meant she took longer, but it was quite a while before her weapons officer grunted and started meeting her muzzle with short thrusts of her own.

"Mmmpphh...Captain, I'm going to peak..." he said, looking up to N'Tanya for approval.

N'Tanya nodded and grabbed Sires at the back of her neck. She whimpered as N'Tanya pulled her muzzle up and off.

"She's been a good toy, but not that good...she doesn't get your cum, you can give her a good reminder of her good job though all over her muzzle."

Sires moaned and opened her muzzle while Rakarra grinned and nodded. He reached down and stroked himself rapidly, until with a few twitches and jerks, he spasmed and sent nice long streams of his cum over her muzzle, her tongue and over her face. He even landed a few spurts across her jumpsuit, though quite a lot of it landed on the deck as his short peak crested quickly and left him grunting, while stroking the last few remnants of his peak out of his shaft. He dropped back and panted, while Sires moaned and pushed back against N'Tanya, who'd sunk the fake shaft fully into Sires once again.

N'Tanya licked her lips and looked to Rakarra,

"Mmmm, very good," she gripped Sires's scruff, provoking another moan, before she continued, "you're dismissed...I have a few things left for my toy here, including cleaning up, before I let her go." She gave a slight smile to Rakarra, "if you don't mind of course, weapons officer."

Rakarra grinned, and N'Tanya was glad again at the understanding he showed about the roles in their little game, before he stood up again. He nodded and regained his clothes, shrugging them on before he looked to N'Tanya, then Sires.

"Of course Captain...let me know if you have another use for me, eh?"

"I will," another grip, another moan, "but I will finish with just the two of us."

Rakarra nodded, gave a low growling chuckle and left the office.

Sires whimpered again and N'Tanya ducked down, giving another short thrust into Sires's clinging sex.

"As for you toy...we have a long time to go tonight, and don't think you're done being mine for quite a while."

Sires shook her head and panted out, "No captain...this toy is not done until you say we're done."

N'Tanya slipped down and nipped Sires right beside the ear before she grinned, "Good, we're just going to see what it takes to wear out one of my toys."

The only answer from the medic was a half-moan, half- whimper, which just made N'Tanya smile even wider before she reached over and hit the 'do not disturb' command on her console.

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