by J Palliser
She really wanted to be rid of the extremely uncomfortable frame. "I'll be fine," she replied. As they moved into position, Ari'a called Sonya to a monitor. "We assembled this fleet to take out Chai'bat's ships," Ari'a said. "We hadn't planned on taking on all of the pirates at once. If they all stay and fight then we will only have a small advantage." As she spoke, the latest update from the spy satellite that she had left in-system came through.
"They won't," Sonya replied. "Most of them will be happy if we take out their competitors for them." "The Admiral and I agree. We are going to attempt to trap as many as possible, since we have the opportunity." She highlighted a heavily modified Corsair cruiser. "The Dragons will try and take it out first. It is Chai'bat's flagship, and the most powerful ship in system."
"What about the Orbital?" Sonya asked, pointing to an ancient Orbital defense platform.
"We'll leave it for last. After all, it can't run," Ari'a replied with a smile.
"What about Casana?" Sonya asked. Ari'a took a deep breath. "We're going to give everyone a chance to surrender, and offer amnesty for the safe return of any slaves. But, this is a battle. Ships will be destroyed. Lives lost," Ari'a said somberly.
They were both silent a moment. "What about help from the Kriegsmarines?" Sonya asked.
"They've promised a task force. It should arrive in ten to twelve hours." Sonya knew that they couldn't possibly wait that long. She could only trust in her cognitive senses that everything would work out.
"Sonya, I'm going to have to move you off the bridge during the battle. We can't have explosives, no matter how small, near the control stations."
"I understand," Sonya replied, disappointed. As the ship entered gravity-drive, Sonya was taken to a small cargo hold. She was handed a small holoviewer that had a tactical feed from the bridge. The door clanging shut sounded suspiciously like a cell door shutting. Sonya climbed onto a small cargo container and sat down. Minutes later, the fleet exited gravity-drive into the midst of a battle.
The Makovian Dragons and Nova cruiser had emerged from gravity-drive a mere forty seconds earlier. They offered the assorted pirates and slavers a chance to surrender. With only three Dragons and a Nova cruiser, most of the pirates chose to fight.
When the rest of the Makovian fleet reverted from gravitydrive, the Admiral offered them another chance to surrender, even as she launched her star-fighters. None of the pirates seemed to be any more inclined to surrender than before. Giving up, she ordered her massive destroyer to target a heavily modified cruiser that was making a run for it.
The Dragons headed straight for the cruiser. Under their combined fire the cruiser's shields collapsed in about twenty minutes. Once Chai'bat's flagship was destroyed, most of the other pirate ships seemed to lose interest in the fight. The Makovians disabled or destroyed as many as they could before they escaped. Nearly an hour after the battle started, it was over.
*** Casana found Captain Breslin talking with his Sergeant and a Makovian Lieutenant. She had taken a little side trip and retrieved the high heels that she had worn at Chai'bat's party. Someone had handed her a jumpsuit while she was walking around. Luckily, it was barely big enough to fit, which was just the way she liked it. She had even taken the time to cut off the sleeves and pants legs.
Captain Breslin noticed her and stepped away from his companions. Casana walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his him. "Hey, Captain Breslin, want to celebrate our victory?" she asked him in a sultry voice.
Smiling, he replied, "Well, we'll need someplace quiet, and out of the way."
"I know just the place," she said as they walked off, arm in arm.
Half way to the 'quiet place' Casana had in mind, her comm beeped.
"Sonya! I'm so glad you're okay! How did they find you?"
"Oh, the pirate that bought me was actually an undercover Makovian agent," Sonya replied.
"Really? Well I guess it's a good thing she took off before Captain Breslin's troops tried to rescue you."
"Captain Breslin? Who's Captain Breslin?"
"He's an ex-Waffen-SS soldier from the war. Him and some of his troops rescued me." She smiled up at her hero.
Sonya thought about that for a moment. "So that's why you were always so friendly with the guards," she replied. "Not really, I was planning on getting Lutt or one of the guards to free me. When Captain Breslin told me who he was, I just kept up the act."
"Oh, okay. Hey, I'm on the Makovian flagship. A couple of their bomb disposal techs are going to take a look at this thing on my back," Sonya said.
"You still got that on? We captured the guy who made it. Come on down and he can disarm it. Or get the Makovians to take him to the ship."
"Really? That's great," Sonya gleefully replied.
"Alright. I've got to take care of something. I'll talk to you later," Casana said as she gently squeezed Captain Breslin's crotch.
"I'll see you soon," Sonya said and shut down the link. Casana and Captain Breslin arrived at the quiet place she had in mind. He wasn't surprised at all to be in the dungeon. They both set down their pulse rifles.
"I heard about what you did to Sonya down here," he told her as she stripped off her tight jumpsuit. "And I bet you can't wait to do something like that to me," she replied with a smile as she began stripping off his clothes. When he was naked, Casana sunk to her knees and took his hard cock into her mouth. As she sucked him off, she felt him pull her arms behind her and lock her wrist and arm cuffs together. She just kept bobbing her head.
Before he reached orgasm, he pulled out and picked her up. Casana meekly let him unlock her cuffs, and secure them to a padded bench. She was on her hands and knees, straddling the bench. Her ankles and wrists were locked to an O-ring on each side. He took a wide strap from underneath the bench, and buckled it tight over her waist, pinning her abdomen tightly against the leather. With the her senses, Casana would have no problem freeing herself. But that wouldn't be any fun.
She looked back as he mounted her. With a few caresses, he plunged in. Casana moaned in pleasure. She tugged at her bonds, loving every second of it. Captain Breslin fucked her till he came inside her. She was still building to her own orgasm, but lucky for her he barely missed a stroke. He matched her orgasm with his second. After they were both finished, he noisily plopped out of her, and strolled around to her face.
"Hey, you mind cleaning this off for me?" he asked her with a leer. As she was licking his cock dry, Casana was surprised to hear the door open. Her senses hadn't alerted her to anyone coming. She still couldn't sense anyone at the door. Captain Breslin seemed shocked as well. He pulled his cock out and Casana turned to see who had interrupted her celebration.
"Sonya!" She greeted her friend with a smile. "Casana," Sonya replied with a bland smile. She walked into the dungeon followed by four Makovians soldiers. Casana could see more taking up position outside.
"You must be Captain Breslin?" Sonya asked him as she slowly walked towards the bench.
"Yes," he replied as he fumbled to pull his pants on.
"Tell me Captain Breslin, were you here when Lutt strapped me down and whipped me?" Sonya asked him. "Um, no Ma'am. I wasn't," he answered as he pulled his shirt on. "Oh, that's too bad. It was quite a show." She picked up a power-whip from a table. "Tell me, Captain Breslin, do you know what setting Lutt usually sets this to?"
"Level three normally, but for punishments like yours, level five," he replied, puzzled.
Sonya looked at the power settings on the handle. One through Seven. She put it on level three.
Casana was growing concerned over the direction of the conversation. She yanked uselessly on the durasteel cuffs. "Well, Captain Casana, it looks like you've already had your fun, so you can leave. Me and Casana have a few things to discuss." She slowly walked around the squirming Casana, gently stroking her cunt and ass.
"Sonya, it was all an act. I didn't really want to whip you. I promise," Casana plead. Captain Breslin seemed hesitant to leave Ca
sana alone with Sonya. On the other hand, Sonya did have a powerwhip, and there were four armed Makovians on her side.
"Thanks for all the fun, Casana," he said as he grabbed his pulse rifle and walked out the door.
One of the Makovians locked the door and Casana became even more alarmed. "I'm really sorry about whipping you, Sonya," Casana said quickly, as she struggled with the unforgiving cuffs. "I had to keep up the act for Lutt, so he would trust me!"
Sonya sat down next to her. "Casana. My dear friend." She lightly rubbed the back of Casana's neck. "I'm such a nice, forgiving person." Casana looked back at her with the beginning of a smile. "I'll just set the power-whip on three."
"Please don't! Please! I'll make it up to you! I'll do anything!" Sonya ignored her as she stood up. "Now, I seem to remember that someone or another said that I made too much noise and wanted to gag me."
"Shit,"Casana muttered, as Sonya picked up the very same gag that Casana had shoved into Sonya's mouth the day before yesterday. She stared at the gag as Casana brought it to her face. After a moment's hesitation, Casana gave up and opened wide, letting Sonya strap the synth-rubber gag into her mouth.
Without even bother to say anything, Sonya picked up the padded velvet blindfold and put it on the struggling Arcadian. Smiling with anticipation, Sonya picked the power-whip back up and walked around to Casana's helpless ass.
Sonya swung the power-whip with about three-quarters of her strength. Casana howled it pain. Even through the gag, Sonya could tell the blow had really hurt. Startled, Sonya turned the power-whip down to level two. She pulled her arm back and swung it again. Casana howled again, not quite as loud as the first time. Sonya quickly gave her another lick.
Without her cognitive senses, gauging how much pain Casana was in was a little tricky. Sonya knew that she had been whipped a lot harder than the Arcadian had. Sonya didn't realize how much pain she had taken. She cut off the power whip and set it down. Casana was crying in agony. Sonya gently rubbed the welts on her ass and thighs.
Any sympathy Sonya might have had was lost when she touched the larger and much more painful welts on her own thighs. She turned away from the bench and went to find something else to use on her friend.
After looking over the various implements of pain on the walls, Sonya found something that intrigued her. It was something she had heard of, but this was the first time she had actually seen one. As matter of fact, Casana herself was where Sonya had heard about them. Sonya looked at her escorts. Two men and two women. Sonya called one of the women over to help her get ready for her next piece of revenge on Casana.
First, Sonya stripped off the jumpsuit that she was wearing. Now she was only wearing the durasteel harness, collar and cuffs that were welded on. Sonya picked up the strap-on and held it in place while her assistant buckled the straps behind her. The black synth-rubber cock was about 15 centimeters long, and about 3 in diameter.
The bench placed Casana's quivering cunt a little to high for Sonya to fuck. Conveniently, there was a lever that adjusted the height. Once the Arcadian's cunt was the proper height, Sonya stepped up and shoved her fake cock in. With one hand, she grabbed the strap across her back. With the other, she spanked Casana's ass while she fucked her. Every so often, Sonya would switch hands.
When Casana was on the verge of orgasm, Sonya would cruelly pull out and leave her helpless until she calmed down. Time after time Sonya took her to the edge, and back. On the fifth time, Sonya impulsively shoved the slick synth-rubber cock into her ass.
Casana screamed into the gag, more in shock than in pain. Smiling evilly, Sonya fucked her friend in the ass with her strap-on cock. She gave up spanking her, and grabbed the belt of Casana's harness with both hands, pulling back for leverage.
Sonya was used to having her cognitive senses to tell her when one of her lovers was about to orgasm. She had had to pay careful attention to keep Casana from coming. Sonya was so into fucking her ass that she was caught by surprise when Casana moaned in orgasm. She shoved her cock in to the hilt and held it. Finally Casana came down from her orgasmic high.
With out bothering to take off the strap-on, Sonya sat down next to Casana's head. She removed the gag and blindfold from her friend. "Now, Casana, I forgive you," she said soothingly as she caressed her sensitive cunt.
Casana looked up at her, still trying to catch her breath from her orgasm. "No problem. By the way, you swing a power-whip like a child."
Sonya's mouth popped open in mock outrage. "You little slut! I turned it down from three to two after the first lick. And I got whipped on level five!"
"Well, you want to see how level seven feels? I've had the experience."
Sonya winced in sympathy. "No, I think I'll decline the honor."
"Come on, I'll only whip you once," Casana said.
"Forget it, I got to go get this fucking bomb off me."
"Oh, yeah. Well, if you could unlock me, I'd really appreciate it," Casana said with a smile. "Well, I guess so," Sonya replied with a shrug. She unlocked the quick-snap locks on the bench and the two women got dressed. Casana pulled on her too-tight, abbreviated jumpsuit, and Sonya her too-big one. The only differences in the two were the high heels that Casana was wearing, and the sleeves and pants legs on Sonya's. With Sonya's guards in tow, they went to find the imprisoned bomb maker.
After the bomb was disarmed, the two women faced the slow process of getting the durasteel harness, collar and cuffs cut off. While they were lying face down letting the engineers work on the durasteel, Casana asked Sonya about their Katanas.
"The Bren that got mine left the system immediately." She wouldn't use the word bought. "The Bren that got yours escaped during the battle."
"I guess we'll have to track them down then, won't we," Casana replied, smiling with anticipation.
"I can't wait."
***
Three weeks later, on Outpost 1 . . .
"Hi Sonya," Casana greeted her friend. "Hey! When did you get your Katana back?" Laughing, Sonya replied, "A few days ago. Kreyla, the Bren that bought it, heard about the 'Great Escape' from Chai'bat's and was so scared he sent it back with an apology and a promise to never commit a crime again. Oh, and he sent me ten thousand credits"
"That's awesome," Casana replied. "What are you going to do with the money?" "Donate it to the slaves we rescued from Chai'bat and the other slavers. The Makovians are selling several of the ships they captured for them as well."
"That's a good idea. Admiral Raeder still hasn't let me go find mine." "Well, I'm sure he'll come around sooner or later. By the way, I see you really like the magnetic belt that I brought from Aka'i So," Sonya said, eyeing the silver belt around her waist.
"Oh yes! I love it!" Casana replied as she flicked her hips at Sonya. "It goes great with your outfit," Sonya said, referring to the skintight black jumpsuit with black mid-heeled boots. Besides the belt, the only color was the silver zipper down the front. The large ring at the top of the zipper was pulled down to show off a generous portion of the Arcadian's tits. Sonya resisted the impulse to grab the ring and pull it down more.
Casana seemed to sense Sonya's thoughts, and tilted the ring a little closer to her with a smile. "Next time you visit Makov IV, ask Aka'i to let you try on the collar that I did on my visit. It's... interesting," Sonya told her.
Sonya could sense that she was hiding something. "Sure, I'll do that," she replied after a moment. "There is one more thing I'm disappointed about, though."
"What?" Sonya replied. "Ever since I received my Katana, there is something I always wondered about it. On Praxis III, I thought that I would find out."
"And what's that?" Sonya asked, concerned.
"What I could do to a Praxian with it!" Casana replied with a big smile.
"I'd love to see that myself," she replied after a good laugh.
"I got to run. I'm supposed to be meeting Admiral Raeder."
"Have fun," Sonya said. Casana stepped into the empty foyer. She sensed tha
t Admiral Raeder had a guest. Before she took a seat on one of the couches to wait, a voice came from his office.
"Casana, come in," Raeder said. As she entered, he made introductions. "Casana, this is Rob Black, Reich Intelligence, and friend of mine," he said nodding towards the man sitting across from him. "And Rob Black, this is Casana Olan."
"Pleased to meet you," Casana said as she shook Black's hand. A little old, but still nice enough looking, Casana thought. "Casana, Rob has something that belongs to you," Raeder told her. Smiling, Black reached into his bag and pulled out a silver Katana.
"My Katana!" Casana shouted with glee. He handed it to her and she clutched it to her chest a few seconds. "Thank you so much! How did you find it?" She was thinking of a few ways to thank him, but she couldn't do them with Admiral Raeder present.
"A broker was trying to pass it off as a First War era antique. I bought it, figuring that Admiral Raeder would want it. When I contacted him about it, he informed me that yours was missing," Black said.
"Oh, thank you," Casana told him again. "I promise I'll make it up to you, one way or another." She winked at him seductively, where Admiral Raeder couldn't see.
"I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement on the matter," he replied blandly as she attached the Katana to her belt.
"Actually Mr. Black already has a few ideas on how you can repay him, but that discussion will have to wait awhile. If you'll excuse us, Casana, Mr. Black and I have some more business to discuss," Raeder said.
"Yes Admiral," Casana replied dutifully. She exchanged comm frequencies with Black, and left.
38
Thirty-Seven
Ice...
Ice Planet Khrom - 1400 hours - 2313 Sonya raised the macrobinoculars to her goggles and observed the prison. She needed the goggles because her eyes would freeze without them. The current temperature was about fifty degrees below freezing, with winds about thirty knots an hour. At least it wasn't snowing right now though. Still, Sonya didn't like the freezing cold conditions one bit.
She was wearing heavy cold-weather gear from head to toe. It was white and light-gray to blend in with the snow and ice on the ground. Her hood even had thick sleeves covering her sensitive legs. The gear was supposed to be rated to over seventy degrees below freezing, and wind over fifty klicks an hour. In spite of the rating, Sonya's poor legs were freezing, and the rest of her wasn't much better.