Voyages of the Nibelungen

[Colonel_Liam]

The sound of industry rang throughout the docking arm as Walküria and her entourage made their way towards her birthright. The ship that was docked with the space station, the Nibelungen, was 5 kilometers of void blackened adamantium, with shields and weapons capable of seeing off a squadron of frigates. Nearly 100,000 slaves, servants, cyborgs, and oath bonded beings made up the crew. Or at least they would have if the ship was fully manned. In truth the ship was not at it's best. The ancestral ship of her family had seen better days. The void was becoming a more and more dangerous place as the Confederacy's hold slowly broke down.

The ship's previous captain, Walkuria's uncle, had seen the ship through an ambush by former Navy ships, turned pirate, but at the cost of his own life in a desperate boarding action. He had lived long enough to make her his official heir and get the ship to a friendly port before he expired. Still the family finances had only been sufficient to cover the most serious of repairs. The new ships mistress had quiet a bit of work to do to make the Nibelungen great again, and restore her families fortunes.

 

[LeaT]

Talas was at the docking arm to meet the Captain as she took possession of the Nibelungen after the demise of her uncle. The petite Andorian had never met the new captain, nor the old one for that matter. Newly 'resigned' from the Andorian Imperial Fleet, Talas had decided to make her fortune as a mercenary. The Andorian Empire was very much a misnomer these days, with treaties and bureaucracy replacing victory and boldness it was time for her to go. She had the added incentive of a impending court martial to expedite her departure.

She hadn't left empty handed however, she had downloaded as much tactical, diplomatic, and technical specifications as she could lay her nimble blue fingers upon. Many would say the Nibelungen was past its prime, a perception Talas did little to change, but under the surface she had plans for upgrades that would make it a match for any privateer and most governmental starships in the sector. All she needed was a captain ruthless enough to seize what they needed from whoever had it. She had been doing an initial survey of the ship's systems which would explain her attire. She wore a one piece overall like a maintenance slave but had it stripped down and tied around her waist. A black sleeveless top let her cool off from her exertions.

The new captain was said to be some minor nobility of some sort. For Talas, authority was something the strong took for themselves. She intended to make no pretense to anything resembling a bow or even a salute as the small entourage approached. There were few Andorans in private service, so she knew she needed no introduction as she stood at the entrance to the ship's entrance, between Walküria and her birthright. It was not an outrigtht challenge, but she would make herself known to the new captain. However as the moment happened, and she saw or more precisely felt, the presence of her new Captain, reflex took over. She stomped one foot and stood straight at attention, the impact just enough to make her firm tits bounce for the briefest moment. She looked the tall woman who was obviously the leader of this entourage up and down a moment. She had the look of a goddess and it took a moment for Talas to regain herself, allowing the Captain to have the first words of their encounter.

 

[MsBloom]

Walküria "Ironcunt" Herjasdottir Sinmara of Utgard

The Nibelungen had been the flag ship of the Jötunn fleet and one of the most advanced and powerful ships in the galaxy when it was built. That was now more than a century ago and Walküria's grandmother Järnsaxa Kárasdottir who had commissioned it and used it spread fear across the very same galaxy was long since dead and the Jötunn empire had crumbled, piece by piece it had dissolved to rebellion and territorial wars until it now consisted of nothing but the home planet of Utgard, its moons and a few outlying mining planets in the solarsystem.

These were ruled by her twin sister Kára who had ascended the throne ten years before at the death of their mother Queen Herja Saxasdottir. The ascension had come at the price of losing the last colony outside Utgard's solarsystem. It was also the last time The Nibelungen had seen real battle.

After the death of Queen Herja it had been given to her brother Ymir Magnisson who had obtained a Rogue Trader Charter from the Confederacy of Planets and used it to raid rebelling colonies and planets as the confederacy slowly declined at the hands of privateers and private trade federations.

The charter had been left to Walküria along with the once glorious ship and even though it had certainly seen better days and was in need of some serious repairs and upgrades it was still not without pride that she now exited the transport ship that had take her to the space dock where the ancient beast was docked and now walked up the ramp to officially take command of.

Behind her walked two smaller women, then again most, women as well as men, were smaller than a Jötunn female, an Orion slave girl and a tall slender humanoid female. It was obvious to anyone watching the trio walk up the ramp that the two smaller women were subservient to the tall Jötunn princess who let a smile spread across her face at the bounce in Talas' breasts when she jumped to attention and was not shy to let her eyes linger on the pale blue orbs protruding under the sleeveless top for much longer than would be seen as appropriate in most societies.

Walküria stopped in front of the petite Andorian who only stood tall enough off the floor that she could have easily sucked on Walküria's fuller breasts without leaning without bending down. This sight caused the smile on Walküria's lips to widen even further.
"Former commander Talas of the Andorian Imperial Guard I assume," she said and slowly, almost reluctantly, lifted her eyes from Talas' breasts to her face.
"Is she ready for departure?" she then asked as she was well aware that Talas was the one in charge of repairing and readying The Nibelungen.
Basically the short pale blue female would be Walküria's second in command. She did after all not come without merit and Walküria had sought her out especially because of those merits even if she had not until that moment stood face to face with her.
"This is Vina and Hrafnir," Walküria said and indicated the two women behind her in turn.
"They are my personal consorts and not yours to command in any way unless I specifically give you permission or orders to."

She then walked onto the ship itself and onto the bridge where she sat down in the tall throne like captain's chair in an almost ceremonial way, as if she ascended her own throne the way her twin sister had ascended the throne of Utgard. She caressed the arm rests and leaned her head against the back rest. And as Vina and Hrafnir took their places at her feet on either side of the chair she knew she was home. This was why she had been born ten minutes after her twin sister, to ascend a throne that would reach much further than the one at the great hall of Utgard.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

As Walkuria made her way onto the bridge, the deck crew came to attention. In preparation for her arrival, all male officers had been relegated to duties elsewhere, leaving control of the ships most delicate operations to the valkyries. The crew resumed their duties when their new captain sat back in the command throne, her favored pets kneeling at her feet.

The hum of machines, and the low voices of the crew communicating systems updates ran around the bridge as the Jotunn princess surveyed her domain. Occasionally she would catch glances of crew members gazing up at her in various mixtures of fear, curiosity, and lust. Some of the veterans wondered how she would compare to her uncle Ymir as a captain, but it was also clear that the removal of male officers had forced promotions on young women within the void clans who were not fully comfortable with their rapidly elevated stations.

Two figures approached out from among the control stations and overseers. Both seemed to be baseline humans, though the older one clearly had been the subject of much cosmetic surgery. Bearing a tray of drinks and clad in what amounted to strap and flaps of sheer fabric, she silently offered fine Jotunn wine to the captain, her consorts, and Talas. Judging by the quality, Walkuria could only surmise was from Ymir's private stock as it was a rare vintage. She smiled, but said nothing, stepping back and kneeling below the consorts, seemingly awaiting orders.

The second younger woman was dressed as a scribe.She also bore the sign of a Sinmara oath bonded void clan, one of the families that had inhabited the ship for generations, many since it had been built hundred of years ago. Kneeling in front of the command dais, she proffered up a date slate to Talas. "If it pleases you mistress, I was your uncles secretary before his demise. I have compiled a report to bring you up to date on the status of your ship and domain. If it pleases you I can summarize my finding now." She blushed and then hastily added, "Or if my presumption offends you I will join the stoker crews in the engine rooms."

 

[LeaT]

Talas could practically feel the Captain's eyes on her breasts as palpably as if she had extended her hands to grope them. In any other situation, the face attached to those eyes would be slapped if not worse but such a thought didn't cross Talas' mind. She understood slavery existed here in a form not permitted in more civilized parts of the galaxy where more enlightened powers held sway. But for good or ill, she had made a choice to forswear that civilization for a place on this crew. She would need to be careful to not become one of Walküria's many possessions, while also not offending the powerful and beautiful woman.

"The ship is ready Captain, though there remains work to be done I don't believe there is much else to be done here." Not only was the Nibelungen more vulnerable at space port, it was also not generating any revenue for its owner or crew. Talas had her own motivations and becoming wealthy and powerful were high on that list.

Talas nodded to the trailing members of Walküria's entourage and simply replied "Understood Captain" regarding her lack of authority over them. It was irregular, such exceptions to the chain of command, but why should any other such protocols be honored with the way things ran on this ship. The more experienced male members of the crew had already been banished from the bridge, replaced with less talented and experienced females. Talas had spent no small amount of time, and charm, placating many of them to keep them on the ship. Some had no choice, but the best could leave, as could she, at least theoretically. She maintained an informal shadow bridge crew to consult when time allowed and to step up if it did not. It was dangerous territory but it had its merits.

The sense of ceremony wasn't lost on Talas when Walküria sat in the captains chair for the first time. Her adoring minions made it seem much more like a throne than a work station, but she would have to hope her new boss was able to fill both roles.

Talas declined the wine from the synthetically enhanced steward, her eyes drawn by the gravity of the large breasts until she caught herself and looked elsewhere. That sudden aversion brought the scribe into her view. This one looked quite out of place in the heightened sexuality and predatory nature of the rest of the bridge crew. She wondered for a moment if Walküria would banish her to the engine room as the scribe suggested.

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[MsBloom]

Walküria "Ironcunt" Herjasdottir Sinmara of Utgard

Having informed the Andorian of her lack of authority over her consorts, or perhaps more accurately, her concubines, Walküria turned her attention briefly to the two females that approached her. One of them bor the three-leaves branding on the left side of her neck to mark her as a slave to the Sinmara clan with the runes for Y and M on either side of the leaf pointing up, marking her as her uncle's personal slave. Those would of course have to be removed and replaced with her own runes if she wanted to make the well endowed blonde her own personal slave. She could of course also simply remove the runes and make her a generic slave to the clan, free for all who wore a signet ring with the Sinmara heraldic seal to use as they saw fit.

Without much more in the way of acknowledgement than an evaluative look at her barely clad body Walküria took a drink from the tray she presented and turned her attention to the second female that had approached her. This one bore the Ouroboros branded into the right side of her neck with the specific runes for The Nibelungen to the left and right of the serpents "waist". This meant that she was bound by oath to the ship and as such to its current captain, whomever that might be. It was a long standing tradition among the Jötunn to mark their loyal vassals in this manner, either binding them to themself specifically, or to a specific ship, fort or castle.

Walküria took a mouthful of mead from the cup and gave the scribe a nod.
"Leave the report with me and consider your last duty to your former captain and your first duty to your new captain fulfilled. You are dismissed."
She took the report and began leafing through it, nodding and humming as she browsed the technical details before looking up at Talas who stood at ease in front of her.
"Quite impressive are they not?" she spoke to draw Talas attention away from the slaves breasts.
"And why should you not appreciate them, indeed. She is a slave after all, bound to service by my uncle and as part of the crew also a part of my inheritance. She is yours to do with as you wish if you wish. Firstly though, let us have a look at this report together."

The two then spent the next hour going over technical specifications and upgrades until Walküria was fully satisfied that the Andorian indeed had everything ready for departure. There were still some aspects of the ship's systems that would need tweaking but all that could be done en route to wherever she fancied their first voyage together.

"Take us out of dock and set course for Deep Space 5."
The order was spoken firmly but still not without a certain softness to her voice.
"Aye Captain Herjasdottir," the young Disir navigator responded and executed the order without delay.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

The scribe bowed again and withdrew to a communications station nearby, ready to return if any of the officers required her services.

The busty slave attentively kept Walkuria and her entourages drinks filled and sweet meats on hand. Noting Talas' attention to her and the captains acknowledgement of her existence she knelt near Talas and smiled invitingly as she set her tray aside so as not to drop anything. However when Walkuria insisted on going over the report, business before pleasure, she withdrew slightly and went back to serving.

At the helm position one might have presumed that the young Disir had attained her position during the unexpected round of promotions, however she had in fact taken the job several months before the Nibelungen's recent misfortune. Her father had retired, trusting to youths agility and alacrity in matters of starship piloting, coupled with their species natural abilities in mathematics that made them close to biological calculators. The launch of the battered but proud ship went smoothly and soon the ship was speeding towards it's destination on the edges of what had once been considered "civilized" space though the gradual crumbling of the Confederacy meant that it was far from civilized these days, as Walkuria's uncle had learned to his regret.

The data slate the scribe had given the new captain was concise and efficient. Through an hours perusal Walkuria and Talas came to several conclusions.

1. The breakdown in stable trade routes had raised the price of common starship materials, making the repair of the Nibelungen cost substantially more, just for the basic repairs it had received. If Walkuria was able to source metals and electronics in excess of the secondary repairs the ship needed, they could be sold at a premium.

2. The cost of repairs had nearly drained the treasury Ymir had left to Walkuria. Her own estates back on Utgard provided her with enough passive income to maintain the ships expenses. However beyond a modest sum left in the treasury, Walkuria did not have much in the way of ready cash to pay for a cargo or more repairs. Of course they both knew there were ways to acquire cargo and money without paying for them.

3. The crew had suffered badly in the boarding action. At present the Nibelungen's crew stood at about 70% of it's usual size. If left alone it would take several years for the children currently aboard to be trained and reach an age suitable for full work days to bring the crew back to full strength. While this wouldn't affect daily ship running any major combat scenario or other emegency could not be expected to be met with full efficiency.

However, it was not all bad news. Before the attack Ymir had been taking the Nibelungen to Deep Space 5 to discuss a bussiness opportunity with the stations "Governor", a jumped up mafioso named Dren Gunda, who despite his humble origins was now the de facto ruler of that space station.

Finally, a small addendum at the end from the ships Chief Medical Officer requested a meeting with Walkuria at her convenience.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

@LeaT

 

[LeaT]

Talas looked at the 2 concubines awkwardly, unaccustomed to crew members not part of the chain of command. Her antennae curled forward slightly indicating some increase in her scrutiny of the pair but otherwise she made no comment or further gesture regarding them beyond a quick nod of understanding to her new captain. She had been brief on the various flavors of slavery and servitude of the crew, clearly a staple of Utgardian culture though largely foreign to her. She recognized the rune marking on each of the slaves as they came forward, recalling from her memory the status of each. It seemed an unnecessary complication at first but she was beginning to see the efficiency of such tight control over the crew. It could be decisive in combat, if only the Jötunn could keep up with the technology of the rising powers in the quadrant. Such rigid social structures had their benefits, but the technical dominance that came from more presumably open societies threatened the resurgence of this tirbe, as she saw it, as a galactic power.

Talas' blue cheeks turned a shade towards purple blush as her new captain had caught her inadvertent stare at the slave's breasts. She had been more drawn by the freak of nature enhancements that made her a near caricature of sexuality. "You are most generous captain." She said, her eyes returning to the great mounds of flesh that so many males, and more than a few females, seemed to admire and lust after. But just before the scribe was dismissed Talas spoke up. "And what of this one?" She asked in the context of having free use of the slaves. Her question was more an expression of interest as she felt she already knew the answer. But she took some perverse pleasure in singling out the otherwise forgettable scribe. She locked eyes on the bookish female, as much to imprint herself on the woman's memory as to make her point of interest in her. She had found humans could be quite deceptive between appearance and attitude, especially in regards to sex. Besides, the scribe meant data and information and in the modern space fleet, data was power.

After reviewing the data pad contents with Walküria the decision to proceed to Deep Space 5 seemed well advised. They needed resources both material and personnel and regardless of how they were obtained they needed the logistical support of a base and DS5 was well located for acquisitions using various methodology, i.e. commerce or piracy.

The second in command focused on the details of departure once Walküria gave her order. Standing over the shoulder of their young navigator she anticipated and monitored the movements of the young Disir. Once they were clear of the docking station and into free space she complimented the young navigator, one of the few new bridge crew that had clearly earned their position. She patted them on the head then her soft blue fingers caressed the long slender ears of the Disir. "That was well done." She said as she gently stroked the sensitive flesh. She knew such a gesture would have been too distracting when doing delicate maneuvers. She had never worked with Disir before, as usual she had done her homework and was intrigued both professionally and personally by the novel creature.

As the first watch continued, she tried not to think of the disgusting governor of DS5. Her memory of him made her skin crawl, if she were fortunate, she would need not be part of the negotiations. But she knew better than to expect to avoid him completely.

 

[MsBloom]

Walküria "Ironcunt" Herjasdottir Sinmara of Utgard

"The scribe is not mine to give away. She is oath-bonded to The Nibelungen and possibly of a family has been bonded to it for generations. She is of course yours to command as First Officer, as she is mine to command as Captain, but beyond that she is ... well ... free, in a manner of speaking," Walküria explained the status of the scribe to Talas, surprised that the Andorian did not already know this. She seemed to be otherwise well informed about the ship, though perhaps she had not yet had time to immerse herself in Jötunn culture enough to know the difference between slaves and Oath-bonded families. It didn't much matter as she was sure the pale blue female with gorgeous breasts and supposedly very sensitive antennae. Walküria had never had the opportunity to explore just how sensitive they were but rumour had it that if you knew how you could make an Andorian orgasm simply from stimulating their antennae. This thought had Walküria smiling as she now certainly would have ample opportunity to explore whether the rumour was true or not.

"Well done indeed navigator," she agreed with Talas when they were free of the dock and were en route to DS5 at maximum FTL speed, as maximum as the ship in its current state was capable of that was. It would require a few further repairs and adjustments before The Nibelungen was up to her old standards, or better as Walküria assumed was Talas' goal.
"She too is oath-bonded," Walküria explained to Talas as she noticed the caress of The Disir's outer ear, a very sensitive and highly erogenous part of their bodies.
"Which means she is free to consent or refuse your advances."

Sindra, hearing themself talked about in this manner, blushed and the single antennae at the back of her head turned a deep red, a clear sign that the young Disir was sexually aroused. She did however not say anything to either of the two commanding officers but rather checked her navigational calculations again.

Walküria stood up and looked around the bridge, locking eyes with each bridge officer in turn.

"Now I am not entirely certain how my uncle Ymir ran the ship when he commanded it but I will say this about my own command. I expect everyone to work hard and to the best of their abilities, sometimes perhaps even beyond. Firstly to once again make The Nibelungen a great war ship to match whatever else is out there, secondly to ensure its success as a raiding ship. I know some of you may question my decision to banish all male officers from the bridge and that those same people might consider some of you who are present here as less merited and competent for the job you have. Let us not forget though, that since the time the Yggdrasil took root in the three wells the Jötunn has been ruled by its females. It has been a matriarchy for as long as there are written records of The Jötunn an I intend to honour that now that The Nibelungen is once more under the command of a Jötunn female. I can not imagine what my mother thought when she gave command of it to my uncle. Perhaps she felt that I was not yet old enough or experienced enough to assume command of it. Perhaps she was right."

She walked up next to another tall female, who despite her almost six feet was still half a head shorter than Walküria, standing silently behind the weapons console and motioned for Talas to join them there.
"Most of you are at least familiar with one another as most of you also served under my uncle. There are however two additions to the crew that you may perhaps not be familiar with."
Walküria placed a hand on the tall female that, had it not been for a lack of antennae, could have been a taller darker version of Talas.
"This is Chief of Security and Second Officer Laaneth Undri. She is an old sister in arms of mine from the war against the Romulans. Many times we have saved each others' lives and as such owe each other our lives equally. I also consider her a dear and loyal friend."
Laaneth gave a nod at the other bridge crew on duty and locked eyes with them, which had most of them avert their eyes from her glowing gaze.

Beside the two natives of Utgard, one from the surface the other from below it, Talas was quite literally dwarfed barely reaching up to Walküria's shoulders.
"And this is Talas."
Walküria placed her other hand on Talas shoulder after having resisted the urge to first touch her antennae.
"Chief Engineer and First Officer."

Having made these introductions Walküria excused herself, clapped twice on her left thigh at which both her concubines rose and followed her as she left the bridge. A brief ride in the elevator she reached the medical bay.
"You requested my presence Doctor Hesra'lka'ao," she said and motioned for her concubines to wait just inside the door.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

While the enhanced slave woman once again, posed and presented herself for Talas' viewing pleasure as if offering herself silently, the young scribe, realizing that the exotic blue Andorian seemed to have an interest in her that was more than strictly professional flushed a deep red, though a hint of a smile creased her face. However Walkuria's words snapped her back to duty. "Yes shipmistress! My family help lay the keel for the Nibelungen when it was first commissioned!" she said in a blur of words, snapping back to active attention if she was needed again.

After shad addressed them the crew nodded. A few looked like they wanted to clap, but they were all still getting the measure of their new captain and no one was bold enough to openly applaud her speech, but they seemed to find her words acceptable if not quiet inspiring. When the captain left, all those who did not have pressing duties kept their attention on Talas and Laaneth.

Down in the medical bay, the Chief Medical Officer was perhaps the first person aboard who didn't bow and scrape to the Jotunn princess. Though she as not openly disrespectful she had a playful smirk on her face as she greeted the new captain. "Please my lady, no one aboard calls me that. Ralkaa is more than sufficient for me."

"Forgive me for my boldness, but I wanted to speak with your as soon as possible without your first officer. I do not know her well enough yet to even think of approaching her with my concern, but you seem to be your Uncle's niece thus far and that is gratifying to me. You see your uncle, may he rest in the void, was my benefactor beyond the relationship of captain and chief medical officer. We had an arrangement concerning my personal research projects. He supplied me with test subjects, and in turn I synthesized a number of.... compounds some of which may be frowned upon deeper within the Confederacy." She stated this all with no shame, gauging Walkuria's reactions.

@LeaT

 

[MsBloom]

Walküria "Ironcunt" Herjasdottir Sinmara of Utgard

Medical Bay @Colonel_Liam

"Ralkaa," Walküria repeated with a nod and crossed her arms under her breasts which pushed them up and made them stand out even more significantly than before.
She had of course known fully well that her uncle had traded in illegal merchandise, at least as far as the confederation of planets was concerned. She had suspected that part of that trade was slaves of one sort or another and forced test subjects for questionable research was certainly that. She ha also suspected that Uncle Ymir had traded in drugs but not that they were specifically designed by his chief medical officer and this piqued her interest.
"Please elaborate," she demanded without changing her stance.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

Medical Bay
@MsBloom as Walkuria


The medical officer's eyes took in Walkuria, but the solid red orbs were difficult to read. "Well as you know the confederacy has a dim view of genetic manipulation and other kinds of "radical" science. Such short sighted prudes. When I first graduated the Confederate Medical Academy I tried to keep my research under the radar, but as it went further it became impossible to conceal and so I... resigned and came out the edges of wilderness space to continue without interference. Unfortunately I wasn't able to to acquire the best in equipment and facilities and my access to materials was limited. At times I was forced to use myself as a test subject. Fortunately your uncle took me in, gave me this lab and access to the materials I needed so long as I kept the crew healthy or patched them together when they weren't. "


Boldly, the Chiss female reached out and strokes Walkuria's arm, running her fingers lightly over one of the shapes of her numerous tattoos. "If your own.. modifications are any indicator, you're like Ymir and not happy to stay in the mold. An agent of change like me."

Her hand drifted away and she turned brushing her hand over a featureless wall panel, the same as any other in the medical bay. With a hiss of pnumatics, the wall sid away to reveal another chamber, not nearly as sterile as the rest of the med bay. Inside a human woman was bound in place. NSFW Seeing them she immediatly began to rage and curse at them. "Let me go you bitch. When my clan get's it's hands on you, you'll wish you had never been born. You're gonna spend the rest of your lives as pigs for the reactor crews!"

The C.M.O glanced up at the captain and smiled. "This is one of my last test subjects. She was part of that boarding attack a few months ago. She was knocked out and left behind. I took her in as no one will miss her now."

Going to a side table she produced a case of brightly colored pills and vials. "These were the projects your uncle had me working on before he died." She held up a green vial and slowly drew out a measure of liquid with a syringe. "The first is the most refined of the batch. A formulae that produced complete subservience in the subject." She went forward and expertly injected the compound into the prisoner. In a mater of moments the woman relaxed in her bindings, her screaming gone, a placid look on her face. "The subject becomes quite docile and compliant to any authority figure around them for the duration of the dosage. It can be administered as an injection, taken orally as a pill, or even administered as a gas to be breathed in. If such a thing were legal in the Confederacy, its safe enough to clear the Food and Drug administration. Of course no chemical compound is completely without side effects. Perhaps 1 in a million subjects will react to the solution permanently, rather than in relation to the dosage. The poor creatures will be at the mercy of anyone they come across. This one, ought to be a good girl for the next hour or so." She said, stroking the prisoners hair like a pet.

Next she held up a pink pill. "Open wide." she said to the prisoner. Obediently the prisoner opened her mouth and the doctor pushed the pill onto her tongue. "Swallow." she said, and that command was followed just a quickly. "In the past on humanities homeworld their was a species of bear that was pushed to the brink of extinction. Despite conservation efforts, the foolish creatures simply would not mate fast enough to bring their population to a stable level. With this compound such a thing would not be an issue. Put simply it is a powerful aphrodisiac."

On the table the prisoner began to pant, moan, and groan, as her nipples engorged and her cunny began to leak copiously. All the familiar signs of female human arrousal were proudly on display. Even in her binding it seemed her only goal was to try and satisfy her sexual cravings. "This can be administered int the ways listed with the last drug. I often wondered just what would happen if we pumped it into the crew holds." Ralkaa said with a giggle. "Again a few might have a more permanent reaction to the drugs effects. Strangely it also has a chance of making the subject hyper-fertile, increasing the chance of multiple pregnancies and the chance of conception in general. A few unfortunates also found themselves unable to achieve real satisfaction even after multiple orgasms. I'll need more time and subjects to iron out those kinds of problems.

Ralkaa finally produced a blue pill. "This one may be my favorite, though it is the least refined of the three. I oftened wondered what it was like to have a male organ, but I rather like my own body. This pill allowed me to discover what it was like for a few hours. However it's not consistent yet. Cock size, the inclusion of testicles, semen production, potenecy.... at this point it's all rather something of a diceroll." she said, finally looking to Walkuria's again, the blue pill held in the palm of her hand, nearly invisible against her blue skin.

 

[MsBloom]

Walküria "Ironcunt" Herjasdottir Sinmara of Utgard

Medical Bay @Colonel_Liam (Ralkaa, C.M.O)

Few, if any, had ever dared touch her without being given permission, her sister perhaps and Laaneth but that was the extent of it and she could hear Hrafnir gasp behind her as if the human offspring of her sister (the result of an odd genetic defect in the Jötunn DNA that caused about 2% of all children fathered by a human male to become human rather than Jötunn) expected Walküria to strike the chief medical officer down for the boldness of her action.

Walküria did no such thing but rather allowed herself a brief smile at the admiring touch while allowing her own gaze to drop down to admire the Chiss doctor's impressive chest, impressive outside the Chiss species that is. Compared to other females of her species Ralkaa would be considered almost flat chested.

The tattoos Walküria assumed Ralkaa referred to as modifications were not especially uncommon among the Jötunn, in many cases they told the story of the person's life and achievements. Many of Walküria's tattoos spoke of her success as a warrior, battles won and notorious enemies slain, among them T'Maekh an infamous Romulan general known for her cruelty, a cruelty that surpassed even that of most Jötunn warriors was known for. She didn't just revel in death and destruction but took great pleasure in finding new, innovative methods of killing those who opposed her and the Romulan Empire. She had for instance once used a gas converter to replace the atmosphere of an Andorian outpost with Hydrogen Chloride and thus killed the entire population in an extremely painful, torturous manner.

Rather than explaining the significance of her tattoos Walküria nodded to confirm that she was indeed interested in Ralkaa's research into genetic modifications and a smile spread across her face as the chief medical officer revealed her hidden lab and its contents. The young woman chained upon the slab was indeed one that caused lust rise up in her. She was petite with tiny breasts and bound in an excruciatingly uncomfortable pose. The profanities and threats that came out of her also added to Walküria's arousal and she knew that all she would have to do was to order Ralkaa and her two concubines to leave her alone with the human and she could have her any way she wanted.

Ralkaa's continued explanation of her research further increased Walküria's interest and she watched the defiant young woman turn into a docile slave with seemingly no free will at all. That was however not the most interesting part of Ralkaa's research.
"So how long before I would feel the effects?" Walküria asked and held the blue pill between the thumb and middle finger of her left hand, holding it up to the light before popping it into her mouth and swallowing.

The effects were immediate. No more had she swallowed the pill before she felt an itch start to spread through her lower abdomen and crotch. Looking down she could literally see a bulge start growing through her tight black wolf skin pants and it grew big enough to not really fit inside. There was nothing for it. She had to open her pants and let out a rock hard cock of almost a foot and a half. The sight of it as it seemed to almost burst free from its restraints caused Walküria to laugh happily. This was indeed interesting research.

Eager to try out this new anatomical feature she removed the rest of her clothes, revealing that there were few spots below her jawline that was not covered in tattoos on her naturally muscular body. The exception of course being that monster of a cock that now protruded from her body looking almost like a weapon of utter destruction and considering the size of the human female chained to the slab that was not an entirely unlikely outcome.
"I assume that your intentions for this show and tell was for me to test the subject myself," she said and stepped up to the petite woman's face and demanded that she sucked her cock which the woman did without even hesitating, and even though Walküria had no experience with receiving a blowjob she still concluded that the human female was doing a very good job and soon she began to feel familiar, yet somehow very different, tingling sensations in her groin and even though she had no experience with how a male orgasm felt she realised that she was soon about to experience that very sensation.

She took the human woman's head in her hands and thrust her cock down her throat and let out a cry of power and satisfaction, almost like a victorious cry at the end of a battle, and felt the testicles tense and pump as she filled the human woman's throat and belly with semen. It was indeed a most marvellous sensation, powerful and intense like few orgasms she had had before.

When she pulled out the cock was still rock hard and the woman coughed up a thick white slimy substance. Walküria however was not done but instead walked around and grabbing hold of the human woman's hips aimed the cock at her dripping wet cunt. The cock went in with some effort and once it was all the way in Walküria closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the sensation of a warm and wet cunt adjusting to her huge cock fill her up, enjoying the way the cunt squeezed the cock tightly, massaging it, as if urging it to start fucking. And Walküria did just that. Hands on the woman's hips she began to thrust, long and hard strokes.

The human woman's cries were now ones of pleasure and lust and Walküria was pleased that she had first achieved one ejaculation orally before claiming the woman's cunt or she would not have lasted very long. As it was she felt as if she could keep going for hours and looking out to the more clinical part of the medical bay she ordered Hrafnir and Vina to approach.
"Kiss her and caress her breasts," she ordered them but then with a wicked smile turned her gaze at Hrafnir.
"You though, undress and make the cunt eat your cunt. Grind yourself against her face until it is entirely covered in your cunt slime."
While Vina positioned herself to pleasure the human woman's breasts Hrafnir undressed without question and climbed onto the slab and began to hump her fellow human's face while locking eyes with her Jötunn aunt across the woman's body.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

Medical Bay
@MsBloom as Walkuria

Rallka smiled as Walkuria took the pill from her and popped it into her mouth with seemingly not a second though. "I'm not sure. As you can guess, my chances to experiment on Jotunn test subject has been woefully inadequate. However considering the similar genetic markers between your species and human, coupled with your faster metabolism I hypothesize this dose will last perhaps an hour."

As Walkuria's change took effect, the Chiss produced a data tablet and began to furiously take notes as she observed the Captain's reactions. When the pants were removed she boldly took Walkuria's cock and then balls in hand. "Eleven inches an then some, proportional testicles and.... " she slid her hand between Walkuria's legs,"... the subjects vagina seems to have remained as well." she said, tapping the keys again, as Walkuria advanced on the bound prisoner, who was gazing at the massive member with desperate need.

She bent to Walkuria's will instantly, opening her mouth and letting the Jotun princess ravage her mouth and throats, tears forming in her eyes but never struggling against the choking appendage. Even when Walkuria had unloaded a massive dollop of cum down her throat, she begged for more. "Please, please, please, I can't handle this feeling! I need more!" she almost screamed as cum dribbled down her chin. Ralkaa moved forward and collected sample in a small jar.


"Please, please, please.", the girl begged as Walkuria lined herself up with her tight entrance, followed by a primal grunt of pleasure as her lips parted for the fat head of Walkuria's cock and the girl came hard. "YEEEEEEEESSSS!" she screamed, her eyes rolling back as the aphrodisiac overpower her brain and she entered an almost animal like lust frenzy, eagerly licking at Hrafnir's pussy as Walkuria ravaged her from behind.

Ralkaa stood to Walkuria's left. "I take it the sensation are sufficient for you?" she asked, still taking notes, though her face was slightly flushed.

 

[MsBloom]

Walküria "Ironcunt" Herjasdottir Sinmara of Utgard

Medical Bay @Colonel_Liam (Ralkaa, C.M.O)

Walküria kept going without letting herself be distracted by the clinical approach of the Chiss doctor. If anything it put a grin on her face as she pounded into that tight wet canal while watching her human niece grind herself to orgasm against the bound woman's face and hearing the cries of unspeakable pleasure from the test subject.

She herself was not one to make a lot of noise when she had sex, other than to order her partners about, to make them do what she wanted them to do. It was for that exact reason she told Vina to stop playing with the test subject's breasts and instead busy herself with licking her mistress' cunt.

That double sensation of pleasure sent Walküria over the edge and she ejaculated from both her vagina and from her drug induced cock at the same time and uncharacteristically she now let out a deep growling noise that rose to a howl of pleasure. If her first orgasm by cock had been a pleasure of explosive proportions the addition of a vaginal orgasm on top of it was beyond anything she could possibly have ever dreamt of. Her entire body spasmed as if she was having an epileptic fit, the eyes rolled back into their sockets and she could only just barely breathe once the orgasmic howl had died out as abruptly as it had risen.

Still her erection did not seem to fade and she kept going. This time another idea came to her and she asked Ralkaa if perhaps she had a dildo or better yet a strap on among her less official research tools. If she did would it be too much to ask for her to use it. Walküria wanted to know if an even more powerful orgasm could be achieved by having her own cunt fucked while she fucked the human test subject's cunt.
"Purely in the name of science of course," she added but allowed her gaze to linger on the doctor's breasts.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

Medical Bay
@MsBloom as Walkuria

The new captain and her toys were quiet a sight to behold for Ralkaa, or truly anoyone who had the privilege of seeing them. Hrafnir's juices mingled with her aunts cum at had overflown from the prisoners mouth as she had licked an sucked on the shorn scalped girls pussy, while the Orion slave girl's face and hair were matted down with Walkuria's feminine juices. Between them all the dark skin girl writhed, her body craving more and more sensual sensation, ever as her stomach bulged slightly from the copious amount of cum shoved into her from either end, and her ravaged pussy let out a steady trickle from the huge creampie Walkuria had just delivered. NSFW All the while she moaned out, "More... please more."


Ralkaa noted this all down, mumbling to herself as she typed, however it seemed she still had some level of propriety to her captains wishes and commands. "I apologize captain, I don't keep such things here in the medical bay. However if I might offer an alternative..." reaching into her jacket pocket she produced a vial of more blue pills. Seeing Walkuria's gaze upon her, she smiled and set the vial down, before she stripped off her white jacket, neatly folding it and setting it the the side, leaving her her a set of lacy black lingerie with a garter belt that held up a pair of black stockings, certainly not standard clothing for the medical wing. She removed her bra and panties as well, though the belt and stocking stayed. Tapping a pill onto her palm, she waited to see who Walkuria wanted to for the honor of mounting her from behind. NSFW

 

[MsBloom]

Walküria "Ironcunt" Herjasdottir Sinmara of Utgard

Medical Bay @Colonel_Liam (Ralkaa, C.M.O)

Despite having experienced the effects of the blue pill herself the thought of another one of the three women in the secret lab taking one and use the effect to fuck her had not crossed her mind. The idea of course was brilliant because as much as can be said for a good strap on there was nothing to compare to a real cock of a good size, stiffness and stamina. Perhaps this was because somewhere in the back of her mind she wanted this drug all for herself, as a way to spread her seed through the galaxy. For the time being though she gave a nod at Ralkaa, indicating that she was the one to take the pill and proceed to fuck her from behind.

After this initial test she would ask if it was possible to make a second version of the drug with all the same effects except for fertility. There were so many possibilities floating around her subconscious and in the end they all amounted to one and the same thing; herself as ruler of the galaxy. No one could say she had ever been anything if not ambitious.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

Medical Bay
@MsBloom as Walkuria

Ralkaa was of course unaware of exactly what was going through her captain's thoughts beyond those ones of an obvious lustful nature. Taking a deep breath, she popped the pill into her mouth. The reaction was about as immediate as Walkuria's had been, though the process seems quiet a bit more taxing on the Chiss doctor. She bent double, clutching her stomach as her body morphed. Gradually the area her clitoris would have occupied swelled into a modestly sized cock, perhaps 6 inches, with all the features and differences typical of that species. NSFW

She took a moment to catch her breath before stooping down to grab a crate that had once held sample vials. Placing it behind Walkuria, she stepped up onto it to account for their height difference. Gripping the Jotun's hips she began to run her cock between Walkuria's legs to coat it in her juices. One hand slipped around Walkuria's waist and began to stroke her cock from the base and and as far as she could reach, to perhaps halfway along the length. "I must say, Jotun metabolic responses to my compound seem to be rather severe. Beyond just he size, your rest periods are surprisingly short." she murmured, her analytical observations stated in a more sultry tone now that her observations were more intimate.

On the table, the prisoner seemed to struggling to wiggle within her bindings to scoot closer to Walkuria's cock, and forward to lick at Hrafnir's cunny, seemingly unable to make a decision about what she wanted more. Like a piece of metal caught between two magnets.

 

[MsBloom]

Walküria "Ironcunt" Herjasdottir Sinmara of Utgard

Medical Bay @Colonel_Liam (Ralkaa, C.M.O)

"We are after all the descendants of giants," Walküria said in response to Ralkaa's comment about Jötunn metabolism and its effects on the drug.
She had not thought the size of her chemically induced penis as anything other than quite average (perhaps even on the smaller end of the scale) since most Jötunn males she had encountered had cocks well over a foot when fully erect, some as large as a foot and a half. They were also known across the galaxy for their stamina.

This was of course not something she dwelled upon under the circumstances. Instead he mind and body was entirely focused on the perhaps much smaller, but still impressively thick, cock sliding between her legs as she herself aimed her cock at the human test subject's anus. Though she could just as easily have shot another load of semen just from Ralkaa's hand moving along the shaft.

"Fuck me," she commanded in a seductive whisper.
"Fuck me hard."

 

[Colonel_Liam]

Ralkaa grinned from behind her Jotunn mistress. "I'll be sure to conduct plenty of experiments for my own data collection then." she said in a sulty whisper of her won, kissing at Walkuria's spine while her hand gave the base of Walkuria's cock a few more pumps before it move down to gently massage the large testicles that hung below. Keeping her other hand on Walkuria's hip she moved her cock along Walkuria's wet pussy, and then gradually inserted herself, a long whimper escaping her lips. It seemed she was rather sensitive and Walkuria was also living up to her nickname. "I.... almost came already" she admitted. She took several deep breaths and seamed to regain her composure a little before she started to move, slowly at first, but picking up speed so that the sound of her hips smacking against Walkuria's ass joined in with all the other lovely sound ringing through the hidden chamber.

In her bindings, the former pirate moaned out long and hard as Walkuria's fat cockhead plunged into her tight little sphincter. Her pussy had been tight, inexperienced even, but this entrance was virginal, Walkuria's to explore and exploit as the first explorer. She looked over her shoulder at Walkuria the drug still overriding her better sense, judging by the wanton look on her face. Her words mirroed Walkuria's but her's were a plea, not a command. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmeeeee!" she screamed out as she began to twerk (NSFW) on Walkuria's cock, her eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out of her mouth. Each thrust Walkuria made into the poor girl shifted he body, and the previous creampie she had left splurted out of the girl's pussy, a lewd squelching noise joining the symphony.

 

[MsBloom]

Walküria "Ironcunt" Herjasdottir Sinmara of Utgard

Medical Bay @Colonel_Liam (Ralkaa, C.M.O)

Sweet fuck! It certainly was another level of pleasure as Ralkaa penetrated her cunt while she herself pushed her chemically induced cock into the human test subject's tight (possibly virgin) ass. She threw her head back and growled like a predatory wild animal having just torn open the throat of its prey. The double sensation of both fucking and getting fucked almost had her orgasming right that very moment, but with her iron will she managed to control herself and began to move back and forth between her two partners, pushing back onto the Chiss doctor's amazing cock and thrusting forward into the human female (writhing with excruciating pleasure as her anal cavity was ravaged) going deeper with each thrust until her testicles slapped against the cum leaking cunt.
"You," Walküria said and nodded at Vina, "get underneath her and eat my cum from her cunt.
Vina of course obeyed immediately and without question.

This was far from Walküria's first orgy but without question the best one she had directed so far. And through the haze of her rising pleasure she imagined herself on a throne, stroking her cock with a matured Fairy Dragon egg in her cunt, enjoying the vibrations from the small creature, native to the Southern woodlands of Utgard, trying to hatch, while watching and directing an interspecies orgy, enhanced by whatever drugs Ralkaa and herself could think up. The most masculine of males having been turned female with (or better yet) without their consent and being used like cheap whores. She saw The Nibelungen transformed into a mobile brothel catering to all and any kink imaginable (and some unimaginable) with herself not only as its captain but as supreme and ruthless ruler.

In this way the five of them kept fucking, licking, and grinding for a good half hour more, during which it was obvious that the nameless test subject had several orgasms, each one stronger than the one before, squirting all over Vina's face until she seemed to pass out, completely spent and exhausted (almost certainly also debydrated).
"Now cum with me," Walküria instructed Ralkaa who had by then already given her several vaginal orgasms.
She kept thrusting, moving between the cock in her cunt and the asshole gripping her cock tightly and then, letting out a roar that certainly would have been heard far and wide on The Nibelungen had not the secret lab been sound proofed, she emptied her testicles into the human woman's asshole with such force that the cum leaked out of her mouth and onto Hrafnir's cunt.

It was an orgasm of such intensity that Walküria too passed out from it.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

Eventually Walkuria would start to regain conciousness. She felt a pair of soft tongues running over her sweat slick body, the air cool around her, as she lay on a bed of Triaxian silk, her body feeling every inch as she was still naked. As she opened her eyes she would see Hrafnir and Vina slowly licking the sweat and droplet of sexual fluid from her body. She would note that her pubic region was back to it's usual state. She would feel as though she were waking up after breaking a fever in her sleep, her muscles ached, and she felt dehydrated, in fact were it not for the properties of Triaxian silk she was sure the bed under her would be soaked. And most of all she was hungry. The kind of hunger that came from fasting for 3 days or more.

"Ah you're awake again." Ralka's voice said through the blur of waking up. She was seated by the large bed Walkuria lay in the middle of, dressed in her lingerie again, eating a plate of replicated eggs and toast with butter. "I must say your reaction to my little drug was quiet impressive, though that of course comes with it's own trade offs. Your body needs protein, calories and electrolytes." she said, matter of factly. She gestured to a glass of colored liquid Walkura would recognize as a drink popular with athletes and workers in high temperatures environments. "Your pets and I managed to get you your unc.... the captains quarters without anyone else in the crew seeing you." she added, gesturing to the grand bedroom they now occupied.

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[MsBloom]

Walküria "Ironcunt" Herjasdottir Sinmara of Utgard

Captain's Quarters @Colonel_Liam (Ralkaa, C.M.O)

With a soft moan Walküria began to regain consciousness, being tended by her consorts the way they always did after she had fucked and been fucked properly. They were licking her body clean of sweat and any other substance that might still linger on her skin, in her mouth, cunt and ass. She allowed for a smile to briefly drift across her lips and patted the two females on their heads, the way one might a beloved pet.
"Now that was ..."
It was not often Walküria was lost for words to talk about her sexual experiences but this ... this had left her without words. It was something she had never before experienced, and that was saying a lot in her case. She had enjoyed the oral pleasures of the Myrcopha people with tongues that could reach deep enough inside the vaginal tract of most humanoid species to actually penetrate the cervix in their pursuit of eggs from the ovaries. She had been fucked by by a herd of hermaphrodite Sirens. She had been covered in the aphrodisiac slime of the X'ophian giant mollusc at a brothel in the outer rims of the galaxy which had caused her to orgasm non stop for almost an entire hour before the effect mostly wore off. There had still been enough of the active substance left to send Hrafnir and Vina into orgasmic frenzies as they cleaned her after but nothing like what Walküria had experienced. But none of the above even began to come close to what she had experienced that day. Maybe it was because one might actually say that she had lost her virginity a second time, maybe it as the power of ejaculation. She had of course ejaculated befor but never the way a male ejaculate.
"I honestly don't fucking know what that was, just that it was the best sex I have ever had," she eventually concluded.

As she slowly grew more and more awake and her strength returned she also concluded that she was famished and thus sat up and reached for the communicator while Hrafnir and Vina finished their clean up.
"Bessy," she said calling the ship's cook.
"I want three large Cave Bear steaks with three choices of sauce, a dozen large cheese filled baked potatoes and four bottles of Hyperian Fire Wine."
It was perhaps a huge order to a smaller humanoid species, each steak alone would be about 3 pounds, but she was hungry like she had never been hungry before.
"For dessert I think I'll have Raxo Cherries flambé. Bring it personally to my quarters."

She then turned to Ralkaa while gently pushing her consorts off her body. She was going to shower after the meal but for now she quite enjoyed the lingering scent of sex in the room.
"How was it for you Doctor?" she asked.
The two did after all share the experience of using an actual cock to fuck with and it would make sense for them to compare notes.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

There was a shuffling noise from the other end of the communicator as the cook fumbled with the buttons on the corresponding device. She had never truly mastered it, her mind not able to handle complicated tasks outside of her particular skill set, a trait that made her rare among her kind. "Yes Mas... Yes Misss.. Mistress." she managed stumbling through the change in form of address between Walkuria and her late uncle. The clatter of pans and sizzle of flames could be heard over the speaker, evidence that Bessy had forgotten to end her transmission before she began cooking.

Ralka took a moment to sip her own drink before she answered her captain's question. "Oh it was quiet wonderful Captain, though I must apologize for your lapse in conciousness. I didn't imagine your metabolism would react so strongly with my compound." she replied. "I also didn't imagine that would ever be on the giving end of fucking a Jotun. It will be a memory not to be forgotten soon. I don't think our little friend back in the lab will forget it either. I managed to stabilize her after your... enthusiastic response. She'll live, though I think she'll be on a liquid diet going forward. Something to keep in mind if you don't want to damage your pets if you decide to use my compounds again. That has it's own interesting application on how to get her protein rich meal of course. Sadly, I think she's reached the limit of her usefulness as a test subject though, so I'll leave her fate in your hands."

Ralka paused for a moment and looked around the spacious living quarter. They were opulent, the bedroom alone would have housed at least a hundred crewmembers in their bunk beds and shanty town dividers. "Speaking of pets, your uncle had quiet a few." she nodded to a door that led deeper into the Walkuria's quarters. This one had a special lock, openable only by someone with the genetic markers of Ymir's bloodline. Inside was his harem of lovers. Purchased slaves, members of the crew he had taken a fancy to, and others acquired through other means of varying legality.

Ralka produced a dataslate. "I have their medical files here if you wish to peruse them and decide their fates. I imagine you'll be wanting to make space for your own... projects." she said. As ever her red orbs were unreadable. Inside the dossier were pages and pages of Ymir's favorites. As Walkuria perused just the first few pages it became clear that it would take some time to peruse the whole thing. Inside were a variety of xeno species as well as humans. Looking over some of the names and listed relationships it became clear that Ymir had left Walkuria more non-Jotun cousins than just the girl serving drinks on the bridge.

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