Crashed on Slythxx {darkest_fate&Zacki}

[Zacki]

Beta hadn't meant a threat when talking to Kelli about the Holsta, the current breeding partners of the Slyth, and was oblivious to her nervousness about the revelations. As Kelli began to explain clothing, Beta listened intently, nodding his head as she explained. "I see, I see. We have groupings these days, but normally one is a member of a group based on a Synch-chip nowadays, but status symbols makes sense. I suppose attracting a mate would be an interesting style of clothing - something to make their hormones rage?" He commented, scratching his head.

Watching as Kelli froze up to the motion of his caress along her skin, starting at her nether regions did not escape Beta's notice. "What kind of clothing do you use to attract attention of mates?" He asked, looking at Kelli's face, his hand removing itself from her body for the moment. "By the way, would you like some water? Alpha mentioned that you drink a fair amount of water.." He commented, making an offer with the sweep of his hand. If Kelli accepted his offer, he would retrieve the gourd, moving to unstopper it with a bit of strength, moving to bring the gourd's mouth to her lips, so she could drink the water.

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The Alpha noted to itself that Amelia immediately began to regret her actions, and with proper discipline, would not repeat them, he was certain. His own actions were filled with a prideful appearence, and as he walked alongside Amelia's carried table, it became obvious that almost all other members of the Slyth encountered bowed their heads or dropped to all fours briefly in a show as the pair passed. The Alpha seemed to radiate confidence, on his own terms, and as they stepped into his private quarters, he seemed to relax somewhat, his chest not quite as stuck out and overbearing.

As the Alpha explained Amelia's upcoming punishment, he watched as she looked like she wanted to tell him off, and her silence left him believing that she thought better of her possible words. She nodded in response to the punishment tools explanation, and she seemed a bit uncomfortable with the fact that she was released, though she didn't put up any fight as he moved to chain Amelia to the ceiling, the chains supporting most of her weight. He adjusted it so that the front of her feet could touch the ground, though she'd still be stretched a bit as time went on.

With Amelia hanging and ready for him to begin, the Alpha quietly moved back to the drawer, a bit surprised that the chains took practically everything he had pulled to form. In retrospect, it shouldn't have surprised him as much, he supposed, as he moved to pull out a dozen fresh strands, his mind willing them into a long whip made of metal, which quickly took a hide-like property as to spare Amelia's body from having too much damage. The next action he did was to approach Amelia, using his claws to cut the material of her flight suit at the shoulders, slicing downward carefully as he removed the backing material of the suit, cutting down straight forward until he reached her buttocks, where he moved to stop cutting right where Beta's previous claws had stopped cutting, leaving the sides of her garments intact as well as the coverings on her limbs, but removing the back of the garment to expose her back and ass, intending to punish her there.

Stepping back around to Amelia's front, Alpha then stated, calmly while looking into Amelia's eyes, "Your punishment will begin with some test blows as I test the whip. Once I reach the right balance, you will begin counting and will count the blows until they reach the total number, which will be ten for this first time infraction. Am I understood?" Once Amelia gave him confirmation, he would move around her, cracking the whip as he got used to it's balance and weight.

The first whip blow would be ridiculously light, obviously not meant to do much more than testing one's aim. The second blow was slightly sharper, and Alpha worked up the whip's motions until he heard Amelia gasp out in pain or saw a red welt created, whichever came first. "Now, begin counting." He would order, before continuing his well aimed blows, striking each blow a bit below the previous, moving from her upper back to lower back systematically, stopping once she finished counting to the number ten. Once his punishment was dealt, Alpha would walk back around to Amelia, before he stated, "The next time I give you an order to clean off something with your mouth, what will you do?" He asked, leading her up to stating that she would use her tongue.

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Theta was definitely playing into Pat's hands with the insults, however, Surrok's words made him cool his head. He was getting too worked up over a disobedient woman, and he just had to give her something to fear. As she replied with sarcasm, Theta decided to explain for Surrok. "Most of their cultures do a good job of controling their females. However, there is this 'Western' Culture which believe them equal to the males, despite the fact they are muscularly weaker and less capable than the males."

Pat's ability to resist might have been an issue if there hadn't been three Slyth handling her and two more Slyth ready with staffs, on top of her collar - all in all, it was ridiculous overkill, and yet, ripping off her clothing was quick enough, leaving her in her undergarments. Surrok then ordered, seemingly appraising the situation, "Leave the silver bits of clothing intact - I think they suit her body beautifully." With that, then came the fumbling as the Slyth spent time trying and eventually succeeding at getting the clasps to unlock, no simple feat with their thick fingers. Moving her onto the St' Andrews' Cross and locking her in went much better, and as she was locked in, Theta finally approached within range of possibly getting kicked or hit for the first time.

The first thing Theta did, which might be laughable in itself, was to produce a grey-colored ball gag, moving to shove it into Pat's mouth and strap what seemed to be soft metal binding in place, the Slyth looking tired of listening to her words. "There, now that I don't have to listen to her, you want control restraints. Shall I put them on her sensitive body parts?" Theta asked, pointing at Pat's sex and then at her breasts, and Surrok stroked his chin.

"Sure, go right ahead - make them piercings while you are at it." Surrok replied, and Theta smiled, opening up a drawer, and taking out three black, long needles, two tiny yellow spherical gems and one tiny red spherical gemstone.

Theta then approached Pat, with him singing in a sickeningly happy voice, "Ah, to pierce a lesser being and make them writhe…" He started, taking hold of her left nipple, tweaking it and pulling on it a bit as he tried to warm it up, waiting for it to stiffen before he would bring the thin needle to it. Making sure Pat didn't writhe enough to get away by holding her breast and nipple, Theta pierced the nipple sideways, and after it pierced, the needle bent and refolded itself, moving to grasp the yellow gemstone, forming into a nipple ring. Theta repeated the process with the right nipple, letting Surrok inspect the creature's work.

"Now, the third piercing is especially painful, as it's the most sensitive spot on the body." Theta began, his eyes leering at Patricia, letting her know full well what he was going to pierce. He had gone far enough to reach down when Surrok stopped him.

"I said I didn't want her completely broken yet. Let's see how effective these two will be, before we install the third one." Surrok ordered, and Theta glanced at him, sighing a bit disappointedly, before nodding. He then pulled out a control, which he pressed a button on, and electricity began to transfer through the metallic rings, moving through Pat's nipples in the process...

 

[darkest_fate]

Even with her current situation, Kelli couldn't help but be fascinated by this other society. That had been part of the reason she'd been selected for this crew. Others, such as Pat, were looking for adventure or to test their skills. Captain Amelia had seen it as part of her duty. Kelli, Kelli had taken on the mission to learn, to find out about this species. Still, she wished that they hadn't met under these circumstances.

"Usually it's clothing that accents the body," explained Kelli. She could almost feel her voice getting more hoarse as she spoke. "Sometimes it's colorful or something. A woman might wear clothing that compliments her eye color, for example, to attract attention," again she tried shrugging, only to find the bindings preventing such motion. She paused to swallow, feeling how dry her throat was.

"Yes, please," said Kelli, nodding, "we need at least a few liters of water a day, else our bodies can deteriorate. If you're," she paused to swallow, "if you're going to use us for, for mating, we'll need more. Our species uses a lot of fluids in mating."

She'd paused to drink, hoping that her information would actually help the situation. The captain had suggested that they cooperate, and it suited Kelli well. She wasn't a fighter; she left that to people like Pat.

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Something about the way the alpha moved had Amelia on a greater alert. This was his lair, his turf; he had every advantage here, and he knew it. She could steel herself as best she could, could think as fast as she was capable, could resist, but he would have the upper hand. she had to realize that, and react accordingly.

As the alpha moved, Amelia tried to follow his motions. She knew he was preparing for her punishment, and she also knew that she was not going to like it. The captain's entire body had already tensed in preparation, though she knew that was just as likely to cause problems as to help her any. Still, in her position, Amelia could see the alpha drawing out a whip. It didn't take an expert to figure out what he was planning on using to torture her, and what was likely to happen next. If anything, the knowledge just made Amelia stiffen further. She barely flinched as the lizard man tore at her suit, baring her rear. Amelia could feel the air kissing her bared skin, and knew that the alpha now had a splendid view of her white back and tight ass. Again, she could easily guess what was going to happen next.

"Understood," was all Amelia said, her jade eyes focused as straight ahead as she could manage. The whip cracked; the woman didn't even flinch. A blow landed upon her, a light one, and Amelia's lips parted to speak. However, she recalled what he said, and she guessed that this simply didn't count, as he was busy getting a feel for her tough her skin was. So the woman simply clenched her jaw, hardening her will further.

More blows. The woman didn't even wince, and it would be when her skin turned a crimson red that the alpha got the sign he was looking for. Finally, he announced that he was ready. The blow came; and the woman responded with a clear, audible voice: "One."

They continued, seeming aimed to cause as much displeasure as possible. Amelia could feel her body reddening, and she knew that the marks would show especially well upon her pale skin. They hurt like hell too: leaving burning sensations all across. Yet there was something almost... almost pleasant about the burning sensation in her ass. Amelia pushed the thought to the side, as she did the rest, simply announcing each blow as it came.

They stopped at ten. Amelia was breathing hard, a little shaky, but her expression was still firm. Her gaze still shifted as the alpha approached, and she met him as best she could manage. "I obey the order to the best of my ability," she said, her voice at its enunciating best. "If you order me to use my mouth, I use my mouth; my tongue, my lips, whatever it takes to get the job done."

Really, it wasn't all that different from some of the harsher training she'd received. Take away the fact that Amelia was naked and this creature wanted to fuck her, and it was nearly an exact replica of her training.


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"Y'know, that Western Culture's spreading. It's actually the dominating way of thought. Equality and all that," replied Pat, her voice as flippant as ever. "Guess that's not going here, what with the freaky white one getting shoved into a hole and all."

She lapsed into silence, mostly forced there. The command nearly made Pat chuckle. They would be the kind of freaks to leave a woman in just her bra and panties. There was a comment about being fetishists in there somewhere, but Pat was busy not getting squished by lizard guards at the moment. They were tying her up on the cross, and she tested the bindings on legs and arms, not at all surprised that they were built to withstand her. If anything, she was glad to finally be taken seriously.

"Seriously, a gag? What, afraid I'm gonna talk--mrph!" the woman's retort was smothered as a ball separated her perfect, pearly white teeth. Dazzling blue eyes narrowed in anger and frustration, and she jerked forward, nearly moving the cross. Somewhere deep within, Pat knew that all she'd really managed to do was make things harder for herself. She knew, but she didn't care. Instead, the heaving, sexy blonde woman strained against the cross and yelled into her gag.

As such, she missed the bit about control restraints. The woman had rested on the cross, breathing deep and watching them with slitted eyes. She heard the bit about piercings, and her eyes went wide at that bit of knowledge. The struggle resumed as they drew out needles. Technically, Pat had gotten a few body piercings: her ears and naval. They weren't allowed in space flight though, for various reasons, and she was betting that they weren't planning on such simple adornments.

they shifted her bra, baring a magnificent breasts. Pat's breasts were the largest of the crew, and were a hefty handful even for the lizard folk. She yelled into the gag as they squeezed one, watching as a pink nipple swelled. it stiffened from the treatment, stiffened into a taut mountain. The needle slid into Pat, and she yelled, feeling the pain, strangely mixed with a surge of pleasure, as the metal slid into her body. It felt strangely appropriate, likely designed to acclimate quite quickly to the body. The process was soon repeated on the other nipple, the woman again yelling into her gag.

the pierced chest heaved, each breast seeming especially erotic, adorned as they were with the rings. Her eyes were locked onto Theta, drool dripping from her gagged mouth like bile from a dog. The creature was threatening to pierce something else, and Pat could guess what they were hinting at. Her eyes dared them to try it, suggesting that they couldn't.

Sure enough, this was true, though not for the reasons Pat hinted toward. Her head swiveled as they moved to a control, and she spoke into the gag, the sound obviously muffled. A switch was flicked, and electricity shot into Pat. She screamed as it tore into one of the most sensitive areas of her body. The woman jerked and writhed against the bindings, her lean body straining. The breasts seemed to almost jerk and wiggle, driven by electricity, the nipples straining even tighter with piercing and surge. The woman could feel the pain coursing through her, and again, the slight erotic punch of it being directed through her sensitive area caught her by surprise. Her reaction would, of course, depend on how long she was shocked. Pat could take quite a lot of punishment, and was determined to make things difficult. However, too much shock on her area would damage the woman regardless; her body could only hold out so far...

 

[Zacki]

Beta listened to Kelli with interest, letting her drink up all the water remaining in the gourd, nodding his head. "I see, color would certainly attract attention. As for water, this city is built on a giant reservoir, which isn't uncommon for this planet. However, during breeding season, the Holsta make water gathering difficult until one relieves oneself before-hand." Beta replied, looking at her with interest, pleased to have one that was willing to talk about their civilization.

Beta nodded his head, before staring at Kelli, suddenly licking his lips. "You know, I would like to see something like these clothes you are describing. Perhaps we can even synthesize such clothing, yes." He commented, getting lost in thought for a few moments, before suddenly snapping back. "Anyways, tell me something about your culture. Something not in the recordings of death and destruction, the wars and the global warming debate. I'm afraid I've seen images of your particular skin and hair color, but is there a wide cultural variety among your people as well?" He asked, mentally taking notes as he studied Kelli's expressions and reply curiously.

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The Alpha watched as Amelia not only endured the pain, but endured to the point that she could speak clearly and concisely enough. It brought a measure of respect and caution in the Alpha, noting that her mental fortitude was higher than some of the programs and recordings he had born witness to suggested, and he chalked it up to her military training. Still, such training made her more capable, and as he listened to her response to his correction, her satisfactory answer brought a slight nod from his head.

"That is correct, KAP-TAN. And now that you understand that basic principle, we can move onto more onerous pursuits." Alpha replied, his hand moving to brush up against Amelia's sex, his finger re-entering her moist sex, wiggling around as he made certain she was still moist and ready. After he verified her moisture, and provided it was still there, the plates on his abdomen seemed to push open, moving slightly to the side as a long shaft revealed itself, approximately nine inches in length and an inch and a half in diameter, which vaguely resembled a human cock, except that around the head, the shaft had a ring of thorn-like studs, which were soft and flimsy at the moment, but seemed to be stiffening as the shaft stiffened in the air.

Standing in front of Amelia, Alpha thought little about his exposure to the woman, after all, it was time to see how well she would take being mated with. "Spread your legs." He ordered, his hands moving to Amelia's hips as he lifted her, moving to position his shaft underneath her, intending on moving to slowly drop her onto his shaft, his hands slowly guiding her down, provided Amelia hadn't closed her legs and tried to stop him. Once he felt that she had sunken enough for gravity, his hips would take over as he thrust outwards, then inwards, aiming to sink another inch with each thrust until the head of his shaft hit as deep as it could go or Amelia's wet pussy swallowed his shaft completely.

Once his shaft was completely embedded inside of her, Alpha paused to let Amelia recover, moving to press his lips against hers, his tongue invading her mouth to explore her, giving her a moment to get used to him as well as giving him a moment to get used to the situation of having his shaft entering a tight, moist hole which would bear his children, presumably.

**********

Surrok listened to Pat's response, but had no clue what 'Western Culture' was, nor much about their way of life. Equality sounded like something that made sense, at least from one Slyth to another, but Pat didn't exactly qualify for that situation. She seemed indignant in not being able to talk, which was likely the only pleasure she got in the last short bit, and all she could get while being bound to the cross. She seemed to take the pain, and her eyes didn't show signs of her fire weakened from the pain of the piercing itself.

Theta's demonstration of the devices was effective, and Surrok watched the woman jerk and writhe on the cross, and the electricity lasted for a few seconds before it was shut off, with Theta turning to look at Surrok. "That is insufficient to break her, though it might make her think twice before attacking, possibly. If you want her to writhe helplessly for a while, as well as prep her for mating, the third will be desirable." He suggested, and the warrior glanced back at Pat, before making up his mind mentally.

"Go right ahead and put in the third piercing." Surrok stated, and Theta's eyes gleamed as he moved to peel aside Pat's thong, spreading her pussy lips with his fingers, before moving up to her clit hood, peeling it back if it got in the way of her clit, which his tongue would then reach out, stroking and teasing the nub until the albino Slyth had the nub standing upright. Once it was stiffened and readied, the needle was brought towards it, and the albino took care to pierce at the base of Pat's clit, horizontally piercing her, quickly forming the little black ring which clutched the tiny red gemstone, his eyes seeming to move upwards after he was immediately done, perhaps looking to catch the image of pain on Patricia's face.

Then, moving to take the gag out of Patricia's mouth, Theta then said, "I think it's time we demonstrated just how loud you can be." With that, he moved to pick up the remote, waving it around. If Pat decided to be mouthy, he would flip the switch and let Patricia suffer with a few seconds of electricity on her clit...

 

[darkest_fate]

The licking of the lips and the suggestions were rather evident. This beta might be a scientist, and might be more intelligent, possibly more educated, than the others, but he was also quite evidently male. Kelli had dealt with males before, of course, though she'd never actually mated with one. She licked her own lips, more to collect moisture and give herself a few seconds than express desire though.

"It often puts our bodies on display," she offered. "For example, if a female has a pleasing rear end, then she might wear tight pants to showcase it. Or like Lieutenant O'Reilly, the female has impressive breasts, she might have clothing that shows extensive cleavage." She paused then, realizing that she'd essentially instructed the Beta in how to dress her up like a little fuck toy. she glanced down, noting her petite body, smallish breasts, and thinking of her cute face. There was only so much enticing you could do, unless you had a thing for young Asian women.

"Well, our culture is... varied," offered Kelli, looking up from herself. "For example, my people were originally from the Eastern hemisphere, specifically the large country of China and the isle of Japan," it was a weird mixture, but one of Kelli's ancestors had been a Japanese sailor who'd married a Chinese woman; a few generations later, you had the mostly American Kelli Wu.

"Is there anything you're particularly interested in? Maybe i could focus on that..."

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More onerous pursuits; clearly the alpha wasn't too horribly enthused about the prospect of mating with Amelia. She wondered if she was unappealing to the lizard creatures; they certainly weren't all that appealing to her. She did recognize the alpha as being large and muscular, traits she often looked for in men, but reptilian generally wasn't a trait you hoped for in a guy.

The finger drew her mind away from such thoughts, at least confirming his intentions. She stiffened, but parted her legs to let him get what he wanted. She could feel the thick digits parting her tight flesh, jabbing against sensitive walls and generally stirring her up. It took mere moments to bring about the pleasure again; if anything, the pain still arching from Amelia's back increased the sensations. She heard a scraping sound, and looked to see what had to be his member sliding out.

Amelia nearly sighed in relief in seeing it was relatively human sized. True, it was thicker and longer than most of the men Amelia had taken to her bed, but she'd half been expecting something over a foot long and covered in ooze. The studs were worrisome, but at the same time, Amelia could recall seeing dildos with much the same adornments.

the alpha moved before her, and the dread order came. Swallowing, Amelia followed suit. Her white legs parted, baring her sex to him. The slit of pink glistened from the coaxed juices, the lips seeming to tremble. A smallish thatch of deep red hair, carefully trimmed so as not to show much against the suit, showed just above the sex. He shifted her now, and she felt that sex hovering over his head for a moment. Then he dropped her, albeit slowly. the thick head pressed against her tight lips, and Amelia hissed breath through clenched teeth. It didn't take long before he popped inside her, and the woman tightened, her hands gripping whatever they could. Her body became tight, the sex seeming to wrap about the newcomer. She could feel him spreading her internally as he went, the girth parting tight flesh and delving deep. Experience made Amelia at least somewhat prepared. His manipulations had added the necessary moisture too. There was mostly the feeling of being filled, mixed with Amelia's own disgust at having one of these creatures inside her, that washed over her now.

It delved deep, sheathing itself entirely within the captain. She panted, her chest heaving with her arousal. Already a flush showed upon her white skin, particularly lingering upon her large breasts and beautiful face. She fully expected him to start thrusting against her. However, to her surprise, he took her lips in his. Her eyes went wide as a tongue invaded her, prodding her own into action. Of all the things Amelia had expected, a reptilian kiss was not among them. The green eyes went wide with shock, while her body tried to adjust to the barrage of sensations, most of them... pleasant.

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Insufficient, ya think? Pat snorted, her eyes looking toward them, a mixture of that challenge and an almost playful taunting appearance upon them. The woman could feel her chest heaving already, the pierced nipples no doubt quivering. A dusting of freckles covered her, and they seemed more apparent, now that a flush was darkening her already tanned skin. She heard the Theta's suggestions, and her eyes quite obviously challenged them to do their worst.

Theta's eyes gleamed, which Pat knew was not going to be good for her. She jerked as he moved close. She felt him shifting aside her thong, baring her sex. It looked slightly more used than the other two, but still that attractive pink that drew the attention of men. Her lips weren't wet in the slightest, but still quite soft. Unlike her captain, no hair decorated Pat's nether regions, the complete shaving something she'd done for her own personal enjoyment. Now it just made her more sensitive as rough hands parted her sex. She felt her body being bared to the air, and she jerked. Her hips rolled as if to shake him off, though of course she couldn't manage that. Skin parted, and she felt her nub being exposed. Pat's clit had always been rather... prominent, and was already visible even before the Theta started teasing her. She shouted into the gag as he did, feeling the moisture gathering between her legs. Just as the nub of nerves unfurled, a needle appeared.

Pat screamed as the needle pierced her skin. Pain shot through her, the type she'd never felt before. Almost immediately, her sex became hot and wet, the mixed signals making her lower half jerk. She felt the metal sliding against her sensitive flesh, then felt it almost slide to form a ring through her. She looked down, seeing the red sparkling upon her most sensitive area.

Drool fell from her gag as she met Theta's eyes, giving her a decidedly rabid look. Hands came up, pulling it out. Strands of drool stretched between plump lips and gag. Yet barely had it moved when Pat was lunging forward, spitting shooting from her mouth toward the creatures that had done this to her. Playful insults were already upon her lips, which naturally meant the switch was pressed.

Pat had thought she'd been in pain before. Now electricity poured through not only her impressive breasts, but also that tiny nub. The woman clenched her jaw and jerked, her entire body dancing as the power passed through her. The clit seemed especially swollen, almost raw, and moisture dribbled from the woman's legs.

"What's your plan?" she said as the electricity stopped, her body still heaving, practically smoking. "Zap me till all the good parts are fried and crispy? Awesome plan; assuming, you know, that you want to eat me."

 

[Zacki]

Beta watched as Kelli licked her lips, before she began to explain how putting on certain kinds of clothing were made to showcase people's bodies, essentially noting the areas to showcase, which Beta nodded in response, understanding perfectly why such actions might have been taken. As she began to change topics, Beta noted it silently, listening to her topics about China and Japan. Kelli offered to focus on any area that Beta wanted to focus on, which made the Beta pause and consider. Culture factions on their planet? Kelli's lovely body? As Beta thought about it, one topic kept coming to the forefront of his mind.

"Actually, there is one thing I've always had a fascination with humans…" Beta began, stroking his chin. "How do you gather enough energy in one mass in order to leave your planet's gravitational pull? Batteries can only gather so much energy, and yet, humans have been doing this, according to the recordings, since before they were capable of nanotechnology, of genetic study, and certainly before learning how to bend gravity. Perhaps you could describe that particular part of your technology?"

While Kelli talked, Beta set some dark metal spheres into motion, which began to circle Kelli, seeming to flash lights on Kelli's body, taking measurements and making an internal wire frame model for the assembly devices. Beta mostly ignored it, hoping Kelli would do the same for the moment. However, her description of clothing had set him on remembering a recording with a woman that looked similar to Kelli, and so similar clothing would be produced, at least at first.

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The Alpha had expected strong resistance from the KAP-TAN at this juncture, perhaps due to the fact that his shaft was as large as it was. Certainly, he questioned whether she was capable of accommodating him. She did, however, obediently obey orders, and as he penetrated her, he was mildly surprised by how hot and tight she was. Her womanly folds gripped down onto his shaft, swallowing him completely, to his pleasure. Amelia seemed to give no resistance as pleasure overtook her, not even when he stole her lips and explored her mouth and tongue with his. Certainly, the entire process was much, much more pleasurable than Alpha had expected.

The kissing would continue for a few long moments, before the Alpha's hands held Amelia steady, his hips moving backwards, pulling out of her a few inches, before thrusting back into her with a strong thrust of the Alpha's hips. He would repeat the process, breaking the kiss after the second such thrust, in order to clear his own airways and pant, his hips beginning to speed up their long, deep thrusting. The Alpha purposefully kept his passions in at least somewhat checked, so that he would not be finished quickly. After all, with such a pleasurable situation, it was best to enjoy it.

However, slower, methodical thrusts soon gave way to shorter, faster thrusts as the Alpha bounced Amelia's inner thighs against his own, his shaft enjoying the stimulation of her vulnerable body as is thrust in as deeply as it could over and over, grunting coming from the Slyth. Noticeably, his body was also beginning to sweat, which was a feature the Slyth normally did not portray until now. It would be a few minutes, but soon, the Alpha was beginning to reach it's climax, and it knew it.

As the Alpha would reach climax, his shaft swelled where it was buried within Amelia, expanding to push against tight hole. His seed shot up and into her, and the ring of thorns expanded, the hook-like thorns hooking against Amelia's walls and scrapping, and would scrap her clean of any other Slyth's seed - if there had been any. The Alpha panted, knowing that his shaft would get thinner again, as soon as the load of seed-cum finished pouring into Amelia's womanhood. He looked at Amelia's eyes, and then stated, as a matter of fact, "You are my woman now." With that, he moved to kiss her again, his tongue probing against hers, enjoying the long kiss at the end of a rough bout of sex.

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Surrok watched as Pat seemed to continue her challenges, despite the pain giving her reasons to scream and agonize. The fight in her eyes wasn't going away, even as she struggled to try and stop Theta from doing what he wanted, which involved piercing her nether regions. As she was teased, Surrok could smell the keen scent of her sex, and it affected him slightly, getting him warmed up. Still, the woman put up a good fight, even as such a sensitive nub was pierced. If anything, the pain seemed to cause her to get more excited and put out a stronger pheromone, he noted, and wondered if assuming pain would keep her in line was not backfiring instead.

Watching Pat give a spit towards Surrok and Theta, the latter of which was hit in the face, there was little doubt in the need to punish her. However, as she jerked, dancing against the restraints, Surrok could also tell that Theta was going far enough that Pat might actually break for good under the strain. It was also noticable that she was producing even more fluids from the treatment, which made Surrok wonder if this was even the wisest treatment.

As Pat asked Theta her question, Theta's veins began to throb, before he turned to Surrok. "I think she needs to writhe more, don't you agree?" He asked, with a sadistic grin, and Surrok gave him a disgusted look.

"That is enough, Theta. Give me the control pills, and dispose of the remotes." Surrok ordered, and Theta frowned slightly, moving to open the remotes up, taking out two small pills, which he handed to Surrok, unsurprised when the warrior ate them, which quickly assimilated the Nano machine codes into his own nanite colony. Then, Surrok turned to address Patricia, noting she was still talking a good fight, if not fighting one.


"If you've forgotten, my cute little 'bitch', we came here to get some 'toys' with which to play with you. I just figured that we'd start with the type of items that mark you as mine - you know that if you try and struggle, agony awaits. Of course, your body seems to enjoy it on some level, and it might be useful in that manner in the future." Surrok replied, looking at Pat on the Cross. His hand reached out, to stroke her left nipple, his claw grabbing the ring, pulling on it a bit to see Pat's reaction, before doing the same with the right nipple, seeing whether her nubs were damaged by the electricity. "Oh, I had forgotten, I wonder if the other functions will cause a similar reaction…" He commented, and he willed it, and the clit ring began to vibrate, shaking in it's place embedded through her clit at the base...

 

[darkest_fate]

Was that something that Kelli could actually share? It was essentially telling another species about space flight. However, there had been several technologies that they'd been willing enough to share. Plus, Kelli figured that if she proved to be more cooperative, there was a greater chance of the Slyth not using her for mating, or at least not using her as intensively as some of the others. There was also the very real possibility that none of the women would ever see their homeland again.

"We use fossil fuels,' she explained. "Refined fossil fuels ignited through various propulsion systems. That allows us to break free of the atmosphere. From there, we rely on a subnuclear reactor that is contained within the core of all our ships. It's still somewhat experimental," hence part of the reason why they'd crashed upon the foreign planet instead of landing per the plan.

Lights flashed around Kelli, catching her off guard. She tensed, watching as they sped around her body. At least the petite Asian had the advantage of still wearing all her clothing, though it was still ripped and warped. The Styth would soon discover why Kelli was considered "petite," especially if he compared measurements to the much more impressive captain or lieutenant.

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Strong hands held Amelia steady, as if making certain that she could take what was being done to her. The woman could hear her own panting breath, could feel her heaving breasts scraping against the alien's hard skin, could most certainly feel his thick shaft spearing her body in a way that she was certain would make a normal human lover feel woefully inadequate. The kisses felt... strange. His lips had a texture unlike anything Amelia had ever felt before, and his tongue was already proving far, far more talented than any human male's could ever hope to be. In fact, much of this was surpassing what humans could manage.

The thrusts were beginning to speed up. Amelia could feel the cock bounding faster and faster into her sex. The moisture gathered between her legs only flowed faster, creating a slick tunnel for the member to rub through. Though Amelia was quite tight for the massive alien, that slickness made the going easy enough for both of them. As did her wide spread legs. Still, Amelia could feel his rimmed head pressing deep within her, and she could almost see the bulge in her stomach from the cock regularly slamming deep within her body.

A knot of tension had formed within Amelia and it wound tighter with each thrust, seeming to build to a nearly painful sensation. The captain had been determined not to let herself go or give in wantonly, but the built up pleasure was making that quite difficult. Then, suddenly, the cock head swelled. Jets of seed shot at high pressure into the depths of Amelia's body. The captain jerked her head back, deep red hair hitting pale shoulders with a nearly wet slap. Her plump lips parted in an "O" as the strange sensations gripped her nethers. For, again, a human could not propel his seed at such strengths. The alpha's load sprayed intensely, pushing straight into Amelia's womb and almost immediately filling her. Yes, filling, as the cock head would not allow fluid to leak from her. In fact, it seemed to spread, the spines going out to rub against her sex. It was that sensation that made the woman cry out in her own orgasm. Her sex jerked and quaked about the invader, rippling around the shaft and anointing it with more of her own juices. The frothy mixture was bubbling around within Amelia, creating a new cocktail never before seen.

Glazed green met the alien as he looked. Hot breaths were still leaving Amelia, and she could tell that her orgasm had been quite intense, if brief. The creature kissed her; she could not resist, wasn't certain she wanted to. Then the words which nearly made her tremble. Part of Amelia felt as though she'd been made for this, as if her purpose was being filled along with her womb.

That terrified her.

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Pat actually couldn't remember being quite this wet. Her pour, aching sex had reacted far more than she'd even thought possible, and the juices were nearly pouring down her. It was as if her body were attempting to cool itself down, to prevent the pain from happening. True, sweat had begun actively pouring through the woman, but she had just figured it had something to do with the dusty air. Being fried might very well make sense as well.

"Sure, writhe more. I'm sure zapping me's a great idea. Not like there's only three potential females or anything,' said Pat. Part of her regretted that, as it suggested more work and pain for Amelia and Kelli. Then again, for all Pat knew she'd never see the other two again. Right now, she was more focused on the metal that still hummed in her body. The calmer one was taking control now, likely to prevent exactly what Pat was suggesting. She looked nearly smug as he ordered for some pills.

"What, need some supplements to make your little soldier stand at attention?" she drawled, her eyes flicking down. Where did these things hide their freaky dicks anyway? She was distracted from her thoughts and musings by a clawed hand grabbing at the bar in her breast. She hissed as he pulled it, feeling the breast stretch, the nipple turning white for a moment. The other soon followed, proving that they were, in fact, more sore and hypersensitive than anything. He kept on then, and Pat wondered briefly what he had in mind. Breast stimulation? She could see these guys being milk freaks.

But no, instead, a buzzing occurred: a buzzing right at the base of Pat's clit. The nub had always been sensitive, and now the steal was literally inside it, disturbing the sensitive nerves directly. Even worse: that shock had left Pat raw, with all sensations amplified. Despite all this, all the woman did was grunt as the thing buzzed, looking up at her captor, blue eyes wide.

"I'm sorry, was that supposed to do something? Your toys must be as flaccid as your cocks."

 

[Zacki]

Beta blinked, two or three times, listening to Kelli explain. "Fossil… fuels? I do have to confess, but how do those rocks that are made from bones that turn to stone translate into fuels?" He commented, curiously, watched as Kelli froze in place of the probes. He then moved to pet Kelli's hair, stroking it in an attempt to placate her, adding in a calming tone of voice, "Don't worry about the scanners. They are just measuring your body for an attempt to synthesize a new outfit for you."

Soon enough, Kelli's bodily form showed up eerily accurately as a wire mesh in midair, and Beta blinked, before his own model showed up in the air. "Hmmm, let's see… your wire mesh is slimmer than I would have expected given your companion's body. Nevertheless, I think synthesis will work fine. Let's just see…" He commented, and as he thought, forms of various clothing from various cultures showed up on the wire mesh, shifting as Beta mentally willed it to cycle through options, eventually stopping onto a skintight dress that looked chinese in origin. Mentally giving a command, one of the far walls begna to hum and hiss, but Beta paid it no mind, returning his gaze to Kelli.

"Subnuclear? Such dangerous technology you utilize." Beta commented, stroking his chin. "Even though the nanites are tiny, we don't go out of our way to break atoms, typically. Even if we did try to invent such a device, it would likely be sabotaged by one of the other cities sooner or later." He added, seeming to give the matter a bit of thought. "On this planet, most of the power comes from converting energy out of the steam-jets that rise from the planet's core, which powers our generators and way of life. Storing the energy is simple enough, with specialized crystals - perhaps I'll get to see this spacecraft." He commented, noting as the wall beeped. "Ah, excellent, your new outfit is manufactured. Come over here, and you can try it on." He added, releasing Kelli from the table, watching her with a somewhat keen eye, not fully trusting her, but understanding that she was a scientist like him, and therefore not as strong or capable of fighting. Moving to the wall, it opened and released a red, synthetic material Chinese dress, with buttons down the front right side of the material. The dress was handed to Kelli by Beta, whom seemed to wait for Kelli to change, presumably on the spot. One would note that the dress was short, only coming down to cover up to her crotch, which meant bending over in such an outfit would expose any underwear the scientist wore…

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Alpha was pleasantly surprised at Amelia's elasticity - it was tight, and yet despite stretching to encompass his shaft, it still managed to tighten and grip his shaft, producing a sensation unlike any the Slyth had felt previously. As he reached his orgasm, Alpha watched as Amelia took the sexual usage in stride, which led to her orgasm at the end, as he was shooting his seed into her. As it did so, it felt like a vice, Amelia's pussy clamping down on Alpha's shaft even as his shaft was expanded to expend his seed. The orgasm seemed to take more of a toll on Amelia than it did on Alpha, he noted to himself silently. As he stated his remark of claiming Amelia as his woman, he noted she took the news in silence, and he took that silence as acceptance of her new position and fate.

Watching Amelia pant for a few moments, Alpha then willed the synth-metal to unfold from the chain holding her arms towards the roof, and it snaked down to the Alpha's mental image, connecting to the edges of Amelia's torn suit on both sides of her body, before bands, like leather, moved to connect the sides together, forming a striped pattern of flesh and black metallic material, which took on the consistency of leather, on both Amelia's front and back, deliberately not forming over her breasts of crotch. Once that was done, Alpha carried Amelia, supporting her body against his, his shaft bouncing around a bit inside of Amelia, as he carried her over to the bed.

Once they were over the bed, the Alpha began to pull out of Amelia, and he could feel his thorny shaft scrape along the sides of Amelia's wet hole as he withdrew, the thorns withdrawing and returning to their normal form upon exposure to the air, before he set her down on the bed, not gentle, nor very rough, given that the bed was extremely soft and durable, and the alien knew that all too well.

Alpha then moved to bring the black metal of his whip back into play, using it to form a metal clipper, which he used to snap through the chains around Amelia's wrists, freeing her from the remnants of her spaceship, metal which he then moved to toss aside, letting it thud against the wall. Turning back to Amelia, the Alien looked down at her, before he gave an order. "Clean my shaft." With that, he watched, waiting to see how Amelia would react to such an order.

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Surrok stared at Patricia, watching her fail to react to his latest attempt at stimulation, except to offer an insult that did not translate to him. "Theta, what is this female attempting to convey? I don't quite understand why she thinks our cocks are soft." He commented, before Theta's laugh told him everything he needed to know.

Theta, however, was more than willing to oblige, "She thinks she is insulting you. When human males reach past the point that they are capable of breeding, their cocks no longer harden and stiffen." He commented with a leer, looking at Patricia.

Surrok barked a laugh, and a few of the other soldiers chuckled as well. "To be honest, Theta, I think that means she wants to see our shafts. Well, why not? She'll have plenty of time to see them." He commented, and the plates on his front parted, and a eight foot, two inch thick shaft emerged from his body, already rock hard. Soon enough, the other soldiers followed suit, some cocks longer and thinner, some thicker and a bit longer, some a bit shorter, but all of them were still larger than most men would be, and the Slyth wasted no time in allowing Patricia to stare at their shafts, all that is, except Theta.

One of the guards then smiled, before making a suggestion, "Why not see how that tongue of hers feels? Her mouth looks big enough to satisfy." A few chorus of agreements resounded through the air, before a couple of the soldiers came forward, moving to adjust the St. Andrews cross to lie down, moving it such that Patricia was held sideways on the cross.

"Now wait just a moment, I want to see her expression when I enter." Surrok growled in comment, and a couple chuckles rang out. Surrok then moved to position his shaft's head in front of Patricia's soft exposed slit, which was smelling so exquisite, and he took hold of Patricia's thighs, before thrusting forward, slamming his shaft straight up into her, hoping to provoke a reaction.

 

[darkest_fate]

"They're burned," offered Kelli by way of explanation. She felt like adding gestures with her hands, but she wasn't quite sure how you explained rocket fuel and jet propulsion via hand signals. It was good that she didn't: the probes were coming around and taking measurements, forcing the petite Asian to stand stock still. A hand stroked her, and Kelli couldn't help but think of the way an owner stroked a nervous pet. It made her swallow.

"My outfit's quite satisfactory..." she lied, glancing downward. Like her companions, Kelli's fightsuit had been damaged. She knew that she wore the regulation underthings beneath: silver, synthetic fabric. In Kelli's case, they happened to be slightly less traditionally sexy than Pat's thong. Kelli's lower half was encased in a shimmery pair of silver boy shorts, while her upper half had a silvery bra with various insignia emblazoned upon it. Not that Beta could see any of those at the moment.

"But you'd likely have to get a greater force for the necessary propulsion," offered Kelli, trying to redirect the topic back onto space flight. "I'm certain that you could--"

She pulled short as her captor handed her a dress. It looked, well, it looked decidedly Oriental in design. Kelli supposed she should be thankful that he hadn't gone for the Japanese schoolgirl look. Still, she hardly thought that dressing in such attire would be appropriate. She bit her lip, glancing to her captor to consider.

Which took very little time. Within moments, the young Ensign was wiggling out of her skintight flight suit. Shortly after that, she worked the dress up and over her lean frame. Kelli naturally took note of the low hem, and you could see her shimmery underthings with a few steps. It did have a certain appeal to it, and Kelli was certainly grateful she hadn't opted for the thong.

"I'd likely need shoes too," she said, looking down to her bared feet, "but otherwise it fits quite well..."

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Amelia could only stand there, using all her energy in that. She felt the chains shift, and nearly lost her stance, just barely remembering to dig deep into her inner well of energy. Soon, metal and fabric was wrapping about her body, forming tight rings that seemed to exist more for adornment than any true purpose. The captain barely looked at those, mostly still dealing with the sensations between her legs.

They moved; he carrying her while she remained impaled upon his shaft. Amelia's arms wrapped about her new lover to hold herself in place, and she could feel her inner walls still gripping. The tight, full feeling did not abate: if anything, she felt a sloshing with each step, reminding her that she was filled with alien seed.

Eventually, they hit a bed. Amelia nearly groaned at the landing, surprised to find the bed somewhat comfortable. Just as she was getting her bearings, her captor snipped the bindings. She nearly gasped as her hands were freed, and she looked to him. At some point, he'd withdrawn from her. She felt the emptiness within her sex; not to mention the sudden downward movement of fluids. Bits of semen and feminine cum dribbled out of the battered lower lips, a very visual reminder.

Another stood before Amelia's face. She felt her nose curling at the prodigious cock offered before her. Pragmatism took over, and she lowered her lips to it, the plump red circling as best she could. The woman could only get a few inches of alien cock in that way. She had to shift and begin licking at it. The strange taste of his seed was there, but almost more prominent was the salty-sweet taste of Amelia's own extract, and it took all she had not to moan at that knowledge.

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To the aliens' disappointment, Pat didn't stare at their cocks. She could still feel the thrumming in her previously buzzed clitoris, and she kept shifting to try and force that feeling away. Yet it was not that movement which kept her attention drawn away, but her own will as she looked to Theta and his grouping.

The binding rack moved, and Pat grunted as she felt her position shift. Her pierced breasts seemed to jiggle obscenely at the movement, as if they were designed to be toys now. Both nipples were quite erect, nearly forced that way by the metal shot through them. Pat could feel her wet sex throb as well, the metal through there a very real reminder of her situation.

Another came soon after. A thick, rough head pushed against Pat's nether lips. That thin slit of pink parted, a mouth willingly swallowing the impressive head. The moisture gathered from Pat's forced arousal even made that rubbing easier; if anything, she seemed quite prepped. The woman's head jerked up though, the hair shifting, her body wiggling.

"What, you finally going to--ugh," she grunted as she felt the cock sink within her. Her lips went between teeth and she bit hard. This did not completely smother the throaty moan that arose from deep within the woman. The cock skewered the woman, delving deep within and splitting her insides.

"I've... had bigger," she managed, turning a demeaning smile upon her captors. Her deep, shuddering breaths seemed to speak contrary...

 

[Zacki]

((Sorry this is late - my computer was having problems at the same time real life was busy.))

Beta listened to Kelli's explanation, looking confused himself. She seemed to be trying to explain, but maybe there was something missing in the explanation. It was reasonable enough, Beta supposed, that they could burn some of those fossils - it could have been like the crystals they used to store energy. Beta raised an eyebrow as Kelli stated that her uniform was satisfactory, before he replied, "But certainly, you do need a change of clothing when those get dirty, no?"

Then, as she commented on greater force, Beta listened, though she stopped as she took the dress, seeming to give him an odd look, and Beta surmised that maybe she didn't appreciate it as much as he thought he would appreciate it. Nevertheless, Beta was interested to watch as Kelli took off the spacesuit material, and he found himself staring at what he felt seemed unusual, compared to the recordings, for undergarments, but what did he know? "Well, shoes are simple enough." Beta commented, before tracing through, giving the computer a mostly mental order. Soon enough, the machine built into the wall had created a set of Asian sandals, and Beta offered them to Kelli.

Then, Beta took the fabric of Kelli's suit, sticking it into one of the machines for analysis, turning back towards Kelli, before commenting, "Anyways, I suppose we've chatted enough about technologies for the moment. Tell me about yourself - perhaps while we go get something to eat and drink. Since my water supply is a bit low, I'll need to get more to replenish it." With that, Beta moved to pick up the rather empty gourd, moving to lead Kelli towards the door.

The trip would be a short one, provided Kelli did not struggle or resist being led along by Beta, as he moved through the halls just a bit further down, soon coming to a place with the smell of smoke and the scent of cooked meat. Entering a large chamber with what appeared to be a giant clay oven, Beta nodded as they seemed to remove orange, two to three inch solid leaves, which looked well cooked and were being placed on a circular cycler, and on one side, there was a long line, and on the other side, there was a relatively short line, which is where Beta led Kelli and moved to stand. "These leaves are one of the staples of our diet. They resemble what you might call potatoes or maybe carrots - at least by the textures described in your recordings." He commented, watching as they were cooked and placed on plates. It took but a single minute before they were through the line, and Beta motioned for Kelli to copy him as he took a plate with one such leaf on it, and he moved onwards to another room, where the people from the line seemed to stop to fill water into small bowls that were readily available, an action that Beta replaced with his gourd's refilling.

Soon enough, the pair would continue, until they stopped in what seemed to pass for a giant cafeteria, and Beta took a table off near one of the corners of the room, seeming to stay away from the noisier places in the cafeteria. "The communal eating halls are all very busy. I often get food brought up to my room, however, I still need to come down here to fill up on water. Please, try the Leaf - it's quite healthy for… well, us, but I think it would be healthy for humans as well."

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Alpha watched as Amelia seemed to understand that relying on him for the strength to carry her was something she could do. As he watched her obey a command that was much in the same vein as the previous disobeyed command, Alpha stood there, nodding his head slowly in a satisfied stance as he waited for her to finish her tongue's work, his shaft already beginning to twitch slightly as it readied another load of seed for implanting.

Once Amelia was completed, Alpha nodded in satisfaction. "A satisfactory job, KAP-TAN. Now, tell me how you are feeling - you seemed to be enjoying yourself during the act." He commented, moving to take out a large gourd, opening it up and drinking cool water, taking in good gulps and satisfying his thirst. He offered it to Amelia once he was done, so that she could get her thirst satisfied if she had one. Once she was done, he would take the gourd back and recap it.

Taking a step back to study Amelia, he noticed the liquids dripping from her slit, and Alpha turned, paying it little attention for the moment. His shaft slid back into the armor plating, going back into hiding as he stepped towards a wall. Opening the wall, he pulled out another length of synth metal, giving it a once over as he turned around to return to Amelia, moving to place it over her nether regions, shaping the metal into a form of underwear which would cover her lower body, a metallic shaft forming and entering her slit, aiming to plus the dripping hole at least somewhat. Once Alpha felt the metal had properly shaped into a dildo-like plug within Amelia, he nodded his own satisfaction at the fix.

With that, Alpha moved to stroke Amelia's cheek, bringing her lips closer to his, stealing a kiss from her, seeming to understand that she was in a rather pliant mood as compared to when she was first captured.

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Surrok was beginning to understand how Patricia operated, how she seemed to be trying to make him and the others irritated and upset, though he also knew the perfect response to her haughty words. "Really? That's good to know - you're tight enough that it's a wonderful feeling down there, and you'll stay that way if you've taken bigger." He commented with a leer, enjoying the extremely tight and clenching tunnel that gripped his manhood.

It was almost satisfying and pleasuring enough that Surrok didn't notice Theta seeming to take these insults to heart. "Theta, relax yourself. You seem to actually be more upset at how her mouth moves than her actual capacity for action." He commented, before putting the albino out of mind, his scaly clawed hand moving to grip Patricia's right breast, moving it around as he felt it's texture and how soft it was in his hand. Soon, however, he was ready to move, counting on Patricia to have readied herself for the worst, backing his hips back and thrusting forward like a piston, violating her without much care in the world. It was an intensely pleasurable experience for the Slyth, and his shaft began to twitch, a sensation of pleasure the warrior reined in to keep experiencing it.

Meanwhile, almost all of the other Slyth moved to surround Patricia, and hands reached out to touch all sorts of areas on her body, including a couple hands that grabbed her breasts and nipples, giving both a bit of a tug and tweak. Other hands ran along her stomach and arms, as well as her cheek, the men keeping cautious in case she proved ready to bite or get out of her bonds, but otherwise enjoying themselves.

Theta, on the other hand, silently fumed, though he could see the wisdom in surrok's assessment. Yet, she needed to be punished, and after a few moments of thinking, Theta realized how. He moved to prepare a wide spider gag, which would hold Patricia's mouth open, and while the others were enjoying themselves, Theta walked around the group to reach Patricia's face, moving to try and pry her jaws open to put the spider gag in place. Of course, he wasn't quite certain how he was going to actually install it, but it he installed it, she wasn't going to be forming very articulate insults at him and her mouth would be open to abuse, Theta thought to himself...