One eventually follows the trail of my left arm.
The AI comes to life: "Found. Interstellar jammer."
Daccia's eyes narrow. "I knew it.”
The towering Aurelian holds up one hand.
“AI - shall we remove the device?”
The AI doesn't move - yet.
"This will cause significant pain to the subject – at a level above that permitted for a prisoner."
Oh, shit!
My heart starts pounding. It fucking hurt to get my implants – although the initial pain of the implantation was nothing compared to the fevered horror of the infection I developed afterward.
I imagine this will hurt too. I steel myself for the pain. It will be bad, I know it – but at least this is a sterile med-bay, not a sleazy back-alley joint.
Daccia doesn't give the order, though.
He stares down at me – slate-grey eyes cold and imperious.
"You do deserve to be punished,” the Aurelian commander warns, “but not like this.” Then he looks up, and barks: “AI – is the jammer still operational?"
The AI's tendril slowly presses against my arm. It calculates for a second, before the mechanical voice speaks: "No. This device was designed for one-time use only."
Fuck. I did get ripped off, then!
I’d paid top dollar for this shift-blocker. It was supposed to be an implant that would work once a week, after it had used my body energy to recharge the pulse battery. Either the ship’s AI is somehow wrong, or I got ripped off…
…and, given the infection I’d received, it’s not difficult to guess which.
"AI," Daccia orders. "Continue probe."
The tendrils start moving again – this time following the length of my right arm. I wince as they discover my second implant.
Suddenly, I realize that I've failed. All I’d had to do was push Daccia over the edge – to make him lose self-control and take me, hard and fast. If I’d have succeeded in that, I’d be free right now...
…instead, I’m about to lose the one last weapon I have left.
The AI pauses as the tendrils scan over my right arm.
"Weapon found. It’s a defensive implant capable of delivering 600 volts of electrical energy. "
Daccia pauses. He stands there for a second, examining me with those emotionless, slate-grey eyes.
Then, slowly, he takes off his suit jacket – throwing it across the back of a chair in the corner.
The Aurelian towers over me, and I notice how his tailored, white dress shirt hugs ever line of his huge, muscular body. I can see every muscle of his powerful biceps. He crosses his arms, his forearms flexing menacingly.
Shit. Now I know I'm in trouble.
Not only have I tried to escape – twice – but I've also sabotaged their ship, and I’d lied about the potentially deadly weapon concealed in my right arm.
As I lie there, pinned and helpless, Daccia looks down at me. It’s like he's deciding what to do with me. The seconds tick by…
"AI – deactivate her weapon."
There's a sudden jolt. A blue arc of electricity lances from the long, probing arm of the AI and hits my arm. There's a slight pain, just for a second…
…and then I realize my last weapon is gone.
My last lethal weapon.
Once again, while most would be despondent, I cling to optimism.
I still have my body – and that’s my most powerful weapon. I will seduce these warriors – and now, after this indignity, I’ll make them regret the day they ever crashed into my life and took me captive.
Daccia gives me a long, hard stare with his emotionless eyes. My body trembles beneath his stare. For a moment, I wonder if he can read my mind – hear my defiant, angry thoughts…
It’s almost as if he can. I feel so small and helpless, strapped to this chair. I’m totally in his control.
Daccia’s voice is a low growl: "Is that the last weapon?"
I nod furiously. The probe in my mouth stops me from being able to move my head more than half an inch, and I can’t even mumble a response.
For a second, Daccia just glares at me silently. Finally, he hisses:
"I'm not sure I believe you. There are other places you might... hide a weapon.”
If I could have clenched my thighs together, I would have done. I know exactly what places he’s referring to.
“Not only that,” the towering Aurelian growls, “but you deserve a... punishment for what you've done."
My stomach tightens into a knot.
As I sit there, bound and helpless, I can’t help but stare at the outline of Daccia's swollen cock – very clearly throbbing in his pants.
The bastard’s excited by the idea of me being trapped and helpless. At first, I imagine his hand slapping against my naked ass...
…then I realize what he really intends.
Other places.
The tendrils curled around my body start to shift. The metal tentacles begin to move down my body, wriggling and writhing, and I shudder in fear.
As if they’re alive, the metal tendrils begin to tease at my thighs. Daccia takes a step back as he watches – as if he needs to put physical space between him and the lewd display in front of him.
I watch, my eyes burning furiously. Daccia’s huge, muscular arms flex beneath the crisp, white material of his dress shirt. I can tell he's barely holding himself back.
"AI,” the towering Aurelian murmurs. “Check her cavities."
He says the words clinically. Somehow, it makes them even more humiliating.
My cheeks burn red with shame as the cool, steel tendrils begin to play with my soaking wet pussy.
Gods, I'm so fucking turned on at being helpless in front of this powerful alien. All my attempts to seduce him have backfired. I'm the one sopping with desire now – trembling with need.
Before, I’d almost dreaded succeeding in my plan – but now all I want is for Daccia to lose control and take me, hard and deep.
Shit, I realize it isn't just my freedom that I crave. I’ve been aching for the touch of this warrior species ever since I left that Aurelian harem all those years ago.
Some of the tendrils slide up
