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CSV Virtue	By : Gallendro Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 5351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thank you all for actually clicking on this story, and hopefully reading it. Please take the time to give me a review with any helpful criticism if you have any, or just to say how amazing I am. This is becoming a very enjoyable experience for me, putting my stories down on paper (well typing them out) and putting them out here for others to read. Thank You again. This chapter begins to show the relationship between the Captain and his yeoman more clearly, and of course starts the sexing that most people come to this website to read, myself included. There's an image none of us needed. The next chapter will be more action oriented as the overall plot for the story will begin to come into play, though there will be a continuation of the D/s relationship between the Captain and yeoman, as well as his informing the crew that although there are rules to abide by within C-Sec; this is his boat and while underway his rules will be followed. For those who might be wondering, I was a submarine sailor in my early years and though the CSV Virtue is a frigate, she is still a small ship in comparison to the larger dreadnaughts and cruisers with a small, close-knit crew much like a submarine does; so that is why I use the word "boat" when referring to the ship.
AGAIN - I do not receive any money for writing this story. I do not own anything within this story related to the Mass Effect Universe of BioWare. The characters within, unless noted in the preface of their individual chapters (thought I doubt I'll use any of them), are fictional characters created by me...the amazing Author.
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Chapter 2: Underway
“Dammit CHOP just get these supplies stowed away as best you can and square this clusterfuck of a mess decks away, you’ve got one hour until we unmoor and head out. That’s your timeframe so get to it.” Captain Patrick Bahadur was not pleased after the hour of arguments and excuses from his supply officer, known as the CHOP; about his department’s lagging behind in reporting readiness for getting underway from the Citadel. Looking around the captain saw a large pile of empty boxes thrown haphazardly into a corner under the observation windows of the med bay and more to follow as supplies were unpacked from pallets and the three Mess Attendants stowing supplies of food in nearly every nook they could find. “Sir there’s just the four of us here,” indicating the other turian and two humans sweating from exertion despite the environmental systems that were already being powered by the ship’s drive core as opposed to the usually inefficient shore power. “You wasted an hour of my time with endless babble and all you needed were more people? I could see that when I first turned the corner Lieutenant, you need to get your balls out and use them if you need something. I was just waiting for you to see the problem and ask I’ll send you some help up from the armory.” “Yes Sir. Believe me I won’t hesitate next time, thank you for that help.” Making his way up the starboard stairwell leading to the command deck Patrick said aloud, “Staci, assign a number to all the enlisted personnel in the Boarding Party and pick six of them at random and have them report to Lieutenant Sathus in the galley for a working party.” “Task completed Captain” the AI replied. As he arrived on the command deck Patrick nodded to the crewmen who turned to give a motion of respect before returning to their consoles while he moved towards the flight deck to have a chat with his pilot. “Captain, it’s about time you came up here to let me know where we’re going. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to plot a course through this galaxy while dodging large pieces of dead Reapers, asteroids, and black holes?” Lieutenant Shisana “Chuck” Varellio, the Virtue’s turian pilot rotated her padded chair around to face Patrick as the cockpit door slid shut. “Hello to you to Chuck. All set to blow this joint?” “Sir you make the sweetest propositions to me, alas I’ll be driving this crate to which ever pinpoint of light our betters have decided we should visit first. I guess poor Jaet will just have to take up the slack tonight and deal with your little problems.” Shaking his head with an ever-growing grin Patrick raised his hands to the ceiling and mock wailed, “Oh heavens around what have I done to deserve such witty and obnoxious pilots in my life.” Folding his arms across his chest he returned to a normal tone with “Besides, Jaet doesn’t mind her position and knows her place amongst her superiors. Unlike a mouthy turian I know. Speaking of mouthy when are you going to let Sathus have his balls back so that he can start acting like a real officer on this ship. After we leave the Citadel I’ll send him up here to take them out of your pants so the doctor can glue them back into his.” A flapping of her mandibles showed Shisana to be disbelieving her captain’s statement as she asked again, “So where are we headed first, you know so I don’t have to make us do laps around the relay while still waiting for a course to be plotted.” Returning to business Patrick supplied the information, “Crescent Nebula, Zelene System. There has been an increase in suspicious traffic coming from Illium; Intel thinks it has something to do with the upsurge of red sand being found especially here on the Citadel. We’ll try lurking around Nepyma first and see what we can find.” “You got it Captain, off the top of my head it should take about twelve hours total transit time. It’s only two hours to the relay here but it’s a hell of a trip from the Crescent Relay. Whoever actually put that relay in put it in the ass-end of that chunk of space?” With a wave of her hand Shisana turned to her consoles and started calculating the trip. Leaving the flight deck Captain Bahadur made his way back to the after end of the command deck to speak with his XO. “Neela, good work getting the ship ready to leave so quickly.” “Thank you, sir.” “When all departments report ready to get underway, double check the crew headcount and if everyone is aboard go ahead and take her out of the docking bay and start us towards the relay. Lieutenant Varellio knows our current destination and she should have a course plotted by the time we reach the relay. We’re headed to the Zelene System in the Crescent Nebula; we’re going to start our search pattern around Nepyma. I’m going to wander the ship for now but I’ll be back up here for the jump in-system. Carry on.” A chorus of acknowledgements came from those within ear shot as he turned back to the elevator to start his wanderings in the shuttle bay.
                Three hours later Captain Patrick Bahadur stood on the flight deck behind his pilot as she lined the ship up for the run through the relay to the Crescent Nebula. “Take her in lieutenant,” he commanded, “gently this time please.” With a flutter of mandibles and what sounded like a scoff Chuck replied, “Since when have you ever taken anything gently captain.” With a bright blue-white flash the jump was complete with Chuck banking the frigate away from the relay to avoid a potential collision if another ship happened to arrive from the same trajectory, a rare but not unheard of occurrence. “Okay Chuck set course for Nepyma.” Turning to the electronics technician sitting perpendicular to the hull and behind and to the left of the pilot he added, “Passive sensors only Harrison, no need to broadcast our presence to the forces of evil.” Shisana stated, “On our way Captain, ETA 10 hours.” “Very well.” As he left the flight deck Patrick grasped his hands behind his back and walked towards his XO who was turning over the Officer of the Deck watch to one of the relief pilots. After an exchange of information and the watch was relieved, Patrick addressed his XO with a grin, “So Neela, headed down to spend some quality time with your new children or going to beat some sense into the boarding parties?” “A little of both actually Captain, I’m going to run the troops through some small arms practice and double check the stowage of the weapons before I spend some time double checking the status of the capacitors for the MAC guns. Never know when we’ll have to fling a three-kilo slug through someone’s engine room; I might as well make sure it can actually do it.” Neela nodded and entered the elevator to descend to the lower decks where the armory and practice range had been set up. Turning to the OOD Patrick told him, “In two hours send Lieutenant Sathus to report to Lieutenant Varellio on the flight deck for…under instruction flight training.” With a nod the OOD made a note on his omni-tool and began his inspection round of the command deck’s sensors and status terminals. Bending a finger towards his yeoman Patrick called her over, “Time for yeoman work now Ensign, come along.” The elevator had returned to their level and now took them to Deck One where they approached his quarters. Upon entering, Patrick repeated what he had done earlier by placing his pistol in the desk drawer and kukri on one side of his desk. This time he seated himself at his desk and began entering the entry of Captain’s Standing Orders, that list of instructions that never have to be repeated at every watch turnover since they were in effect until verbally cancelled by the Captain himself. Ensign ‘Vanus continued through the sitting area without a word and entered the sleeping area and shut the door behind her. Finishing his list of standing orders he sent them to Staci to be uploaded to the entire crew’s omni-tools before swiveling his chair to face the view screens on the bulkhead. Studying the various screens Patrick saw his crew settling in to their trained roles nearly seamlessly as they prepared to be away from their homes for a deployment that most likely would last several months. Turning back to his terminal he began a memorandum about his plan for a relaxation of the fraternization rules aboard ship, just as the door to his sleeping quarters opened and his quarian yeoman; Ensign Jaet’Vanus nar Exeter stepped out. He had known her for nearly two years now ever since she had reported for duty on his last ship, they had been lovers for nine months and yet he was still awed with the natural beauty of her outside of her environmental suit. The light shade of purple in the pigment of her naked body darkened to a deeper shade at her extremities such as her fingers and toes. Her hair was cut short in a bob-cut that framed her almost painfully beautiful features. As she moved closer he shook himself from his trance and made notes on her proper performance of her duties, retrieving the empty bottle that he had left on the low table to discard in the bin before kneeling at his side with her hands clasped behind her back and head bowed. Looking down at her he saw that she had correctly donned the thin leather collar that he himself had placed on her after a very long talk with what a relationship with him entailed and told her to take time to make a decision. She hadn’t taken long at all, in fact she had gone to the mess deck of their previous ship and had a cup of dextro-based coffee before returning to his quarters to shed her uniform and kneel at his feet and asked him to be her Master. From a small ring on the front of the collar two thin chains came down her chest and over the rise of her breasts and attached to the small rings in her nipples which themselves were joined across her chest by a third thin chain. He remembered taking her down to one of the seedier wards on the Citadel to have her piercings done, they had gone out in civilian clothing to avoid any curious looks that their C-Sec uniforms might have attracted, after getting both of her nipples and her clitoris pierced to receive the small titanium rings he purchased for the purpose. He had then taken her to nearby store that sold women’s intimate apparel and other instruments of pleasure and discipline, explaining the use of and reasons why he would have to use them on her. Their relationship had slowly matured as she became relatively comfortable with the instruments and he had even removed some of them from their collection as they had been far crueler in use than he ever intended to be with her. Now he rarely had to punish her for transgressions and instead used the items for pleasure instead of painful discipline, of course with her day dreaming this afternoon was cause for a round of punishment though he half suspected she had done it on purpose.
                Placing his hand on her head and smoothing down her hair he softly said, “You’re a good girl Jaet, proceed.” With that she moved under the desk and nestled between his legs to swiftly but gently release his penis from the confines of his uniform trousers. Wrapping one soft-skinned hand around the base and cupping his testicles in the other she placed a light kiss on the head before wrapping her lips around his cock just past the crown and began to roll her tongue around it within her mouth. As he began to harden within her mouth she took more and more of his member deeper and closer to the back of her throat, massaging the underside with her tongue. As his cock grew to its full eight inch length and widened she began to pull back and let him slide from her mouth slowly before burying herself in his crotch again, the hand cupping his scrotum lightly grasping it now and pulling down while rubbing her thumb through the space between the testicles allowing them to move back and forth between her thumb and two fingers. Jaet enjoyed pleasing her Master in this way using only her mouth and the muscles of her throat to bring him to a state of bliss for which he rewarded her each time with the gift of his cum, the taste of which would cause her own body to shiver with orgasm. Even now she could feel the heat and wetness between her legs as it began to build up and trickle down her thighs. A moan of pleasure vibrated deep from within her chest and travelled up and transferred into an amazing sensation along his cock as she held him within her mouth, causing him to stop what he was doing and place his hands flat on the desktop. Closing his eyes and tilting his head back Patrick could feel the climax building within his loins, the quick and jerky twitches his cock made as his beautiful yeoman continued her ministrations upon him gave her fair warning of what was coming. Knowing what his twitching cock was telling her she slowly pulled back until just the head was trapped inside her mouth just as the first ropey tendrils of his cum shot to the back of her mouth, swallowing as fast as she could Jae managed to keep the entirety of climax in her mouth. Coming down from his orgasmic euphoria Patrick warned her, “Not a drop Jaet. You’re not to spill any of that on my new floor. Swallow it all like the good pet you are.” Swallowing her gift, Jaet slowly stroked her hand up his slowly softening cock towards the tip to get every last drop from him. When no more was to be had she took him back into her mouth and began licking him clean from base to tip before planting a kiss on the crown and tucking her Captain’s cock back into his trousers before emerging from under the desk to once more kneel at his side. Smoothing her hair down again Patrick leaned over to kiss the top of her head and said, “You’re a good girl Jaet’Vanus vas Virtue.” Smiling she tilted her head into his hand and closed her eyes in happiness. “Most of the time,” he added. “Now, first things first; did you use the restroom today while on the Citadel?” he asked. “Yes Sir, and when I did I removed and then cleaned and replaced my lovely gem back to where it belongs.” She replied. “Let me see.” Pivoting she turned her back to him and bent at the waist to place her cheek on the cold floor before reaching both hands back to grasp her buttocks and spread the cheeks of her shapely ass apart to reveal a blue gem winking from her asshole. The lights in the overhead causing twinkles from its many facets that were now liberally coated with her juices, this was the latest addition to her daily uniform he had implemented for when they were not in the privacy of his quarters.
                “Now about your day dreaming this afternoon my dear,” Patrick said as he rose from his chair. “Come along so we can discuss it.” He went to take a seat on the sofa facing the view screens as she swiftly rose to follow him. Gesturing to his lap she obediently lay herself across his thighs, placing the smooth skin of her ass to face up in front of him. Stroking her back with his left hand he said, “Now, explain yourself please.” He could imagine her pouting face as she said with a slight whimper, “Oh Sir it was only momentary and was just a whimsical thought of my memories of first coming to the Citadel and what happened when Sovereign attacked. I did not mean to cause you any trouble Sir.” “Nevertheless, you caused Lieutenant Commander V’Sola and me to wait for you as if you were someone more than our subordinate. You must always remember your place my pet,” he replied as he brought his right palm down sharply on her left buttocks a loud slap swiftly followed by a stroke to her right cheek. She flinched slightly with the suddenness of the punishment and he quickly rewarded her with two more just like it. Two for flinching, he thought to himself as he continued the sharp spanking to her posterior, after every five strokes on each buttocks he firmly rubbed the area of his ministrations to feel the heat of her skin grow as more blood flowed to the area. Patrick still found it fascinating that a quarian’s skin did not become red as a human’s did when spanked, instead turning a deeper shade of purple. With every slap upon her ass her skin became darker, glancing at the side of her face that was turned towards him he also noticed the corners of her mouth to be rising slightly, though this was a punishment for her she as well as her Master were enjoying it as they always had since the first time he had slapped her thighs while making love. After twenty-five strokes to each side Patrick rubbed her ass to help alleviate and remaining sting and grasped her short hair in his other hand, “No more day dreaming while on duty my pet, is that understood?” he asked. With a last whimper she replied, “Yes Sir.” “Good, now get up and get dressed.” Rising up she turned her now pouting face to him and asked, “But Sir, are you so mad at me as to turn me from your quarters for the night?” “Of course not dear, it’s just that it has been a long and busy day and I’m quite sure you are just as hungry as I am. So get dressed and go down to the mess decks and get dinner for us both.” He replied. Bouncing slightly on her toes as her face brightened she said, “Oh, of course Sir. What would you like to drink with dinner, I saw them filling the red bug juice earlier.” “That’d be grand my dear, now run along.” Practically bouncing her way back into the bedroom he heard the faint jingle of the chains being removed from her collar and the opening and closing of a locker as she dressed herself into a standard working uniform instead of her environmental suit, which was not needed while in the closed environment of the ship while underway. She swiftly exited their shared living area and moved towards the elevator.
                Patrick moved from the sofa and into the bedroom to change into something less restricting than his uniform, opting for only a pair of sweatpants for the remainder of the night. Returning to his place on the sofa he propped his feet on the low table and placed his hands behind his head as he resumed his examining of the crew via the view screens. He watched Neela lecturing the boarding parties while they practiced quick acquisition firing with their rifles before moving to the more difficult weapon change quick draw firing, changing from rifles to pistols or shotguns depending on the desire of the trooper engaged. It was a good thing the Turian builders of this ship had included the weapons practice area in the cargo bay, a trooper could quickly lose their edge in combat if they hadn’t been able train and practice often during a long patrol deployment. Switching to the video feed from the Engine Room he watched the screen more closely and enhanced the volume while lowering the feedback of the noises emanating from the power plant. He watched as his Engineer directed the stowing of some final pieces of equipment and spare parts, while simultaneously instructing the quarian and human watch standers in the continuous process of fine tuning the drive core to provide optimum power output. The Engineer or as its consensus had decided to be called, Eng, was a Geth a collection of nearly a thousand AI programs housed in a single bipedal mobile frame. Eng was one of two Geth that were aboard the Virtue, the other was attached to Team 2 of the boarding party, the first time members of the race of synthetics had been allowed to apply for service with C-Sec and Patrick needed to keep track of and head off any problems that might arise since it was barely a decade ago that geth like his crewmen were laying siege to the Citadel and several other worlds in the Terminus Systems. So far there were no problems to speak of; even the quarian in the engine room seemed to be taking orders quite well from his immediate superior. Noticing his yeoman entering the elevator on the mess decks with two trays loaded with food, Patrick moved to open the door to his quarters leaving it slightly ajar before returning to the sofa. Two minutes later Jaet pushed the door fully open and entered, placing the food trays on the desk before turning to shut the door. Leaving the food for the moment she walked to the bedroom, with an extra shake in her hips to tease her Captain she disappeared inside only to appear a few minutes later, naked once more with her collar and chains in place again. Retrieving their dinners she placed her tray on the cushion between them and his on the sofa on the opposite side of him from her. Folding her legs to her side she wrapped one arm around his neck and softly stroked the side of his face as he plucked a piece of what he hopped was chicken from the tray before popping it into his mouth and began chewing. They discussed the state of the crew and whether she saw any problems brewing as they ate their meals, from time to time he fed her pieces from her own tray which she gently took from his fingers before licking each one clean of the light sauce covering her food. When the meal was done she dutifully took the trays and placed them back on the desk before returning to his side, nestling under his arm and resting his head upon his shoulder while her hand lightly ran along his thigh making random circles. Noticing the surveillance feed from the flight deck Patrick shifted that feed to the second view screen directly in front of them. Now that the underway watch bill had been set they saw that only Chuck the pilot was on duty monitoring the ship’s course and speed, alone that is until the door opened and the supply officer entered and reported himself for his UI flight instruction. “I see Lieutenant Sathus has joined Chuck in the cockpit, shall we see how he does with his…training?” Patrick said to Jaet. Confused, Jaet asked “Why is he up there, he’s not scheduled for extra training this early in the cruise.” With a grin he replied, “Oh, I left orders for him to begin a UI session tonight. I put some ideas into Chuck’s brain and I’m curious as to what she’ll do.”
                As they watched, the surprised look on the pilot’s face slowly turned to what amounted to a devious smirk on the turian’s face. Finding it more intriguing to watch what was unfolding without knowing what they were saying to each other, the two voyeurs moved closer together to enjoy the show. As they watched, the two turians spoke for a few minutes before the pilot boldly reached out and grasped the crotch of the supply officer causing a flaring of his mandibles indicating surprise as he expectedly glanced towards the flight deck door which now showed a red hologram over the lock. Quickly relaxing Sathus grew in boldness and laid a three-fingered hand upon the pilots head and began to rub her scalp. She said a few quick words to him to which he quickly nodded before sitting in the copilot’s flight chair to her right while she rose from her own position and moved around to straddle the supply officer in his seat. Meanwhile Jaet and slipped her hand under the waistband of her Captain’s sweatpants and was slowly stroking his cock as they watched their pilot begin to take advantage of the supply officer. Patrick reached around her and took hold of the nipple on her left breast eliciting a soft hiss as she arched her back slightly from the feeling of the nipple ring there being manipulated Jaet begged, “Oh please Sir, please allow me to cum. Master has kept his pet on edge all day and she needs to release all over him. Pleasepleaseplease Sir.” Pulling lightly on her nipple ring and letting it slip from his fingers he watched as her breast bounced slightly before hooking a finger over the chain that connected both nipples to each other and allowing the weight of his hands to pull down. She began rubbing her thighs together, barely holding herself back from letting her first orgasm of the day wash over her. With his free hand Patrick pushed the waistband of his sweatpants down to his knees to free his cock into the cool air of the cabin. Jaet felt the fabric pass over the hand she was stroking him with and with an almost feral look in her opalescent eyes dove her head down to engulf him completely, taking his hard cock fully and began to noisily suck him. Closing his eyes momentarily he wondered to himself at how well she had taken to her role serving him, and how her appetite for sex was always greater than his own. On the view screen the pilot was no longer visible, until he noticed that Sathus’ claws were gripping the arm rest of his chair like a vice. “Jaet, where is Chuck on the screen?” he asked in an attempt to slow her down. Spacing her words between messily sucking his cock she replied, “Doing…the same…thing…I…am…doing…Sir.” As he watched Sathus silently threw his head back and bucked his hips upward several times, only then allowing Patrick to see Lieutenant Varellio’s head buried in his lap gorging on her fellow turian’s cock. With a growl Patrick returned his attention to what his yeoman was doing to him and grabbed her by her biceps and pulled her into his lap. Taking a nipple into his mouth he ran his tongue around it, flicking the ring up and down as he sucked harder on the surrounding skin. Wrapping his arms around her back he pulled her closer into his embrace and bit down hard on her breast and continued to apply more suction to her skin. She emitted a long moan as she arched her back to press her breast closer against his mouth and threw her head back in ecstasy. She began grinding her hips against his crotch rubbing the lips of her womanhood along the shaft of his cock, liberally coating him with her juices. Removing his teeth from contact with her skin Patrick held her breast to his mouth with only suction as he continued to run his tongue over and around her nipple, flicking and teasing it, each time causing her to flinch slightly from the sensation. Running his hands down her back he grasped her beautiful ass, a cheek in each hand as he lifted her up before impaling her on his cock. The combination of her saliva and the near constant flow from her pussy allowed a seamless insertion deep into her body, a feeling she had been longing to have for days now, a feeling that caused her to cry out, “Oh Keelah Sir. Yessss.” Gazing with her eyes, the small blue pupil surrounded by a beautiful opalescence, she stared through his eyes and what she said came from a deep primal recess in her brain and travelled directly into a primal part of his mind; a look that demanded the same thing that she asked him with a purr, “Fuck me Sir, fuck me like a beast in heat and make sure I can feel it.” When he heard that the animal within him clicked on with a growl as he simultaneously slapped both his hands upon her ass and grasped, holding her tight against him he stood up and quickly walked towards the doorway to the bedroom. Stopping before the closed door he slammed her roughly against the door, never taking his eyes away from hers as he began quickly thrusting his cock into her. The unforgiving metal door didn’t make a sound as he mercilessly gave her what it was she had begged for. Reaching back over her head Jaet grasped the lip of the door frame and used it as leverage to fuck herself back onto him, needing him to do this to her so badly that she risked further punishment if he thought she was going beyond her place to do so. Her Captain continued to growl with each jackhammer thrust of his cock into her pussy, pulling out nearly all the way each time before slamming back fully into her. His balls wetly slapped against her asshole, hitting the glittering blue gem with every one of his thrusts; the contact of them sending another sensation up through her spine from this region to twist and mingle with the rough sensation of the primal fuck she was getting. “You may cum now pet, you have Master’s permission to release and cum all over his cock now, cum now my little whore,” he whispered to her as he continued the brutal fucking of her purple-tinted sex. With those words she let go of the door frame and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her chest towards his face, burying him in her breasts as the orgasm she had been holding back for hours was finally released like a tsunami washing ashore. He felt her climax on his cock, travelling from deep within her he felt it pass the head of his penis and travel through the walls of her pussy and spray out onto his legs; a shower of juices and fluids that puddled on the floor beneath them. It was only a few more strokes after this sensation that took him to his own peak, burying himself deep inside of her as his balls tightened to send thick ropes of cum into her coating the walls and causing her orgasm to start anew with even more of her juices squirting from her as his own fluids began to escape as he began pushing back into her more gently now to keep them on the peak of their climax’s for as long as possible.
He held her there pressed against the door for a few minutes to allow them both to catch their breath and come back from that primal mindset they had both been in. As he began to soften inside of her Patrick set her down on her feet and held her to allow her wobbly legs to regain their strength. She looked up at him and kissed him deeply on the mouth, their tongues rubbing and fighting one another for control. Jaet broke away first and said, “Master is not clean, his pet has to make sure he is cleaned properly,” as she knelt before him and took his softening member into her mouth and began licking their combined taste off of him. After cleaning all of their fluids from his cock she lightly blew on it, drying the wetness her saliva had caused before taking his testicles into her mouth one at a time to clean and dry them off as well. When she was finished she stood up and walked somewhat unsteadily to the bathroom behind the desk area, turning on the shower and making sure it was set for the correct temperature he enjoyed before returning with a towel to soak up the puddle they had made on the floor by the bedroom door. Patrick had moved out of her way to return his gaze to the surveillance feed of the cockpit again where Chuck was now straddling Lieutenant Sathus in the copilot’s chair, gripping the back of the chair as he grasped her hips she lifted herself up before going back down in his lap, undoubtedly with the supply officer’s cock buried deep within her as she reached her climax silently on the screen. As Jaet finished cleaning the floor she placed the towel into the laundry bin and knelt on the floor by the bathroom door to await her Master. Moving past her to stand in the door, Patrick said, “Well it looks like Sathus will be in a much better mood from now on, hopefully Chuck will be less snarky.” This caused a giggle to come from Jaet as they both knew that their pilot had no other disposition than snarky and sarcastic. “Come lover, we’ll bathe each other and then turn in for the night,” Patrick said as he held his hand out to her. Taking it she rose and followed him into the shower where they quickly cleaned each other with the special soaps he had stocked before going into the bedroom and slipping beneath the sheets wrapped in each other’s arms. As they began drifting off to sleep he whispered in her ear, “You were a good girl today my pet. You make me very proud. I love you my pet.” “I love you Sir,” she sleepily replied.
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