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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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Sorry about the long wait, comcast wanted more money than we have. So now I've given my first sex scene and first action scene; how'd you like them?

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CHAPTER 4
                Lieutenant Commander Neela V’Sola awoke to the annoying sound of her alarm set for the beginning of the shipboard day. With a groan she rolled out of bed and slowly got her bearings of what had happened the day before, after sending the captured freighter off to be sold on Illium under the prize crew Neela had been confused with her captain’s new orders and had retreated to her quarters to write her report on the freighter incident. She had just begun to relax when Staci had called with the news of what the Armorer had done, with a shake of her head and a sneer she recalled the mess she had walked into when she had arrived at the test fire chamber on Deck 4. Her Tempest had been reduced to nothing better than a slag of metal and plastic and holes were everywhere from ceiling to floor, luckily the built-in layered coatings of protection on the walls had prevented any of the stray rounds from penetrating the chamber and causing any damage or injuries, apart from her weapon. By the time she and the rest of the armory staff had gotten everything back into some semblance of order she had been so exhausted that she didn’t have the strength or drive to give herself the release that her body had craved earlier. Neela quickly showered and pulled on a fresh jumpsuit before leaving her quarters and taking the elevator down to the command deck to begin her daily ritual walkthrough of the ship to get the crew more familiar with her constant appearances at their duty stations.
                As she toured the ship Neela sensed an undercurrent of increased activity in the crew as they went about their duties, though she could not determine if that was from the captain’s new orders or from the action that occurred yesterday that gave purpose to their reason for being deployed. On the flight deck Lieutenant Varellio was explaining the intricacies of combat maneuvering to the supply officer Lieutenant Sathus; on the mess decks she noticed the crew lingering over their meals sat closer to one or more others than they had before, there were even a few extra people in the galley helping to wash the pots and pans used by the night baker to produce the bread and sweet treats every night. While speaking with Doctor Jaludin about the progress of the wounded Neela noticed Ensign Vanus going through the food line and collecting two trays of food, one dextro-based and the other levo-based of course, Neela watched as the young yeoman moved through the line in her uniform jumpsuit that hung slightly loose about her body, as it did on everyone in the crew, though on the quarian woman it fit quite tightly around her hips and thighs. She had to admit to herself that the young woman was very attractive even though she had never seen a quarian that did not have an attractively curved and slim body in the last three hundred years. She wondered now that the Quarian race no longer lived aboard their flotilla of ships and therefore restricted in food supplies how long it would be until their body shapes began to be as varied as the turians and humans. After three hundred years of Geth stewardship their home world of Rannoch’s native animal population had grown immensely without the quarians at the top of the food chain there. Ensign Vanus gathered two large plastic cups of fruit juice to complete her task before leaving the mess decks, the yeoman carefully balanced both trays on one arm and the beverages in the other before heading back to the elevator; the eyes of several crewmen following her exit. Well that didn’t take long she thought, naturally a captain and their yeoman would work closely together due to the sheer amount of paperwork always involved with the running of a vessel this size, though small C-Sec required an inordinate amount of reports to keep them informed of nearly everything going on aboard their ships. But to already be spending the night in his quarters and now taking up breakfast for the both of them less than 12 hours after these new orders went into effect, Neela was just stunned at how brazenly the captain had apparently laid claim to the yeoman. Was she feeling jealous now, was that why she was questioning what she had just seen? Shaking her head she left the doctor to change the bandages on Private Greenstreet’s leg and turned the corner to head forward into her own personal sanctum of the main batteries. No she wasn’t jealous, she was probably just coming to the wrong conclusion that her captain had bedded the yeoman last night; he wouldn’t have done that, not this quickly. As she stood in the open doorway of the main battery she just stared at the magnetic coil assembly that made up the breech of the starboard mass accelerator, she had already forgotten what it was she had to do today to her precious guns; she had to talk to the captain, now; if only to resolve these confusing thoughts running through her head and twisting her mind into a mass of confusion.
                With an angry shake of her head Neela turned from the doorway and strode down the passageway back to the elevators and pressed the button for Deck 1. She nervously shifted her feet as Neela waited for the doors to open; when they did she stood at the door to the captain’s quarters for several seconds before pressing the entry request key beside the door. The light indicating permission almost immediately as the door lock twisted open to allow the two halves of the door to slide back into their recesses before sliding shut once more after she entered. “Captain I’d like to discuss these new orders of yours,” she began. As she took in her surroundings she saw one of the large view screens showing random footage from the ship’s internal security cameras turning to face her commanding officer he saw him sitting at the table under the viewport adjacent to the bulkhead separating the two halves of his quarters. Ensign Vanus had just finished placing their trays of food on the table and as Neela awaited an acknowledgement of her request from the captain the yeoman walked up to the XO and asked, “Have you eaten breakfast yet Commander V’Sola?” Somewhat bewildered with the question Neela answered, “No I have not eaten yet Ensign.” “Jaet, the Commander will be joining us for breakfast, please go to the mess decks and get her whatever she wishes to eat and her beverage of choice. Neela please sit, we’ll discuss these questions you have while we wait for the Ensign to return,” Patrick ordered from the far side of the room. Neela mumbled her request for a cheese omelet and a bowl of fruit with a cup of tea before the yeoman was sent on her errand with a nod of the Captain’s head.
                As his executive officer sat down in the offered chair, Patrick moved his tray of food to the right and shifted Jaet’s tray to the left somewhat to lay at the head of the small table so that she would be facing towards the viewport. With a clear space between the two senior officers Patrick sat back on the bench portion of the sitting area and rested the back of his head on the bulkhead separating this room from his sleeping area and folded his hands into his lap before addressing her, “Now what was it you wished to discuss Neela?” “Well sir I woke this morning with several questions as to how your order was going to be taken and processed by the crew, however as I did my morning tour I noticed a change had already occurred in the crew overnight. At least socially they are from what I have seen already becoming a crew with few inhibitions to discuss different subjects with each other. So my only question remaining pertains to the provision that you included on our resolving problems for the safe and effective operation of the ship, what exactly did you mean by that sir?” Nodding as she spoke about her observations thus far Patrick answered her, “It means just that however I will give you an example; let us say that our illustrious pilot Chuck became romantically involved with the supply officer,” he began, “Now if they happened to have a falling out and found that there was too much hostility and tension between them that then began to affect the crew by this distraction to their attention to duty, then I would be forced to transfer one of them off of the ship in an attempt to keep this problem from festering and affecting the ship. A supply officer is not a high priority necessity to safely and effectively allow this ship to continue on her mission, whereas a pilot of Chuck’s skill is quite difficult to find in even normal circumstances.” Pursing her lips as she nodded Neela replied, “I understand now Captain. Now I have one other question, are you and Ensign Vanus involved together? I apologize if I am being to forward with you but I have just noticed the interactions that the both of you have had and am curious,” Neela asked somewhat sheepishly. Patrick laughed for a moment before beginning his explanation, “The short answer would be yes we are. However don’t be concerned that this is something that happened just last night, Jaet and I have been together for nearly two years now. Before Jaet returns with your meal I would like to explain something to you so that you are thrown into a state of shock; are you familiar with a Dominant and submissive relationship?” With a sly and sarcastic grin Neela responded, “Paddy I have been around this galaxy for four hundred years, and in that time I have come across all sorts of sexual relationships; monogamous, bigamous, polyamorous, homo- and heterosexual. I have even seen a cult that believed that the only pure sexual relationship to have was with their own body, it didn’t take long for that group to go their own separate ways though.” Taken aback Patrick just looked at her for a few moments before he spoke again, “Well…I guess the long and drawn out explanation I had prepared about it not being slavery or cruelty would just be a waste of recirculated oxygen now wouldn’t it. I forget sometimes just how long lived the asari are, I apologize.” They were sharing a laugh over this when Yeoman Vanus returned and walked through the door to place the tray of food and mug of tea in front of Neela who thanked the ensign. Jaet moved to pull another chair to take her place between the two officers when Patrick stopped her with a glare, “Jaet what are you doing?” Sitting down to eat breakfast with our guest Sir,” she said with a confused look on her face. “Not like that you aren’t, we may have a guest in our home but that does not excuse you from dressing properly; now off with you and change into your proper uniform,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand before pulling his food tray back towards him to begin his meal. “So Neela has Chuck told you how she got her nickname yet?” he said, using his knife and fork to begin cutting a slice of ham on his plate, ignoring his submissive yeoman who stood there with a nervous look on her face. Neela had been confused for a few moments when her Captain had addressed the yeoman, especially since the jumpsuit Jaet was wearing was the proper uniform aboard the ship while underway, but had quickly realized that it was one of the ways he was giving her an order as her Master and since Jaet did not know that the executive officer had learned about the extent of their relationship the yeoman was naturally feeling somewhat embarrassed. Raising her tea to lips Neela turned her attention to Patrick and answered, “No she hasn’t, and I have been wondering why she preferred that name. She has continually pleaded with me to call her by that name whenever I visit her on the flight deck but I had been refraining from such familiarity. Of course that will change now. Ensign you have your orders, carry them out.” Neela said this to the nervous yeoman who had continued to stand there somewhat shocked and confused as to what was happening, turning her head to look alternately at both of her superiors. Patrick rested his left elbow on the table and raised that hand, slowly unfolding his index finger to point at the ceiling. Three heartbeats later he raised his middle finger to join the first; Jaet understood what this meant and quickly turned to pass through the bedroom door behind her, a moment later she poked her head around the door and begged, “Oh please Sir, don’t tell her that story yet. You know how I enjoy hearing how Chuck got her name, please.” With a sigh he waved her back into the bedroom, “Fine, now hurry up before you earn more than you already have coming toward you as it is.” “That is okay Paddy I can wait, tell me about yourself instead first and please include why you carry that large knife wherever you go,” Neela said smilingly in an attempt to offhandedly calm the yeoman while not directly addressing her.
                “Well what can I say that isn’t already in my personnel file, I grew up on Earth; my father was from an island nation called Ireland and my mother was born in the foothills of the tallest mountains on the planet, an area that even though humanity had mastered space travel and then faster than light travel was still one of the most economically poor regions on the planet. My father was a policeman who met my mother while in her country teaching law enforcement techniques to the local constabulary and ended up marrying her and taking her home to Ireland, we would visit her family a few times every year so my grandparents on both sides of the family were still a part of my childhood.” Taking a sip of his orange juice Patrick continued, “I joined the Alliance military at eighteen and I’ve been carrying a gun ever since. I was made the XO of the second Hong Kong just before the Reapers showed up and had a hell of a war. Afterwards I left the Alliance and joined C-Sec. Which brings us to where we are now,” he finished. “Yes I know that Captain I read your file, but that knife of yours. Why do you carry it? I’ve seen your scores and you are much too good of a marksman to allow someone to get close enough to need it, and as C-Sec officers we are not sanctioned to do covert work that would require you to slit any throats,” Neela said, bringing up his weapon choice to push him back towards the purpose of her questioning. With a sigh Patrick nodded and began to speak again, “The knife is called a kukri and it has been a symbol of the people where my mother’s family has lived for hundreds of years. The soldiers from that area who carried it into battle were highly admired for their devotion to duty and exceptional conduct on the battlefield as infantry. They provided a specialized police force to another country as well as a loyal body of feared infantry to two others before we finally stopped fighting amongst ourselves. As a child I would sometimes meet my father on his way home from work and go to the pub in our little town, he wasn’t a heavy drinker but he did enjoy a couple of pints after his days of keeping the peace and dealing with the high stress police work even still incurs. From time to time those who were troublesome drunk would start trouble and he would step in to knock their heads together to end a fight. One time when I was sixteen an argument boiled over into a full blown bar brawl and though I tried not to be I was forced to defend myself. Now we Irish have historically been a rebellious lot and this particular brawl was a classic if it was anything, tables breaking and bottles flying. One particularly known troublemaker drew a knife and tried to use it on me, the fact he was so drunk worked to my advantage and I was able to put him down but my father had seen it and fired a few shots from his weapon to stop the fight finally. Now Dad knew that I planned to either follow him into the Garda or enlist in the military so that night after I had gone to bed, he and mother had a long talk. The end of it was that she and I would go and stay with her family in Nepal for a few months, and while there I was to be taught strict discipline and how to use a kukri. I learned how to draw, swing, stab, and chop from several different former soldiers; those little old men had such fun with me, to see the fire back in their eyes as they sparred with me and each other was a treat for me.” Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling before looking up at the asari across from him, Patrick was confused to see a slight smile on her face, “Why are you smiling as if you just won at Skyllian Five?” No longer trying to conceal her grin Neela nodded her head towards the bedroom door where Jaet’s worried face was peeking from around the cracked open door. “Jaet that is no way to behave, Neela here is our first house guest and you will come over and welcome her properly,” Patrick told her in a stern voice and pointed at a spot between the two senior officers. “Yes Sir,” she answered, opening the bedroom door fully to step out before shutting it behind her. It was only a few steps from the door to the spot indicated by her Master but it felt like an entire kilometer that she walked. Having someone besides her Master view her as she had only done so to the Captain, she could feel Neela’s eyes roam across her pale purple skin and flushed with the thought of being shown off. Her nipples quickly hardened and the weight of the piercing in each of them sending a shiver of excitement up her spine, the chains running from her nipples to her collar grazed across her collar bone as she came to attention before the two officers. The submissive quarian slowly lowered herself to her knees, three-fingered hands sliding along the tops of her thighs as she balanced on the balls of her feet, as her knees touched the deck Jaet placed both hands down flat upon the rubberized floor and bent at the waist to place her forehead down between her hands before speaking, “Welcome Lieutenant Commander Neela V’Sola to our home. My Master and I are pleased that you have so graciously visited up today.” Straightening back up Jaet folded her hands together as her head remained bowed. With a proud smile Patrick addressed her, “Very good my pet, now bring a chair over so that we may begin our meal.”
                As the yeoman moved to bring a chair for herself, Neela could not take her eyes off of the quarian woman; she was still amazed at the exquisite beauty of the once physically hidden race. Asari were a naturally beautiful race but the galaxy had gotten used to the way they looked, but the quarians had been hidden from sight in their environmental suits for so long very few people had remembered what they looked like; and now that large numbers of their race no longer needed those suits on a regular basis everyone, Neela included, were simply captivated with their amazing beauty. Neela’s gaze roamed from the three-toed feet that softly padded across the room up to the slender calves and shapely thighs that gave the round definition to the yeoman’s broad hips and tight buttocks; was that a glint of jewelry that shone from between them. When Jaet turned around to place the chair at the head of the table Neela could see the well-defined abdomen that led to the soft curves of her firm breasts, the nipples of which were connected by a light chain attached to small ring piercings; two other chains rose, one from each nipple, up the Ensign’s torso and connected to a thin leather collar at her neck. As Jaet sat down her head remained demurely lowered, averting her gaze from the officers to either side of her and stared at the food on her tray; a flush of color rose from her neck to her face as she felt the eyes of her superiors linger over her body. “Shall we eat?” Patrick said to break the silence. As the three of them took hold of their utensils Patrick addressed Jaet again, “I’m very proud of you my pet. Though Neela is the first person we have ever had to either of our homes you remembered the correct form of greeting her as I had instructed you long ago.” With a sly grin Jaet spoke up, “I had to check my notes Sir.” Sputtering a bit as he brought a forkful of eggs to his mouth Patrick was surprised, “You took notes?!” “When you gave me my behavioral instructions I recorded all of them into my omni-tool so that I would have a database to use to continually study, that way I could correctly serve you and do my best to keep you pleased with me.” Looking across to Neela, whose eyes were still on the yeoman, Patrick said with a smirk, “Smart girl that one.” They ate in silence for a few minutes before Jaet spoke up, “Sir would you please tell us how Chuck got her name?” Neela had finally been able to tear her eyes from the quarian and focus on her meal and when the yeoman asked her question Neela seconded the request, “I agree Captain, please tell the story.” Holding up a hand to forestall the telling of the story Patrick quickly ate the remainder of his meal with the practiced speed of a military man who had learned to eat his meals whenever he had the chance before setting his utensils down and taking hold of the glass of orange juice that was still half full. Shifting himself further along the bench to place his back against the viewport he took a sip of the tart liquid before beginning his story.
                Lieutenant Shisana Varellio had just reported for duty aboard the C-Sec corvette Punyal and had completed her check-in interviews with the ship’s commanding officer when she took her first watch at the helm of the corvette. When Shisana had learned that her Captain was human she had learned of his penchant for naval tradition, and so had decided to give herself a call sign. So when she first reported aboard the corvette she began insisting that everyone address her as “Ghost” because, as she put it, “ne’er-do-wells will never see me coming when I’m flying the ship.” Neela interrupted for a moment as her eyes widened, “She actually said that?” As Patrick nodded, Jaet giggled as she confirmed it by saying, “Oh yes ma’am, she would correct me whenever I spoke with her during those first few months.” Neela signaled to her Captain to continue and so he did by explaining that call signs were a long-standing tradition amongst pilots, especially on Earth where the advent of flight had given rise to an entirely new level of slang. Call signs became something that military pilots throughout the galaxy had been called to make it easier and more direct when giving a warning in the middle of a large and confusing air, or space, battle. Shisana was quite the hot hand when it came to flying and graduated near the top of her class in flight school, however there was one problem with her academy records; she suffered from severe motion sickness and because of that she had requested to always be assigned to a space bound command. Patrick went on to tell how he found this out when he read her file upon her reporting to the Punyal but thought nothing of it until a few months later. About three months after Shisana had been aboard Patrick had taken her with him on an errand to pick up some updated star charts from an exploratory surveyor on the Citadel, as they approached the sky car Patrick had asked if Shisana had wanted to drive and when she not only declined but also suggested that they walk to the surveyor’s office he knew something might happen. During the flight Shisana silently managed to keep her quickly unsettling stomach under control as her captain had weaved in and out of the traffic. When they arrived at their destination the pilot had attempted excuses to remain in the car while Patrick picked up the star charts, but he had insisted she come in with him since she was the one who had to make sure they were formatted correctly to be compatible with the ship’s database. The surveyor had come from his back room to greet them on his sales floor with as pleasant a look as a volus could show. Shisana had begun to speak and gotten no further than “Hi there,” out of her mouth before her stomach flipped over and her breakfast was projecting out onto the surprised volus explorer.
                “So because she managed to ‘chuck’ her breakfast up all over that poor man, not only did I have to pay extra for those star charts as well as for the cleaning of his suit, inside and out, but Shisana received her actual call sign that day,’ said Patrick finishing the story as they all finished the remains of their breakfast. Puzzled Neela asked, “But why did nobody accept ‘Ghost’ as she originally wanted?” “Well there were two reasons for that; first was that I informed the entire crew, but not her, to ignore that request on account of reason two which is that there are rules to how a call sign is given:”

1. If you don't already have one, you will be assigned one by your "buddies".
2. You probably won't like it.
3. If you complain and moan too much about 1 and 2, you'll get a new nickname you'll like even less.

Patrick motioned to Jaet and waved his hand across the table as a signal to collect their trays and place them elsewhere to be returned to the mess decks later as he finished his story. “You aren’t observing me now to find a call sign to give me are you Captain?” Neela asked with a slight hint of nervousness. Shaking his head he responded, “No I’m not. Neither of us are pilots and as such neither of us has the immense ego that comes with being a pilot and therefore requires a special name to flaunt that ego.” A slight shaking began in Neela’s shoulders which quickly turned into a long rolling laughter that erupted from the XO, Patrick looked to the yeoman who looked just as puzzled as he did before collecting the last of the food trays and placed them on one side of the desk and out of the way. It only lasted a couple of minutes but when she was done Neela was gasping for air as she wiped tears from her eyes, “Oh that is rich Captain, that you do not have an ego,” she began. His raised eyebrows showed her his confusion so she continued, “I come up here this morning to discuss your new set of rules and am quickly invited to join you for breakfast where I learn that not only are you in a sexual relationship with the ship’s yeoman but that you live a lifestyle that many people have labeled as taboo and not a basis for a real relationship. Let me finish please. I not only learn of this relationship and lifestyle but you also flaunt your submissive’s beauty and obedience; both of which I might add seems very genuine and she keeps a very clean home for you. The way you flaunt this in front of me tells me that not only do you have a huge ego that allows you to enjoy this little bit of exhibitionism but also suggests to me that you have a fantasy of me joining the two of you as one of your…playthings. Now if that is not the sign of an ego in need of not only its own nickname but also a spare freighter to be able to carry it around with you, then I don’t know what else could be.”
                “Very well then, I’m going to go suit up and get a workout in down in the cargo bay. Meanwhile you two ladies have an incident report to knock together, so please avail yourself of my quarters and get that done. Neela feel free to ask Jaet any questions you might have about what putting up with me on a domestic level is like,” Patrick said with an expectant look on his face as he rose and moved into the bedroom and shut the door behind him. Jaet, who had moved to sit on the sofa with her legs folded beneath her and hands in her lap had a surprised look on her face when Neela shifted her gaze from the closed door to the quarian. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence Neela said quietly, “I didn’t mean to…” Suddenly the door opened and was shut again as their Captain strode purposefully past them and towards the entrance of his quarters clad in the form fitting bodysuit normally worn under a full set of combat armor. Pausing as the door opened to allow him to leave he said over his shoulder, “I would appreciate a decision on all this by you Lieutenant Commander, when I return.” Stepping into the elevator Patrick knew he’d made the right choice by leaving the two women to discuss between themselves, she had possibly caused the loss of some respect between himself and Jaet and that was not something lightly forgotten nor forgiven. Burning off some excess energy by practicing his biotics and combat techniques right now would help him calm down and focus his anger into something productive, more than that it was needed. The months spent readying his new command for her first deployment had not given him much free time to keep his combat skills as sharp as he had wanted to. Walking into the armory he calmly suited up in his personal armor, customized to ensure maximum shield strength and recharge speed. Locking the last plates into position Patrick set his Harrier Mk.6 assault rifle on his back and Phalanx Mk.5 to his right hip before securing the armored sheath of his combat kukri to his waist at the small of his back before grabbing his Capacitor Helmet with its transparent aluminum faceplate and settling it onto his head. As the armor’s sections wirelessly connected to the combat computer in the helmet they changed the body icon to a green tint on his heads-up display. Stepping out into the section of the cargo bay set aside for weapons and combat practice Patrick snapped the safety of his rifle to the fire position and took aim at the targets lining the far side of the bay and began firing controlled bursts at each target, the kick of the weapon bringing him more into focus of his battle senses. Ejecting the spent thermal clip he quickly reloaded and emptied the next clip in two sustained bursts into the fresh targets that popped up to replace those already hit. Patrick fired through five thermal clips before switching to his pistol that was holstered on his right hip, crossing his left arm across his stomach he grasped the grip of the weapon and began firing as soon as the target filled his sight picture; focusing on precision rather than suppression Patrick began practicing quickly drawing the pistol and firing two well-aimed shots before re-holstering and beginning again. After going through four more thermal clips with his Phalanx he addressed the ship’s AI, “Staci give me a group of hostiles at ten meters, three no more than one meter spacing with the other two targets at three meters to either side of the main group,” he commanded to the AI who sent small servo-drones into action placing the modular targets into the desired combat problem. Patrick holstered his pistol once again and reached behind him to draw his kukri as he built-up the biotic energy within himself and set his feet to prepare himself for his biotic charge, the blue glow growing as it lit up the far corners of the cargo bay. As the last of the servo-drones cleared the area Patrick launched himself at the target in the center of the grouping, leading with his kukri the blade pierced the target and detonated the built up biotic power into a stunning blast. Pulling his blade from the first target Patrick swung an upward slash through the weapon arm of the target to his right, following through with the momentum he spun 180 degrees on his right foot and brought the large blade down on the third target in the area where the neck met the torso, burying the heavy kukri in a chop that would have shattered the collar bone of a human. As the knife buried itself in the third target he drew his pistol with his left hand and brought it to face his fourth target that was now on his left while holding the third one upright with his knife, using it as a shield against expected incoming fire from the fifth target. Firing a volley of rounds at the fourth target he fought the muzzle rise from the recoil as his bullets tracked upwards from the chest and into the targets throat and face before turning to face his fifth target; bracing his pistol arm on the shoulder of the stabbed target and fired three quick shots into the final target before pulling the kukri from its target with a harsh jerk backwards. Patrick started to police up his spent thermal clips and was emptying his first armload into the clip-bin when he noticed the audience that had gathered in the observation area, he saw that the group had begun to disperse in twos and threes discussing amongst themselves with large arm gestures that he recognized as mimicking his knife cuts. He collected the last few spent clips and deposited them in the receptacle before facing the remaining groups and giving a flourishing bow which caused more than a few grins to light up on their faces. The last to leave were the members of the boarding parties who merely gave him satisfied nods of approval; they now knew for certain that if their captain led them, they would follow with confidence in his abilities.
                Satisfied with himself that his skills had not dulled too badly Patrick walked back to the armory and removed the sections of his armor and placed his weapons in the bin with his name on the label and moved the bin to the “Needs Cleaning” rack attached to the workbench where the least experienced weapons technician was engrossed in a manual. Smiling as he set the bin in its rack he whispered to the tech, “Take care of this lad, and don’t let the Armorer near these.” “Yes sir absolutely, thank you sir,” the tech answered nervously as he put away the manual began readying his tools for the task. With a supportive pat on the back Patrick left the young crewman to his task and rode the elevator back up to Deck One, as the lift car rose he gave new orders through Staci, “Staci have Chuck take us to the next patrol area, tell her we’ll stay in the next area for four days before heading to Illium so she should start working on a rough course plot to have ready, thank you.” “Lieutenant Varellio acknowledges the course change and added a request to remain aboard during the upcoming port visit.” With a chuckle Patrick replied, “Tell her I’ll think about it, though there are some great roller coaster rides she should try.” The elevator doors opened and he took the few steps to his door and without hesitation inputted the code to open the door. Stepping into his quarters the first thing that caught his attention were the kneeling forms of both his pet, Jaet and his executive officer Neela. Jaet was still without clothing but Neela was wearing the same uniform she had been wearing when he had left nearly two hours before. Moving towards the small cooler beneath his desk Patrick reached in and pulled a bottle of lager and broke the seal before addressing the two women who had pressed their foreheads to the deck upon his entrance, “So what is this supposed to mean?” Both subordinates unfolded themselves to continue kneeling, their backs straight and heads bowed. “Well Sir this means that I am curious about your family and quite wish to join it and serve you.” He noticed the slight dropping of Jaet’s shoulders as she heard Neela addressing her Master, he then replied harshly, “You are not being asked to join anything Neela and it is not something you request to be a part of. Our family is something you become a part of gradually over time; it is something that requires great trust and honesty amongst all of us. You will do well to remember that as you learn.” He walked a slow circle around the two women as he took slow pulls from his beer and addressed his XO again, “I see that Jaet has already taught you something of what will be required of you, but do you realize just what will be expected of you?” Stopping next to Jaet he softly ran his hand along her cheek before running his hand through her hair, as his hand reached the back of her head he tightened his grip on a handful of hair and pulled her head back so that he could look down upon her face. He truly loved his pet, her violet skin flushing with excited expectation as he kept his grip upon her, her almond shaped eyes were half-lidded as she absorbed the feeling of pain radiating across the back of her scalp and felt it become a rush of pleasure that coursed through her veins. A slight movement with his hand indicated to her that she should rise to her feet and as she did her body warmed with the combined pleasure of excitement and pain, suddenly a chillness made her straighten with a snap as Patrick ran the still cold base of his bottle up her spine; the chilling sensation trailing up and over the curve of her buttocks and moved halfway up her back before stopping. “Shower pet and lock the door in the open position,” he whispered in her ear before releasing his grip upon her hair and smoothing it back into place with a couple of strokes with his hand before it delivered a sharp smack on the left side of her ass to send her on her way. Neela had jumped at the sound of his hand smacking the skin of Jaet’s rear end but had kept her head bowed and her hands folded in her lap. As Jaet rose up and moved away Neela felt a lack of discipline enter her mind, her body was tempted to rise along with her and assist her in whatever duties the Captain had set her to; she showed this uneasiness when she spoke up, “Master should I assist your other pet in her duties?” Draining the last of his beer Patrick set the bottle down on his desk before moving to stand in front of his executive officer; folding his hands behind his back he addressed her, “You are not my pet and I am not your Master.” Neela’s head jerked up to look at him with a clear look of confusion, just as he had expected her to. “I am not your Master because you have not been accepted into our family yet. Until such time you will address me simply as Sir and you will be addressed as Neela, both by myself and my pet. She will address you as mistress but that does not mean that you are to give her orders that do not pertain to the ship. These are not labels of rank within our family; rather they are signs of love and respect between us all. If you do decide to become a member of our family and you do earn our trust then things may change. I do hope that Jaet explained to you how to behave when we are home. I will remind you just in case; you are not to do anything unless you are told to do so...you will do nothing at all until directed to do so, even if you think of something I may wish to be done and think you are being a good girl by completing a task without being told to do so…do nothing. Understood?” Nodding she hesitantly answered, “Yes Mas...uh, Sir.” As he turned away from her, once again she had to fight back the reflex urge to rise and follow him. As she shook her head slightly to try and calm her mind to focus on acting the way she was expected to, Neela noticed the sound of the shower running from the open door of the bathroom and noticed Jaet standing to one side of the water stream with her hands folded behind her back, waiting. Captain Bahadur entered the open bathroom and turned the corner and was out of her view for a few moments before crossing back to stand under the water, closing his eyes to enjoy the hot water falling on his head and coursing down his body to wash away the sweat from his morning workout. From where she knelt Neela’s view was only of the Captain’s left side, as she watched the Captain and his yeoman lathered their hands and began to run their hands across the front of their own torsos applying a thick layer of soap and suds to themselves. Patrick then stepped close up against the smaller woman began to wash her arms as she moved against his chest transferring the soap from his torso onto her back. After several minutes of this Jaet then moved around to stand behind her Captain and rubbed her chest against his back washing him scrubbing his skin with her breasts. Neela could only stare at the two lovers as Jaet’s movements seemed as if she was performing an erotic dance not only to wash her Master but also to tease the mind of the asari she knew was watching their every move. Watching the quarian woman rub her body against her Captain, Neela felt the return of her need to release from the previous night. Her nipples began to harden and press against the jumpsuit she still wore and as she shifted slightly the rough fabric rubbed across the erect nubs sending shocks through her body that caused her to close her eyes for a few minutes as the sensations seemed to move downwards and converge between her legs, immediately bringing forth a twitch in her groin that caused her own fluids to begin soaking into her panties. A soft moan escaped her lips as the warm wetness began to spread along her closely pressed inner thighs; opening her eyes a new sight greeted her. Patrick and Jaet had both rinsed the soap from their bodies and Jaet was now kneeling before the Captain again and lathering soap onto one of his legs before repeating the action up and down the opposite leg. When she had finished with his legs Jaet then pressed closer against her Captain, her face nuzzling into his crotch as she reached her arms around his waist to rub her soapy hands along his backside. As Jaet’s hands massaged her captain’s ass, Neela watched the contented smile spread across the quarian’s face as she buried her face into the Captain’s crotch to use the smooth skin of her cheeks to clean his penis. After what seemed an eternity to Neela the yeoman reluctantly pulled her hands from Patrick’s ass to slowly massage his cock between her hands to use the soap still remaining on them to complete the task she had started with her face. The asari woman did her best to not tear off her clothes and join the two lovers beneath the spraying water of the shower and beg them to ravish and take her in whatever way they wished; her efforts became even more difficult as she gazed upon the sight of Jaet slowly washing her Master’s member. As Neela watched the yeoman use one of her hands to grasp around the base of the Captain’s shaft and lift it up to press against his stomach, the asari’s breathing began to quicken as she finally felt the beginnings of her first orgasm in what seemed like a hundred years start to build deep within her body. She watched as Jaet used her other hand to gently cup Patrick’s scrotum before gently rolling the heavily hanging testicles within, though she only had two fingers and a thumb on each hand Jaet was having no difficulty maintaining control of the delicate parts of her Master’s anatomy. Neela’s mouth opened slightly as her thighs began to shudder, both from kneeling and the lust trying to override her determination to not disappoint her Captain in what was surely a test of her self-control; closing her eyes for a few moments she tried to mentally force a climax from her own body by imagining what it would be like to have her Captain’s fuck her senseless as he grasped her sensitive scalp crests. Hearing the sounds of the shower end Neela opened her eyes once more and watched as the quarian stepped from the shower and disappeared further into the bathroom before the Captain followed her from the shower bay. Reappearing with a large towel Jaet began to vigorously dry her Master’s body of water as he stood there silently, his gaze penetrating through Neela as though trying to determine her worth to him. Finished with his upper body Jaet then bent at the waist to rub her Master’s legs dry, pushing her round violent ass out towards Neela to admire. As the asari officer’s gaze shifted to this new sight she took in the sight of the quarian woman’s pussy that seemed as if it was being offered to Neela to lick and taste, not all of the wetness she saw was from the shower; she was sure of that. When Jaet had thoroughly dried the legs of her Captain she remained in her bent over position and folded the towel she had used to form a pad upon which she once more knelt before her Master before grasping his now very aroused cock in her left hand and stroking it slowly from base to tip, rubbing her thumb along the underside of the crown as she did so. The lovers were now in profile to Neela as she watched in awe of what was being done before her eyes; Jaet dropped both of her hands and clasped them both behind her back as she opened her mouth and her tongue emerged to begin licking the few remaining droplets of water from Patrick’s now fully hard member. Moving her head closer the quarian then placed the head of Patrick’s cock in her mouth and as Neela watched she could see her cheeks begin to curve inwards as Jaet began to suck on her Master’s penis. Neela could now feel her own wet azure releasing a near torrent of her juices into the ever growing wetness that had soaked through not only her panties but the surrounding jumpsuit; she could feel the fluids between the cheeks of her ass as well as a growing pool of her arousal under her legs on the floor. Ever so slowly Jaet took more and more of her Master’s cock into her mouth, calmly moving her head in small circles each time she buried more of him into her throat until she had engulfed all of his eight inches and nestled her nose against his pelvis. It was what the quarian did next that broke all but Neela’s final mental barrier of self-control that kept her from shoving her hand in her crotch furiously fingering her own pussy to the massive orgasm she felt lingering at the edge of her consciousness; with Patrick’s cock buried fully in her mouth and throat Jaet then pushed her tongue between her bottom lip and the underside of the Captain’s shaft to tickle the base of his hanging sack. She then did something that Neela never knew a quarian could do; Jaet’s tongue then continued to extend out farther to coil itself around her Master’s scrotum and begin to squeeze and fondle the heavy balls within. Neela’s mouth was now gaping in amazement of what she was seeing the young quarian do to the Captain, who was obviously fast approaching climax. Suddenly Neela realized what it would mean if Patrick climaxed there in the shower and not inside of her, she would not get the orgasmic release that she was desperately craving, a feeling of jealousy began to rise within her as she began to envy Jaet and what she was about to receive from her Master. She knew she should not feel that way towards the yeoman as it wasn’t fair to the quarian to think of her as being anything but lucky to be the one who was chosen to please the Captain. A soft groan escaping from Patrick’s mouth followed by a series of grunts that matched the movement in his hips told Neela that Jaet was receiving her reward for behaving well enough to please her Master; as she watched Neela could see the quarian’s throat moving as she swallowed her Master’s seed. Uncoiling her tongue from around his sack she brought it back to wrap around the base of his cock and slowly stroke his shaft as she began to pull her mouth off of him. Her tongue milking his cock as she withdrew her mouth making sure to remove every drop to enjoy, Jaet finally pulled away to let her Master’s cock bounce upwards once before beginning to soften somewhat, but not completely.
                Turning to face her, Patrick held one hand out to Jaet to assist her to her feet where she finished drying the last remnant of water from her smooth violet skin. Walking toward her, Neela mind was only able to concentrate on the cock hanging between his legs shifting about as he moved towards and around her, “Return to your proper posture please Neela.” A moment’s hesitation as she forcefully pulled the memory of what Jaet had explained to her earlier when Neela had expressed a willing curiosity before she bowed her head once more and resettled her legs, the wet fabric uncomfortable on her skin and audibly squishing against itself. She could feel his presence as he continued to silently stalk around her, “You’ll do Commander, we will just have to see how well you proceed from this point,” he whispered into her left ear causing her to jump slightly at the surprise. “Jaet please get the box that I gave you when you asked to be considered for my collar,” he instructed the yeoman. The quarian’s face visibly lit up with the wide grin on her face and though she calmly padded past her Master and his new project, it was with a barely contained giddiness that normally would have had her clapping and dancing across the room. When Jaet returned she was carrying a small wooden box which she placed on the low table in front of her two superiors, looking over the asari Patrick instructed Jaet, “Undress her please Jaet and unpack the box,” as he moved into the bedroom. When he returned Jaet was kneeling beside the now nude Neela who continued to stand impassively, waiting for anything that might come next. “Neela…in the relationship that Jaet and I share there is an understanding of behavior. When she misbehaves she is punished, as you will be, when she pleases me then I return the pleasure to her. What you witnessed was not simply for my pleasure, though it most certainly pleased me,” Patrick said as he stepped closer to the kneeling Jaet and stroked her hair, to which she closed her eyes and leaned her head into his hand. “What you saw was a tool of punishment that was used against you, clearly it aroused you and the way you are struggling to maintain your composure right now tells me that the punishment also brought you to the brink of climax but did not give you what you sought. The items in this box are will become a part of your daily wear, Jaet if you please.” At his instruction Jaet opened the box and brought forth a slender chain with thin, rubber coated nipple clamps followed by a phallus shaped piece of stainless steel; 10cm x 20mm at its largest dimensions. Picking up the metal plug Patrick explained, “This plug will be in your ass at all times, likewise these clamps will be attached to your nipples at all times. The only exception I allow for this is in the event of a boarding action; however you will resume their wear at the earliest convenience.” Turning from the two women Patrick moved towards the door to commence his day aboard ship. As the door opened he said over his shoulder, “Remember what I said Neela, with punishment comes pleasure. Jaet, when you have fitted her with those please bathe her. We cannot have our XO walking around like that.” As the door shut he saw Jaet approach Neela with the clamps to attach, and as the doors of the elevator shut he heard through the walls a load moan followed by a scream of pleasure, “OH GODDESS YES!!!” Smiling Patrick exited on the command deck to overlook the ship’s arrival in their patrol area.

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