Eyes of the Law (Closed: Strangebuddy)

[Aluris]

Resi hooked herself underneath the metal stairs, her heart beating hard beneath the titanium alloy of her armoured chestplate. Shit, shit. Triple shit. Alarms blared from the second floor of the small freighter, an automated voice cheerily announcing incoming doom by informing her of the tractor beam currently locking onto her coordinates.

There wasn't supposed to be a patrol coming this way! Resi gritted her teeth, fingers fumbling around one of the two pistols at her waist. Out of nervous habit she tapped the grip in a firm rhythm. It wasn't the first time she had been caught, but it was the first time by an opposition patrol vehicle. The young woman had just enough time to catch sight of its colours before the transmission had cut into her speakers, filtering out the soft jazz tunes of Margaret Le'Rasha which had been playing beforehand; a rich, velvet voice giving way to gritty tones which sounded like the speaker had recently swallowed glass. Not that Resi had needed much excuse for this encounter to send shudders down her spine.

She'd heard stories; hadn't they all? Resi wasn't even technically a mercenary - just a freelancer, who happened to take on contracts. But mostly cargo-hauling - and legal tender at that! With a vicious growl she kicked out at the wall next to her, the heavily-booted foot giving a satisfying clang. Fuck Ferrow, Resi thought sourly. He was the one who assured me this route was cleared for the next week. Bollocks to him. She'd never trusted that weasel-faced son of a bitch; why had she started now?

I'm dead, I'm dead. Resi hid her face briefly in her hands, her long, dark hair falling in soft curls in a curtain of movement. A soft moan of indecision. Whether to go out all guns blazing, or to just give them a hard time back to corporate? I'm too young to die just yet. At least not by my choice. No, it was more that the young human was too scared to die, but she had enough defiance to give them a damn good fight if they needed one.

External Bodies Requesting Boarding Access the ship navi-computer announced.
Resi froze under the stairs, drawing her pistol with both hands.
Request Accepted was the next statement. No surprise there; the bastards had overriding capabilities spilling out of their arseholes.
The woman crouched, her legs held tensely beneath her weight. Although short and lithe, she was packed with layers of muscle beneath the lightly tanned skin - if they refused to take her peacefully, she'd give them a punch or two to remember.
External Bodies Entering ---
Breath catching in her throat, Resi fought down another shudder and trained her pistol on the door.

 

[Strangebuddy]

"Now I just feel silly wearing my armor." The large woman said as she climbed into the docking port and walked through the freighter's airlock, ducking her 7'0 frame and turning sideways so she could get through the hatch, though she still scraped her metallic helmet against the edge of the doorway.

"It's policy Meesha," the significantly smaller figure behind her said in an icy, mechanical voice. Unlike his companion, who looked like a rogue killer android in her composite titanium armor, his suit was a far more flexible, almost rubberish environmental suit that had a sealed visor, preventing others from seeing his face. Only a trained eye would note that it was a stellar engineer's suit, capable of keeping its occupant safe from any type of heat or laser weapon, "full protection must be worn at all times while boarding an enemy vessel."

"It's a freighter Ch'tt...and a small one at that, "Meesha said, walking through the cramped corridors, trying to look dignified while carrying a tiny hand gun that was set to only fire stun bolts, "we could have just used our asteroid lasers to dissect it while it was in the beam and then sucked up the cargo and whatever wasn't killed."

"Policy, Meesha," Ch'tt said, sounding resigned, "Krow, Zip, open the ship's intercom system."

"Yes, oh hero of the paperwork," a bestial voice said over his helmet's speaker, followed by a jackal-like laugh."

The small figure sighed and then issued his rehearsed speech, "Freighter captain, I am Ch'tt, captain of the star cruiser "Raystorm" in service of the Nebular Consortium. You have flown into a contested area and avoided accepted merchant routes. Furthermore, initial scans of your flight logs suggest allegiance with the Sol Confederation."

"Oooh, I hope it's an Earth brat...I really, really want that." a second bestial voice said, making the captain stop his speech.

"Zip, Krow, if you interrupt the captain again or let any of your whining go over the intercom, I will have you both in my bedchambers for the rest of our tour...and maybe I'll let the doctor spend some time with you...or remind the captain how tight your species are." Meesha said over her headset in hushed tones.

The only response was a pair of gulps and then silence.

"Please come to your starboard airlock and surrender all weapons and armor you are carrying. Also, please provide us with a copy of your ship manifest that may be compared with our findings upon visual inspection of your ship and its hold. Your compliance will aide us in completing our processing in a much more timely manner," Ch'tt continued, "We assure you that we intend this to be a peaceful process and will only use force if necessary. You have five minutes to surrender before we will begin searching the ship with intent to capture by force."

While Meesha wore a full helmet, she still rolled her eyes, "Really? I'm embarrassed enough that I have this little zap gun...do you have to make us sound like the cotton candy brigade?"

"Policy," he sighed.

 

[Aluris]

Resi relaxed slightly at the voice coming through the speakers, shakily putting away the blaster pistol - although the shakes were now more due to adrenaline than fear. Sounded like it was just one... no, don't be stupid, Resi. Of course there would be more of them. A boarding crew, if they had backed up their request with the threat of force. Clearing her throat, the woman got onto her knees, then clung onto the railing to drag herself up to a standing position. Somewhere upstairs the alarms stopped blaring.
Despite the decision being painfully clear, she still took a minute to focus on her breathing: eyes closed, clenching and then unclenching her fingers. Resi wasn't going to let them see her as a shivering wreck - if they were just wanting to intimidate every merc on the road, they'd have to try damn harder. At least with me. She'd also be lying if she said that the thought of fighting back wasn't crossing her mind. The idiots had given her a full five minutes... what if she had been carrying weaponry? Or even a full pack of mercs in the cargo locker?

But she wasn't. With another kick aimed at the wall, Resi snarled at her luck. It wasn't often she travelled alone, but of course, when she did....

Well, thinking wasn't doing anything but delaying; she walked calmly to the airlock, clicking her neck and knuckles before accessing the panel to open it up. Her steel-grey armour shone in the dim yellow lighting of the freighter - it would be clear that she was ready to deploy force, even by herself. Resi hoped this would lend some strength to her cause as the door swooshed open to reveal the two parties to each other within a matter of mili-seconds.

"No need for force." Resi stated, holding up her armoured hands with as much a neutral expression as she could force. "I'm here. My ship's manifest is on the logs; wasn't sure I could load it up for you in time for your deadline."
Cocking her head back slightly, she allowed herself a faint smile. "You're welcome to search through, sir and... madam."

Alright. That... is intimidating. Whatever Resi had been expecting, it was not a woman almost twice her height. But she'd given up. No need to panic. Besides, the manifest and her ship inventory all tallied up. Although she couldn't quite remember if the veltric energy cells in the cargo lockers were legal yet in the Consortium...

 

[Strangebuddy]

Ch'tt watched Resi come into the airlock with a mix of relief and growing dread. He was glad the captain had surrendered...not for his crew's safety but rather because Meesha was desperate for a fight and was just as likely to rip the ship apart and the paperwork he would have to fill out would take him days.

The dread came from seeing the captain up close. It would have been one thing if the captain was an old male cyborg or maybe gelatinous invertebrate...but a fit, Terran female who was in good health and in her prime was likely to cause some problems. The captain had little regard for the female humanoid form but he could hear Meesha licking her lips and cooing over their team communication; she was probably already wanting to challenge him on policy regarding relations with captives. The whole crew hadn't had shore leave in over 10 months and outside of Zip and Krow, who were sick of each other's lovemaking, and the few attempts the crew had made of relieving their needs with each other had ended poorly.

"Captain, thank you. If you could please surrender your armor and allow me to take you aboard my ship, we can begin your processing while my first officer begins the visual inspection. You will need to stay with us for a period of no less than 24 standard hours while we confirm your flight plans. You will be kept in our brig though I assure you that it is comfortable and will provide you with all rights and privileges you are entitled to."

Ch'tt looked at the woman through his closed visor. In his opinion, she seemed like she was more posture than actual threat. He would have preferred that she brought him her manifest but his ship was advanced enough to get the info.

"Before you come aboard, do you have any medical conditions or injuries we should be aware of? You will be screened by our doctor or automated physician if you would prefer and provided medical care before leaving our ship. Now please, remove your armor."

 

[Aluris]

Normal procedures. Resi gave an extended sigh, using the opportunity to also exhale heavily through her nose, trying to rid of the remaining tingles of fear in her chest. The woman stayed back, her eyes flickering up and down her as if she was worried Resi would suddenly pull out her weapon. Don't worry, dear. I want to get out of this alive as much as you do.

"No medical conditions." Resi began, her fingers working at the straps of her shoulder-plates. She felt both sets of eyes follow her movements and tried not to cringe self-consciously at the slightly higher pitch of voice she'd apparently adopted. "Unless you could an allergy to dragon fruit."
Another pull at the straps, and her shoulder-plates came loose. Next were the greaves. "A Terran fruit. I'd be surprised if you had it."
With painfully slow movements Resi rid of her armour bit by bit: the shoulder-plate, the greaves, the ammunition and demolition belts, the chest-plate, the leg armour. All of it was stripped from her until she was left in the thin grey bodysuit she wore underneath for temperature regulation.

Placing each part of her treasured armour next to each other, she then deactivated each pistol wryly, then unsheathing the three daggers that had been hidden in various areas. Well, if that doesn't make me look like a mercenary, I don't know what would... Resi admitted to herself grudgingly. But carrying weapons on your person was just common sense for a lone spacer. They'd have to understand that.

"No injuries I can think of either. Nothing recent." Resi ended, chewing a part of her lip in the hopes it'd look thoughtful. In reality she knew exactly when she'd suffered her last notable injury - an engine burn, left hip. It had scarred up relatively badly, but nothing that synthetic skin hadn't been able to cover. That had been eleven weeks ago.
"No need for a medical scan, unless that's part of your Consortium protocol."

 

[Strangebuddy]

While Ch'tt sighed, hoping the Terran girl would just hurry up so he could begin the next leg of the processing, Meesha watched her strip down with increasing interest. Meesha took special interest when Resi made a display of disarming herself. By the time the young woman was down to her skivvies, Meesha was entranced by her.

"Muscular, cute, and likes weapons...just my type." Meesha thought to herself.

Ch'tt meanwhile was reading through the manifest; he heard Resi speak but ignored her until he was finished. A few things stuck out to him but his body didn't betray his discovery. He instead decided to finally answer the Terran.

"I'm afraid so, Captain Resi," He began, "A few of the populated planets have not caught up with Consortium immunization standards. We need to make sure you are not carrying any bacterias or viruses that the system your are visiting are not vaccinated against. I assure you, the process will not be painful and we will in turn offer you immunizations for the system you are visiting."

He then turned to extend a hand towards the airlock, "Your ship is inside our cargo area, please walk ahead of me until you get to the Yellow platform. To lower risk of infection, we will be teleporting you inside of our medical bay. Would you prefer to be seen by our automated physician or our physical dotor?"

Before giving her a chance to respond, Ch'tt quickly caught himself and spat out the rest of the speech Consortium policy demanded he say: "Do know that we do not possess a male physician. We apologize if this offends your cultural, religious, or personal preferences. A male voice pattern may be added to the automated physician if you would prefer. We representatives of the Consortium do apologize for this inconvenience."

"Captain," Meesha said aloud, so Resi could hear her, "Following that logic, shouldn't we give her a choice of who is responsible for her while she's aboard the ship? I mean, you're trustworthy as the day is long but it is policy: captains taken captive by a consortium patrol ship must be offered the choice of being escorted by a female or male officer, provided that they are complying with the crew."

"Meesha, I don't think this is the time." Ch'tt said over their private chat.

"Come on, Ch'tt. I'm not asking to take her right here, I just want to spend time with the sexy space merc. Besides, it'll be a lot easier for you to call command about the manifest if you don't have your hands full." Meesha said, her desire clear, "Besides, you know way more about power cells and how to do a proper investigation than I do."

"My first officer is correct. You may also choose who escorts you while you are on the ship." Ch'tt said, resuming his public speak.

 

[Aluris]

"I'll continue dealing with the same person." Resi answered, after giving an appropriate amount of time to 'think' about it. The decision was obvious for her though: should she take the calm Commander or the seemingly-paranoid giant woman? She'd really rather not lose an arm due to looking at someone the wrong way.
"As long as it's no difference to you."

Resi had gestured to Ch'tt, although her eyes glanced to his partner-in-crime at the same time by reflex. She felt suddenly very vulnerable in her bodysuit, the insulation suddenly feeling quite feeble against the cold stares of the Consortium. She scrunched her toes beneath the fabric trying not to think exactly how many needles this immunisation process needed. Needles were all fine; it was just where they could put them.

It took a few more moments for the two to confer (at least, that's what Resi assumed they were doing - the silence inbetween sentences reminded her of the port guards back home) before the man gestured her to walk ahead. Swallowing by instinct, Resi kept her head high as she walked between the two representatives, trying not to look back at her abandoned armour and weapons. It wasn't that she'd ever been as obsessed with them as some of her acquaintences - she'd never named her pistols, for example - but leaving them suddenly gave her an awful gut feeling, as if she wouldn't see them again. Shaking her head, she fought down the feeling. As long as she played along to the right amount, there was no reason why it wouldn't all be returned. Just had to be patient.

Once the one in charge - so Resi assumed - fell in behind her, the now-mercenary left the first few steps to the Yellow Platform pass in quiet before she cleared her throat conversationally. "So, what do I call you? If you don't mind questions."

 

[Strangebuddy]

Meesha groaned in her helmet, trying to hide her disappointment. She walked off into the bowels of the ship, trying to curb her libido with work.

Ch'tt nodded, or rather, tilted his body forward in a slight bow, "Very well, I will escort you. Step lively though."

He waited for the Terran captain to step out of the ship before he followed her. He hoped the woman would keep quiet but of course, of course she had to ask questions. Resi's very existence on his ship was giving him headaches. Now he had to interact with her.

"You may call me Ch'tt," He decided to continue the conversation, if only so he could direct it, "Captain, I'd like to thank you for your compliance so far, I assure you, we all want to see you safely on your way sooner than later. If it's all right, I'd like to ask who you were making your delivery to. It will let us get a head start on your interrogation and speed your return to your craft."

He left out "before I lose control over my crew."

They reached the platform and he extended his hand to clutch the rail saying, "Computer, please take us to Medical Bay 2."


Instantaneously, the two of them found themselves in a small Octagonal medical bay. Each of the walls contained a large monitor that displayed a large STANDBY message. The temperature was significantly colder than in the cargo bay. The only furniture in the room was a medical cabinet and a cushy exam chair that was set with stirrups and a number of straps. The ceiling however...

Mechanical tendrils flew down from the ceiling, carrying a number of scanning devices which it waved in front of Resi before withdrawing back up.

The monitors quickly displayed information:

SUBJECT: TERRAN
SEX: FEMALE

HEART RATE: SLIGHTLY ELEVATED BUT WITHIN NORMAL PARAMETERS

BLOOD PRESSURE: WITHIN NORMAL PARAMETERS

BREATH EMISSIONS SHOW NO SIGNS OF KNOWN AIRBORNE DISEASES

An alarm suddenly blared and all eight screens started to flash WARNING! WARNING!!

The intercom switched on and a voice that sounded like a cicada swarm calmly stated:

"Terran female, a teleporter accident has occurred. You are now pregnant with the Captain's child. We must induce labor immediately."

ten seconds passed before Ch'tt turned to explain.

...I am just kidding!" The voice said admidst a buzzing scream of laughter.

Ch'tt groaned..."Please forgive our doctor, Captain Resi. She sometimes forgets the proper time for a practical joke. I assure you our automated system is free from...

"Automated? Oh no, no, no! Terran girl, I am sorry for the joke...it gets boring out here, I'm sure you understand. I will be right down. Automated system is malfunctioning, yes?"

"It's working fine, Ada"

"Oh no, no, no! It's broke, would think a tattoo is a tumor and that this nice girl needs her appendix removed three times. I'll be right down. Put your clothes on the cabinet dear, don't worry about captain, he doesn't like girls...or anyone really." The woman on the other end hung up.

"I do apologize Captain Resi. I assure you that Dr. Ada is a fine physician she just gets bored from time to time." Ch'tt said, "Regardless, please remove your clothes so the examination can begin. I'm not allowed to leave the room while you are here but I can have a screen put up if you would like some privacy."

 

[Aluris]

Resi noted his name, wrinkles marring her brow briefly as they walked forward. She was trying to place it - the roots of it, anyway. Consortium names were so confusing at times. That said, it's not like 'Resi' was any prettier, although at least it was a shortened version. Easier to go by something sticking to one or two syllables when working alongside aliens and the like.

"I was delivering to Rukan Corp." Resi replied promptly, her voice taking on the tone akin to reading from a script. "The contact's name was given as Mella Sann."
A part of her felt bad. Mella was nice; a young, blue-skinned alien whose eyes were the colour of morning sunlight. Resi remembered her fondly from the last trip she made to this part of the galaxy a few months ago. But she had the Corp to protect her; the Consortium couldn't exactly take her in for questioning. Resi chose to believe that anyway.

++

The transport left Resi feeling slightly nauseous; it always had that effect, ever since she was a child. She was close to stumbling but somehow managed to retain her composure (for the most part) as the infirmary appeared before her eyes.
It was intimidating, she would not be ashamed to admit it. Large monitors, the lone chair - she bit back a shiver, the lump in her throat returning. It was as soon as she managed to remain calm that flailing tentacles snapped in front of her.

Shit! The thought was instant, but luckily, her initial reaction was to freeze. It turned out the machinery was just... the scanning protocols. Of course. Resi felt so relieved that the urge to laugh bubbled up from her stomach, but she retained it to a slight smirk that curved up her lips - briefly, given the next statement to reach her ears.

"Terran female, a teleporter accident has occurred. You are now pregnant with the Captain's child. We must induce labor immediately."

What was she meant to say to that?! A long ten seconds passed; do you know how long ten seconds seems when you're all paying attention to it? It was enough for Resi to self-consciously glance at Ch'tt with wide eyes. She'd do anything to know her expression at that moment. It was probably priceless. Strangely enough, her initial panicking thoughts were mostly at the 'inducing labour' part... how exactly-

"...I am just kidding!" Laughter shrieking out of the hidden speakers around the room. Resi felt both another surge of relief and the urge to punch something; if not this 'doctor' who began chattering next, then Ch'tt would do. A warning would have been nice.
However, it's not like she had the option of relieving her anger... her would-be punching bag was now insisting she removed her bodysuit, too. Really? My armour wasn't enough? If Resi didn't still have an inkling of respect for what the Consortium represented, she'd suspect this was all a ruse to weaken her defenses before the questioning later. To make her feel vulnerable.

"I'd like the screen." Resi replied stiffly, folding her arms. To her relief, Ch'tt's offer had not been a lie, and one was brought out from the medical cupboard - surprisingly medieval, an unfolded frame with a stretched thin cloth of a slightly transparent material. He'd be able to see her silhouette but nothing explicit. Resi wrinkled her nose, but then shrugged... it'd do.
Walking around it, she looked about herself for any possible wandering eyes she had not seen before unzipping the body suit at the side, wriggling out her arms before shimmying it over her hips with a practiced one-two movement. Although the room wasn't cold, a chill spread over her skin, her stomach turning.

"What exactly do I need to be undressed for? This is just immunisations, right?"
Resi licked her lips nervously. The aforementioned tattoos were a dark red, tribal-like circles on both shoulders with intricate swirling designs. It was the symbol of her training company when she learnt to pilot - on both shoulders simply for aesthetic reasons. This wasn't all because the machine really did think they were a tumour, right?

 

[Strangebuddy]

While the Terran stripped out of her clothes, Ch'tt hailed command. He watched her check for holes in the screen, groaning to himself. Like he would have any interest in seeing a nude humanoid mammal. The silhouette did allow for a look at her mammary bags when she turned her side to the screen but Ch'tt was far more interested in his call.

"Captain Resi," He explained, trying to keep the annoyance out of his simulated voice, "It is a thorough examination, the immunizations are just a part of it. Please get in the examination chair so we can proceed."

As he finished, the call went through.

"Hey Ch'tt bag, still enjoying patrol duty?" A mocking voice came through.

"Look, we picked up a freighter who was running some some cargo, I need you to run 'Rukan Corp' and 'Mella Sann' through the system to see if they have any military connections."

"Okay. Oh, before I go, your crew has had its tour of duty extended for...oh...another six months."

Before Ch'tt could respond, the call ended. Leaving the captain to shut off his communication so the string of profanities he issued would not go out to anyone.

While that was going on, the teleporter pad activated, bringing a strange woman into the bay. The woman, who stood at around 6'4, was very thin and looked like someone might imagine a human sized sprite or pixie, complete with a set of large, butterfly-like wings. However, She had a number of insect-like features, like a pair of grasshopper feet and antennae. Appendages that were easy to appreciate sine she was wearing only a loin cloth and a bandeau bra. However, her skin was cream white and her eyes were a deep blue, which contrasted greatly with her short, fire-red hair. Really, she'd have quite the lovely face by Terran standards..if it wasn't for her mandible mouth which excitedly flapped about as she spoke.

"Computer, reduce gravity by 25%, I feel like stretching my wings." The voicebox around her neck spoke in an overly happy tone. When the gravity reduced, she fluttered her wings and hovered towards the screen.

"I hope you're ready, dear. I'm going to take good care of you and make all your nasty-wastys go away."

She flew over behind the screen and looked up and down over Resi, "Oh you are a very healthy young girl, aren't you? Ooh, and those tattoos are simply gorgeous! The Novapoint training school, correct? I've known quite a few pilots from there."

She flew over to the chair and patted it, "Come on, get seated and tell me about yourself. Just because you're a captive doesn't mean we can't be pleasant."

 

[Aluris]

Thorough examination meaning what? Resi restrained another sigh, her eyes rolling up to the ceiling. Great. They thought she was smuggling drugs up her asshole, no doubt. They could just ask - and wouldn't their scans be able to find that out anyway? Someone was clearly in a bad mood and Resi had just been the unlucky one to be caught during it. Another silent 'fuck you' was sent to Farrow as she peeled the bodysuit off from her shins and feet, folding the material over her arm to place it... well, in the absence of anywhere obvious, on the floor. Looking at the little forlorn pile, Resi felt lost in a way she couldn't pinpoint.

It was about then that the woman heard a third voice join them from the direction of the transport pad - she had enough time to straighten and turn before the alien doctor joined her behind the screen. As used to different aliens as she was, Resi still had to force down a twinge of surprise as first laid eyes Doctor Ada; fluttering wings being secondary to her tall, slender body that danced in front of her inquisitively.

"Y-yes... Novapoint." Resi mumbled, rubbing her brow in an attempt to hide her surprise. "I didn't think you would have met many of us, around here."

Painfully aware of the other presence belonging to Ch'tt, she wandered out into the open, each foot placed delicately on the floor, her body slightly turned away until she was forced to be more 'full frontal'. It was hard not to eye the straps on the chair as she placed herself down; hopefully, as long as she cooperated, those would not be needed.

"So, what does this examination consist of?" Was her next question, with the hope the chatty Doctor Ada would be a bit more forthcoming. Resi even aimed a weak smile as she tried to shift into a more comfortable position; the lights shone in her eyes slightly here, and it became a struggle to keep completely poised.

 

[Strangebuddy]

The fairy-like doctor smiled...or at least, stretched the facial tissue around her cheeks into the same shape that a human's would take. Her mandible just twittered.

"Of course I know Novapoint, they always stand out" she giggled, leaving out "when they are examined at POW camps."

She chuckled at Resi's embarrassment as she walked out from the screen. Ada waited till the young woman was firmly seated down before she moved the screen to block Resi from Ch'tt's view. As Resi got up in the seat, Ada helped guide her legs into the stirrups and strapped them down, activating the locks that were tied to her genetic makeup.

"For my protection dear. Don't want you kicking me in the head." She giggled. She raised her hands to the sky and the mechanical tendrils descended once more to place gloves on her hands. The gloves were a modified blue latex but they had been altered to fit over her very long fingers, the shortest of which was a good six inches. After giving a few good snaps to her gloves, Ada placed the tips of her fingers on Resi's throat pressing firmly against her flesh.

"Well, just a normal check-up," she answered, moving her finger tips down to Resi's shoulders, "any tenderness when I press against you?" She waited for her response and then moved down to her chest, prodding her breasts quickly, "Or here?" She placed her hands on the woman's ribs, "Take a deep breath and hold it for five seconds."

Ada then "smiled" "there will also be a cavity check but don't worry, that part will be done before you know it...take another deep breath and release. Anything else you would like to know?"

 

[Aluris]

"I could just promise I wouldn't!" Resi replied instantly, instinctively testing the straps with a fleeting strike of fear. They were locked down as tight as could be without being uncomfortable, not moving even a centimetre as she strained, and eventually even she had to give it a rest and sit back with unrestrained frustration. She spared barely a glance to the alien, missing the sight of the tendrils snapping gloves onto extended fingers; the mercenary was too occupied with eyeing the rest of the room. Nowhere to escape. At least, not one she could see - yet.

The sensation of pressure against Resi's throat brought her attention back to Doctor Ada instantly, her dark brown eyes looking straight into the alien's with a small hiss of breath. Just a normal check-up?! Then why am I naked?! This time Resi stopped herself from asking, however. She had a feeling that this very well may be a 'normal check-up' for a pick-up and showing her ignorance would just be amusing to the two others.

"No tenderness." Resi finally replied through gritted teeth, her eyes not leaving the doctor's face. She squirmed as the hands poked at her shoulders, her breasts, then at her ribs- "Not there, either."

Taking in a deep breath as ordered, the woman closed her eyes to focus. She'd never liked doctors; too money-grabbing back on her homeworld, and too inquisitive even when they were pre-paid by a company. This one was no different... Resi tried to subtly test her binds again, to little effect. Then a cavity check was mentioned and the held breath burst out of her in an open representation of shock.

"Cavity check?" Resi asked immediately, forgoing the second held breath order to ask her question. "Is that needed? Can't you use scans?"

 

[Strangebuddy]

Ada watched Resi thrashing, her mandibles making a chortling sound that her species recognized as a sound of arousal. Ada had very "special" tastes when it came to what aroused her. She didn't want a fighter like Meesha did or just anything with a warm hole like Zip and Krow did...she wanted to watch her prey squirm like a butterfly that spied the incoming needle. The pixie-like doctor loved the perversity of abusing the relationship between a patient and their doctor. The sterile environment may as well have been the galaxy's sleaziest brothel...once she had a patient up in her chair she had complete control. She could do anything to her...anything.

Ada quickly slurrped back her drool. There was Ch'tt of course, the spoilsport would ruin her fun the moment this human made too much noise. Still, if she was careful, if she hid her intentions well enough, she could still get a thrill just from the examination.

"Breath." Ada repeated, letting her probing fingers press against the girl's thigh and then moving back up, "Scans can be fooled, my fingers cannot. Relax dear, now breath ou-what's this?"

Her fingers pressed against Resi's left hip, "Captain...did our friend report she had synthetic skin placed over a..." let a small, tongue-like protrusion flick out from her mandibles and press against her flesh, "burn wound?"

"No, she just said she had no recent injuries." Ch'tt said, a mild amount of interest peaking in his voice

The doctor wagged a finger at Resi disapprovingly, "Do you know that with a few choice molecules you could use that synthetic skin as an explosive. Naughty...naughty."


A metal tendril descended, placing a long metal speculum in Ada's hand, "what other secrets are you hiding...I think my friend here is dying to tell me." She chortled and then leaned in front of the girl's most private area, "Don't worry, I studied human practices...I made sure my tool is nice and cold."

She let her free hand trace around Resi's rosebud, "Still, it would be rude to just shove it in...what gets you wet my dear? I could use my own lube but it might be a bit too pleasant."

 

[Aluris]

Resi simply sighed in response, as if bored of the doctor's comments - in reality, she was half-impressed, half-frightened, of how quickly her old injury had been found. The plan had been for them to find out as little of her as possible, but how could she do that when just her fingers could sense what she was hiding? As she felt the delicate flickering of.. whatever that was from the alien's mandibles, Resi could not hold back an obvious shudder.

"As if I would have had the chance." She exclaimed, turning her head away for the first time as the inspection continued. All she wanted was for whatever this to...

"Don't worry, I studied human practices...I made sure my tool is nice and cold."

Resi snapped her attention back - she then shrieked, spitting incoherant insults whilst desperately trying to squirm out of the straps. Her yelling reached a fever pitch as the doctor began to stroke between her legs with the instrument, each tentative prod sending shivers of revulsion through her thighs and stomach. Rising her body from the chair, she of course smacked back down due to the straps - but it at least made an impression of how much she did not want. And Resi very much did not want.

"You.. g-get the fuck off!" she finally spat out, her heart beating hard in her chest. "No.. no instruments, no anything! This cannot be protocol!"
It felt pretty stupid, quoting protocol, but she hoped it still meant something to whatever kind of doctor they had thrown into the same room as her.

 

[Strangebuddy]

Ada's mandibles went wild as Resi thrashed against her bonds. The doctor was thrilled to watch the young woman resist and all of her instincts demanded that she continue to agitate and take advantage of the pilot she had ensnared. She spun the duck-billed device around in her hand, teasing Resi.

"Oh dear Captain, I think she's resisting." Ada teased, "We might have found something she wants to hide."

Ch'tt remained still, somewhat aware of Ada's true intention, "Ada, what could she possibly be hiding in her genitals?"

Ada snapped her unoccupied fingers and kept her eyes fixed on her face, "Well, not really 'in' her genitals...that would be quite bloody but in her cavities she could be hiding drugs, small explosives, data storage devices, sealed viruses, etc. Do you remember outpost 56Y8?"

She shrugged when Ch'tt failed to recall the incident while she slid her hand up to cup Resi's face tenderly, as though she was comforting a lover, "A confederation pilot had been taken to an outpost on a fairly standard bit of smuggling...some power cells or somesuch, I can't remember." She smiled at her feigned ignorance: she had read the manifest over 5 times since Resi's ship had been capured, "Pilot goes to the interrogation cell and then starts acting like she's giving birth... turns out she was hiding a number of nanomachine pods in her womb. By the time they stopped the machines, the defense arrays were irreparable, and all 2,346 staff members and 100 innocent civilian were all dead."

Ch'tt quickly checked the claim. While Ada's story couldn't be completely verified, the outpost had been taken out by a captured pilot...though the methods were under investigation. Although there had been plans found for weapons that could be hidden in agents' cavities.

"All right, proceed with the search Ada...but do it by the book."

Ada chortled, "Of course captain, I'll walk you through every...single...step."

She placed the speculum on Resi's belly and privately spoke to her.

"All right girl, we're going to get started. I'd just like you to remember that if you keep resisting, I will tranquilize you...but I won't be in charge of taking you to the brig. Maybe Meesha would take you back there...after taking you by her bedchambers first. Or maybe I just leave you strapped down and invite the other crew members down here...get my point?"

Ada turned her voicebox back so Ch'tt could hear her "All right, since the patient is resisting, her entrance will likely be resistant to entry by foreign objects. While synthetic lubrication can be used, it would be preferable for her own body to produce the necessary agent. Therefore, I will begin stimulating her."

She snapped her fingers and a tendril descended that had a small camera attached. Suddenly, the eight walls of the infirmary sprung to life with the image of Resi's nude form. The doctor let her left hand go up to cup around the pilot's right breast, fondling her supple flesh and then working her fingers up to the girl's nipple, which she carefully rolled and then pinched softly.

"While not the most sensitive area, Terrans do tend to start stimulation practices with careful exploration of the breasts. This subject's breasts and body are quite desirable by Terran standards. She has likely had many members of her race and possibly other races stimulate her in such a way."

Ada let her mandible hover over Resi's neglected nipple, "My species is capable of stimulating areas not only through our fingers but also our tongues. I will now demonstrate by using my tongue to ensnare her left nipple and administer a mild shock followed by a warming mixture that will increase her blood flow and heart rate.

She continued playing with Resi's right nipple and lowered her maw nearer to Resi, the camera swinging around to get a close-up. From Ada's mouth descended her 'tongue' though the prehensile thing was far thinner, like a black cable and infinitely more flexible, easily capable of wrapping itself around the woman's tender breast and curling around her nipple in a strange sort of spiral. Resi hummed and a small tingling shot out from her tongue. Like a static shock though, it was over quickly and soon the doctor's tongue found itself seeping a warming agent into Resi's pores.

 

[Aluris]

This is all insane.
Completely insane!

Resi had assumed that Ch'tt would stop all this once she had shrieked, but nothing had changed. She was still strapped down! Her chest felt tight, her head spun - she felt herself thrash in the bonds, but nothing was moving.

"All right girl, we're going to get started. I'd just like you to remember that if you keep resisting, I will tranquilize you...but I won't be in charge of taking you to the brig. Maybe Meesha would take you back there...after taking you by her bedchambers first. Or maybe I just leave you strapped down and invite the other crew members down here...get my point?"

The mercenary only just heard this, her breath whistling heavily through her teeth as she inhaled and exhaled in what she hoped was a steady rhythm, heartbeat ringing in her ears. Who was Meesha? Other crew members? Why was she being threatened? Were they really that worried she was some sort of biological terrorist?
"I'm fucking INNOCENT!" Resi finally screamed, just as the 'stimulation' process began. Despite her best attempts at bucking and wriggling in the chair, the doctor easily found her right nipple, talking through her actions as if she was simply going through an inane cooking guide. Despite her thrashing, Resi felt warmth move through her lower regions... she forced herself to look at the alien, to try and disgust her body from reacting, but all it brought was further frustration as Doctor Ada continued smoothing her slender fingers across the pilot's sensitive skin.

"My species is capable of stimulating areas not only through our fingers but also our tongues..."

Resi did not hear the rest, letting out a series of terrified whimpers as even her confused brain put together what was to come next. Again she heaved her hips up to strain at the bonds, but the alien's tongue flicked around her left nipple, attaching herself as easily as if Resi had offered herself up on a plate. Desperate complaints died on her tongue to dissolve into sobs of confused anger, the woman left shaking against the binds, teeth chattering against each other as the light static shock ached through her shoulders, her chest, even felt in her stomach, then finishing with strokes to her groin.

"Please..." Resi finally said, her forehead beginning to glisten with sweat - everything suddenly felt so hot, saliva building in her mouth and wetting her lips. "This is just humilating, I-I've done nothing wrong..."

Then the warmth began, and Resi at first only choked on her own breath as a reaction, her back arching. Inbetween her legs she felt a sudden ache and before she knew it, her eyelids were fluttering and a soft sigh left her lips. For a moment all the sensations shifted and despite herself, she enjoyed it-

Until she came to her senses, and began screaming blue bloody murder, twitching on the seat again to try and maneuver away from the doctor. She was past words for now; a sickening feeling was in her stomach - a violated, humiliated feeling. It choked up her chest again and leaked from her eyes, and Resi bared her teeth and hissed frantically as if hoping to simply scare the alien away.

 

[Strangebuddy]

Instead of being shocked, Ada just moved her mandibles even faster, issuing a series of clicks that overwhelmed her translator. When the doctor finally calmed herself, she approached the bound girl and ran her gloved hands over her toned stomach. She gazed into the girl's eyes, the desire flowing from her.

"The patient is currently increasing her resistance," she cooed, "Though as the recording will show, there were initial signs of arousal. It would appear that our patient is in denial about the fact she is enjoying my...gentle administrations."

The doctor chortled, ignoring Resi. She looked at her squirming legs and then reached under the exmination chair. She began to twist on the knob that controlled the stirrups.

"I'll need more access to the patient's genitalia, so I will spread her legs. It will be a good time to test the patient's flexibility as well." Ada said as sh worked the knob, making the chair spread the pilot's legs another inch apart.

She let her tongue snake out, tenderly lapping at Resi's inner thighs before she released more of her warming gel and another series of mild shocks.

"Tell me if I'm going too far," the sadistic doctor said, letting her fingers graze the outer most edges of Resi's mons. She turned the dial several more notches, her tongue flicking wildly over the pilot's exposed flesh.

As she turned the dial again, the screen was pushed aside and Ch'tt stepped forward. Ada retracted her tongue quickly, figuring that the captain had come to put a stop to her amusement. However, the captain pointed a gloved finger at Resi.

"Ada, do not stop. This examination has now become a top tier priority." He waited for the doctor to nervously continue her administrations, "Ada...that isn't how you were acting before. continue stimulating the pilot so you may use your manual tool."

The doctor looked stunned, it was rare that the captain actually encouraged her advances..it made her nervous. Still, that was no reason to let such a delicious prize go to waste.

"Umm, all right. Sorry about that dear...I think I was about to spread your legs further." She turned the knob and released her tongue again, this time letting it lick the outside of Resi's rosebud, letting its tip come ever closer to her slit while her left hand went back to fondling the woman's right breast.

When Ch'tt was satisfied that Ada had indeed resumed, he raised his finger to point at Resi's face.

"Captain, I must inform you that your classification has been raised to that of a hostile enemy agent. Our command has just provided me with new information regarding Rukan Corp. Yesterday, special intelligence performed a raid on Rukan. It turns out that Rukan was a front for Confederation weapons and research. Rukan was in the middle of developing modifications for a new type of fighter and was awaiting final components, the fighter itself, and the pilot. All three of which were supposed to arrive today, in the form of three shipments brought in by three pilots."

Ada tried turned the knob another crank. The thought she might have an actual hero of the Confederation strapped to her chair excited her to no end.

"While there is a chance that you were the pilot who was just bringing components mixed in with a regular shipment, as your current manifest would suggest, we cannot take the chance that you are an active agent of the Confederation or were hired to smuggle their new fighter craft or even be the pilot. From this point on, any sign of aggression will be dealt with via immediate discipline, your rights as a neutral pilot have been revoked, and you will not be allowed to leave until permission is granted by the Consortium."

He pointed to Ada's tongue which was now teasing the outer rim of Resi's slit.

"Your interrogation will wait till the Doctor's search is finished. If you continue to resist, I will have you tranquilized. Do I make myself clear?"

 

[Aluris]

As the stirrups moved apart another inch, Resi stopped struggling momentarily, panting in and out hard. She cringed as she felt the alien continue to violate her with... her tongue? It didn't look like one, but it's what it must be... and jolted lightly as the continued shocks stimulated the muscles in her legs and stomach. Somewhere during this, the pilot continued to beg inbetween little grunts of frustration and fear, but even her own words were meaningless rambles to her ears when mixed in with the gleeful signs of the alien, the hum of the machines around the room. On the outside of her consciousness, Resi heard the doctor say something, but only heard a faint buzzing. Was she about to lose consciousness? Please, that would be the next best thing right now. Let me skip past this...

Then the light changed, and Resi's eyes snapped open. Ch'tt stood before them both, his expression unchanging at the sight in front of him. He's here to stop it! Resi thought deliriously, a drop of sweat trickling down from her forehead to her chin. A well of relief burst in her chest, until:
"Ada, do not stop. This examination has now become a top tier priority."

A whimper left her lips, Resi trying to catch Ch'tt's gaze pleadingly - writhing on the chair, softly moaning, her face contorted in confusion. The Commander went on to outline her crimes - being a secret agent, smuggling on behalf of an undercover company, aiding illegal weaponry modifications. Resi only blinked, now being aware of the doctor slithering her tongue back inbetween her legs as Ch'tt talked, a spasming feeling in her lower regions igniting another quiet cry of helplessness.
"T-this isn't proper interrogating!" She finally protested, her words punctuated by strained hissing, the continued rhythm of Doctor Ada's tongue. She twisted her hips to the side as 'non-aggressively' as possible, if only to stop Ada temporarily so she could focus on Ch'tt. Eye contact, if possible, not having to fake a single tear as it finally spilled over down her cheek.

 

[Strangebuddy]

Ada chittered in frustration as Resi managed to fend off her tongue from reaching the little nub that Ada knew human females loved so much. She slowed her next attempt however, as the pilot turned to face the captain.

"Oh, this should be good, a human trying to get the captain's sympathy." She thought, clucking to herself.

Ch'tt saw Resi's tear-stained face and remained stone-faced...or at least visor-faced; even now he refused to show his true face. He had noticed that it was common for mammalian humanoids to exhibit this behavior when they were in distress. If he were to hazard a guess, he assumed that she was trying to garner sympathy from him. Ch'tt considered his options and decided against it.

"Captain, you were warned about resisting. Computer, administer low level localized tranquilizers to Captain Resi's legs.

The medical squid extended two tendrils, each one holding and autoinjecter which were quickly pressed against her thighs before being retracted towards the ceiling. The captain pointed to Ada, who was chortling with glee.

"Ada, act like a professional for once in your life and tell the Captain about the drug."

The doctor went wide-eyed, "Uh, yes. you have just been injected with a localized relaxant to your legs. You should soon find it difficult to move them, sort of like if you were put waist deep in a thick mud and told to walk. This will fade in time but until then you will be unable to resist which should make it easy for me to resume," she said letting her 'tongue' desend.

Only to have have the speculum pressed against it by Ch'tt.

"Ada, lube this device up and search her. We do not have time for your games." he demanded.

"I was just..." Ada stammered, her wings flapping furiously as though she was wanting to take off and fly away.

"I KNOW what you were 'just' doing. I also know that you will be court-marshalled if you do not finish this search in five minutes and that is after you are interrogated over your insubordination by myself." The alien captain said, allowing Resi to hear him.

Ada began to rabidly lick the instrument, coating it with her body's lubricant. As she leaned down to press the duck-billed device against Resi's entrance, she felt the Ch'tt turn off her translator.

Ch'tt turned back to address Resi.

"Captain, you no longer have the right to a standard interrogation." Ch'tt said, "The weapon in question was poised to strike at the heart of the consortium. It is the consortium's belief that foregoing the normal standards and practices is acceptable in these circumstances. I will grant you the comfort of making Ada leave once she finishes but that will only happen if you allow her to perform her search. I will attempt to be fair during out interrogation but know I am already judging what needs to be done during it. I could easily invite more assistance to the proceedings...so here is my last warning: resist during the search and I will show you the leeway I have been given in your case."

Ada worked in silence, slowly pressing the bill past her entrance and into her vagina before turning the knob to begin spreading Resi open.

 

[Aluris]

The tranquilizers kicked in even whilst Ch'tt continued speaking, Resi forcing her expression to remain as neutral as possible during the process. The needles themselves were thin and sharp, enough for the penetration of her thighs to be barely pinpricks on the edges of her consciousness - somewhere in the back of her mind, Resi thought wryly that it must be simply for show by now, since the stirrups already prevented most movement except from rhythmic spasms, something the 'doctor' had seemed to enjoy. It was also with detached amusement that Resi realised Ch'tt's annoyance with Ada; something she could perhaps later use to her advantage... if she ever got out of these straps, that is.

"... so here is my last warning: resist during the search and I will show you the leeway I have been given in your case."

Just as Ch'tt finished, the doctor had begun her work again... some sort of tool was now pressed inbetween her legs, whatever it was slickly pressing against her folds before entering her slowly. Resi gave a grunt of frustration, her legs now completely numb - it was a strange feeling, almost as if they'd secretly removed her legs. She caught herself glancing down every so often to remind herself that they were still very much attached.

It was then that she realised she was in shock, and worked hard on her breathing to try and exit that again. At least the tears had paused as quickly as they had began.

"Fine. I'll go along with this, given... circumstances." Resi replied, her voice tense as she fought the urge to lash out at the doctor... verbally. Even her stress-addled brain could understand the severity of what Ch'tt was explaining, and even if their doctor was clearly a pent-up maniac, it seemed she was under control for the moment to keep professional.
The tool entered her even further, widening the gap for what Resi assumed was for the cavity search, and the pilot closed her eyes as her cheeks reddened anew. Humiliating, violating - but she could live through this. She could not freak out. She had Ch'tt's words that passive behaviour would be rewarded, and she did not want this to spiral into what would be marked on paperwork later as a 'situation'.

 

[Strangebuddy]

Ada grumbled to herself as she worked the speculum open, unveiling the the captain's cavity to her view. She took a quick look up at Resi's face, drinking in the delicious look of embarassment before quickly turning her eyes back to her work.

"Damn you Ch'tt," she thought as she summoned a tendril to shine light on the examined area, "You can't bring me such a lovely specimen and then take her away."

She turned her translator back on, "The subject has a healthy looking cervix. It does not appear as though there is any trace of semen...I would estimate the last time she engaged in-"

"Computer, reduce gravity in infirmary to 10% standard. In 4 minutes, turn off gravity." Ch'tt said, making the doctor chitter her mandibles, "Ada, continue your report but keep to relevant facts."

Ada nodded, "Yes captain...but to meet the deadline, I will need use of my fingers and tongue."

"Five percent. Computer, did the doctor perform sterilization techniques that would make exposure safe?"

A 'bleep' filled the cabin, followed by a green light.

Ada sighed and removed her gloves. The speculum only gave her enough room to slide her index finger in. As she explored Resi's vagina, she continued her commentary.

"My finger is now against her her cervix. I am pressing against it gently. I feel no recent abrasions or scars. The chance of the Confederation hiding contraband in her womb is next to none," She noticed Ch'tt was paying attention to the monitors and and hooked her finger inside of Resi, pumping it in and out as she shot the pilot a devious look and let her free hand rest against her clitoral hood which it began to massage vigorously.

Ch'tt turned back and her hand stopped, "My finger is against her urethral opening. No obstructions noted and my fingers' limited abilities to identify chemicals note no known plastics that are used by the Confederation for bodily storage."

"I will now use my tongue to confirm my hypothesis while my finger explores her other cavity."

Ada withdrew her slickened finger, having to hold back from tasting the pilot's hot juices. She then let her tongue slide inside of the human's entrance, her eyes rolling back as the variety of flavors overwhelmed her.

"No shocks, Ada. Just check her." Ch'tt said, putting a hand on Resi's shoulder. He decided to try and show a little sympathy for the captain. If the captain wasn't putting an act up, she might be easier to deal with if he showed some care for her well-being, "Relax Captain, breath slowly, she will be done in...2 minutes I promise."

Ada grunted about this newest denial of her pleasure and decided to take it out on Resi. While her tongue darted around inside of the girl' vagina, quickly noting every chemical and taste as fast as she could, her index finger pressed firmly against Resi's asshole and then shoved its way through her resistance until the doctor's proximal phalange disappeared inside of the captain and began to pump in and out. The doctor acted like she was deep in thought, even as her own mind was filed with the sick fantasies she wished she was living out. She was lost in the glee of her exploration to the point that she barely heard the computer announce that the gravity was off.

"Time's up Ada.' Ch'tt stated coldly, pushing the doctor away. The lack of gravity sent her floating away until she smacked into the teleporter.

Ada looked up, a flash of anger followed by a downcast look of subservience, "While it might be possible that the patient has used industrial plastics in her cavities in the past for recreational purposes," She gasped as Ch'tt undid two of the locks on his helmet, "I do not show any signs of recent contraband or weapon storage."

"Understood, get out of here immediately and go help Meesha with her search. Computer, Dr. Ada no longer has the ability to alter the gravity on any room in the ship." Ch'tt ordered, "Once she leaves, lock the transporter pad so no one may interrupt me."

Ada fluttered her wings, bringing her in range of the pad. She gave a nervous look to Ch'tt. "Meesha? Captain, at normal gravity, I would not be much help to her. Zip and Crow would be far better suited for the task."

"You're right, instead I'll have her debrief you over your search of captain Resi. I'm sure she'll be interested in your treatment of her."

Ada looked stunned and audibly gulped. The transporter whisked her to the cargo hold, leaving Ch'tt alone with Resi.

"Captain Resi, I apologize for our Doctor. I will remove the tool she was using now. Computer, remove the straps binding Captain Resi's arms."

Ch'tt reached his hand under the examination chair. While the gravity was off, his magnetic boots kept him anchored to the floor. He slid the tool out and then dialed the knob back so Resi's legs were together.

"Computer, give Captain Resi a medical gown."

tedrils extended, some working on unstrapping Resi's torso and arms while two more brought down a paper gown which it held out for Resi to take.

"Captain. Before we begin, do you have anything you wish to tell me?" Ch'tt asked, unsnapping another lock on his helmet.

 

[Aluris]

The process of the 'inspection' sent Resi spiralling into a numb corner of her mind, the doctor probing between her legs fading in and out of the background of her thoughts. She heard her comments every so often... and had to fight the urge to have her input throughout as well. When she last had sex - how was that their business? Hisses of frustration were forced through her teeth, but Resi somehow kept her mouth closed any further than that. She just lay motionless on the chair, her eyes rolled to the ceiling, trying to ignore the permanent feeling of the speculum sitting snugly within her.

Then there was something else. Something probing, wriggling its way in, and Resi gave a gasp and a twitch of her hips. It only made its way in harder.
"My finger is now against her her cervix. I am pressing against it gently. I feel no recent abrasions or scars. The chance of the Confederation hiding contraband in her womb is next to none"
Suddenly the pressure began to move in and out of her, and Resi squirmed against it in a mixture of disgust and... something else. Her eyelids fluttered and an instinctive grunt was forced from her mouth, cheeks flushing. Ch'tt did not seem to notice (or was turning a blind eye), and Resi did not want to be seen as rebellious... so she kept quiet, shame blossoming in her stomach as the doctor massaged between her legs with obvious glee. It was with further embarrassment that the pilot's legs began to twitch in reaction- until it all stopped.
"My finger is against her urethral opening. No obstructions noted and my fingers' limited abilities to identify chemicals note no known plastics that are used by the Confederation for bodily storage. I will now use my tongue to confirm my hypothesis while my finger explores her other cavity."
Resi shook her head for no, temporarily wordless at this continuation... but this was part of cavity searches, it was just the way it was being done... she let out another stifled sob as the doctor began to lick at her, the curling sensation of her tongue appendage rubbing against what felt like every inch of her insides. A part of her acknowledged Ch'tt's defense of her, but it rang hollow, especially now the doctor began to enter her asshole with no room for argument.
"No..." Resi began to say, her cheeks red and hot, but she immediately quieted herself, forcing herself to cooperate. Keeping still on the bed sent shivers through her of varying emotions, and it was one of the most difficult things she'd ever had to do. Every part of her screamed to move, to kick and scream, but the potential consequences outweighed what her instincts were shrieking. Resi stayed still.

Resi had never been penetrated there before, and she arched her back as the doctor's tool (so she assumed) slipped in, ignoring the initial tightening of the muscles. It felt... intense, and painful, the pilot having to control her breathing until her muscles stopped spasming. After that, the rhythm of the doctor's application helped to massage the experience into something not quite pleasurable, but not beyond the potential of enjoyment either. Resi felt disgusted herself as a shudder secreted further juices, the sound of the doctor lapping through it turning her stomach. A trickle of sweat rolled down her nose.
"Time's up Ada."
Resi gasped as the doctor was pushed away, the sensations disappearing - although she could still feel their effects for a few seconds after. She lay there breathing hard as Ch'tt lectured the alien - something about fetching more personnel, another mention of the 'Meesha' that Doctor Ada had commented about earlier. Resi tried not to pay too much attention, again focusing on the in and out motions of her chest as she greedily took in more oxygen. She only began taking notice again as the straps were removed from her body, the speculum finally taken from her pussy (she hadn't even realised it was still there), and a medical gown brought to her by the long metal tendrils from before. It took Resi much longer than usual to put her arms through the holes of the grown, her body still shuddering.
"A-anything to tell you? Other than you have interesting ways of doing cavity checks?" Resi replied, forcing a wry smile whilst she pulled the paper around her. It felt good to finally be dressed again, although the dark feeling of violation remained in the pits of her stomach even now she was covered. "Sorry, my mind is not working properly... if you're referring to the new findings, then no. This was just like every other job. I picked up something, I drop it off. I was given a supply list but if there's something on it that's named something different than it is, how am I meant to know? I'm no specialist."

Resi winced as she tried to stand up, although as soon as she moved from the chair with the last of the straps off, she sort of... drifted aimlessly in front of her instead, and she instinctively reached out behind her to steady herself. Her anus now ached and she tried to cover up her discomfort by wiping the drops of sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, the other hand clutching onto one of the armrests as if her life depended on it. A part of her now wanted to begin to argue with Ch'tt - they weren't going to find out anything new by wasting their time with her - but what could she say? All of her debate points seemed empty if the circumstances were correct.

 

[Strangebuddy]

Ch'tt grew frustrated as the captain spoke back to him. It was bad enough he was losing control of his crew, that he was being forced to deal with a humanoid he didn't know, and that he had just been told he would spend another six months on a patrol he hated, now he was given a task that could decide the tide of the war and this...this Terran was tossing quips out.

The captain kept his frustration to himself and paced around the room, his magnetic boots keeping him attached to the floor.

"Captain," He began, his translator box squawking, "I want you to run through your story with me," He said, spreading his arms wide.

"You are telling me that you did not inspect your cargo, and that you took an alternative path instead of the accepted travel routes to get the cargo to its destination. Its destination being, may I remind you, a company that is being investigated for weapon modifications and research. I hope you see why we think your story is a bit suspicious."

"Now, what can you tell us about your contact there, Mella San?" The monitors flared up with images of Mella, clearly perturbed at being interrogated, "What can you tell us about her?"

 

[Aluris]

"Now, what can you tell us about your contact there, Mella San? What can you tell us about her?"

Resi glanced to the monitor, her brow furrowing - the footage looked recent. These people were not screwing around with their interrogations, that much was for sure. Hooking herself back onto the chair with her arm now under one of the armrests, she took a few moments to scrutinize the shown picture whilst thinking quickly on what exactly to say.
"Professionally, she's always seemed transparent, and polite." Resi began slowly, trying to accentuate the right words. "Never really had a problem with communication. Sometimes we'd go out for drinks when we were in the same sector, but that was no business, just friendship." And more, but that was hardly relevant.
"Mella is a good eye for business and was always talking about new ventures, but always legal. Never mentioned getting involved in anything shady, didn't seem the type. So I never thought to double-check her work after a while running for her."
Resi clicked her tongue. "Probably my fault. Well, definitely. If you get lax in this work, it bites you on the ass..."

She was hoping that admitting fault would get her off the hook, especially if it turned out the allegations weren't true. Those who were guilty always tried to constantly wiggle out of it. Although, this required Ch'tt to be reading from the same script she was, and he only seemed to be getting more annoyed no matter how much she tried to play along...