The tinkling of glass. The buzz of excited conversation. The swell of chamber music. Even my heart was soaring with pride, for tonight, the grand ballroom of Tagrell Station was drunk on champagne and victory. I had to resist the urge to be swept up in the mood and grab one of the beautiful young ladies and pull her to the dance floor. Or somewhere more quiet.

I was immaculately dressed for the occasion, my raven hair tied back into a fishtail braid. My azure halter dress emphasized my statuesque physique, especially my toned shoulders and graceful neck. The design showed off my athletic back, coming just short of revealing the crest of my plump rear. And from the front, the support made it hard to look away from my considerable assets. Past the waist, the dress flowed out like a waterfall, loose and puffy until it reached my ankles my black stilettos. The look was completed with a pair of unassuming pearl stud earrings and a black choker which peeked out from under the neck of the dress.

My stunning appearance earned me no shortage of attention, and I was constantly deflecting men's requests to dance. They were all fit and handsome, and all disappointed when I explained that I preferred the company of other women. Not that it stopped them from striking up hopeless conversation. I was glad I'd so diligently rehearsed my cover story of an heiress of a minor allied firm.

All the while, I watched her across the room. She was a full head shorter than me even in her gold platform heels. Her black tube microdress struggled to contain her voluptuous figure, the swell of her breasts so close at every moment to bursting from the strapless top that I was certain she was using her telekinesis to keep them under control. Her shapely legs were on full display, the dress's hem stopping well short of mid-thigh. Her firm ass showed no sign of panty lines, and all the leering men's suspicions would doubtless be confirmed should she bend forward even slightly.

Her wavy blonde hair went halfway down her back, billowing gently in a nonexistent breeze--likely another cosmetic use of her powers. The look was completed by gold chandelier earrings studded with innumerable diamonds and a matching necklace with seven tear-shaped diamonds of increasing size, the largest of which rested over her cleavage.

Even if I had not memorized her appearance, I would have had no trouble identifying Mara Song, the Level 5 Kineticist winning victory after victory for Webster & Sons, the sector's rising power. She was more than the belle of the ball; the party revolved around her. A parade of supporters and sycophants flitted by her, vying for attention.

Standing beside her was a man nearing my height with fiery red hair in a navy tuxedo with a black bow tie. This was Gerald Webster, one of the sons. He hovered around Mara possessively. But although he did not even attempt to conceal his frequent glances down her dress, he notably made no effort to place so much as a hand on her arm. Nevertheless, any men who became too friendly with the lady were frightened off by a darkening of his smile, or a barbed comment.

His attitude was consistent with the intelligence my employer had received from one of the high-ranking assets we had in Webster & Sons. Gerald was desperately trying to court Mara, and though she'd yet to give in to his advances, he fought off any other potential suitors with the zeal of a jealous husband. And according to that intelligence, Mara was growing ever more restless as Gerald's interference made it difficult to fulfill certain needs.

Then the opportunity came. Mara made a polite exit, stepping onto one of the balconies overlooking the station's streets. Ostensibly this was to get some air, but in this sector's culture, it was a signal that the lady was interested in more intimate conversations than could be held in the open ballroom. But under the baleful stare of Gerald Webster, no one dared disturb her.

No one except me. I pretended not to notice the irate heir, slipping from the din of the party and onto the quiet balcony. She turned, surprised at the intrusion. Her lips curled into a seductive smile when she saw me.

"What's a gorgeous woman like you doing all alone out here?" I asked, making my way to the rail and leaning against it. The night air was cold, and the sable sky beyond the station's dome glittered with innumerable stars. The moon the station orbited around shone silver at the horizon formed by the dome's far off edge.

"Waiting for you, I think," she replied, standing at the rail as well. She didn't lean against it, lest she give the onlookers inside a show, but she began stroking my hand, looking down and batting her eyelashes as she thrust her impressive chest toward me. It was easy to see why Webster had taken so many glances at it. Her pillowy tits were even more impressive up close and from above than they had been across the room.

I matched her playful smile. I could not believe my luck--this woman was even more pent up than I could have imagined. Following my instincts, I said, "I had a whole routine planned, but perhaps we should skip to the part where it worked?" When she replied with a delicate laugh, I knew I was in.

"That sounds perfect," she purred, still caressing me with her soft hand. She glanced over her shoulder, where Webster stood inside the bright ballroom glaring daggers at me. Then, she grabbed both of my forearms, saying, "I hope you're not afraid of heights."

Before I could ask what she meant, my stomach dropped. In moments, we'd lifted off the floor of the balcony, soaring up to a window on the next floor. It unlatched, seemingly of its own accord. The two of us drifted inside. The window shut behind us, and Mara's gentle touch smoothed my ruffled dress.

I steadied myself, avoiding suspicion by not suppressing my surprise too much. This was within expectations. Another stroke of luck, even, since we were near the room I'd intended to bring her to. Once I'd portrayed the appropriate amount of amazement, I grabbed her by the wrist and led her through the dimly lit halls.

She was content (even excited) to be guided, and a few turns brought us through a double door which I closed and locked behind us. Inside was a small parlor with sumptuous decoration and furnishing. I was most interested in the large sofa. I half-steered half-dragged her across the room, pushing her by her shoulders into the sofa while I crouched before her so that we were eye-level with each other.

She wasted no time in wrapping her arms around my neck and drowning me in passionate kisses. At each pause for air, she panted with sweet desperation. A flush flooded her features as she finally felt the intimacy she'd been longing for.

I returned her affections, grabbing the back of her head, keeping our lips against each other even as she retreated for breaths. With my other hand, I stuck my thumb under the top of her dress and freed her confined breasts. They were somehow even more massive than the dress made them look, coming all the way down to her belly button once they were swaying freely. I grabbed a handful of one, roughly kneading it as I marveled at the size. I had plenty of experience with busty babes thanks to my time training in the Sisterhood, but even compared to other psions, Mara was in a class of her own.

There was work to do, but I had enough time for a little fun first. At one of her tongue's intrusions into my mouth, I gently bit down on it, eliciting a surprised yelp as I trapped her. I released my grip on her head and grasped her other tit. I tweaked both of her nipples, and she let out a deep groan down my throat.

She wrapped her legs around me, locking me in a fierce embrace. Her attire had ridden up to reveal her drooling slit, which was leaking so much that I soon felt her juices soaking through the front of my dress. She was unbelievably needy, yearning for my touch as a starving woman yearns food.

I released her tongue and gave her a quick peck, then moved my head down to her smooth neck, my fingers continuing their assault on her chest's sensitive buds even as I ravished her with kisses. My lips felt the vibration of her vocal chords with each breathy moan. Between my strikes, I said, "You're practically naked in this dress. Do you like teasing Mr. Webster that much?"

After a gasp, she replied with oozing smugness: "I have to retaliate where I can. It's--ah! It's driving him insane. He can look all he wants, but I'll never let him touch." A sharp inhale, then she finished, "You can touch me all you want, baby." She worked the neck of my dress over my head as I withdrew to reply. It fell down to my waist and freed my own bouncing breasts.

"He won't give me any trouble, will he?" I asked playfully. But I expected a great deal of trouble from Gerald Webster very soon, so I didn't care how sore he felt that I was stealing his unrequited love out from under him.

She laughed at that. "He's jealous, but so old fashioned." She began playing with my breasts now, her caresses such delicate contrast to my rough handling. "He'll tolerate a woman touching me, as long as it's only for tonight."

I took my hands off her and hooked my thumbs under my dress and panties. I began standing from my crouch, prompting her to loosen her legs. My tall frame rose, but my clothing didn't follow. I revealed supple thighs adorned with a lacy white garter belt and stockings. Like a perfect picture, they framed my thick cock. It throbbed with need for her. I asked, smirking, "Even if I have this?"

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, and her gaze was fixed on the firm length in front of her. There was a hungry gleam in her eyes. For her, too, this night was going better than imagined. Her lips curled into a wolfish grin as she replied, "I can keep a secret."

I leaned forward on the balls of my feet and twisted my hips, getting even harder as her eyes stayed locked on my dick. Then I quickly turned the other way, making her go cross-eyed as my cock slapped her across the face. "You'd better," I teased, punctuating the directive with another slap from the opposite direction.

Her necklace and earrings jingled as her head moved with each impact. She'd been aggressive from the start, but now that she knew what I was packing, she was in a frenzy. Unable to wait a moment longer, she leapt up into a kneel on the couch, facing away from me and leaning over the back. She reached around to spread her perfect ass, revealing her soaked folds. She cooed, "Maybe you should convince me."

That was all the invitation I needed. I put my hands over hers and plunged into her, my thighs clapping against her ass as I went balls deep in a single thrust. Her walls were clamping my cock, but thanks to the waterfall cascading from her pussy, I had no trouble drawing back for another thrust.

The first one had craned her neck until she was looking at the ceiling and arced her back into a deep curve, a sharp "Oh!" escaping her lips as I knocked the wind out of her. The second one wrenched open her mouth in what would have been a screaming climax if she'd had the breath for it. Her arms and legs trembled as she struggled to hold herself up, already weak with pleasure. She had needed this.

I desperately wanted to see how many orgasms I could give her, but the mission came first. I consoled myself with the knowledge that I'd have plenty of time to play with her later. I reached up to my choker, which already had the code entered. All I needed to do was press the release and it popped open. As soon as I felt my powers flooding back to me, I emitted a field which would prevent the station's construct from processing what was happening in this room.

The choker was a disguised psionic inhibitor, which wore it on infiltration missions so that I wouldn't turn up on scanners which could identify psions. It conveniently doubled as the tool I would need to kidnap one of the most dangerous women in the galaxy. While she was still in the throes of ecstasy, I fitted it around her neck. It closed with a satisfying click, cutting off her powers.

In the moments it took her to come down from her climax and understand what had happened, I reached my foot under the sofa and drew out a large, person-sized duffel bag. It was already unzipped. I bent down to grab a long thick cloth. Noticing my discarded underwear and feeling a perverse throb in my cock, I scooped the silk panties up while I was down there.

She'd looked over her shoulder by the time I'd stood back up, opening her mouth in protest. Instead of whatever she'd been planning to say, she let out a muffled "Mmmph?!" after I stuffed my panties into her mouth. She tried to reach up to remove them, but I grabbed both of her arms, pulling them behind her back.

I used one hand to keep hold of her wrists, pulling up and away while I brought a knee into her back. With the other hand, I put the cloth over and around her head, fitting it in her mouth and tightening it into a cleave gag to keep the panties inside. Still holding her arms behind her, I grabbed a set of metal cuffs which I fitted around either wrist.

Thanks to her awkward backward kneeling position on the couch, she was already out of options. She struggled against my grip, but without her psionics, she was no stronger than an average human. Powerless against the might of a Level 3 Enhancer.

Her feet were next, secured close together at the ankles by another set of cuffs. These had three shackles, the third of which I closed around the chain between the cuffs around her hands to hold her in a hogtie. I'd prepared bindings of exactly the right length for her, so the extent of her mobility was opening and closing her legs or moving her head. With her psionics neutralized and her body immobilized, I flipped her around so that she was facing me.

She glared at me, mumbling incoherently into the gag. She swayed her shoulders from side to side as she struggled, her tits bouncing enticingly. Maybe she was trying to disrupt my plans by seducing me? Her tight dress had bunched up around her waist so that it resembled a belt, and it was the only thing she had on besides her jewelry.

There was the possibility of a tracking device, so all of it would have to go. I started with the dress. I hadn't known how much she would be wearing or how undressed she would be when I'd secured her, so I'd brought fabric scissors in the bag. In a single underwhelming cut, the loop of cloth around her waist became a strip that fell onto the couch behind her. She was now completely naked.

She did not like that, shouting into the gag with such vigor that she would go hoarse if she kept it up. She liked it even less when I reached up to remove her earrings, thrashing her head so that the jewelry--and her huge breasts--bounced wildly. A threat to rip them out halted her resistance. The necklace, secured by a simple clasp at the back of her neck, followed. I hid all of it under one of the couch cushions, planning to be long gone by the time they were found.

Her diamond necklace and earrings had been beautiful, but I liked her better in her new jewelry. The steel shone stunning against her alabaster skin, and the pose it enforced emphasized her otherworldly chest as she thrust it forward. Completing the look was the sleek black choker around her neck. I'd replace it with a proper collar once we were back. I imagined putting a tag on it: "Mara Song, Level 5 Kineticist".

But that was enough fantasizing. I removed my garter belt and stockings, putting them and my dress into the duffel bag. Then I withdrew a tube top and microskirt. I needed to maximize my exposure for my psionics, and it was the least amount of coverage I could have while still technically being decent. I wasn't planning to run into anybody on my way off the station, but there was at least the possibility I could talk my way out of an encounter if I wasn't stark naked.

As I got dressed in my new clothes, I swore. I hadn't brought another pair of underwear. Gagging Mara with my panties had not been part of the plan, but the temptation had been too hot to resist. Even now, she was drowning in my musk.

My dick swung between my legs like a pendulum. Still, the skirt was just long enough that only the tip would be visible as long as I wasn't hard. I'd have to make do, and at least the lack of coverage down there would increase my output a bit.

Mara wasn't struggling at this point, instead watching (perhaps admiring?) me as I changed. As I stepped up to her, she leaned back as much as she was able to. She let out another grumbling protest as I picked her up again, but she didn't waste energy thrashing around.

Perhaps she regretted it after I stuffed her in the duffel bag and zipped it shut. She was writhing now, but the bag had a deceptive amount of padding sewn into the lining. Her movement was barely noticeable as I hoisted her onto my back, making sure her head was facing up.

I was a Multi, a psion of at least Level 3 in multiple disciplines. I had two: Enhancement and Warp. The former was invaluable as I trekked through the manor with a fully grown woman on my back. The latter was equally useful, despite how misunderstood it was.

The most obvious use of Warp was bending spacetime to instantly send objects across distances. This could be used to great advantage, but at Level 3 and below, it was impractical. The ability to bend spacetime had many other applications, however. Most importantly, it allowed me to project a field to obfuscate my actions from the station's construct. Although it had cameras all over the manor, it essentially had forgotten that Mara and I existed. It paid no heed to the scantily-dressed woman carrying a slightly-squirming duffel bag over her shoulder.

I could also manipulate probability. I was wandering through the backways the servants used, and if I did this normally, there was a decent chance I would run into someone going to or from the party. By emitting a probability field, however, I vastly decreased the odds of an unwelcome encounter. So it was that I made it to the manor's back door without encountering another person.

It was a short trip across the gardens. There were a few partygoers, but thanks to my engineered fortune, they were either too far to notice anything suspicious about me in the gloom, or more concerned with not being caught themselves as they canoodled in the rosebushes.

I reached the back gate without issue. This was the tricky part. I removed my heels, then crouched down and took in a deep breath, readying myself. I went to full output, dumping as much power as I could into my legs as I leapt into the air.

I cleared the twenty-foot gate with inches to spare, taking a deep breath as I reached the apex of my jump. Then I maximized my output again, strengthening my body to absorb the impact. My skirt flipped up as I descended, my flaccid cock going vertical with the momentum. My bare feet let out a resounding bang as they slammed into the pavement, and the shock rattled my bones. But I was unharmed. Still holding my heels, I began jogging down the street.

My ride was waiting a few blocks away. It was a blocky black vehicle, one of the station's taxis. It opened the door to the backseat, and I deposited the bag inside before climbing in after it. The driver's seat was empty, which was not unusual. What was unusual was that my construct was controlling it.

[I see you have the package, Agent. Estimated time of arrival at the dock is nine minutes, assuming traffic conditions persist.]

There was a chorus of clicks as the doors locked, and the car took off at a reasonable pace. It felt a bit slow, but the construct would be going as fast as it could without drawing attention.

"Thanks, Intrepid," I replied. I began unzipping the duffel bag, revealing my disheveled prize. I was met with a glare and more muttering into the gag. As I extricated her, I asked, "Any reaction so far?"

[I am not detecting unusual activity on any security channels. I expect Webster believes you are still enjoying Ms. Song's company.]

"Well, he's not wrong about that," I grinned. I set her on my lap, legs spread out to either side of me and her heavy breasts pressing against mine as she leaned forward to avoid falling backwards off the seat. I slapped her ass and asked, "Want to pick up where we left off?"

Rather than screaming--or even mumbling--into her gag, she arched an eyebrow dramatically. As she did, she adjusted her posture a bit, making her beguiling breasts bounce. That was practically an invitation in this situation, wasn't it? She looked unamused, but that was probably more to do with being kidnapped than being given the chance to pass the time by riding my cock.

It was hard again thanks to her nude form against me. As my swelling length pushed past the fabric of my skirt, it met her pussy. She was moist and welcoming; the river had run down her thighs unceasing even while I'd hauled her around.

I couldn't ask for better encouragement. I pumped my hips, pushing her lips apart once more as I drove skyward. Was she even tighter in this position? I felt like another Enhancer had wrapped her hand around my cock and had it in a death grip.

She moaned into the gag, her legs sliding out from under her until her thighs were resting on mine. This amped up the pressure on both of us as her warm folds enveloped me. The stimulation was intensified even more as she started twitching.

I groaned at the sensation, vigorously working my hips as I fought against her tightness. I growled, "Another one? You're a real slut." I grabbed her hips and tapped into my psionics. I enhanced my arms and legs, lifting her up and dropping her in time with pelvic thrusts more powerful than any ordinary human was capable of.

Unless through some coincidence she'd met another psion with a cock (unlikely, since all psions were women), she was about to get the roughest dicking of her life. She was already shrieking into the gag with what sounded like ecstasy, and her back was arched so much that her head was resting on the driver's seat even as she straddled me.

Goaded by her convulsions, I pounded her through her first orgasm and into another one. I shifted my position, adjusted my speed, tuned my force with each thrust. I listened to her stifled cries, watched her struggles against her bindings, felt her pulsing around my cock. All of it guided the pleasure I was giving her. She came again and again.

I prided myself on my endurance, but this woman must have been genetically engineered to milk semen. She was too tight. Her muffled moans were too sensual. And the way her tits, bigger than her head, jiggled... I was at my limit in under a minute.

I saw stars as I blew my first load. Even cumming inside her was a struggle thanks to how hard she was clamping on my dick. But I kept thrusting, fighting through the euphoria that made me want to push her down on my cock and get all of my seed as deep into her as I could.

I was not stopping here; that would be admitting defeat. I'd had battles like this with fellow Enhancers, and my most humiliating loss had been blasting rope after ten seconds inside a Level 5. But I had never cum in under a minute in unenhanced pussy before today. I went to maximum output, forcing my body through its refractory period and keeping my dick at full hardness.

My pistoning hips and levering arms worked in perfect tandem. I devoted all of my power and attention to her, only leaving the minimum I would need to keep active the field that made the station's construct forget we existed. Even as her voice began to fade and her eyelids drooped, every time I succumbed to her inner embrace, I made my body recharge.

Before long, a cascade of cum was flowing down her thighs to rival the wetness of her lust. This only enhanced her divine features. Her slender neck was stretched taut as her head reared back in pleasure, her creamy skin exquisitely accented by the black choker. Thanks to the arching of her back, her magnificent tits spilled to either side of her chest, still rebounding energetically with each thrust. Her thick thighs, now soaked in our shared fluids, jiggled enticingly with every impact. And her irresistible pussy was frothing as it swallowed my cock again and again.

Everything, from the lights of the city outside to hum of the car's engine, faded away. I was like a musician executing a performance I'd practiced a thousand times. As her voice failed and her movements waned, I continued to gauge her arousal using psionics. I saw only white-hot rapture. Whenever it began to fade, the right technique brought her back to her peak.

All too soon, it came to an end. The blinding ecstasy gave way to dim unconsciousness. She went fully limp, held up only by my grip on her hips and her head on the driver's seat.

She was as tight as ever, but fucking was no fun if both parties weren't enjoying it. I placed a hand on her back, pulling her up into a kneeling position. I grinned like a doofus at the silky goodness of her bare chest against me. I asked the construct, "How long until the dock?"

[We cleared the yard's security checkpoint and will arrive at the ship's loading bay in forty-seven seconds.]

Had I really been railing her for nine minutes straight? I was panting now that I'd stopped to collect myself. I thought about stuffing her back into the bag, but the pool of cum and pussy juice I was sitting in dissuaded me--the dress I'd put in there was expensive. I considered carrying her by the chain connecting her ankles and wrists like luggage. But my cock gave another throb as I had another perverted idea.

Still inside her, I contorted myself a bit so that I could lift her up and spin her so that she was facing away from me. I almost came again at the sensation of her vice-like pussy twisting around me. I took a deep breath, then stripped my tube top and found the key to her cuffs to rearrange them.

First, I brought her arms over her head and around my neck, so that the loop they formed was like an oversized necklace. I put the cuffs back on her wrists to keep them there, sliding them through my tube top so that it was hanging off the chain. Next, keeping her knees on either side of my thighs, I bent her legs up and behind my back. I cuffed her ankles there. The extra chain couldn't reach that far up my back, so I stretched my tube top down and closed the third shackle around it.

When I'd finished, her back was resting against my bare chest, her arms around my neck, and her legs around my lower back. Her arms and legs were supporting most of her weight, but a significant amount of it was driving her down onto my cock.

I wasn't sure how she would react when she came to. But judging by how wet she'd stayed after I'd tied her up and shoved her in a duffel bag--not to mention cumming on the first thrust after I'd taken her out--she seemed like a pretty kinky bitch.

I used the fabric scissors to remove my skirt, deciding to maximize my exposure since there was obviously no explaining away this appearance. I considered throwing the scrap in the bag, but it was soaked with slick and semen. I left it on the seat. The station's maintenance drones would have to clean and disinfect the whole car anyway after what we'd been doing back here.

The car had come to rest in an empty loading bay while I'd been putting the finishing touches on my new outfit. I opened the door and swung my legs out, wincing at the intense sensation of her warm folds shifting around me with the movement. I tried to stand and immediately went weak in the knees, almost falling forward onto her thanks to the sudden pressure. This was going to take some getting used to.

I steadied myself, then grabbed the duffel bag and made my way to the airlock that led to the umbilical connecting my ship to the station. Intrepid had already assumed control of the bay, so it opened without issue. Another airlock on the other side, and I was safely aboard.

Though it looked like a luxury corvette from the outside, the living space of my ship consisted of a single room which housed all of my amenities on one end and the helm at the other. I made my way to the pilot's chair, settling into it with a satisfied groan as Mara came to rest on my lap yet again. I secured the harness around me, trusting my bindings to keep her attached to me. Normally a construct wouldn't allow two passengers to share the same jumpseat, but some trickery with my powers would solve that. I gazed at our reflection in the black videoscreen in front of me, my dick pulsing with desire as I looked at the point where we met.

She was hanging limply from my shoulders, her arms stretched up around my neck. Her huge tits were propped up enticingly by the pose, emphasizing the perkiness they possessed despite their immense size. Her legs spread and disappeared behind my back, giving an unobstructed view of her drenched pussy. And resting happily inside it was my firm length, spreading her open.

I checked the panels in front of me, then looked over my shoulder at the forest of machinery beyond my quarters. The rest of the ship's bulk was taken up by a deceptively powerful engine, Intrepid's core, and a hidden jump drive. I'd booked passage on a much larger ship to get into the system so that I could keep this ship's capabilities secret. But as soon as I was free from the moon's gravity well, I could make the jump back to friendly territory.

[We have been cleared for departure. Disengaging the umbilical now.]

There was a sudden lurch, which elicited another exhilarated moan from me as Mara swayed on my lap. Then the inertial dampeners kicked in, and the only indication of motion was the moon sliding across the viewscreen. The ship rumbled beneath me, and we began to speed off into the speckled blackness.

The lurch had caused her to stir. Mara's eyelids fluttered open, her brow creased with the initial confusion of waking up in an unfamiliar situation. Then she looked down to find the source of the pressure she was feeling in her pussy. Seeing my thick cock spearing her, she rapidly craned her neck to look up at me.

"Good morning, sunshine," I said, bending down to kiss her forehead. I ignored her unintelligible reply and continued, "Needed to keep my hands free, but thought you'd still want some attention."

My intentions for further flirting and fucking were interrupted by the stars spinning on the viewscreen. Thanks to the dampeners, there was no vertigo at the sudden roll. But my stomach dropped all the same. Intrepid confirmed my fears.

[Engaging evasive maneuvers. A battleship has undocked from the station and has readied its weapons. We are still one minute out from jump distance.]

Since I let Intrepid fly the ship, there was not much I could do but hope its evasion was better than the battleship's targeting. Flashes of orange light streaking past the ship signaled the initial success. But then the hull rumbled and our maneuvers ceased. We were still moving forward, but no longer attempting to dodge. I gripped the arms of the chair, waiting.

[The hostile is requesting surrender. I am faking our emissions so that the damage to the jump drive appears worse than it is. Establishing an audio link for you to stall.]

As soon as I heard the crackle of the link, I spoke. "This is the Antonius, a vessel directly registered to the Cairo Corporation. How am I supposed to interpret this blatant act of aggression from our allies at Webster?" I let the nervousness I was feeling show in my quavering voice.

A deep, confident voice replied. "You can drop the act, spy. After seeing you abscond with my dear Mara, I had my people do some digging. Your registration is forged." He laughed. "As expected, you failed to get what you wanted from her, then tried to slink away with your tail between your legs before you got caught. Now, stop your engines if you don't want me to blast you to bits."

I took a deep breath, calming myself. I was still projecting the field that stopped their construct from realizing what had happened, so he didn't know Mara was with me. Now was a good time for the big reveal. As I lowered the field, I said to Intrepid, "Can we switch to video?"

The videoscreen in front of us lit up, revealing Gerald Webster still in his dinner jacket. Behind him was the bridge crew of the battleship he'd commandeered to pursue me, six officers in crisp uniforms sitting behind consoles. All of their eyes widened in shock as my feed appeared on their bridge's videoscreen, no doubt magnified to appear larger than life. Webster spluttered, "M-Mara?" and took a step back as he tried to process what he was seeing.

Mara's eyes had widened as well, though her expression was more of a look of horror than surprise. She was mortified. Not only had she been kidnapped by the honeypot, she was on full display in front of her boss and half a dozen officers in Webster's navy. She frantically babbled protests, but her muffled tones quickly turned melodic as I began to move.

I placed one hand over a tit, showing off its incredible elasticity as I mauled it. With my other hand, I spread her pussy obscenely. This drew their attention and gave them a perfect view as I worked my hips. I could see their eyes moving up and down to follow the movement of my shaft into and out of her folds. "Go--ahead--" I grunted, punctuating each word with a thrust. "Blast--us--to--bits."

Four of the officers averted their eyes to the consoles in front of them, though one man and one woman couldn't keep their eyes off of us. The woman even bit her lip at the vigor on display. Webster was likewise mesmerized. His face (reddening with a mixture of rage and arousal) had shifted to a dark glare, though there was a noticeable bulge in his silk trousers.

Mara lasted longer this time, perhaps distracted by the humiliation she was undergoing. But soon she threw her head back, her eyes rolling as she succumbed to pleasure. Her moans were cut off by a muffled shriek. Before the captivated audience's eyes, her fluids gushed onto the seat.

My own climax soon followed. I grabbed her hips with both hands, shoving her down onto my pulsing cock. Sticky white cum flowed down my length, mingling with her juices. I let out a fulfilled sigh, grinning at the videoscreen. Then I grabbed her chin with my hand, forcing her to turn her dazed expression to him. As I heard the jump drive begin to hum, I said, "Say goodbye, Mara."

The feed cut out as the stars streaked across the viewscreen, which was soon filled with a bright blue glow. As I shifted mine and Mara's weight to a more comfortable position, however, I heard a strange metallic whine from the rear of the ship. Intrepid once again shared the bad news.

[Jump achieved. The drive's coolant system has failed, resulting in rapid overheating and deterioration of jump stability. Intra-jump repair is not possible, but we will be able to exit Webster-controlled space without risking catastrophic failure. Remain in your jumpseats.]

The warning shot we'd taken had done more damage than I'd expected. The ship began to shake as the jump progressed, the vibrations increasing until Mara and I were bouncing in the seat. She began groaning in time with the pounding induced by the erratic rhythm.

I decided to make the most of the opportunity, wrapping my arms around her stomach so that they made a shelf for her giant breasts as they swung wildly. I held her as close as I could, concentrating most of the motion on our lower halves. I whispered to her, "Come on, you know you love it."

She leaned back into me as she tried to get comfortable for the ride, even working her hips to facilitate the continued assault on her pussy.

Just how much of a nympho was this lady? I felt a twinge of pity for any previous partners, imagining the desiccated husks of men left in the wake of her libido. Even I was having trouble keeping up with her enthusiasm. I was running short of breath, and the fatigue was only offset by the continued usage of my powers.

While I was blowing what must have been my hundredth load of the night into her, the blue glow of the viewscreen began to fade. The streaks of light reappeared and rapidly reduced to pinpoints.

[Exit successful. Scans show multiple warships in the system. We will be unable to conceal our presence due to our elevated heat signature. Estimated time to repair is sixteen minutes, plus or minus six minutes based on the extent of the damage.]

I took in a deep breath, considering what Intrepid had said and coming down from my latest climax. I kept a tight grip on Mara, holding per possessively. Once I'd collected myself, I asked, "Any ID on those ships?" With luck, they'd be salvagers or prospectors from one of the nearby Corporate Authorities who'd leave us alone while Intrepid patched up the ship.

[They do not possess any identifiers. They appear to be extra-corporate.]

That meant pirates, in all likelihood. That was the worst case scenario. Pirates wouldn't be shy about scrapping the ship and holding a pair of psions for ransom. I shuddered as I considered what they might do to us while they waited to hear back from our employers. The only consolation was that they'd keep us in one piece. I followed up with another question, "What's the absolute earliest we can make another jump?"

[The drive will not return to a safe temperature without the coolant system. I am implementing a temporary solution, but the time until it is complete is the estimation I--jump detected.]

By the time Intrepid's message had finished, the viewscreen was taken up by a ship appearing in front of us. It was hard to tell without any reference, but it looked to be a kilometer long and about ten kilometers away. It had its side facing us, multiple cannons pointed at our ship.

[They are hailing us. Would you like to converse with them?]

"Sure, put them on," I replied. I realized I'd been getting soft during the distraction, so to keep my (and probably Mara's) morale up, I used my powers to shorten my refractory period again. I grinned at the appreciative gasp she let out as I hardened inside her.

The link crackled, and a high and coarse voice came from the other end. I could practically hear the woman's sneer as she said, "Well, not often scrap just falls into our lap. Having some technical issues?"

"Jump drive overheated thanks to some damage we sustained before the jump." I decided there was no point in lying. "We're capable of patching it ourselves, though I imagine you're not going to just let us waltz out of here."

"You imagine correctly," the woman replied with a chuckle. "Surrender quietly and you'll be well-treated while I decide what to do with you. But if you give me any trouble, I'll make sure you regret it."

This pirate's word meant nothing to me, so I was planning to struggle to the bitter end. The only problem was that besides physically repelling their boarders (which would end in me being overwhelmed by their superior numbers), I didn't see any options. They'd just use their weapons to disable our engines if we tried to retreat, and there was no way I could stall long enough for the repairs to finish.

As I deliberated, Mara began headbutting my chest and humming through the gag insistently. Once she had my attention, she looked up at me pointedly, working her jaw like she was trying to speak. She must have had something to say.

"Can you give me a minute to think about it?" I asked the pirate. Without waiting for a reply, I hit a button to put the link on hold. I reached up and untied the cleave gag from around Mara's mouth, then pulled my silk panties out of her mouth. They were soaked in her saliva. I set them on the seat's armrest and waited for her to speak.

She coughed a few times, screwing up her face in discomfort as she worked her jaw. Then she looked back up at me with a fierce expression, surprisingly bold in her demeanor considering my fat cock was still knocking on her womb. She spoke in a scratchy voice: "I'll get rid of them if you take the inhibitor off me."

What a ridiculous idea. I'd gone through months of planning and execution to kidnap her, and now she wanted me to put myself at her mercy? She was a Level 5 Kineticist; she could squash me like a bug if she had her powers. And I'd just tied her up, thrown her in a duffel bag, then fucked her nonstop. I'd spent at least the last fifteen minutes with my dick in her.

Seeing my apprehension, she countered, "All I have to do is tell them I'm a Level 5 Kineticist employed by Webster and they'll treat me like a princess while they wait for the big payout to come in for rescuing me. And if I tell them that Gerald will be very interested in getting his hands on you, what do you think will happen?"

That made me start to go soft as the blood drained from my face and my extremities. Once they realized I was a psion, these pirates would probably just give me similar treatment to what I'd been giving Mara while they got in touch with my employer for a ransom. But Webster would do a hell of a lot worse. Especially after the show I'd given him when I made my escape.

Even so, I hesitated. "And you'll, what, take care of these pirates then obediently let me take you back to my employer? Maybe even let me put the inhibitor back on you so that I feel better?" I began harnessing my Empathy as I gauged her reaction.

"Sure," she said, completely nonchalant. All I could sense in her was excitement and mischief, no cold fury or burning vengeance. Was she that good at controlling her emotions, or did she genuinely plan to let my kidnapping continue unhindered once the pirates were out of the way? She rolled her eyes at my continued hesitation, saying, "I don't think you have much of a choice."

She wasn't wrong. If her goal was to get back to Webster with me captive, it wouldn't matter much whether she did it with her powers or without. These pirates wouldn't want to provoke Webster's wrath by mistreating her, and would be happy to accept the bonus they'd get for including me. Meanwhile, I was screwed. Either I got delivered back to Webster like a present, or I took a gamble and freed the Level 5 Kineticist I'd been forcing myself on.

Maybe her apparent sincerity was convincing. More likely she was right about me not having a choice. I reached up to the choker to input the code, then pressed the release. My hairs immediately stood on end, and the choker flew across the room, clattering as it came to rest in a corner.

Completely unperturbed by her bondage, Mara looked over at the console. The switch I'd pressed to hold the link clicked, and we heard the pirate's voice again. She was in the middle of a vivid description of what she'd do to us if we didn't surrender promptly. Mara cut her off in a matter-of-fact tone: "I am a Level 5 Kineticist. You've caught me in a good mood, so I will allow you to leave in peace."

There was silence over the link for a few seconds. Then the pirate burst out laughing. Between giggles, she replied, "You really expect me to believe that? Ah, that's good. Just for that, I'll forgive you for wasting my time if you surrender immediately."

Mara did not reply. But her brow furrowed slightly as she looked through the viewscreen at the ship.

The ship appeared to rapidly shrink. As I heard the pirate's shocked shouting from the link, demanding answers from her construct, I realized she was moving away from us. Mara was pushing the entire ship, and in moments it was indistinguishable from the other specks of light out in the void. And then it had disappeared from view completely. The link crackled into silence.

[Hostile vessel has left communications range. Additionally, I have finished the damage assessment. New estimate is eight minutes.]

She turned her attention to me, bringing to bear an immense pressure which made it difficult to breathe. She had that same smile she'd worn when we met on that balcony, although it looked more like she was baring her fangs now. Looking up at me with that fierce gaze, she said, "You've certainly been running me ragged." She was cool and collected again, feeling totally in control of the situation.

My heart was racing, but no longer from the thrill of fucking this drop-dead gorgeous woman. She'd swatted an entire warship away like it was a fly, and there was every possibility I would be next. Sure, I could wait to see if she'd stay true to her word. But while discretion may have been the better part of valor, fortune favored the bold.

Knowing she no longer viewed me as a threat, I took what I expected to be my only chance as she opened her mouth to speak again. I pushed against the weight on me and forced myself to move. Every muscle was screaming in protest, both from fatigue and the resistance I was facing, but I went to maximum output and hit my physical limit.

As my dick slammed into her, she threw her head back, letting out a garbled, "Uuoohh?!" The pressure on me grew to a terrifying intensity. But rapidfire pistoning broke her concentration, and soon she was convulsing again. The weight vanished all at once, her moans fading into breathless heaves of pleasure. She was finally losing her beautiful voice.

Acting once more under the cover of her orgasmic bliss, I reached out my hand to the discarded choker, praying it hadn't been damaged when she'd batted it away. Pushing my meager telekinesis to its limits, I willed it across the room into my waiting grip. Quick as I flash, I fitted it back around her neck with another satisfying click. Safe again.

All the tension left my body, and I held her down on my cock as I came inside her yet again. She was filled to the brim, more and more of my sticky cum flowing down her thighs onto my lap. Thanks to the adrenaline and the night's exertions, my breath was coming in ragged gasps. I was exhausted.

I looked down at her, seeing eyes clouded with need... and indignance that I'd stopped. But now that I was back in control, I rested my hands on her hips. I caught my breath before asking her, "You weren't really going to let me put that back on you, were you? So desperate for a good fuck you'd let yourself get kidnapped for it?"

She took in her own deep breaths as she collected herself. Her voice had grown hoarse as she replied, "This is just the excuse I was looking for to get away from that creep. The contract I signed was for ten years, but I'm barely through the first two. And how am I desperate? You're the one who's been running a train on me since we got in the cab."

"Oh please," I snorted, remembering the way she looked at me once I'd taken her out of the duffel bag. I gave her juicy ass another slap and continued, "Cocking an eyebrow like that, shaking your massive tits, dripping like a leaky faucet; you were begging me to take you."

She smirked at me, a roguish gleam in her eye. "Well, a--how did you put it--'slut' like me could hardly resist the opportunity to get tied up and fucked by an Enhancer. I've never met a psion with a dick before, but I'd heard about their... prowess. And you certainly lived up to the hype."

"Glad I didn't disappoint," I said, my arms snaking around her to grab her tits. I tweaked her nipples and drew out another moan. "Though even I'm getting close to my limit. I doubt anyone's matched you before tonight."

Mara leaned back into me again, gazing up with an amused look. "Oh yeah. I haven't felt this satisfied since I got triple-teamed last year by some marines I snuck away with, but even they couldn't go the distance. Think you have another few rounds in you?"

I sighed. This mission had been meticulously planned over months. Virtually every detail had been pored over by a team of human experts and two constructs, from my cover story to my exit strategy. When I'd first entered that ballroom on Tagrell Station, I'd thought myself prepared for anything. Now I wondered if I hadn't bit off more than I could chew.

I readied myself, lifting her up so that only my tip stayed in her. I growled, "I am going to fuck you until the only thing you can think about is my cock. You'll wake up in the morning begging for it, pass out each night cumming on it, and dream of nothing but my throbbing dick in your slutty pussy."

As I dropped her back on my rod, I went to full output again. I would spend the rest of the repair, and the jump back home, fucking this woman silly.

My employers' goal had been to take Mara Song out of Webster & Sons' employ. They'd intended to turn her back over to the Sisterhood, with the promise that her current contract would end and she'd be sent to another sector for her next assignment. But they certainly wouldn't mind if I turned her into my personal cocksleeve instead.