Repopulated Ch. 10

Chapter Ten

Kate sat languorously in the bridge chair, an arm wrapped around her lover, who was snoozing against her shoulder.

She made lazy strokes with her fingers, feeling perfectly at ease. The two of them had bred each other well into the night, so grabbing a bit of naptime now made perfect sense.

Orbital transfers were boring affairs, and the excitement of experiencing something new had worn off after they had seen it done a few times.

The only cause for concern would be whether the bridge crew had slipped her leash, but after several months working on them, that danger appeared to have diminished. The reinforcement emitter which had been installed for this voyage was working perfectly, and even if that failed, the new adornments the crew were wearing as part of their uniforms would act as backup control devices.

She glanced around, noting the high collars they wore to hide the golden bands encircling their necks. Yes, she supposed one could hide their resistance by not wearing one, but that was why they performed daily checks to ensure that their obedience was holding.

This wouldn't be necessary, eventually, as all of them would be infested with symbiote controllers. Most of the lower decks had already been installed with Kate and Jackie's progeny, giving them a good safety margin if anything were to happen.

Some of them might decide to become hybrids, in which case, they could opt to join the cause, but if not, she was perfectly fine with treating them like slaves. They would have done the same to her, given the chance.

She sighed, resting her legs on the alien she was using as a footstool. It was strange how her attitude had changed after getting to know their former overlords better. She had been adamant that they shouldn't be like them, but now she found it rather hard to care.

She made a bemused grin as she shifted her legs, her ankles cupped in the notch of the alien's curved back. The alien's skin acted like warm coals against her ankles, keeping her quite comfortable on the cool bridge.

She enjoyed using the Slanadorian in this way. It seemed an appropriate fate for one who had desired to make all of humanity her slaves. Now, she was experiencing the same fate herself, turned into nothing more than a footrest for someone who used to aspire to be nothing more than a bottom for her lover.

Did her newfound dominance make her a so-called 'power' bottom? Perhaps, perhaps not. She certainly still enjoyed being treated like a toy while in bed with Jackie.

That was private fun, however. This was serious business. Seriously enjoyable business.

The screen began to chirp, and one of the aliens seated at a console in front of her turned around, giving her a small bow. "Mistress, the Gray Dawn is calling. Shall I patch them through?"

"Yes," she said slowly, readjusting her feet on the alien's back. "Let's see what our progenitor has to say for herself."

Their view of streaking stars vanished, replaced with an image of another ship's bridge. A schematic of the Gray Dawn was helpfully placed on the lower right of the screen to provide context, but Kate didn't need it. She already knew everything about this vessel - it was becoming rather notorious among their kind.

She smiled lazily at the screen, continuing to stroke her sleeping lover. "Grand Mistress, to what do I owe this pleasure?" she purred, taking in the hard armor plating of the woman's skull.

It was decorated with a crown of amethysts draped around the periphery, the largest among them strung over the top of her triangular set of sparkling blue eyes.

Kate wore something similar, for it was a control crown, used to suppress the will of their Slanadorian servants. Doris' crown was currently sparkling, indicating that she was exerting active control.

Kate preferred to train her subjects to be naturally subservient, using her gems in as subtle a way as possible, but Doris didn't subscribe to the same methodology.

It was rather a waste, in her opinion. Being heavy handed wasn't necessary to achieve the desired result. It was one of Doris' negative traits, and probably the reason she would eventually fall from power. But not today, so she had better treat her with some respect.

Doris gave her a vicious grin, showing off her needle sharp teeth. "It's been a month or two since we last talked, sister. It's good to work with you once more."

Her eyes turned downwards. "Your crew appears well trained. Tell me, how were you able to tame the Proctor? I spent weeks on her before giving her to you, and she wouldn't even bend, much less break."

Kate ran the heels of her feet up the Proctor's back. Her slave stretched out and purred like a kitten, her breasts dipping to touch the deck plating.

"It requires a certain touch," Kate said, obliquely hiding a scowl. "I will tell you the full story after we've completed our next mission."

No, she wouldn't. The human formerly known as Doris had no idea how to handle the subtle arts of manipulation, persuasion, and true understanding. She would rather just push her way through, bowling over any problem in her way.

Truth be told, there was a time and place for each approach, but being wasteful for the sake of expediency was abhorrent to her.

She leaned forward, rattling the Proctor's leash. The enslaved alien's head tubes lifted, her frills a dark pink as the alien gave her a look of adoration. Her body froze as her chest lifted and dropped, a faint buzz coming from her pussy.

In this position, she wouldn't move, even if she was forced to orgasm by her pleasure belt. Kate had trained her well.

She was rather amazed at the streak of soft sadism her symbiotes had unlocked in her, but she didn't regret it. She would use any and all tools at her disposal to ensure that her lover remained safe.

"I assume you called to give me a briefing?" she asked, raising her human eyebrows. "How goes our secret war, and what kind of opposition should we be expecting?"

"We haven't been discovered yet, if that's what you're asking," said Doris indulgently. "We've had a few near misses, but now we've grown large enough that it's going to be more difficult to hide our presence. Hence, our current mission."

"Which is?" asked Kate, pausing her stroking as tension coiled through her shoulders.

Doris shook her head. "I know, you're riled up because I didn't share anything with you before we left, but you know how difficult operational security is to keep!"

Kate waited patiently, not acknowledging her excuse. She did know, but Doris deserved to squirm for how she had left Kate on the sidelines.

She was one of her first recruits, damnit! Why hadn't she been brought in? Now everything would be last minute, and she'd have to scramble to prepare!

Doris settled down, crossing her hands under her voluptuous breasts. "That being said, we're about to approach the station, so I will give you the necessary particulars. I will be leading this attack, and you will act as backup."

She tapped a command into her console, and an image appeared on her screen, a red skinned alien of similar shape and size to the Proctor. Her head tubes were slightly larger, decorated with purple ribbons that were wrapped down their lengths.

"This is the local Lord of the constellation Charonista. Her name is Irizina, and we wish to capture and convert her to our cause."

Kate sat back in shock, studying the alien's wide lips and the medals hanging from her chest plate. "We're taking a step up," she remarked, biting her lip. "Do you think our forces are large enough to handle the retaliation if we're discovered?"

"Probably not," admitted Doris. "That's why we can't let anyone escape. This is a relative backwater, so their forces will be extremely slim. We should be quite capable of interdicting any retreat. That's where you come in."

The picture vanished, replaced with a short animation of a plot, with several ships moving towards a central station. "The ESS Goodhead will be arriving at the station approximately at the same time as us. We'll hold back until we're given the signal that they have shown up before we commence our attack."

"Oh? Does that mean we already have agents on the station?"

Doris smiled. "Very good, it's so satisfying working with someone so perceptive. Yes, I've arranged for our infiltrators to seize station command at the right moment. The barrier shield will be raised, preventing the ship's escape. They'll be trapped, like rats, and I'll move in to lock them down and finish the capture. "

Kate let the praise wash off her back. She wasn't about to be bamboozled by a few nice words.

"So I'll hang around and play mop up squad." She crossed her legs, wiggling her toes. "Have you considered that a trapped rat is willing to do practically anything to escape?"

"Yes. That's the other reason your ship will be held in reserve. If we run into unexpected... troubles, I expect you to handle them, on your own initiative. Just remember that we cannot allow anyone to make it to the jump point. If any of them were to escape, the jig is up. We'll be officially at war, and given our current forces, we'll be outclassed. I don't need to remind you what will happen then."

Kate dismissed this with a wave of her hand. She had heard it all before. "My presence seems an awfully thin chip to play when weighed against the possibility of war. Why didn't you try to recruit another?"

The muscles on Doris' face jumped. "I tried, but the other cells are far too busy strengthening our position elsewhere. Pulling out too many ships for this would risk war all the same."

"Then shouldn't we wait?" asked Kate. "Is this a premature move? Should we regroup and try again in a few months?"

Doris openly scowled. "In a few months, this Lord will be attending the royal wedding of the new Empress. We need her in position in order to have a chance at the real prize. If we don't act now, we lose that possibility forever. High risk, high reward."

She paused. "Well, I wouldn't blame you for backing out. If you don't agree to this, I'll scrub the mission. It can't be done with one vessel alone."

Kate relaxed. "Don't be so dramatic. As long as your intel is firm, this doesn't seem like the most hairbrained scheme you've come up with."

"Thanks," she said dryly, but Kate could detect a hint of eagerness in her posture.

Time to spring the trap.

"If I go through with this, I want a bigger role in this future operation you're planning with this Slanadorian Lord. I don't want to be left in the dark again. How can I possibly audit what you're doing if you keep secrets from me?"

She gave the other alien a sharp look. "I want to be your right hand alien. I want to know everything you're planning, and what we're doing next. Without that, I won't support this."

The faint eagerness fled as Doris' shoulders hunched over. "Are you sure about this? I've kept you at arm's length for various reasons, but if you truly get what you want, there won't be any more hiding. You'll be in the thick of danger, and failure, if it occurs, will fall directly on your shoulders."

"Is that so?" asked Kate, straightening her back. "Well then, the two of us will go down together."

Doris gave her a hard look, then shrugged. "After this, if it all works out, I'll consider it."

Kate returned her stare, giving it back as good as she got. "I'll accept that much. But don't consider too long, or you might not like the consequences."

"Of course not, dearie," Doris said breezily. "I wouldn't dream of it. I'll squirt the rest of the details to you. Give them a look, the mission commences in an hour. Ta!"

The screen blanked, and Kate groaned, pressing a hand over her armored skull, kneading at the pressure points. Jackie shifted in her arms, curling back until her skull hit the headrest.

"What do you think of all this?" she asked. "Despite appearances, I knew you weren't sleeping."

A thick chuckle tickled her ears. "I need to practice my deception skills, little pickle," she said in a velvety voice. "If I can't convince you, I'm not sure we'll stand a chance against the Slanadorians."

Kate squeezed her side. "Nonsense. None of them know you as well as I do. Now, stop equivocating and tell me what I want to know."

"Yes, Mistress," she said sarcastically, a thread of amusement twining through her words to soften the effect.

Sitting up, she squeezed her warm body into Kate's, making her groan. "I think, that if we only have an hour... we had better get dressed and go examine those materials."

"What, no philosophizing on whether or not this will work? What about my demands? Did those make sense?"

Jackie nudged her side. "Look, at this point, I trust you and support you. I don't see any reason to question your decisions. I'm quite happy to play dominant in the bedroom; you can handle the more serious matters."

"Oh ho, so you abscond from all responsibility, then?" roared Kate as she turned, both hands extended with evil intent.

Jackie jumped out of the chair, her breasts wobbling in an enticing manner as she easily regained her balance, giving her a leery look. "Getting into a tickle fight with you on the eve of battle seems rather irresponsible," she said haughtily. "I'm going to go get dressed."

Kate knew that her aloofness was fake. Later on, they'd both fuck like rabbits, trading positions and dominance as necessary to achieve the desired result.

Bracing an elbow against the captain's chair, she watched her lover speculatively as she whirled about in a huff, showing off her nice curves. Her ass winked as she stalked away, wetness seeping between her legs.

Yes, that was to be expected. The two of them had avoided getting pregnant, as they had sensed that something like this was coming up. As a result, their bellies were flat, not containing any eggs.

After their conquest, that wouldn't last long. Doubtless there would be a need for more symbiotes to control their captives, and Kate was looking forward to making them with her lover.

That wasn't strictly necessary, really, as they had plenty of breeding pairs on the ship, but Kate refused to give up the pleasure of being filled with her lover's spawn.

She sighed, lifting her legs off the Proctor and levering herself to her feet. No more time to enjoy herself. She had to prepare.

The alien below her twisted her head, staring at her with longing. Kate touched the gem on her shoulder, giving her slave an indulgent look. The Proctor could pretend to be in charge for an hour while her Mistress prepared for the mission.

She pushed her thoughts through the interface. <<You have the bridge.>>

The Proctor rocketed to her feet and snapped a hand to her side, giving her a salute. "Yes, Mistress!"

She had spent a good chunk of her spare time learning the Slanadorian language, but it just made sense to have them reply to her commands in English to reduce confusion. It also helped that she could easily get mental confirmation that her orders were being obeyed.

Given that, she felt no concerns about leaving the Proctor alone on the bridge. The crystal lattice hanging from the ceiling would ensure her obedience, and all defiance had already been beaten out of her. She was nothing more than a pet.

Of course, she wouldn't leave everything to chance. It was simple to monitor her remotely via pings she sent through the control net. If anything tugged at her threads in an unusual way, she'd be the first to know.

Humming to herself, she followed the path Jackie had taken from the bridge, marching out onto one of two main spinal corridors that fanned out from the rear.

The passageways were organic in nature, built on top of what appeared to be a ribbed backbone. Transparent membranes on either side were strong enough to hold anyone who fell off, but they also provided a good view of the operations below.

Here, she could see some of the science labs that they had repurposed as breeding crèches. Small alcoves had been built into the corners, containing heat lamps that spotlighted small collections of eggs.

Scattered around the central area of the room were circular depressions filled with organically grown furniture. Here, pregnant aliens relaxed, enjoying each other's company.

If they desired food, fucking columns were provided around the periphery to give them alien milk. If they wanted privacy, they could retreat to smaller booths that had been provided at each corner of the room. All of their needs were taken care of, the environment carefully monitored by servants to ensure that the highest number of viable offspring were produced.

The metrics didn't lie - at current rates, her ship was out breeding the others, and her policies were in high demand. The secret was that she wasn't in charge of the breeding at all. This, in fact, was entirely Jackie's project.

Utilizing her skills as a rancher had produced prodigious results. Kate had encouraged her to share with others, but her lover was reticent. She let them believe that this was all Kate's doing because she didn't want to have to spend all of her time explaining the particulars.

This meant that it fell to Kate to keep them at bay, which she was happy to do if it made Jackie happy. She didn't let her lover forget this fact, extracting plenty of concessions from her during playtime.

Hmm, speaking of which, wasn't it time to cash in a few more favors? She had put in an order for a suspended sex swing, and she knew exactly who was going to be bound into it first.

She let go of her flights of fancy as the corridor closed in, opening back up into a series of different passages. She hopped down one of the spokes that led towards the outside of the ship, following the faint glow of the hanging lights that opened up towards the window into space at the end.

The lighting was yet another enslaved species of the Slanadorians, but these weren't sentient. They were perfectly happy to hang and glow as long as they were fed a daily diet of alien milk provided from the central vats.

Her stomach churned as she recalled the fate of those who had been hooked up to those implacable pumps. At least they were able to freely roam the ship now instead of being caged like chickens!

Humming to herself, she spun on her heel and entered the restricted space nestled against the exterior of the ship. There was a long, fleshy table with a smooth top, and a set of lockers along the wall, where Jackie was busy putting on a sheer bodysuit.

Kate took a seat in front of a lit screen, making surreptitious glances at Jackie's body. The way the lower curve of the glossy suit cupped her breasts was devilishly distracting. Surely, business could wait a few more minutes?

She leaned her elbows on the table, crossing her arms as she pressed a finger into her mouth, giving it a little suck as she imagined doing the same to her lover's erect nipples.

Jackie curled her head, her breasts jiggling as she clamped her arms together. "I know what you want," she purred, pawing her hands over her chest, which distended downwards. "We gotta get our work done first, though, and you have to get suited up."

Kate sighed, tapping a hand against the desk. "I have a proposition. Why don't we do it the other way around. I'm not going to be able to focus while you're bouncing those massive honkers in front of my face."

"Oh? These?" asked Jackie, giving her hips a little pop to send her bosom wobbling. "If you want a piece of these, you're going to have to get dressed first yourself."