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"Let's check in with Nyssa and have her corroborate this." Turning on the shipwide, "Captain Mannheim, could you please report on Project Fontaine 2.24.4.29?"
Silence.
"Nyssa..."
"Ummm... "the redhead says. "She's going to be out for awhile."
"Your doing," I say sternly. It's not a question.
"I am sooo sorry, Empyrean One," she says, prostrating herself in front of me, licking my stilettos.
"Get up, Meg," I tell her. "I expect rogue from her, but not you. You don't disappoint me. Now, get up!"
"Yes, Empyrean One." Ashamed.
I can't have that. Taking her into my arms, I crush her against me, driving my tongue through her lips and she both melts in my embrace and responds passionately.
"Better?" I ask, though I know the answer.
"Yes... Empyrean One." Breathlessly.
Fontaine is watching this. With much interest. Is there interest? Nothing that she's giving away bit her pupils are dilated.
There is interest.
Must follow up on that.
"The Mission is to capture the Queen's Eggs." I explain. Nyssa, if you wouldn't mind..." My servantwife starts explaining the project. Limited teleportation to the Lizard homeworld that is psionically out of phase with the normal baryonic universe. Assembly of two strike teams to manage the objective. Testing of Fontaine to see if she was mature enough to handle the leadership for Team 2.
"That just about covers it," Nyssa says in conclusion. "Do you need a visual presentation, Empyrean One?"
"That will be fine, Nyssa. Stand by." And I was delicately hazing Fontaine throughout the entire explanation.
"Wait..." she starts. "All of this planned? The scale alone..."
More haze. Contrition. Shame. Wounded pride. Realizing she doesn't have all the answers.
"It's a bitter pill, isn't it, Captain? Being lapped like this. I'm not your enemy. And I am your better. That's why I'm where I am and you had to prove yourself to me."
Her ego. Wounded! Badly! And there's a small fissure. A chink in her armor. I sneak my best stealth probe in, widening the opening and keeping her blind to it. There's a coverage gap of five percent. Anymore and she would notice but more than enough for my needs. I stabilize it and render it invisible to any other psis.
Success!
Still, must move cautiously. She's cognitive smart and if I move too fast, she may catch on. For now, just a light touch in her mind with lustful admiration of my mind. And, of course, my beauty.
She's getting wet. Excellent. I link in passive controls, nothing that someone like Tara could find, unless she knew where to look. And designed to work through her shielding which I now close up.
Excellent work on my part.

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Continuation from Confrontation

"Let's check in with Nyssa and have her corroborate this." Turning on the shipwide, "Captain Mannheim, could you please report on Project Fontaine 2.24.4.29?"
Silence.
"Nyssa..."
"Ummm... "the redhead says. "She's going to be out for awhile."
"Your doing," I say sternly. It's not a question.
"I am sooo sorry, Empyrean One," she says, prostrating herself in front of me, licking my stilettos.
"Get up, Meg," I tell her. "I expect rogue from her, but not you. You don't disappoint me. Now, get up!"
"Yes, Empyrean One." Ashamed.
I can't have that. Taking her into my arms, I crush her against me, driving my tongue through her lips and she both melts in my embrace and responds passionately.
"Better?" I ask, though I know the answer.
"Yes... Empyrean One." Breathlessly.
Fontaine is watching this. With much interest. Is there interest? Nothing that she's giving away bit her pupils are dilated.
There is interest.
Must follow up on that.
"The Mission is to capture the Queen's Eggs." I explain. Nyssa, if you wouldn't mind..." My servantwife starts explaining the project. Limited teleportation to the Lizard homeworld that is psionically out of phase with the normal baryonic universe. Assembly of two strike teams to manage the objective. Testing of Fontaine to see if she was mature enough to handle the leadership for Team 2.
"That just about covers it," Nyssa says in conclusion. "Do you need a visual presentation, Empyrean One?"
"That will be fine, Nyssa. Stand by." And I was delicately hazing Fontaine throughout the entire explanation.
"Wait..." she starts. "All of this planned? The scale alone..."
More haze. Contrition. Shame. Wounded pride. Realizing she doesn't have all the answers.
"It's a bitter pill, isn't it, Captain? Being lapped like this. I'm not your enemy. And I am your better. That's why I'm where I am and you had to prove yourself to me."
Her ego. Wounded! Badly! And there's a small fissure. A chink in her armor. I sneak my best stealth probe in, widening the opening and keeping her blind to it. There's a coverage gap of five percent. Anymore and she would notice but more than enough for my needs. I stabilize it and render it invisible to any other psis.
Success!
Still, must move cautiously. She's cognitive smart and if I move too fast, she may catch on. For now, just a light touch in her mind with lustful admiration of my mind. And, of course, my beauty.
She's getting wet. Excellent. I link in passive controls, nothing that someone like Tara could find, unless she knew where to look. And designed to work through her shielding which I now close up.
Excellent work on my part.

Any and all proceeds (after DeviantArt takes its cut) will go to the National Women's Law Center.
The National Women's Law Center fights for gender justice—in the courts, in public policy, and in our society—working across the issues that are central to the lives of women and girls. They use the law in all its forms to change culture and drive solutions to the gender inequity that shapes our society and to break down the barriers that harm all of us—especially women of color, LGBTQ people, and low-income women and families. For 50 years, they have been on the leading edge of every major legal and policy victory for women.
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