A Narrow Escape

It's a race against time, but what else can he do? With all the speed he's capable of, Seven rushes back to base, back to his Mistress' side. A million thoughts run through his head, but each is discarded as swiftly as the next. He should never have left her side… but then, that would have meant disobeying his Mistress. He shouldn't have fallen for such an obvious trap… except it had all seemed so normal until the end.

The entire mission, from start to finish, had been a trap. Nothing more than a ploy designed to get him away from his base, away from his Mistress' side so that this man, this Richard Thaddeus, could attack. Was the man actually the Pirate Lord of the Quadrant? Seven wasn't sure what to think about that. The Pirate Lords were the masters of the criminal underworld, stylizing themselves as a sort of faux nobility in order to place themselves on the same level as the actual nobility that ran the galaxy.

The idea that they had some sort of arrangement with the actual nobles wasn't all that farfetched, the more Seven thought about it. But then, surely his Mistress should have known, right? Surely, she would have realized something was wrong. Ah, but then she had, hadn't she? She'd even told him as much before sending him on this mission, in a bit of uncharacteristic clarity. She'd explained that she wouldn't normally send him out so soon after his last mission, but that this was too critical.

The intel they baited their trap with must have been too juicy for his Mistress to pass up. And now… now she was likely paying for it.

He hated acknowledging it, but deep down inside, Seven knows this is no race against time. He's already too late, isn't he? And yet, he still pushes onward, he still rushes back to base with all haste. After all, what is a tool without it's wielder? What is a weapon without a master? His purpose is at his Mistress' side, doing her bidding.

All he can truly hope for at this point is that the man on the screen was lying about the timing. Perhaps he'd managed to infiltrate the base faster than expected, reaching the final room too early. After all, it was a recording, so perhaps the timing was completely off, perhaps they hadn't properly assessed his skills, or something. Perhaps he could still get back to his Mistress' side when she needed him most, before they reached her.

Alas, that was not to be. As he comes within range of the compound, Seven can already see men in the dozens swarming it. The place has already been besieged and then taken from the look of things, with the security systems destroyed and the defenses torn away and laid bare for the attackers to wade through.

The base, the only home Seven has ever known, is currently in the process of being looted and ransacked. It doesn't bode well for the women inside. His first instinct is to attack, to just start killing and not stop until the work is done. But his rational mind is able to overcome his instincts, his enhanced senses allowing him to catalog the weapons and armor that the men who have attacked his home are wearing.

Compared to the guards from the compound he just absconded from, these men are wearing heavy duty equipment, the elite of the elite. If Seven attacks, he's sure he can kill a few… but not before they sound the alarm, and he has no clue how many would then be waiting for him in the base itself. No, in the end he knows that he has to be careful here, for the sake of his Mistress and reaching her side as swiftly as possible.

Luckily for him, his size and nature make it easy enough to slip undetected into the ransacked and conquered compound. News of his escape must not have reached these people yet, because there's not really any sort of defensive perimeter. They aren't acting as guards, they're acting like brigands, like pirates and thieves, looting what they like, taking anything not nailed down. And in the case of certain valuable technology, taking what's nailed down as well.

Sneaking past them is even easier than the other compound, since they aren't really on the look out for intruders. THEY are the intruders, after all. Of course, Seven still can't risk being seen, he's not dressed like them and would stand out too much in this situation anyways. So, he takes to the vents, forced to crawl through his own home's ventilation shafts to get to his Mistress' office, where he can only hope she's holed up and managed to remain secure all this time.

However, such hopes are dashed by the distinctive, familiar sounds of feminine moaning and flesh slapping against flesh as Seven gets closer and closer. Reaching the grating of the vent high in the wall of his Mistress' office, Seven peers in and sees what his ears have already told him.

There, behind his Mistress' desk, are two people. One of them is the same man from the recording. Richard Thaddeus, just as big and hulking as he was on the screen, if not more so in real life. Broad shouldered, broad chested, and packing quite a bit of muscle. In front of him is Seven's Mistress, her dark silver hair disheveled and unkempt… and her beautiful, voluptuous body exposed, her clothing torn from her to the very last stich, every single inch of her pale flesh naked and revealed.

But that's not the worst part. Nor, even, is the worst part that he's fucking her. Richard has Katrina d'Paladias, Seven's Mistress, bent over her own desk and is thrusting into her from behind hard and fast. With one large meaty hand easily grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back, her entire spine is arched in passion and ecstasy as he brutally fucks her from behind.

But no, that's not the worst of it. The worst of it is the look on Katrina d'Paladias' face, her dull red eyes filled with hearts, her stern and no-nonsense expression replaced by a flushed red contortion of ecstasy and pleasure as her tongue sticks straight out of her mouth, which is open in one continuous moan. Fucked from behind hard and fast, it's clear from the expression on her face and the way her naked form is covered in sweat, that this has been going on for a long time. Perhaps even, the entire time that Seven has been away on his mission.

S-SMACK!

In his hidden space, Seven jolts as Richard rears back his free hand and lays it heavily into Katrina's ass, spanking Seven's Mistress. And not for the first time either, if the reddened state of her buttocks is any indication, even as she squeals like a pig from the blow.

"Who do you belong to, bitch?! Who's your fucking Master?"

"EEEEEH!!! It's you! You're my Master! Fuck me harder! Sho good! Your cock is amazing! Pound me! Fuck me! BREEEED MEEEE!!!"

Laughing callously, the Pirate Lord leans into it a bit more, reaching around and groping and squeezing at her tits as he fucks her harder.

"I might just do that, slut. You'd look good, pregnant. Some women don't fill out well, but you… yeah, you'd be a nice mama pig, wouldn't you?"

"Oink! Oink! A-Anything for you, Master! Give this sow slut lots of babies~"

Seven flinches at hearing such language from his Mistress' lips. He's… it's not the first time he's seen a woman break so effectively. It doesn't take much, Elise and the Planetary Governor being only the most recent display of such a thing that he's witnessed. A good hard fuck was the only thing that most women in the galaxy needed to realize their love for dick, and more specifically, the biggest dick they could attach themselves to.

But… not his Mistress. Never in a million years had Seven thought he would see his Mistress in such a state. His Adam's apple bobs in his throat as tears sting at his eyes. His hands claw at the inside of the ventilation shaft in impotent rage. Impotent… because he doesn't know if there's anything he can really do.

If it were just his Mistress and the Pirate Lord, Seven would have already attacked. As… damaged as his Mistress would be by this encounter, he could still save her, like… like he'd saved Elise. But it's not just his Mistress and the big-dicked Pirate Lord in her office. The entire space is lined with the Pirate Lord's men, a good two squads of soldiers. And if Seven had thought those outside were elite, these were the elite of those elite, judging by their armor and weapons.

There was no doubt in his mind that the Pirate Lord had his own personal shielding as well. Seven could make an attempt at his life anyways, but he would probably not even make it halfway across the room before he was killed. But then… what other choice did he have?

Sliding his large masculine hand up from Katrina's chest to her neck and then her jaw, Richard grips tightly, his fingers squeezing her cheeks in a humiliating and embarrassing manner as she continues to squeal and shriek her praises for her new Master.

"Quiet, bitch. One of my men has something to tell me, and I guarantee it's more important than anything that could come out of your sow mouth."

Quieting down, Katrina falls forward onto the desk as he lets go of her upper body, allowing her to drop. His hands re-focus on her shapely hips, squeezing none-too-gently into her ass cheeks with his thumbs as he continues to drive his no-doubt massive cock into her clenching, squeezing quim from behind. At the same time though, the Pirate Lord's focus is on one of his men, who Seven hadn't noticed stepping forward in silence until Richard pointed him out.

"Sir! The squads at the false base have reported back!"

"And?"

"Complete failure, sir! The boy designated as 'Subject Seven' slipped his noose and was last seen heading in this direction! The capture squad suffered one hundred percent casualties which is why we're only hearing about it now, they just found the bodies, milord!"

The man, despite being completely encased in high tech power armor, sounds nervous as he delivers the bad news to Richard Thaddeus. The Pirate Lord is quiet for a moment, and Seven leans forward in anticipation. He's used to striking fear into the hearts of his targets, he's used to them panicking when they realize he's… inevitable. But never before has he wanted that to happen then right now in this moment, and not just because it might give him a chance to save his Mistress, if the Pirate Lord starts to panic.

Alas, Richard Thaddeus seems intent on ruining Seven's day. After that quiet moment passes, the Pirate Lord doesn't begin to panic or issue orders… he just laughs. He laughs, and he delivers another harsh slap to Katrina's ass as he continues to pound her into her own desk.

"Hear that, woman? Sounds like your little pet is more capable than you are!"

Moaning wantonly, Katrina d'Paladias quivers in abject ecstasy beneath her new master, even as she mumbles something that only Seven picks up thanks to his enhanced hearing.

"He's a good boy…"

Richard either doesn't care or doesn't hear her murmuring, because he just keeps on fucking her, even as he shrugs at the man in charge of delivering the bad news.

"Let the little brat come! Maybe seeing his precious 'Mistress' in this state will knock him out of that beta male mentality she's taught him. Or maybe he'll try to fucking save her and die in the attempt! Fuck if I care! Bahahaha!"

"Sir! Yes, sir!"

Seven isn't used to feeling this much emotion. Hatred and despair in equal amounts. Fury, racing through every fiber of his being right alongside the bone-deep knowledge that this is the end. He could rush out there. He SHOULD rush out there. Save his Mistress or die trying. Really, are there any other options for a tool like him?

But… he knows that he won't succeed. He'll die trying. And maybe that's okay. Better a broken and destroyed tool then a discarded failure, right? Palming his laser-daggers, priming them for the attack, Seven clenches his jaw as he prepares to kick open the vent and leap out. He'll only have a single second to act before they're all on him, and he knows he needs to make it count. Even if he can't kill the bastard currently raping his Mistress into a compliant puddle of over-sexed flesh, he'll fucking scare him if it's the last thing he does.

One dagger to hopefully break the shield, the other to slam into the man's chest. By that point, the others in the room will likely take him down. Hell, with their tech, they'll probably take him down before he can throw the second dagger and do any real damage. But there's no other option. This is the end-

"P-Please! Please, no!"

Jolting in his hiding spot, Seven's head whips around as his enhanced hearing catches something down another corridor of the ventilation system. Elise's voice reaches his ears with ease, sounding panicked and afraid. Her initial begging is followed shortly after by a scream and the distinctive ripping of clothing, even as males laughing and jeering at her also reaches his senses.

From the sound of things, Elise has managed to hide out… until now. But now she's been discovered, and it sounds as if she's about to suffer the same fate as his Mistress. Just like that, Seven finds himself at a crossroads. The Subject in him says he must save his Mistress or die trying. But… but the Seven in him recognizes an opportunity to actually save Elise, rather than simply throwing himself into certain death.

Mouth dry, dull red eyes wide in the shadows of the ventilation system, Subject Seven's world shrinks down to a pinpoint. On the one hand, the wanton moans of Katrina d'Paladias in the room just beyond, as Richard Thaddeus fucks her all too willing body from behind, pounding her against the desk beneath her. On the other hand, Elise the red-haired maid, struggling uselessly in the grip of more men in another part of the base.

For the first time in his life, Seven makes a conscious choice… he turns and leaves his Mistress to her fate and rushes to save Elise. Making his way back through the ventilation system, he arrives just in time to find Elise on her back in the cleaning closet where she'd clearly run and hide. Her silver maid uniform, the one that he'd taken the measurements for and had made for her, is torn open, exposing one of her breasts. Her skirts are hiked up to her waist, and a hole has been made in her nylons as well.

There's a pirate between her legs, stroking his disgusting, unwashed cock as he cackles in her face. Two more of his buddies stand behind and on either side of him, stroking their own dicks as they chuckle as well.

"Man, was smart of you to use the life-scanner to check for any hidden honies, Bret."

"Aye, boss said there was only the one bitch in this place and that he called dibs, but luckily for us, boss can't be right all the time."

"Heh, pretty sure I know who this bitch is too. WE all know that it was the cunt's brat that killed the Planetary Governor… but there's a bounty on the maid that was accused of being an accessory in the death as well, did ya know that?"

"Oi, you serious? This little bitch?!"

"Who else could she be? The nobles will pay a pretty penny for this cunt to be able to make a proper… example out of her. But first, let's have some fun."

Rather than respond, his two cohorts say nothing as the first pirate looms over Elise while she sobs and shakes her head, eyes closed tightly shut. The silence besides her sobbing is somewhat deafening, causing the pirate thug to turn and look back in confusion.

"Why'd you two st-urk!"

As he turns, he gets a very small glance of his friends, both crumpled into heaps with smoking holes in their foreheads. That's all he gets, before Seven applies one of his laser daggers to the pirate's forehead as well, giving him a frontal lobotomy followed by a quick twist of his blade inside of the man's brain pan, before pulling the weapon free.

With one hand on the corpse's shoulder, Seven shoves him to the side, leaving nothing and no one between him and Elise, who by this point has opened her eyes in confusion. She stares up at him incomprehensively for a moment, before lunging forward and hugging him in relief.

"Y-You came! S-Seven, I knew you'd come back! Oh god… oh god, I think they already have your Mistress, we need to s-save her! We need to-!"

"No."

Cocking his head to the side, he can already hear it. Orders being given over the earpieces of the three pirates he just killed to go on high alert and start keeping a look out for him. His arrival is anticipated now, expected even, and the only spot of luck he has timing wise is that he's already on the premises and they're all being told to scout the perimeter and start preparing for a one-man assault. But Seven can't do that. He's already made his choice. And he hasn't saved Elise just to deliver her into the same hands as the ones currently… currently on his Mistress' body.

"N-No?"

"It's too late. We're leaving."

Elise's mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. In the end, Seven has to take her by the hand and pull her somewhat roughly to her feet. Then begins the not-so-fun task of making their way through the compound to the one avenue of escape that they have. They can't go out the way Seven came in. It worked for one small well-trained infiltrator, but with Elise, they'd be spotted almost instantly.

Of course, even by the time they make it to his Mistress' secret hangar, where the escape vessel she'd prepared was located, there are already pirates there, gathered around the outside door. It would seem like the Pirate Lord is already busy plumbing his Mistress for all her secrets, and she, in her broken and willing state, is giving him everything.

Pushing Elise out of sight around the corner, Seven moves in and does what he does best. It's not easy, and he actually takes a grazing shot across one of his arms in the process, but once again, the squad of pirates dies to his blades to the last man. Of course, not only does he get partially shot, but one of them gets a warning off to his buddies at the same time, turning Seven and Elise's escape into even more of a mad dash as he drags the shellshocked maid onto the emergency evacuation vessel and fires up the engine.

He would have piloted this vessel out of here for his Mistress if they'd had to leave in a hurry, so he's more than capable of flying it, having been trained extensively in its controls. Unfortunately, the time for them to run was apparently weeks ago. Now… now it's too late to do anything but save Elise.

And so, with pirates converging on their location, Seven bypasses a lot of the normal startup checks, blasts the hangar doors open when they refuse to respond to his codes… and launches out into the open night air as sirens and alarms begin to ring out from the city below. But it would be a pretty shitty escape vessel if it could be targeted or locked onto by the missile towers and laser defense grid that the city, they'd lived in boasted.

For the first time in Seven's entire life, he finds himself leaving the planet of his 'birth' behind, rocketing upwards and out into space with no one but Elise at his side.

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