A Fateful Mission

It feels good to be back in his Mistress' office study, receiving new orders concerning his next mission. And yet, at the same time the Subject feels almost… ill at ease. Perhaps because his Mistress doesn't seem quite as pleased as he is.

"If it were up to me, I wouldn't be sending you out quite so soon. Not enough time has passed yet. Two weeks… I'd prefer we lay low for at least a month before your next mission."

It was a telling sign of just how uneasy his Mistress was that she was being so forthright with him. Blinking, Subject Seven cocks his head to the side and… speaks out of turn. Normally, he would remain silent. But his interactions with Elise have begun to rub off on him.

"It is up to you though, Mistress."

His Mistress jolts, her red eyes darting to him sharply at the interruption. Even if it's an interruption solely made in order to reinforce her authority, it's an interruption all the same. Her gaze narrows, and Subject Seven straightens his spine up, staring straight ahead as he awaits a reprimand that never comes.

"… You're right, it is up to me. But in this case, I find that my hand has been forced. This intel I've just received is very fresh and VERY time sensitive. If I don't send you now, the info that you might be able to retrieve will be lost within the day, wiped from the poorly guarded system that it's currently being held within. As such… I must send you. For the good of the plan, your services are required Subject Seven. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

With that, she begins outlining the mission in detail. The compound he'll be infiltrating is a lot like theirs, but bigger and far more populated. His Mistress has all of the details he needs, just like always. She supplies him with blueprints of the facility, access points, and all the gear he'll require to break in, find the access point, and download the relevant files.

"Once you're there, all you need to do is insert this device into the machine. It will copy everything before releasing a virus that will wipe the system of our presence. At which point, you bring the device back to me, and I will take it from there. Do you understand, Subject Seven?"

"I do, Mistress."

"Then approach."

Approach he does, but when he goes to take the device that she's holding out to him, his Mistress draws her hand back. Her eyes dip below his belt for a moment, and her lips purse together.

"Up on the desk."

Blinking owlishly, the Subject does as he's told. His Mistress does not descend to the floor every time that she rewards his work and feeds on his seed. Sometimes, she has him hop up onto her desk, his legs dangling off so that she can be in a more… comfortable position, as she fellates him. However, usually such things take place AFTER the mission. Subject Seven doesn't know what to think about it happening before, this time.

Still, in the end it's as he's continuously explained to Elise these past two weeks. His purpose is not to do the thinking, his purpose is to obey his Mistress, as her ever-loyal tool. Hopping up onto the edge of the desk, he watches in silence as she extracts his cock from its confines.

"Good boy."

It immediately grows hard in her hands, inflating up to its fully erect length. Letting out a light, shuddering breath that sends tingles down the Subject's spine as it washes over his sensitive shaft, his Mistress leans forward, holding his cock in one hand while brushing some of her dark silver hair behind her ear with the other.

Her lips come down on his glans, and she almost begins to kiss his cockhead. This in and of itself is not that unusual. Once in a while, his Mistress will fellate him in an almost tender, almost loving way. He's never thought much about it before, the differences in how she acts sometimes. Only Elise's influence makes him ponder it now.

Still, he does not say a word and his Mistress is soon devouring his length like always, sitting in her chair as she leans forward and bobs her mouth up and down his cock. Her lips suction down over his wide girth, and her free hand goes down below his member, to fondle his balls. She caresses them with her fingertips, running her digits back and forth across his sizable sack even as it churns with a hot, fresh load for her.

Subconsciously, the Subject holds back from cumming right away. He doesn't even know he's doing it, not at first. His Mistress sucks and sucks, and where he would normally blow his load the instant, he was able to… he holds off, an instinctive and involuntary desire for the oral affection to last just a little longer. Her tongue works him over with expert skill, trailing along the underside of his cock when he's deep in her mouth and down the back of her throat, and swishing along his tip whenever she's holding him just within her lips.

It's one of the latter times that her eyes flash as she looks up at him. Pulling off of his cock with a pop, his Mistress looks him right in the eye.

"Cum!"

She barely gets back onto his cock before he starts to cum, a jolt going through him as he jerks in place, very nearly falling off the edge of the desk. She manages to latch her lips around the tip of his dick, but just a second too late, causing some of his seed to ooze out the corners of her mouth and down onto her chin as she gulps and gulps, swallowing every last drop.

The moment she's done, she pulls back and shoves the device into his hand while wiping her mouth clean.

"Leave me. We will talk about this defiance when you return successful!"

Belatedly realizing what he'd done, the Subject feels shame at forcing his Mistress to work so hard for his seed. He departs from her office without a word, heading down to finish gearing up even as he tucks the device, she gave him into a back pocket. Truly, he's not sure what came over him. He didn't… he hadn't meant to…

"Seven! A-Are you going then? O-On a mission?"

Blinking, the Subject is pulled from his thoughts as he looks up to see Elise waiting for him. The young maid has a hesitant smile on her face and looks worried. In that moment, he knows exactly what came over him back in his Mistress' office. Nostrils flaring, the Subject nods curtly.

"Yes, I am."

He walks past her, only for her to follow after him, seemingly fretting over him.

"I… I s-see. Will it be dangerous, d-do you think?"

She was concerned for him. He understood that much, at least. He didn't like it. He didn't like how her concern made him feel warm inside.

"I will be fine. Shouldn't you be attending to your duties?"

"O-Oh! You don't need to worry about me, Seven. I'm ahead of schedule, today! I wanted to see you off before you left… t-to make sure you knew I was rooting for you!"

Damn it, there it was again. Why did Elise's words have such a pronounced effect on him? Gritting his teeth, the Subject focuses on the matter at hand, pulling weapons from his locker, slotting them into their holsters. He would not fail his Mistress. And when all was said and done and he returned, he would throw himself upon her mercy and beg for forgiveness for his transgression.

"I do not require your support. I will succeed because of my training, and because of the enhancements that my Mistress gave me."

"Of c-course. I just… I know you'll do great, Seven. I know you'll come back, stronger than ever."

Despite himself, he pauses upon finishing his preparations. He should just turn and walk away… but instead, he turns to face Elise, who is watching him with a complicated expression on her face. He half-scowls at her… but in the end, says what he wants to say despite feeling like he shouldn't say anything.

"Thank you."

Her answering smile immediately brightens her entire face, and she clasps her hands together in front of her, turning from side to side as she nods happily. Then, clearly out of sheer impulse, the crimson-haired maid leans forward and plants a chaste kiss on his forehead before drawing back.

"Succeed or fail, j-just come back safe, okay?"

He almost responds, he almost says 'I will'… but that honestly feels a step too far. She is NOT his Mistress, and he's already received his orders. So, in the end, Seven gives her a curt nod and departs, not another word passing between them… even as he fails to notice that's the first time, he's thought of himself by just the moniker she calls him by, rather than 'the Subject' or 'Subject Seven'.

-x-X-x-

With the amount of information his Mistress was able to give him about the target, infiltrating the enemy compound is child's play. Which, given his size and looks, was more literal than figurative. Slipping past their perimeter was simply enough, and once he was inside, Seven crept forward with all the confidence of a seasoned infiltrator. This was not his first mission, nor even his tenth mission. He knew what he was doing, and he did it well.

First things first, disabling the security system. With the blueprints, he was able to plot out his route ahead of time, and soon found his way to the compound's control room. There, an overweight man in a security uniform was sitting in front of an entire bank of monitors and controls, while eating chips with pudgy fingers dipping into a bag he had on his belly.

As Seven enters the room, he hears the distinct sounds of a woman sucking cock coming from underneath the man's desk… and sure enough, a glance shows a girl in an identical uniform as the man is down there, bobbing away like her future depends on it. Depending on their places within the hierarchy of this compound, her future very well might depend on it. Regardless, Seven had to deal with both of them.

This wasn't an assassination mission… but Seven couldn't risk an alarm being sounded. And so, his dagger goes through the back of the fat slob's neck and burns through his spine instantly, turning him into a paraplegic as he gurgles and chokes from the sudden inability to move. Beneath the desk, his cock warmer pulls off with a pop and calls out to him.

"Sir? Are you alright? Y-You're not choking on a chip again, are you?"

When the obese security officer continues to gurgle and choke, she hurriedly crawls out from under the table… and is instantly met with a cloth dosed in the same chemical mixture that Seven had used on Elise. Unlike Elise, he wasn't taking this woman back with him. For one, she wasn't a maid, she was a security officer. For two, he simply didn't have the time.

As soon as she's down, he hurriedly ties her up, restraining her. Unlike the man, who would fight to get free, she would remain bound and gagged if she woke up, up until someone else found her. Seven didn't pretend to understand why that was the way things were, he merely knew from experience that women stayed tied up and men did not.

Meanwhile, the male security guard finally expires, dying just as Seven finds the shut down for the security system, turning it off with the flick of a switch before slipping out of the room like he was never there. Of course, he was… and he'd certainly left quite a mess behind him. But that was for someone else to clean up. He had a mission to accomplish.

The silent disabling of their security system left the rest of the compound defenseless and unaware. Sneaking his way to his ultimate destination, Seven only has to deal with one more guard, taking him down and dragging him out of sight, before he finally arrives at the door of the room containing the system he's here to download. Looking left and right, Seven slips into the room as soundless as a mouse.

What he finds is what he expects. Computer banks, wires all over the place, and one large control panel in the center of the room. It's just as his Mistress described, and after checking his corners and making sure it's not an ambush, Seven hurries over to the control panel, pulling the device that his Mistress had given him out and holding it aloft.

Finding where it's supposed to go in the control panel is the work of seconds, and with a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, Seven slots the device in, watching as the large screen in front of him begins to glitch out. Just as his Mistress said, the device would download all of the information in the system, and then wipe the whole thing.

He watches, somewhat impatient and fidgety, as that happens. He watches as the screen goes black, signifying that the device has done its work. Seven reaches for the device itself, intending to pluck it from the machine so he can go… only for an electric shock to strike his fingertips, causing him to jolt back in surprise and confusion.

His confusion only lasts a moment though. As the screen comes back to life and a man's face appears on it, Seven immediately turns and tries to run. However, before he can reach the door, metal sheets slide down from the ceiling, and continue descending all across the room. A trap. It had all been a trap.

"By now you'll be realizing that this was a trap. Welcome to the end of the road, kid."

Slowly turning back around to face the big screen, Seven stares at the face predominantly spread across it. He's a big man, whoever it is. Broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, blonde locks. He has his arms crossed over his chest, showing that each of his biceps are practically as big as Seven's torso. Grinning, the blond man chuckles, as if he can see the death glare that Seven is currently giving him.

"I'm sure you're not too happy about this. Before I go on, know that this is a recording, so if you're asking questions, you can stop. I can't hear you, brat. Not to worry though, you and I will be getting acquainted soon enough!"

Of course. They would have to send people in to get him out. Seven's eyes immediately start darting around the room, taking in his surroundings. It's easy enough to find a silver lining… if he can just deal with whoever comes in after him, he can get out of this with ease.

"But not before I get acquainted with Katrina d'Paladias, I'm afraid."

Stiffening, Seven looks back at the screen once again. THAT name gets his attention. It's not a name he ever thinks about, but it is a name he knows VERY well. It is, after all, the name of his Mistress.

"Yeah, she was a fucking idiot, wasn't she? Sending you out here… and leaving herself all alone and unprotected. So convinced of her safety because of her anonymity. But let me tell you something brat, once you catch the attention of the Lord of the Quadrant, you don't get to have anonymity. Not anymore."

The Lord of the Quadrant… he was several steps above the Planetary Governor that Seven had killed. The Planetary Governor answered to the Solar Baron in charge of the entire System, who in turn answered to the Lord of the Quadrant along with all of the other Solar Barons. The Lord of the Quadrant shouldn't have had his eyes on Seven's Mistress. That wasn't part of the plan, at least not that Seven knew of.

"I can practically feel your disbelief from all the way back here in the past when I'm recording this message, boy. What did you think would happen? Well, I suppose YOU didn't do much thinking at all, did you? But then, neither did that stupid bitch Katrina. You off a Planetary Governor like you did on her orders, and of course it's going to catch people's attention. Nobles hate it when their kind die, because it's a reminder that none of them are as immortal as they want to be."

Grinning wickedly, the broad-chested man lets out a bark of laughter.

"Which is why they called me in. When a stupid, over-confident cunt is playing their games better than they can, they send for me. You probably don't know me, so allow me to introduce myself. The name's Richard Thaddeus. I'm the Pirate Lord around these parts. And, no hard feelings kid, but while you've been sat here with your thumb stuck up your ass listening to this recording, the real me has been ball's deep inside Katrina d'Paladias' cunt this entire time."

No. No, no, no. Seven doesn't know what to do, tensing up and untensing reflexively, eyes darting around for a way out that will come faster than this bastard's men. He knows what a Pirate Lord is, obviously. They were effectively the illegal counterpart of a Lord of the Quadrant. Because of course you couldn't have a functioning galaxy without a sizable criminal underbelly. But for the Pirate Lord to be working for or with the Lord of the Quadrant? That wasn't right, was it? It didn't make sense!

"Don't you worry your little head about that though. Just sit tight, kiddo, and I'll get to you when I'm done with her. We'll see if there's anything worth salvaging from that fucked up head of yours."

And with that, the monitor shuts off, the message coming to an end. At the same time, the room begins to rumble, the metal plating beginning to retract back up the walls as it reverts to the way it was before. Jolting with a start, realizing what's about to happen, Seven turns to face the door he'd come in through, the only entrance and exit out of this room.

Palming his daggers, he grits his teeth, dull red eyes blazing with anger as a need for violence thrums through his person.

The first guard through the door dies violently as Seven lands on him and digs his laser-daggers into the man's chest, using the momentum to push them both out into the corridor. From there, it's obvious that the squad of mercenaries the Pirate Lord has hired weren't completely informed of his capabilities. Or maybe the Pirate Lord himself didn't know what Seven was capable of.

One way or another, he doesn't stop until they're all dead. And then he runs. He runs like the hounds of hell are nipping at his heels. But he's not running away from anything, despite the compound coming alive with activity that shouldn't have been possible after he disabled the security system. No, he's running towards something. Towards his Mistress, towards his sole purpose in life.

He has to save her. He… he doesn't know what he'll do if he can't.

-x-X-x-

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