John did indeed sing several more songs that evening, some more fast-paced, others romantic. Rei started to fall asleep, so Sandy took her up to their room while John finished two more songs, egged on by Lucy’s clapping. They danced several times as he was singing, his Tsuma completely intoxicated by his voice. 

Unnoticed by John, many of the women in the room had also become enraptured by his singing and, seeing that he was already taken, started eyeing the men around them. If it wasn’t for the fact that many of them were already well beyond their childbearing years, Blackstone may have seen a baby boom in nine months from John’s performance alone. They might still, as there were many younger middle-aged women in the crowd.

Mia was not immune to his voice either, feeling a stirring in her nether regions that she had never felt before. However, with some significant cultural differences and the way Susie had conditioned her mind and body over the last five years, she grew even more uncomfortable with the situation. She finished her drink and retired to her room, alone. 

Finally, John ended his last song, then bowed to the crowd and wheeled Lucy up to their room. With his adrenaline rush over with, he was nearly dead on his feet, which is why he didn’t notice something was amiss at first.

“Rei? REI!” Lucy shouted, causing John’s eye to snap forward. On the floor by the kitchenette, both Rei and Sandy were sprawled out in an odd position. He started to rush forward when something connected with the back of his head, knocking him out cold. 

Mia couldn’t get to sleep. 

She was lying in her bed, trying to get her bondholder’s voice out of her mind. The passion in his voice has stirred something deep inside of her, more so than any of the chants and hymns that Clan Steel Viper had during their various ceremonies. She had heard Freebirth music before, but listening to it on a tiny speaker around a bunch of drunken pirates was a pale comparison to the visceral feelings that John Wayne had dug up inside of her when he sang for Mechwarrior Lucy.

Why though? He is so old! He could be my genefather, or genegrandfather for that matter. (Genefather or Genemother, it’s where these trueborn clans warriors DNA comes from. They are test tube babies, to maintain the best traits of a warrior’s bloodline.)

She wanted to touch herself to the sound of his voice, to release the building tension inside of her, but every time she tried to reach down to her underwear, a mental shock hit her and forced her to pull back. Susie Morgaine-Ryan had forced her to wear these weird steel shorts whenever they were not in battle, which would give her an electric shock anytime she tried to touch herself. When she discovered that she was still an intact virgin, she declared that she would be a gift to her future husband, so that he could at least take someone’s chastity on their wedding night. 

Susie would make her watch every time she had intimacy with someone, sometimes forcing her to serve them with her mouth as well. She would use the pants to stimulate her when she did it, but never allowed her to come to completion. She would then beat her when she was close, for daring to try to have an orgasm from anything that was not her future husband’s cock.  

It was one of the many ways that Stravag had broken her mind.

She thought she had become more numb to these feelings over the years, but her bondholder’s voice brought them back to the surface with a fury and desire she did not know she possessed. 

Sex was not taboo within the warrior caste, though the women were given powerful birth control pills so as not to pull a frontline fighter away from the lines by accidental pregnancies. It was almost a casual thing amongst them, amongst comrades for the purpose of pleasure and recreation, though she had never felt the need back then. Not to mention her eyes were considered a bad omen, and most men had stayed away from her during downtime. 

So she focused on training harder instead, to prove them all wrong. She managed to disable two mechs during her ‘Blooding’, the trial that deemed her worthy of joining the warrior cast. That earned her the position of Star Commander, and she nearly disabled the third mech, which would have earned her the rank of Star Captain. They both shut down at the same time, which the judges ruled a draw. 

Still, she was considered a Ristar, and after her first successful action, she was allowed to compete in the Trial of Bloodrite. Which she easily won, earning her surname of Blackwell. Things were looking up for her until it all came crashing down. The Jade Falcons, their sworn enemies, had used underhanded tactics when her unit sent them a Batchall, claiming their forces were weaker than they actually were. 

Then, after the loss, they claimed the remaining Omnimechs* her unit had as their isorla (Spoils of war) and insulted them, saying their warriors were not worth taking as bondsmen and that they could return to their homes in shame. That was when they had a misjump and ended up in Susie Morgaine-Ryan’s filthy hands, and what began the breaking of the poor former Star Commander. 

It is what I deserved for my failure.

With a deep sigh, she rolled over to the side of the bed and stood up. She didn’t know the customs of these freeborn people, but she was going to go see John Wayne and beg him to help her. She would use her mouth to pleasure him if he wanted in return, or the rest of her body. In her mind, it was technically his now, anyway. 

She also wanted to talk with Mechwarrior Lucy. Being a mother was not something a warrior ever contemplated; the contraceptives the clans fed the women in the warrior caste blocked many of the hormones that make someone want to start a family. She had been off them for so long now that she was beginning to get strange feelings, and seeing that little surat (a cute little monkey clanners sometimes kept as a pet) child of hers bounce around excitedly stirred something inside of her she did not know she had. 

She pulled her shorts and white t-shirt over her plain white underwear and put her combat boots back on. She checked herself in the bathroom mirror after rinsing her mouth out with water and a washcloth. She thought she was an attractive woman, though her eyes really did throw a lot of her fellow Clansmen off, to the point that they wouldn’t meet her gaze unless it was official business. She adjusted her collar a bit, the contraption reminding her that she was still a slave and not a proper Bondsman. Maybe she could convince John Wayne to allow her to wear the proper wristband indicating her position.  

With a nod, she left her room and went to her bondholder’s room, hoping he was still awake. 

R-18 in the scene below. Spoiler if you are concerned about what it is

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John came to in a daze, not sure exactly where he was for a few moments. He looked around, trying to get his bearings. He was in a grey room with rough stone walls and a door made with metal bars. There were several people beside him, all tied up and gagged. His eyes landed on the little girl beside him, and the rage that upwelled inside of him cleared his mind. Rei was unconscious, looking quite bruised and battered; her arms, legs, and mouth had all been duct taped. 

Beside her was Lucy, also beaten unconscious, her prosthetics removed. She was gagged and had her arms taped up. There were several other people there, but none he recognised. 

He tried to move and speak, but he had also been gagged and restrained. His sword was no longer on him, though he could still feel the power coursing through his body, fueling him with energy as his anger grew. He tried to break the tape, twisting his arms, but it would take some time to free himself.

Okay, I was captured somehow. Can I use any of these skills to break out?

He glanced at the list, but other than the Warcraft Paladin spells, nothing could be done without him speaking. His rage was refilling his mana, albeit slowly, but if he could break out of either his cuffs or get the gag off, he could break them out of here fairly quickly. He started wetting the tape on his mouth with his saliva, poking at it with his tongue. 

A scream echoed from outside the cell they were trapped in, followed by several slaps and a shouting woman’s voice. “Lick it, you cunt, else I will cut something else off! You dare betray us to those guards!”

That sounded like that fucking pirate! How did… god damn it, those cells!

Muffled screams could continue to be heard, along with that woman getting off to whoever she was raping right now. John was picturing the worst in his mind and was guiltily thankful that it wasn’t happening to Lucy right then. He nearly had his tape cuffs off when gunfire started to echo through the hallways, along with the shouts of men and women. 

Mia appeared at the door to the cell, holding onto the Sword of Truth in one hand, a small pistol in the other. “I am here, John Wayne.” She said, holding the sword through the door. He shuffled forwards, and with a quick swipe of his wrists, undid the last of the tape. He carefully removed the tape from his mouth, freeing his lips finally. 

“How did you even find us?” He said, activating his armour now that he could touch his belt buckle. 

“I was a captive with these dezgra for five years, I know many of their safe houses.”

“I could kiss you right now. Thank you for rescuing us.”

“That would be agreeable, John Wayne; however, I believe now is not the time. There are more of them still. I was only able to find a couple of Guards who were still sober enough to help.” She replied, handing him his sword.

“Right. Dig!” He shouted, destroying the lock. He took one last look at Lucy and Rei, his anger stoking the rage he felt even further. “Heal, Heal.” He said, boosting the power of the base spell beyond what even Middle Heal could do normally. Both of their bodies mended quickly, but he did not wait around to see if they would awaken. 

He had pirates to kill. 

Susie had no bloody clue what was happening. One minute she was riding this former pirate’s face, holding a razor to this bitches other nipple, getting ready to slice it off too once she reached her orgasm, the next there was gunfire echoing through their safe house. 

She was broken out of the Guard’s facility earlier, their people on the inside having no difficulty opening the old doors of those cells. She then found out where that John Wayne idiot was living, and laid a trap for him. It was quite the lucky find, that man. He had a family she could torture him with, and he had a wonderful singing voice. She was planning to make him sing for her every day now, before raping his ass in front of his family.

That’s what he gets for trying to capture me! 

Standing up, she gave the woman a kick to the head and spit on her, then moved to the nearby desk and hefted a fairly large automatic shotgun. Whoever had attacked them was about to have a very bad day. 

Maybe I will ride them until they are about to cum, then shoot them just before they orgasm. I haven’t done that one in a while. 

She stepped out of the room, intent on killing someone, but was immediately assaulted. Her weapon was slashed in half before she had a chance to even use it, and a heavily armoured boot hit her in the chest.  She crashed to the floor, dazed for a moment, then felt the weight of something ungodly heavy on her chest and something sharp at her neck. 

A man stood on top of her, wearing some sort of black and white armour she did not recognise. It did not appear to be power armour, but just a mixture of steel plates and woven chains. The sword, however, was the one that the guard had used to prod her with before, and she had stripped off his body back at his apartment. 

“I don’t think anything will be going near my ass, thank you very much. Now, Susie Moraine-Ryan, for your crimes both known and unknown, I sentence you to death. Mia, the honour is yours.” That man’s voice said from underneath the helmet. 

From behind him was her slave, the one she had captured and groomed for years as a gift to her husband to be. A terrifying expression was on her face, those two coloured eyes looking down at her with nothing but hatred. A small, bullpup revolver pointed at her face, and the last thing the princess of the Greater Valkyrate heard was the voice of her rebellious slave.

“Haunt my dreams no longer, Witch. I have found a Wizard to protect me.”

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Click, Click, Click, Click*

* – Omnimech’s were the Clan’s pinnacle of technology at this point in the Battletech universe. They were modular and could swap out weapon systems, armour, and other components fairly quickly compared to traditional mechs. They were more expensive to build in many ways, but their running costs were lower and spare parts more readily available.  

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