Mari lept to embrace Easy the moment she saw her. Liddy let out a massive sigh of relief, knowing how much worse things would have been for Mari if she had lost Easy as well. As they kissed, Liddy looked around at the fields where many were still working away in between glances up at the commotion. She inwardly raged at the utter wrongness of the collars she had just learned about. What they made them do, what they made her friends do. She decided that inward rage was useless, and screamed at the top of her lungs.

“You fucking fuckers!” Liddy yelled looking around for anyone who had been involved.

Her eyes settled on a group of three men who had chosen to surrender when the airship came out of nowhere and unleashed a fusillade of machine gun fire at them. Now, sitting on the ground with their hands bound, they watched in fear as the blonde woman stormed over to them. Liddy cursed and swore as she approached and continued to do so as she flung her fists down upon them. They called for help, but Conna simply took her brass knuckles out of her pocket to toss to Liddy.

Taking a pause to put the knuckles, on Liddy found time for some more coherent words, “Calling for help? How many times did these people call for help before you put the collars on? Did any of you listen? Did you?!”

Liddy laid into them again with greater effect. Conna struck one of the men as he tried to crawl away while Liddy was busy pummeling his friend. Angry at all of them, the only rest they had was when her rage made her lash out at another target. Bloody and beaten, the men lay there as Liddy threw weaker and weaker strikes at them as she grew tired from the effort. Openly weeping, Liddy was pulled up by Conna, who gently took the brass knuckles off her and put them back in her pocket.

Inky approached, “Well, everyone who matters is fine. The girls are getting the child crates open, the man and she-devil are finding the keys to everyone's collars. You alright?”

“No, I am not,” Liddy said in a huff. “I’m not able to hurt them enough for what they did.”

“I’m sure we will manage. But for now, we need to get things sorted. The ones already freed are getting the kids out of the crates in the loading zones. Thankfully most were just empty. We need to go through their records to find mothers, but it should be doable. Probably want to take a look yourself.”

“I will, after I… she-devil?”

“Oh, yes. Come with me.”

Conna remained outside to guard other prisoners as they were rounded up while Liddy followed Inky. She saw crates being opened and tossed aside if they were empty but two of the men had stopped to hold children they found. They looked up at her passing before returning to their duty. In the trench, Liddy could see many Emberborn still breeding as enthusiastically as ever. Also in the hall was the man Inky pointed out as Adler wearing a monocle and checking the collars before writing on tags that he attached to them.

“Each collar has its own key and the labels are invisible. So it's slow going until we get them all. Unlocking the men first so there is no shortage of willing women.”

Liddy clenched her fists in rage, but found the sight of sex around her alluring and almost envied the women for a brief time. “How's Foxy?”

“All things considered, she's holding up. Won't really know until things calm down and she has to face things.”

They entered a very busy room where Foxy sat at the desk writing down numbers as Emma read them with her own monocle. A powerful voice startled Liddy.

“Slow going but it will get done,” Vile spoke.

Still wearing the bed sheet but much more sensibly bound to her form and singed at the edges, Vile smiled with a bow. Liddy stared up at the woman who was two meters tall and towering over her. Her soft, friendly expression at odds with the powerful body it belonged to. A pair of tails whipped about behind her.

Liddy stood there with her mouth agape.

“Yup, that's what I said,” Inky agreed. “Captain Liddy, meet Vile. She has been helping us and was key to the survival of our people as well as in taking this whole place. Vile, this is my Captain, Liddy.”

“A pleasure to meet you.” Vile smiled with a deeper bow to try and come down to eye level with Liddy.

She failed, only giving Liddy an eyeful down her chest, “Fuck me.” Neither Liddy, who muttered the words, Inky, or Vile knew if that was a request or simply an exclamation.

Vile blushed purple and Foxy let out a giggle as she looked over to shake her head before explaining what happened to Emma. Around them, freed slaves were being given clothing and told what they could do to help or to just go rest outside. Most seemed in a daze or in shock over finally getting their minds back. Cat and Ving came into the room holding boxes full of paper that they dropped on one of the exam tables.

“Birth records,” Vile explained. “The most recent ones anyway. Should help us identify parents. Or rather the mothers.”

“Any yours?” Liddy asked delicately.

“No, I was a personal servant and he didn't want to share me.”

“I’m sorry about that all the same.”

“I appreciate that. The little elf said you were on our side of things. I’m glad you came.”

“I would never leave my girls behind. Where is Leira?”

“Oh, she's resting,” Inky spoke up. “In the private bed of the late administrator. Hurt her back and desperately needed to relax. Should be fine, though.”

“Right. Good. But none of this will last if we don't do something.”

“My plan was to get everyone into the forest and hope they don't catch us all again,” Vile explained.

“Not good enough. I need to seize this land, free these people from the law, and hurt whoever profited from this place.” Liddy was angry again.

“Not so simple. We were all property, so they weren't breaking any laws.”

“They were when they lied to me about that job and took my girls. I will use that to do whatever I can to them.”

“What if that's nothing?”

“Then I come back and gather up as many as I can to get them out of dodge. The rest go into the woods and we burn this place down.”

“That I can help with,” Vile emphasised the point with a ball of fire in her hand that she dispelled once Liddy understood.

“Round up some prisoners. Inky, I want all your girls with me, and bring me the head of whoever ran this place. Hannah had good luck with tossing one in court. I am going to do the same.”

Liddy was ready to tolerate exactly zero crap from the Duke who she now had to face again.

****

Hannah was used to entertaining self-important old men with more money than sense, but this one was pushing her buttons. He seemed to be honestly convinced that there was a fundamental difference between the upper and lower classes. As though they were as different as humans and Emberborn. So Hannah decided to switch the tune and push buttons herself.

“Frightfully long journey,” Hannah was sitting opposite the general in his luxury carriage and turned to look in the direction they were travelling.

As she twisted herself, one hand quickly unclasped the top few buttons on her jacket before turning back to face the general and take a deep breath. Her jacket parted slightly and he instantly noticed the cleavage. She could see his blatant stare at her chest, and the lust it contained. Hannah was happy he had finally shut his mouth. They both pretended not to notice as they continued to talk, but now with his mind on her body. Every move she made drew him in. His comments drifted from how important his class was to society, and began explaining all the things that made him so great personally.

“Surely a man such as yourself can find release from his worries by taking what he is entitled to enjoy.” Hannah finally spoke for the first time in twenty minutes to move things along. “Just as I am entitled to enjoy providing it.”

Under the impression he had finally convinced Hannah of her place rather than her just wanting him to stop talking, he reached over and pulled her jacket apart. Her breasts bounced with the movement of the carriage as he leant forward and brought his face close enough to kiss them. He licked them all over, totally unaware of the man who had been rubbing his manhood between them a short while ago. Occasionally he would come up to kiss her and lick Hannah on the face before returning to her breasts. She rolled her eyes, pretending her sigh was in pleasure as she realised he was a licker.

Messily, he slathered his saliva over her breasts as he climbed on top of her, pushing her down to lay on the seat. She held his head against her chest and looked out the rear window at the men driving the truck behind them. They gave exaggerated, disapproving looks at her and laughed. She gave a facial shrug and was soon kissed again with far too much tongue that spent more time on her face than in her mouth. He was trying to unfasten her pants, but she doubted he had ever removed his own pants in his life and helped him out. Taking off your and someone else's pants while they are on top of you is difficult at the best of times, but Hannah had a great deal of practice. Even in the confines of the carriage, she was able to pull hers down and free the general's less than totally hard manhood.

Her pants around her ankles, Hannah bent her knees to open her legs wide enough to admit the general and felt the slow penetration inside her. She was relieved when he finally got hard enough not to fall out every thrust and tried not to think that he was old enough to have been past his prime when she was born. He gripped her by the head and used it for leverage for his thrusts, even though there were handholds all around them. Hannah almost wished he would go back to licking her face rather than compressing her neck.

He tried to shift his position and tripped, withdrawing from her and landing almost in his original seat. Quickly Hannah ditched her jacket and spun around to present herself on her hands and knees. Pretending it was his plan all along, he took her by the hips, but she had to put a hand between her legs to get him back inside properly. Finally, back to thrusting, she could do most of the work in her new position while rubbing herself. Unfortunately, things were complicated as he leant forward to almost lay on her back so he could reach her breasts.

Wondering if she should suggest gripping her hair, she almost missed him making a weird noise that she eventually realised meant he had finished. He sat back down in his seat, exhausted, and she wondered if maybe she had almost killed him. Looking up, she saw the men in the truck behind her. The one not driving held up his wrist to show his watch and gave a disapproving shake of his head. She wasn't totally sure they meant how short he lasted or how long it took her to finish him. Either way, she smiled.

“Liked that did you?” he asked smugly, between ragged breaths.

“Every woman likes knowing her place,” she replied, knowing they had drastically different ideas of what that really meant. “I know you planned on rewarding us all for serving you so well, but I sure do appreciate the personal attention general.”

“Reward?” he asked confused. “Oh yes, of course.”

Hannah knew he had had no intention to reward any of them but planting the seed in his mind was the first step. She wondered how many more times she would have to spread her legs for him to get something decent. At least now he knew he could offer rewards for sex. All she had to do was push the offers as far as they would go and act as if the sex was reward enough. It felt good to be getting paid for sex again. She rather missed it.

****

Cat threw another collar into the pile that formed against the wall. Adler was working quickly, trying to identify more collars in the hall, and Emma did her best to keep the keys sorted.

“I know we have to hurry, but I wish they could take more time to rest here.” Emma scribbled down another number and tied the tag to the key.

“There is no way nobody who is tied to this place didn't hear that radio cast or won't be told about it soon enough. If Liddy can't work out some miracle deal, then we need to get out of here quick before they press any claims on them or the land,” Cat responded.

“Wish we could sell all the stuff they have here and just buy the land or something.”

“Even if we included the expensive collars, nothing in this place is worth the land it's on.”

“Maybe we can burn it down, string up some bodies, drive the price down a bit.” Emma tried to make her morbid joke sound light-hearted.

“Still not enough. Trust me, I have had years of experience dealing with, and being a part of, the ruling class. This won't end very much in our favour.”

“I just don't want to have to choose who gets on our ship and who gets left behind to take their chances.”

“Mothers with children, then simply take the youngest and work our way up.”

“Still, it's not enough. Liddy will think of something.”

“She's a wonder but not a noble. They can ignore her on a whim. Without a title, we simply aren't people to them.”

****

Hannah left the guest room, still fixing her uniform after a much-needed shower. Of course, she shared the shower with the general, but his brief presence gave her enough time to finish cleaning off. As annoying as he was to satisfy, she was impressed at his ability to recover for another go. Three more times in the carriage and twice in the guest room suggested he must have been far more capable in his youth when he had stamina. The wait for their time in court was wearing on her nerves.

A bell sounded and Hannah noticed all the soldiers getting to their feet expecting to move, so she fell in with Grey, “That mean we are getting in now?”

“I think that means things are back in session. I'm taking my cue from the general more than anything else.”

Grey nodded at the general who was fixing his own uniform and practising his posture. Not bothering to look back, he started off down the hallway, leaving the soldiers to fall in on their own. They marched in proper parade formation and Hannah reflected positively that had the general been better in bed, her march might have been more awkward.

“Duke Harnon!” The general called upon his entry. “I come bearing great news!”

“Ah, general. I could use some,” The noble who seemed to have been having a rough day replied.

“Thanks to the efforts of my valiant troops, a secret weapon the enemy had sent against us, was not only destroyed but captured.” The general explained, reaching the front of the court.

Grey whispered in surprise, “He mentioned us? Valiant? What is wrong with him?”

“Why do you think I spent so much time with him? It certainly wasn't for my own pleasure,” Hannah replied in a hushed tone.

“And these are the troops responsible?” Duke Harnon asked.

“While under my command, yes.” The general faltered slightly, trying to keep the focus on himself.

“You are to be commended, General. I wasn't aware we admitted women into our ranks, though.” Duke Harnon looked at Hannah and examined her figure with a smile. “Have we met before? You seem familiar, yet not…”

“In bed, sir. You came to the ship I served on, prior to my unexpected landing in your trenches. With regards to that, I believe there was no prior indication of the presence of a battlefield made available to us.”

Duke Harnon turned white with shock. Not the reaction Hannah had been expecting. Not sure if she should speak again, there was an awkward pause until a page ran in and dashed up to the Duke Harnon's side.

“She's back! The angry blonde woman is back!” he stammered.

Already pale the man with all the power in the city turned an even brighter shade of white, “What? Why? Did she…”

The page cut him off, “There were, as you know, Emberborn on her ship. The farm lured them away at the mansion. Well, she went to the farm and took them back. Now she has landed her ship in the street and is dragging many of the wounded soldiers through the gates in irons up the palace grounds. Sord’s she-devil is with her and not wearing a collar. She also came with a number of armed women from her ship.”

“It seems I have missed a lot in my absence,” Hannah commented.

“Do we not have our own troops to stop them?”

“Our men at the gate explained they hadn't the time to conscript an army big enough to stop them.”

“I have my house guard! They have no right to simply barge into my city and…”

“With respect, Duke, even they can't help you,” Hannah stated flatly, hand resting visibly on her trench gun. “If my captain has cause to do you harm, I will stand by her. Ask your men behind me what your chances will be then.” Hannah let the message sink in for a moment, but spoke again right as she saw him start to respond. “Now, violence, in this case, would not be the most desired outcome for anyone. So let's solve this without any before she gets here. What happened -- was it illegal, and where do rights actually lay? Your general spoke highly of your leadership skills, so let's vindicate those esteemed words.”

The general knew she was lying, but said nothing since it meant him looking better. He'd have never praised his Duke to someone under his command… or body.

“Indeed, Duke Harnon. Hot tempers should not prevail where true leadership is called for.” The general put his hand on Hannah's shoulder to let him look like he was in control of her.

Harnon turned to his nearest advisor, “Well? What is the situation?”

“M’Lord,” the advisor, Hannah recognised as one who giggled while fondling Mari on the ship, started. “If in fact, the freed Emberborn on her ship were hired under false pretences, kidnapped, and dispatched to the farm then their crewmates would be well within their rights to any actions to liberate them.”

“She is not going to settle for me simply considering the matter settled if she's dragging people to me in chains,” Hannah explained flatly.

“Indeed not. However, any press for damages or case made for satisfaction would need to be sponsored by one of our noble class.”

“Sir Rayvon Dexx,” Hannah blurted. “He will vouch for me and my crew.”

The general was surprised that he was not asked if he would take sides and that his considerations on the matter proved unnecessary.

“Him? I haven't seen him in court since I was a boy, running around interrupting my father's deliberations.”

“Indeed I will!” shouted an older man's voice from across the court.

Hannah didn't recognise him at first. A fine new suit and looking at least ten years younger, the inventor strutted confidently up to the front with a long box cradled under his arm. Hannah knew it would have contained a vibrating bliss maker inside it. She smiled warmly as their eyes met.

“What are you doing here?” Duke Harnon inquired.

“Oh,” Rayvon paused to stifle a smile and think up some words.

“Delivering this you see.” He held the box up before leaning in closer so only the few gathered at the front could hear. “A device for your wife. It is an… emotional stabiliser tool for women.”

“She has been less bothersome and more pleasant to be around lately. That was you?”

“Indeed, I have been visiting her for a few days, and this one was customised to her needs.”

Hannah almost choked on her tongue and died right then.

“Incidentally, sir, it might be best if you didn't mention knowing about it. It will be much more effective if her need of it remained a secret.”

“Of course. Have you any plans to use it on the other women in court?”

“Absolutely.”

“Right then. Good work, that should help keep them from causing problems. Now, back to the matter at hand. If their case has a sponsor, what should my judgement be then?”

“Give her everything she wants,” Hannah stated, trying hard not to burst her spleen laughing.

“That might be a bit much. I can't just give in and look like a fool.”

“Your general just won you a major victory. Parade that around the city and nobody will care. Praise the troops involved and the populous will love you for it.”

“True, but there is the ruling class to consider.”

“The ruling class seldom starts riots when they are sucking up to your victory march. That being said, you are right, you need something to save face. My captain demanded some kind of compensation for my death correct?”

“She most certainly did…” he replied sheepishly.

“So subtract that from whatever financial reparations that are made. Knowing I'm alive will go far in improving her mood.”

“I suppose…”

“Then to sweeten the deal, I bow out of your military accolades. It becomes your victory in the field without a foreign officer from Crater Peak stealing the glory. Hail the bravery of the pilots who died saving a civilian who fell from the sky, make your Leftenant a Captain, and the sergeant here a Leftenant,” Hannah turned to Grey, “Apologies and condolences,” then turned back after receiving an insulted acknowledgement from Grey. “And I leave without a fuss, while you let this case be decided before it gathers attention.”

“Smother scandal with victory… Fine. The faster it's dealt with the less people will dwell on it. With the people on my side, I could ruin any noble who questions me. Let her in when she arr--” he got cut off as Liddy burst into court.

Hannah remained facing the front after stepping backwards a few paces.

“Duke Harnon!” Liddy screamed, holding a bloody basket in her hands. “I come to press charges and demand satisfaction!”

“Yes, captain. I have just heard. Your requests have been sponsored, and I will do anything I can to see justice done.”

Liddy faltered, “What?”

“The taking of crew members of a foreign merchant vessel is terribly illegal, regardless of what said crew members might be. What terms have you to make amends for this grievance?”

Liddy was nonplussed and continued cautiously, not understanding what was going on and why it was going in her favour. “Criminal charges for all those willingly operating the farm seized by my crew.”

“Yes, of course. What else?”

“... the seizure of holdings, assets, and property of any and all involved in the conspiracy of kidnapping.”

“Ah yes, without question.”

“Seizure of property and finances of anyone directly profiting from the farm's operation?”

Duke Harnon looked to his advisor who nodded, “Very well, yes.”

“This, of course, includes the city's slave market, its property of land and slaves, as well as the farm itself.”

“I… well, property can only be owned by those of… oh well, I suppose your sponsor would qualify. Yes, the market and farm as well.”

“I… is this a joke?” Liddy asked.

“No, Captain. It was made very clear to me that legal right lies with you and while I could dismiss this all away regardless, it simply would cost more in the long run to oppose you. Or in the immediate short run, I suppose.”

“Now I am feeling slightly bad about going so far as bringing a severed head to court,” Liddy looked down at the basket dripping blood.

Hannah sighed loudly as she turned to face Liddy, Inky, and the rest of the soldier girls as she took off her cap. “I have been a terrible influence on you, haven't I?”

Duke Harnon took that as the cue to add his terms, “Of course I will deduct an amount from seized assets equal to payment made as compensation for her death.”

Liddy ignored him and dropped the basket in shock. Inky laughed loudly and pushed Liddy forward as she ran to embrace Hannah. Liddy kept herself moving after being brought to her senses and also embraced Hannah. Liddy openly wept as she fought Inky for Hannah's lips for her own. Most of the assembled men just observed the kissing with a smile and subtle nod.

****

Outside the court soon after, Liddy was cheerfully explaining the details of her demands to a scribe while frequently flashing smiles at Hannah. Inky inspected the cut on her head.

“That looks like a closer shave than I ever got.” Inky smiled. “Bullet or shrapnel? Looks like shrapnel.”

“Neither. Our barber was really just that fucking terrible,” Hannah scoffed.

One of the soldiers gave an emotionally wounded moan from behind them before cracking a smile.

“Most of the girls are at the farm, but I think there are a few who came with us you are going to want to see.” Inky nodded towards the gates where Ving stood with Vile.

“Ummm…” was all Hannah managed.

“Name is Vile, personal slave to the guy in the basket. Tore the bad guys apart with fire once she got free. Long story, too long to tell it between now and when you get to Ving.”

“We can celebrate later. Don't think I didn't feel your hand on my ass.”

“Mari is in the lounge with Easy. Might want to speak with her first.” Inky nodded towards the ship that sat parked in the middle of the street that ran in front of Duke Harnon’s estate.

Waving goodbye to her comrades, Hannah trotted down the path, where she could see Ving facing away with her arms crossed. One of the local cavalry guards stood nearby with his men, having evidently been summoned to respond to the landing, but not having anything to do once he arrived. Hannah walked beside him and stole his riding crop as she passed. Raising her arm, Hannah took a grand swing, but holding back slightly as she struck Ving across the ass with it. Ving yelled in pain and turned to scream at her attacker when she froze instantly on seeing Hannah. She didn't wait for her to recover.

“Hey girl, miss me?” she said before diving in for a kiss.

Ving was still stunned when Hannah picked her up off her feet and carried her, lip locked, up the ramp of the ship. Vile turned to Inky.

“So I’m guessing that was the friend she just told me she had lost?”

“Yup,” Inky replied.

“I'm not getting my riding crop back am I?” asked the cavalry officer.

“Nope,” Inky replied.

****

Mari sat with Easy on the couch in the lounge, holding hands, and leaning on each other.

“I was just so worried. I always used to be so strong, but unravelled when… and then you… I know I'm just going in loops but…” Mari paused when she realised Easy was no longer looking at her.

She turned around to see Ving held in Hannah's arms, who stopped kissing long enough to speak, “Move over, we wanna fuck.”

Hannah had only a moment to set Ving down gently on her feet when Mari tackled Hannah with a tight embrace and let out a howling shriek of excitement. Easy, while not letting out tears of excitement as Mari was, embraced Hannah as well. While the two of them hugged their lost friend tightly, Ving had gotten on her knees and worked to unfasten Hannah’s trousers. Mari looked down when Ving nudged her hips out of the way.

“Oh, so that wasn't just a joke.” Mari laughed looking back at Hannah.

Hannah shrugged, “When has it ever been? Had too many men lately. Getting dropped off in a war zone tends to limit one's access to the fairer sex.”

“Are you sexed out?” Mari turned her head to ask Easy.

“I’m in the same boat as Hannah,” Easy smiled, then realised what she said. “I mean, I need me some lady love.”

“Fair enough. Haven't gotten laid in days and I have a lot to celebrate.” Mari finished her sentiment with a kiss.

****

Outside, Foxy called out, “Time.”

Juno hit her stopwatch. “One minute, six seconds.”

“I’m out,” Inky sighed.

“Calling less than a minute kind of felt like too big a piece of time, but thank you. Minute ten was mine,” Liddy smiled.

“Mari and Easy are kissing. Doesn't sound like they are going anywhere.” Foxy updated.

“Oh, good for them!” Liddy clapped with excitement.

“We should have bet on that as well,” Astra added.

“I think I love you people,” Vile spoke softly.

****

Hannah stripped off her jacket as Ving bit lightly into her thigh. She saw Easy flutter her wings as Mari bent her over the couch. Her dress lifted, Easy gasped as Mari put her tongue to her. Hannah turned and laid down on the couch with her head resting under Easy. Ving quickly stripped out of her clothing as Hannah watched and blindly pulled Easy’s breasts free from her dress. Crawling on top of Hannah, Ving felt the sparkling skin of the breasts caress her head, her own hair teasing the nipples, as she kissed Hannah again.

Gripping Ving’s head with one hand, Hannah reached around her waist with the other to keep their kiss as tight as possible. She slid her leg between her lover's and bent it so Ving could grind her hips and rub herself against it. Ving gripped Hannah tightly by her breast, which was being smothered by her own, and reached down to penetrate her with the other. Having longed for a woman's touch, Hannah inhaled deeply as Ving went right to working three fingers inside her. Ving gripped tightly with both hands and pulled hard as she knew Hannah loved.

Easy moaned as Mari worked two fingers inside her while her tongue flicked over her flesh. Feeling Ving’s hair rubbing against her breasts made her shudder and wish someone would pay them direct attention. Holding herself stable with one arm, she reached down to tease her own breasts, occasionally touching Ving’s head or Hannah's hand that gripped it. Then Hannah pushed Ving away to lean up, and putting her at face level with Easy. Ving leant in to kiss the fairy and feel her long tongue slither into her mouth. Easy switched her free arm from her own breasts to Ving’s, while Hannah shoved a pillow under herself to reach Easy’s breasts with her tongue.

Mari had gotten herself naked as she satisfied her desires with Easy, and looked below her lover to see Hannah running her tongue between her breasts. She shared a smile with her friend, and then stood to invade the kiss between Easy and Ving, stealing Ving for herself while she pushed Easy to her knees on the floor. Easy pushed her long tongue deep into Mari. Ving felt the massive breasts of Mari push against hers, and soon Mari pulled back enough to let Ving attend to them directly. Hannah watched Ving as she slowly covered Mari’s breasts with her saliva, and the tight grip on them she took when biting them. Ving felt her hips move as Hannah worked herself over the couch and under her so that she was soon sitting on her lover's face and feeling her tongue enter her.

Feeling Ving shudder as her climax made her whole body tense up and bite down harder. Mari gasped for air. The bite, the tongue from Easy, and the joy of everyone she cared about being alive and well made Mari let go of her pain and scream loudly. She filled Easy’s mouth with her wetness and climax for the first time in days. Easy giggled as she lapped up everything that flowed from Mari’s long overdue release. When she was finished, she stood up to kiss Mari and then Ving before looking down at Hannah’s naked body begging for attention. Easy removed Hannah’s hand from her own womanhood, and slowly teased it with her tongue before pushing it inside her. Mari laid down on the floor and moved under where Easy was kneeling to resume her love for her fairy.

Hannah continued to gorge deeply between Ving’s legs and held her by the breasts with her now free hands. As Ving did the same, four hands were roaming all over her chest teasing and pulling on them. Underneath, Hannah tried to moan from the attentions of Easy into the soft flesh of Ving. Letting out another howl, Ving climaxed again, and this time Easy couldn't hold it in any longer. As Easy climaxed, tongue deep within Hannah, it twitched and spasmed in ways Hannah couldn't withstand. Her nails dug into Ving's breasts as she wrapped her legs around Easy’s head to keep her in place. Mari had her own fingers inside herself, and listened in pleasure as her best friend let out a muffled scream with her lover's tongue inside her.

Ving moved off the couch to let Hannah breathe and knelt on the floor with her head resting on the heaving breasts of the redhead, looking up at her. Hannah finally let Easy withdraw her tongue, and lovingly watched Ving’s head rise and fall with her own breaths. Easy slid down onto Mari and kissed her.

“So,” Hannah spoke between heavy breaths. “Next round in the bath or in Liddy’s bed?”

****

“How many ways in and out of the market?” Liddy asked the captain of Duke Harnon’s personal guard.

“The main entry and the loading docks. I’ve already sent men to the loading docks.” The captain replied, trying not to be obvious about his looks at how much cleavage the dress Liddy wore exposed.

“And how many ways out for people desperate to flee? Windows and such. There would be the sewers as well, I imagine.”

“Normally yes, except they have invested a lot in securing this market from thieves and escape attempts. Only the important people would have special ways out, and it won't be through the sewers.”

“Then that's who we hit first. I know just the man I want to find, and he should be here counting his books by now.”

Liddy marched through the gates of the slave market and smiled as the men guarding it were suddenly finding themselves under arrest. She looked upon the slaves being prodded around on display, knowing their humiliation was soon at an end. She soon reached the spot where she had first seen Leira and knew the main office would be nearby.

“In there.” Vile nodded towards one of the buildings that surrounded the market. “I've been here often enough over the years.”

“Figured it was around here somewhere. When we get there, hang outside the door. I don't want him getting wind of what’s going on, if he doesn't already.” Liddy replied.

“Fair enough. Sounds like you have a plan.” Vile checked out Liddy as the blonde woman walked on ahead.

After finally finding the main office, Liddy walked in with the guard captain and found her old client looking up in surprise. Even more surprised were the two Emberborn men who had satisfied her while their master was out.

“Well now, this is a surprise. What brings you here? I sure could use your services, of course, but I haven't sent word. Nothing wrong with your gift, I hope.”

“On the contrary, the gift has served me well. Actually, I have recently gotten access to a few interesting records and had thought maybe we could both share some information and make a lot of people happy.”

“And who might we make happy?” he asked, curious and almost playful.

“Well, there is an official investigation that I have ended up in the middle of,” Liddy nodded to the guard captain. “There is going to be a major... redistribution of wealth. From some important people into the pockets of others.”

“I'm listening,” he said, holding Liddy by the hand as she came around his desk to sit in his lap.

“Well,” Liddy breathed in, to puff out her chest. “It's up to me to determine who is at fault. Yet I lack the local political knowledge to know who might be most worthy of reward as much as punishment. You, on the other hand, know all the players. So my questions to you are, who are your friends? Enemies? And what their connections are to the slave market specifically?”

“So I give you names and their wealth becomes…” Liddy stopped him with a finger on his lips.

“The wealth of those wronged in this case. You help me decide who they might be.”

He looked at Liddy and then at the guard captain before holding his hand up. The snake man put a quill in his hand and then an inkpot on the table while the wolf put parchment down on the desk. He explained to Liddy the names as he wrote them, who they were, what connections they had, pausing only to look at the breasts of the woman on his lap. When he was finished, the snake took the paper and poured pounce on it to dry the ink. Liddy got off his lap and took the paper from him.

“Captain,” Liddy said with a grin.

“Sir Rotan, you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit kidnapping of free peoples and assault on a foreign merchant vessel. Your assets are hereby seized and delivered to Sir Rayvon Dexx. Fail to remain silent against the orders of your Duke, and you will be charged with treason.”

The shock and surprise on his face was total as he glared at Liddy. Vile walked in.

“Hello, remember me?” she asked rhetorically, knowing nobody ever forgot her. “The fat sack of shit you gave me to is dead. The farm is free and the collars are off. As much as I'd like to burn you alive right now, I can't help but feel like the good captain here has a much better fate for you. A long drawn out ruination of everything you thought belonged to you. Your privilege, property, title, everything. Gone. Goodbye.”

He was taken out of the office, too stunned to process what was going on. Inky was at the door and Liddy handed her the list. She would take care of them while Liddy oversaw the rest. She turned to the two men standing in stunned silence.

“You two, thank you greatly for your help,” Liddy bowed slightly. “There are a few hoops to jump through still and it will take a few days, but you may consider yourselves free.” Their jaws dropped and the snake man's actually unhinged. “Before then, though, I am going to need help keeping things together. We are going to need to transport all the slaves to the farm quickly, as well as secure as many from being sold as possible. Also, I need to get everyone who worked here in irons. Whatever you can do to help would be appreciated.”

The wolf spoke first since his jaw didn't need to be reseated before doing so, “Free as in you won't treat us like slaves? I'd happily serve you. Even if it didn't mean satisfying your flesh again.”

Vile spoke up before Liddy could respond, “Really? When did that happen?”

“Commoner Rotan was a client, wife barged in and caused a scene. They both left and I was left wanting. They helped me out.” Liddy turned to the two men. “I want to make two things clear. Firstly, your collars will be taken off as soon as you get to the farm. We don't need possession issues while we are in the city, and things need to be written down. Secondly, if either of you wants my flesh again, you are more than welcome to it if you decide it's something you want. I will not ‘order’ you into doing anything.”

“I do want,” the wolf replied.

“I don't mind that kind of order,” the snake added.

“Good, but either way it needs to wait until everyone is at the farm and free. Until then, please assist my soldiers and the house guard in identifying and detaining anyone related to the slave trade. I have a free hand in this, but who knows how long it will last, so time is of the essence.”

They both nodded eagerly and dashed to the door, briefly pausing to kiss Liddy on their way out. Vile smirked as Liddy shifted her stance to deal with the tingle between her legs.

“They going to end up in your bedroom when we start transporting them to the farm?” Vile asked, with her smirk still showing.

“Not with their collars still on.” Liddy shook her head. “Anyways, we need to get to work. The only thing faster to flee than those responsible is their money. We need to make sure their bank doesn't get wind of this.”

“Actually they don't use the banks. Brings in too much money and nobody wants to be holding it. Robberies were always frequent, and they simply couldn't secure them enough. So they keep it where they already had lots of guards.”

“Here? At the market itself?”

“Indeed, they needed a vault for day-to-day use anyway, so they just made it big enough to be their bank as well. Pretty impressive sight.”

“You know where it is? Take me.”

“Oh, I certainly will,” Vile agreed with a more devilish smirk.

****

Inky marched through the crowd and turned to the house guard officer accompanying her. “Identify these people and arrest them if they are on the list, lock them in the slave pens. Otherwise, keep them contained in the yard. Lock the slavers up as well. We can interview them later. The slaves I want unshackled and put on carriages or trucks and taken to the train. Do NOT cram them in like cattle.” The man nodded and began barking orders to his men. “Foxy, I want you to speak with everyone as they get on the train to let them know it's for real and to keep them calm.”

“With pleasure,” Foxy saluted.

“Leftenant!” Kilty shouted, as she pushed her way through the crowd with one of the slaver guards in front of her, her pistol in his back.

“What is this?” Inky asked.

“Something important to say, so he claims,” Kilty answered.

“Speak then,” Inky ordered the guard.

“Well, ma’am, as I see it, you are here to put an end to this whole place and set us out to hang. So I figured now would be a better time to be helpful before someone else is.”

“I suppose you are just following orders and such?”

“Well, yes, but I will admit I liked it enough to probably be one you want to roast personally. Am I correct in thinking this is about freeing the slaves? Not just taking over.”

“Yes. Your honesty supposed to make me merciful?”

“No, ma’am, although I'd appreciate some consideration for this bit. You see, because of stolen slaves being sold or double buyers and general mix-ups, buyers sign an agreement saying the market can rebuy sold slaves for any reason within the first week. So if you check the receipts, the ones you really want will be kept separate, then you can go and rebuy everyone who’ve been sold. That way you can free lots more than just who is here right now.”

“Show me where the receipts are kept.” Inky turned to Astra. “Copy that list of names. Anyone whose assets we seize will be giving us slaves anyway, so ignore any receipts with their names on them. Everyone else, find the vault and take how much ever cash you need to buy back anyone we can.”

“I've got something to add,” a familiar voice called out from behind Inky.

Inky turned, “You? What is it?”

Investigator Calhan answered, “I've had good luck with convincing people to quietly free their slaves to avoid attention related to criminal activities. If half of what I’ve heard is true, we could swing a whole lot of the Emberborn as ‘witnesses’ to the conspiracy and suggest that giving them up would clear them of involvement.”

“You get around and hear a lot.”

“Well, I will admit to paying a lot of attention to your ship. The point is that I’d like to help.”

“Fine. You hit everyone who hasn't bought anyone in the past week, we take the ones who have, then meet up after to compare notes.”

“Done. Lend me one of the house guards. They would make me look a whole lot more official.”

****

Vile strained at the wheel, the centre glowing red-hot until suddenly there was a loud snap and the wheel spun freely. The tumblers melted and/or shattered, the locking pins retracted and the heavy metal door started to open.

“You are scary powerful,” Liddy stated flatly.

“It’s exhausting. Fighting at the farm, and now this, I’m almost spent. Being years out of practice doesn't help either.” Vile slowly pulled the door open.

Liddy was an expert at opening her jaw wide, but she set a new personal record as she stared into the open vault. Gold foil bills, coins, gemstones and jewellery, sometimes stacked on shelves, sometimes in piles on the floor. As the electric lights flickered to life, everything began to shine. With her mouth so open, nothing stopped Vile from putting one of her tails inside.

“You told me to take you. I think it's time I did just that,” she whispered to Liddy’s ear.

Unable to respond, Liddy suddenly felt herself being lifted up. Not by the massive and powerful hands of the woman behind her but by the tail between her legs pushing inside her. Vile carried her into the vault using only her tails as she unfastened the robe she was wearing. Liddy whimpered as she was stripped of her clothing and turned around to face Vile, who laid herself down on the pile of gold.

“My owner was a fat impotent man who neither satisfied me or allowed myself to be satisfied by others. I haven't had sex in all the years of my enslavement. Like my magic, I want to exercise myself doing something I enjoy. No owner, servant, nothing like that. Two free women, friends, doing what they can to please the other. Can we do this?”

Vile withdrew her tail from Liddy’s mouth to allow her to answer, “I think I can manage that.” Liddy smiled as she caught her breath and felt the tail caress her cheek.

Liddy wasn't a short woman but was quite tiny compared to Vile. She leant down for a kiss and Vile lowered her so their lips could touch. Vile had a split tongue that worked its way around Liddy’s as she held her up with her massive hands over Liddy’s breasts. Liddy returned the favour, but couldn't ever hope to grip the well-endowed woman in any similar way. She tried to reach down between Vile’s legs, but could only reach her belly. Meanwhile, the tail that worked inside her seemed to pulse in size with her heartbeat. Then Liddy felt the other tail, still wet from her mouth slide over her back and between the soft flesh of her bum. She winced, biting down on Vile’s tongue even, as it started to push inside her. Vile pushed Liddy down to put her face on her breast and moaned as her bites pinched her nipples instead.

Liddy lifted herself up so that she could see the beautiful body of the woman with both tails inside her. With one hand on her chest between her breasts, Liddy smiled and raised her other hand. Then quickly slammed it down across the massive breast, slapping the nipple as hard as she could. Vile cried out in pleasure and pain as Liddy repeated the act with her other breast. Each slap made her drive deeper inside the tiny blonde woman riding her, and forcing her to cry out in turn.

“Turn me about and spread those hooves wide, my fucking devil slut,” Liddy demanded.

Vile moved Liddy as she was told so that she could see her back as Liddy leant forward. As she watched her tails work inside both holes of the small woman, Liddy was treated to the sight Vile’s wide open legs offered. She reached down and massaged gently at first before getting rougher. As big as Vile’s tails were, Liddy knew, her fist was bigger. She slid all her fingers between the folds of flesh to get Vile to moan for her, then making a fist and getting a high pitch squeal, Liddy rammed it in deep. Vile reacted by bending her legs, almost kicking Liddy, before grabbing her own thighs to keep them spread wide. She moaned deeply as Liddy worked her whole arm, past her elbow even, in and out of her at a furious pace. Vile had never practised with a whole arm, none of the men she had in her youth came close, and she wasn't ready for it. Despite the tight fit, and pain of her body stretching to accommodate it, Vile kept her legs wide for Liddy to continue.

Her first climax in years caused Vile to clench down tight around Liddy’s arm, preventing it from moving. The struggle to free the arm kept Vile moaning hard and violently thrusting her tails into Liddy even harder than before, earning a climax from the human as well. Vile withdrew her tails and took to licking up the flowing juices from Liddy, whose arm was now finally free. Unable to put her face between Vile’s legs to return the favour, Liddy licked her own arm to taste the unusual woman. The split tongue worked its way inside Liddy, and then back out to run over her clit as one of the big fingers penetrated her. Liddy saw the tail that had been facing her aim at her face and push into her mouth. Tasting herself, she felt the other tail wrap around her neck to restrict her breathing. Soon enough Liddy let out another muffled moan of ecstasy as another climax shook her body. With a free hand, she slapped down hard between Vile’s legs, getting a scream muffled by her own flowing flesh. Again and again, she slapped hard, seeing the legs close reflexively before spreading again to welcome another strike. Vile climaxed after the tenth strike and suddenly went limp. The tails let go of Liddy and she rested on top of the woman, her tiny waist resting between the big red breasts.

“Captain, don't mind us. We just need the money you are fucking on to rescue more people.” Juno said, as she and the others entered the vault to grab stacks of cash.

Liddy nodded with a smile, not caring. Good sex on a pile of riches was too satisfying to mind. “Very well, I’m done using it.”

“Had fun did you?” Vile asked, running her hands over Liddy’s back gently.

“Fucking on money or not, you are so very good.”

“Good enough to be worth paying for?”

“That’s for sure.”

“Excellent. Like I said, haven't had sex in years, so getting paid for it sounds like a win. Do I get my own room?”

Liddy was suddenly alert and twisted herself to look at Vile over her own bum. “You… oh, fucking hell… can't I hire anyone normally anymore?” Then she laughed.

****

Hannah sat with Ving between her legs, spooning on the deck of the ship. They had landed it at a proper dock as close to the market as possible. With both their feet hanging over the edge, Ving rested her arms on the middle bar of the railing while Hannah rested her chin on Ving’s shoulder.

“Enjoying the view?” Ving asked.

Hannah tightened her grip around Ving’s waist with both her arms as she gazed lovingly at the cleavage still showing, despite Ving being dressed, “Oh yes, city docks, most interesting.”

Ving giggled, breathing in to push her chest out. She turned to give a smirk to Hannah, who was too busy looking down her chest to notice, so she kissed her on the cheek. It was then that a voice called up from the bottom of the ramp.

“Permission to come aboard, ladies,” requested Sir Rayvon Dexx.

“Rayvon!” Hannah called back. “You silver-haired fox, you! Giving the Duke’s wife proper instruction are you?”

The old man blushed and smiled with a boyish grin, “Not just her. Word travels fast. I am more in demand today than I was in my youth.”

“Well, come aboard and tell us all about it.”

He walked up the plank, and by the time Hannah disentangled herself from Ving, getting them both to their feet, he had reached the top.

“Quite simple really, word got around about a certain device, and women started asking about it. I, of course, had to show them how it worked you see.”

“Of course you did.”

“Then when the Lady asked for a demonstration, I obliged. Now thanks to today, I have spoken permission from the Duke himself. How are you, though? That's a severe looking wound there.”

“A close shave. Nothing to worry about, in the long run, just a bit tender. I have something for you, though.”

“Oh?” he asked, as Hannah ran into the ship.

A short while later she emerged with a book, “I ended up in the trenches and had to fight off a walking spider bot. We captured the technical documents that you might be able to get a look at, but this is the chief engineer's personal notes. Figured they might be better off in your hands.”

“Oh my, yes,” he said as he started thumbing through the pages.

“Tried to bring the man himself but he took a bullet too many and didn't make it.”

“Oh.” He looked up, bringing his nose out of the book. “Shame, I can already see he was a brilliant man. Despite him being on the wrong side. But all that aside, it seems I now own a lot of land.”

“Yes, sorry if that caught you off guard, but I needed someone I could trust.”

“You can always trust me. I am happy to help and would love to see that dreadful market shut down. Went there once in my youth and left feeling sick. I take it we are trying to consolidate everything over to this farm?”

“Seems that way.” Hannah turned to the woman holding her by the arm. “Ving, sweetie, can you let them know we are coming?”

“Of course. Might mention you are alive as well. Ya know. If I have time.”

Hannah smacked Ving on the bum as she walked away, “I still have that riding crop I stole. Don't make me fetch it.”

Ving spun about to stick out her tongue before continuing on to the bridge.

****

“Excuse me, Ma’am.” A male elf addressed Catherine.

“You don't have a collar on Rit. Please, call me Cat,” Cat replied.

“Old habits… Cat. There is a Miss Ving on the radio.”

“Oh, thank you.”

Cat got up and followed Rit to the radio room. Below them were the wounded wailings of the surviving guards tending to their wounds in the former breeding hall.

“So, this the big news we have been waiting for? If we run or not?”

“Could just be to tell us to wait longer. But we are going to be running anyway. Just looking to learn how fast and in what direction really.”

“It would be nice to spend a few years free. Though I suppose a few days will be fine.”

“Liddy will have done everything she could to see you free for a great many years. If she can, the rest of your life.”

“And we all appreciate the effort. But we know how things work for us.”

Cat sat down at the radio and Rit helped her put the headphones on her head.

“This is Cat.”

“This is Ving. I have news.”

“Go ahead.”

“Can you put this on the PA system? Everyone will want to hear this as soon as possible.”

Cat looked to Rit who flicked switches, and after some feedback from speakers around the compound, nodded to Cat.

“This is Cat, go ahead Ving with your news. Did we get anything we wanted?”

A slightly drawn-out pause, “We got everything we wanted. The farm now belongs to a former client who is on our side. All the slaves are his to be freed. That includes the ones Captain Liddy and others are currently seizing from the market. Everyone connected to the farm is being arrested, and we are going to start moving people to the farm soon. Nobody needs to run. Everyone will stay free.”

“How? How did we get that?” Cat asked, aghast.

“Hannah is alive. She is alive and had them by the balls the moment Liddy walked in. Once we are all together, we can give the full story, but the short version is that WE. FUCKING. WON.”

****

Liddy walked up the plank to meet Hannah with the inventor Rayvon. “Alright, bring it inside. I have children and other family members of those at the farm that I want to bring over quickly. Is there a room on my ship anymore that doesn't reek of sex?”

“Well, not the lounge…” Hannah replied looking up and away from Liddy with an innocent face.

“Fine, not the workrooms, but my bedroom should be fine.” Liddy sighed with a headshake.

“Oh… umm…” Hannah’s face suddenly looked very guilty.

“Seriously!?” Liddy asked with her eyes wide, while Vile laughed silently.

“I’ll go open the windows in the lounge.” Hannah darted off to avoid the rest of the conversation.

Liddy made a strangle motion around the air where an imaginary Hannah was supposed to be.