<b>[Cargo Hold - Outside Infirmary]</b><br/><br/>Kes' tail swayed playfully, at his retort and smiled as she watched his eyes looking over her.<span style="color: Red">"You are assuming that I wouldn't want to be helpless and tied down, and oh so vulnerable to as you call it, a real man."</span>She paused to let that sink in before she added.<span style="color: Red">"As I said, all you need to do is take it.</span>Her mind kept teasing her with delicious images of her tied down to a table arms tied over her head, each of her legs tied to one of the legs of the table. Her slit open and moist, she could hear herself either moaning for the desire, or whimpering for being helpless. She saw her toys laid out for for Darion one to use. She hated her self for even saying that, now it was teasing her more, her nipples poking through the material, her slit dampening at the mental picture.<br/><br/>The smile on her face didn't die as the conversation changed. She nodded her head.<span style="color: Red">"Yes, well, something similar. We were taking an asteroid that was being used as a base of operations for their Space Defense System. As long as that base was operational, the task force was taking casualties."</span>The smile on her face died.<span style="color: Red">"It was bloody as fuck. Defenders have a decisive advantage inside that ship. Lots of places for cover, and you have to clear out every room and that means walking right into an ambush, right through the fatal funnel"</span>Kes used the phrase used by many operators to describe how a door would funnel people into a killzone. She paused, her features taking on a very serious tone and added.<span style="color: Red">"Right now you might think of me as a raging slut."</span>She couldn't help but to think that maybe that damn half breed was right about one thing.<span style="color: red"> "And maybe I am a raging slut. But as soon as we begin this mission, it is game time."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>