As Doxi slapped Stoella's ass playfully the woman yelped, and lept a good foot into the air.  Well well well, that explained the walking strangely.  Apparently Sin enjoyed spanking her playthings.  Well, Stoella was a big girl, she would know enough to go ask marek for a heal if she needed it.  Hells, she might be enjoying the pain the morning after.  "Yes captain," she said trying to regain her composure, "I'll send them both down."<br/><br/>The core room always felt a little empty when Janmorel wasn't in it.  The silent elemental core, a huge cylinder that took up a good portion of the aft part of the room was silent, but felt 'alive' somehow.  One always had the sense that there was someone else in the room, someone watching, when around the core.  Probably because it was the 'home' of the ship's most silent and secretive member, Zephyr, the air elemental that had bound itself in servitude for one hundred years.  What zephyr gained from the bargain, now over two decades old, Doxi did not know.  Nor would Zephyr answer any questions about her voluntary enslavement.  But the large squat cylinder sat squat, five feet high, with two main lines leading from the top of it off starboard and aft.  Doxi knew these to be the power conduits that let Zephyr focus its powers on the elemental ring struts, but that they also let it infuse it's essence throughout the soarwood of the entire ship.  If the Virtuous Maiden was a living being, the core was both the heart and the brain, and Zephyr was it's soul.<br/><br/>Other than the core, the room was rather plain.  Shelves with arcane and engineering tools lined one wall above a large workbench.   This is where Doxi had been working for the last two days on her new rifle.  The table, like all the tables on the ship, had edges that curled upwards an inch to save items from rolling to the floor any time the ship banked.  But of course Doxi kept everything squared away and there were no loose parts when she was done using the bench.<br/><br/>Along another wall another shelf, this one full of Janmorel's books.  Most were rather dry and boring, about engineering and artifice, but some were of a less professional nature.  Tomes of sexual fantasies, as well as studies on the futa condition.  Janmorel really had made the core room into her own little sanctuary, as evidenced by the hammock, which was currently unstrung and hanging from one hook.  Like most of the ceilings below decks (save the bottom most cargo hold), the ceiling was only six feet and six inches from the floor.  Comfortable enough for most, but it could feel quite cramped unless you were used to it.  The Virtuous Maiden had been built as a quick scout and attack craft, not a warship.  As such, space was at a premium.   There wasn't a lot of room for sexual activity in this room, but more than enough for a threesome on the smooth wooden floor.<br/><br/>Doxi stripped down and began to work on her rifle, the cool wood of the stool by the work bench pressing into her warm ass and quim as she leaned forwards. and began to slowly and softly drag a very fine file across the edge of the barell of the rifle she was working on.  Each stroke careful and well timed to make sure the piece was machined perfectly.<br/><br/>After a little while the door opened and closed behind Doxi.  She didn't need to turn to know that the quiet presence behind her was her pet Marek.  She'd seen him earlier up in the crows nest, wearing his collar, belt with cock ring, and leather bracers and nothing else.   Like a good pet, he hadn't defied his captain's commands and put on any clothing that she hadn't told him to.  Even his hair had been unbound, the thick long black hair flowing behind him in the crows nest.  Not surprisingly he said nothing, waiting for the captain to command or acknowledge him.  But Doxi kept working, knowing he was probably looking at her ass as she did.<br/><br/>Then a few minutes later the door opened again and this time Doxi did turn.  Cassie was closing the door behind her.  True enough to form she had followed Sotella's commands.  The blonde was completely nude save the double leather belts that kept her longsword strapped to her hip (http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pic-101374.html).  Her long blonde hair was unbound and fell in soft waves around her face, over her shoulders, and partially covered her large breasts.  Her cherry red nipples, with large areola were soft and not erect and she appeared to have trimmed the soft triangle of pubic hair between her hips (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/62/Pubic_hair_%28Brazilian_haircut%29_Triangle_style.jpg/800px-Pubic_hair_%28Brazilian_haircut%29_Triangle_style.jpg) into a smaller triangle then she had when she joined the crew.<br/><br/>"Captain, Marek," she said nodding to each of the other two in turn, "Stoella said that you wanted some assistance in offering Shoni praise?"