Jump Chain Gothic 12 - BTVS 4

Part 2

Vigil's Keep. Ferelden

The Jumper smiled and leaned back onto the bed. It wasn't that comfortable looking compared to other beds Faith had fucked people on, but it was far from the worst and her foster father had used his magic to clean it of pests and to make it warmer as well making the room totally soundproof. He seemed to be able to do anything wanted with magic, technology or his powers. Faith had never stopped feeling impressed by his talents. She wouldn't use magic herself, it scared her, but she trusted Gothic to know what he was doing.

It had taken some time for the young Slayer to get all her armour off, and once she had she'd not exactly been feeling sexy due to sweat and the dirt of the road, but Gothic had removed all the ickiness with just a wave of his wand, leaving her feeling clean.

"You up for a good hard spanking before bed?" the Jumper asked the Slayer.

Faith rather enjoyed getting spanked almost daily, assuming that her foster father could find the time. With her healing powers, enhanced stamina and love of kinky things it was a fun activity for them to share together and would lead to other kinds of fun. Plus with her Slayer healing the spankings never hurt for long.

"Okay, Daddy," she said, before climbing over his lap.

While rubbing his hand over her bottom, Faith squirmed a little and then squirmed, even more, when he slid his hand between her legs, and she bucked her hips. Soon he slipped two fingers inside her already wet cunt, she was eagerly anticipating what was to happen soon.

Wanting to demonstrate that he was the boss, he put the two wet fingers into her mouth, an act that involved some stretching. Without delay, she licked and sucked his fingers clean, know what to do without needing to be told the details.

"I'm going to give you 20 hard spanks Faith," Gothic told her "and if you count each one so I can hear it, and take your spanking like a good girl, I'll see that you get a treat when it's over, do you understand?"

Faith didn't hesitate before answering. She understood her role in this.

"I understand, Sir. Thank You, Sir" she said, speaking much more formally than she normally would.

Raising his hand, he brought it down sharply on her left cheek, making the young Slayer gasp. He was using his own super-strength to make that she'd feel this spanking for a while afterwards.

"One!" she called out.

The next landed on the bottom of her right cheek,

"Two!"

The left cheek again

"Three!"

The right cheek this time.

"Ugh! Four!"

"Ow! Five!"

He paused for a moment so that he could stick his fingers in her pussy again, and again she licked her own juices off his fingers.

"Ooooooooh! Six!"

Several minutes later, he finished with a smack on both cheeks, making her cry out

"Aaah! Twenty. Sir! Thank You, Sir!" she said.

Faith could feel how aroused her foster father was right now and saw it when he laid down on the bed. The younger Slayer didn't drool upon the sight of his erect manhood sticking up into the air, but somehow her other set of lips got even moister.

"If you think you can handle riding it, then go for it," Gothic said.

Faith gave him a predatory smile when she crawled across the bed. She was his to do with as he pleased, at least at times like this, but when it came to sex she was not a meek person, and right now she really wanted to ride that meatstick.

"Oh, you better believe I'm going to ride you, so lie back and let me focus on you, you just enjoy yourself," Faith said as reached over and squeezed his cock "That spanking really got me going. I get so turned on when you treat me like that".

Faith positioned herself onto Gothic's lap and placed the tip of his cock against her eager entrance. Then it was inside her and the teen from Boston wasted no time in riding the dick. She badly wanted to please the Jumper. Before they'd met she'd never imaged that she would submit to any man, but he'd been good to her, sheltering her, protecting her, offering encouragement when needed, and most importantly he'd given her the means to protect herself by making her the Slayer. How could she not be devoted to him?. She didn't say these things out loud, but she didn't need to, her actions spoke louder than any words.

"You look so hot bouncing up and down on my cock like this," Gothic informed her.

Faith smiled as she rode his cock, moving up and down on it at a good pace. Faith tried to control herself so that she could focus on making him cum, she made sure to squeeze her breasts as he watched and twist her nipples. Gothic could be very tender at times, but when it came to bedroom stuff he liked his girls to feel pleasure and pain. Faith had no problem with that, any pain she felt was minor, and it would be repaid with pleasure and kindness many times over.

Wanting to get in on the action the Jumper held his hands up her chest and squeezed her breasts. Roughly playing with them and Faith smiled at her father figure as she enjoyed himself. Then his hands went to her ass, as they often did and slapped it, an action that made the young Slayer smile.

"Gettings those magic tats makes me think that you should put your name on my ass since you love it so much," she said, "Any girl ever let you put your name on her?".

In fact, in the past they had, but the downside to being able to reduce ageing was that while it was good that the whole body was returned to a more youthful state, the process got rid of scars and tattoos just like it did wrinkles. Perhaps magic had some way around that, but that was something do think about later if they didn't have better things to do.

Gothic couldn't think about much right now as soon a burst of cum shot right up into Faith's hungry pussy. The woman's inner walls were splattered with the cum. Her riding of him had been very effective in getting what she desired from him, which was to make him cum for a change while she wasn't so overloaded with pleasure that she didn't even notice what he was doing.

"Yes, give me it Daddy"!" Faith yelled. "Give it all to me, shoot your cum inside your baby girl!"

Faith felt her lover start to go soft inside her, and she would let him rest of a short time as this would be just the start of the night's fun if she had anything to say about it.

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Denerim. Ferelden

Among other things, this city was the site of the annual Landsmeet, this kingdom's governing body. Also of note, Denerim was considered a holy city to worshipers of Andraste, as this was the place of her birth. The city was the home of both nobility and the common people. This sprawling city had much to offer us, with its market place, magic shops, armourers and other sights of interest.

While this city was worth a visit it wasn't one of nicest places I'd visited. Sanation wasn't something the people of this idea had much understanding about, they had no proper garbage disposal or any real sewage systems, which led to my group trying not to think about the smells or what we were stepping on. I'd been to medieval cities before, and Denerim didn't measure up to places like Camelot or Solitude. As such, I quickly decided to get this shopping expedition over and done with as quickly as possible.

The first place we went to was the Wonders of Thedas which was a shop specializing in magical and exotic items. Running this store was a mage who either requested to be turned Tranquil or was considered too weak-willed to undergo The Harrowing and had tranquillity forced upon him. The Tranquil were mages who went through the Rite of Tranquility and belonged to the Formari of the Circle. The Rite cuts off the connection to the Fade, and the Tranquil can no longer dream nor draw on the Fade to perform magic. As a side effect, their emotional centre is utterly removed, which makes them undesirable to be possessed by demons in the first place.

Having Tranquil mages sell various magical, historical, and miscellaneous objects is a practice the Circle used so it can make money to financially support itself, or more likely this was one of the ways the Chantry exploited the skills of magic users for its own profits.

"What is that?" Anell asked me we looked around.

It was me who answered the question.

"It is an authentic Chasind tribal fertility carving" the Tranquil shop keeper informed.

"Boss, can I have it?" my thief type requested.

While I had no idea why Forestwind would want such a thing she rarely requested anything from me and if we were going to keep finding fantasy worlds in this universe then the bosmer elf would be coming on missions with me more often and spending more time out of stasis so it made sense to give her some quarters for her to decorate as she saw fit. With our storage capacity, we were hardly lacking for space.

I did my best to fill my pouch of holding with as much in the way of books and magical objects as possible, such as a nice looking staff that was called the Torch of Embers, I planned for my girls and myself to have plenty to study during the ten years in a Santa Jump as well as plenty of magical items to disenchant so that the enchantments could be learned.

As such, I'd be spending a lot of next couple of years buying stuff we'd have no use for in the near future, but would need in the next Jump. So I brought books that wouldn't be read for a long time to come and potion recipes that someone might get around to studying.

Not that I was wasting money as this world used coins made from precious metals as currency, and while my first purchases in this world had made by trading goods I'd brought with me, once I'd gotten some coins I'd been able to nip into the Cosmic Warehouse so that I could replicate as many as needed.

I still had to be careful as if any of the criminal element got wind of how much gold I was spending they might decide to relocate my funds. Sure I could destroy such minor organisations very quickly, but that would attract attention and the groups would soon be replaced by other criminal scum. Making it a rather futile endeavour.

Before leaving the store I spent quite a bit of gold buying examples of local potions for our stores as well as the recipes required to make more. I even brought some clothes that were worn by local mages, because they tended to be enchanted I might want to incorporate locals styles in my clothing at some point, or one of my magic type girls may wish to. I even cleared out the store's supply of magic belts and collars just in case one or more companions wanted a try at making our own.

While shopping elsewhere in the city we acquired seeds for some special plants such as Elfroot. This plant was first used by the elves of Arlathan, hence the name. The root gave their medicines particular efficacy, so when the Imperium conquered the elves, the magisters adopted its use and its popularity spread to all corners of the empire. As well as Spindleweed meant to speed the recovery of the infirm. A person who grows much of it is likely caring for the fatally ill.

I had an idea for growing plants that had uses in potions on the Phoenix in a hydroponics lab like on Voyager. Actually, at first, The USS Voyager did not have a hydroponics lab, but the variable environmental controls in cargo bay two were able to support hydroponics equipment. Shortly after Kes joined the crew in 2371, she volunteered to establish a hydroponics bay in cargo bay two in order to provide fresh fruits and vegetables for the crew. I figured that it would give Amy something to do since she didn't have much else to do and she was a Wicca type so she liked plants.

"The ship is here," I told my companions after my Omni-tool had vibrated a few times to let me know, "We need to find somewhere quiet to beam up from".

As I'd expected the phoenix hadn't been gone for too long thanks to its very fast hyperdrive engines. So we headed down an ally, one thankfully free of any homeless or muggers, and moments later we were whisked away in a flash of bright light.

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ISS Banshee. Halloween Universe.

The ISS Banshee (NCC-1798) was a Terran starship, a Terran Empire Constitution-class heavy cruiser in Imperial Starfleet service and like many other vessels it had come into existence due to the Halloween Spell. While the Terran Empire wasn't much of a power in this galaxy as it had collapsed without the leadership of their Emperor and their military leaderships, they did have a few ships that went around bothering other people.

The Constitution-class was a heavy cruiser starship in the service of the Terran Empire service in the 22nd century and 23rd century. The design was originally obtained by the Imperial Starfleet when the USS Defiant of the prime universe was transported to the mirror universe through a dimensional and temporal interphase created by the Tholians.

This ship's very arrogant captain had demanded my surrender, and I found this amusing as the only reason the crew of the Banshee had even known I was in the area was because I'd thought them to be a Federation vessel upon first sighting them on the scanners. I'd figured that might be interested in exchanging data about the local area as they were explorers as were we, so I'd made contact with them. They would never have even seen us if I'd not hailed them.

Well, most of the time we were exploring, traders or seekers of knowledge, today my crew and I were playing the role of space pirates. This was a role I'd prepared for in advance, even as going to as far as to create a special outfit and weapons just in case this happened.

When the ISS Banshee had opened fire, not knowing how badly they were outgunned, I'd responded with ion cannon fire that had disabled the ISS Banshee without causing a warp core overload, this was something I'd worried about and had nearly happened.

At that point, I could have destroyed the enemy vessel, and I'd considered doing so as its technology was less advanced that the Trek tech I already had access to, but I'd then figured the Terran Empire might have technology their Federation counterparts would never think of creating.

Also while the vessel couldn't be stored away as I had no room in any of the Warehouse Addons for a vessel of such size and it was far too large to store in a capsule. Although it did have a few shuttles that should fit inside capsules, I could keep them or sell them later, and that was what I planned to do with the whole vessel. The Terran Empire wasn't in any state to protest and while the ISS Banshee was primitive compared to the Federation vessels out there I figured someone would make me a good offer for it.

Of course, I first had to claim the ship, and this would no easy task as the ISS Banshee had four hundred crewmembers spread over 23 decks. To help even the odds I'd beamed over canisters of knock out gas as I had no desire to slaughter even these evil humans. There were prison worlds out there that would take care of the crew once I'd dropped them off. I'd have to isolate them until then and deal with at least some of the crew, but that could be handled.

To help take the ship quickly we were using the Tollan weapons scanners, these were small devices that disabled all weapons technology apart from Tollan sidearms as they passed by one. The scanner was effective on both projectile weaponry, like those carried by the Tau'ri, and energy weapons, like those used by the Goa'uld. They were typically placed in the doorways or hallways of strategically important buildings and rooms, and they were designed to be easily disconnected for inspection and repair. While the device didn't work on any form of melee weapon (such as a knife) that wasn't much of a concern for us as we really good body armour.

I'd repurposed this technology so as to make it something mobile which could be carried on the belt of my new outfit. I didn't normally use this tech, but the Terran Empire had phasers which could vaporise people and I even I couldn't come back from that. The device also had a limited range and while that would be a problem on a wide-open battlefield where someone could snipe at me from range, in the corridors of a starship the device would serve me and mine just fine.

The device didn't prevent our weapons from working and I put my particle magnum to work, stunning anyone I came across, not even having to lift the Power Cutlass I'd made just to go with this new look.

My new outfit looked like something a pirate would wear, it included leather boots, a cotton shirt and a velvet frock coat all in black with silver stitching, buckles and buttons, however, appearances were one thing reality was another. Like nearly all my clothing the outfit was made from advanced fabrics that had energy-absorbing properties, and I had a personal shield just in case someone had a crossbow on board.

Aside from beaming onboard canisters of potent knock-out gases I'd sent a small army of bots to subdue and confine the crew, who would be contained for a matter of hours, or days before I found somewhere to dump them off. That left taking the bridge to me and Valkyrie, her warrior skills and superhuman powers made her ideal for such an operation. Something the Terran crew who tried to ambush us while wielding only the knives they carried learned rather rapidly. Her strength and reflexes allowed to take down any Terran Empire human with ease.

Valkyrie and I were right now making our way to the bridge, and with a wave of my hand, I sent two red shirts slamming into the bulkheads hard enough to knock them out without killing them, not I would worry if I had killed them as while I had no desire to kill hundreds of humans I wouldn't shed any tears if a few of the evil Terrans did die.

A few of them did die when Valkyrie and I entered the bridge. The senior officers had set up an ambush using rifles as clubs. I christened my new sword in the Captain's blood even as my Asgardian companion made short work of the rest of the bridge crew.

"Yah the ship is ours," I said in a very bad pirate accent.

Or at least it would be once the engineering section was cleared.

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The Phoenix. Halloween Universe.

The agony booth, sometimes known as the agonizer booth, was a disciplinary device utilized aboard Terran starships, for the purpose of torturing disobedient officers. It was also commonly used for interrogations by the Terrans because they were a bunch of petty little sadists.

These agony booths were capable of stimulating the pain centres of virtually any humanoid, a synaptic scan calibrating it for each species. To overcome the limitation of more traditional forms of punishment, in which the nervous system becomes overwhelmed, resulting in the brain becomes desensitized to the pain, the booth's sensors continually shifted the stimulation from one nerve cluster to another, keeping the subject in a constant state of agony for as long as needed.

I had no need to torture people, as that was a crude way of acquiring information, but the tech did interest me and since it would take a few hours for us to be allowed to dock at the space station I intended to visit, I'd decided to take the tech apart and turn it into something much more fun.

Within the workshop I used when working within the Phoenix, I'd turned the agonizer booth into a pleasure booth. Much like I could use one of my new ascended powers to inflict pain or pleasure upon a person by stimulating their nerves with my mind the agonizer could be altered to inflict pleasure rather than pain, and since the stimulation shifted from one nerve cluster to another it remained intense.

There came a point when pleasure and pain were the same, so I had to dial down the settings as the device was tested on my two apprentices Ahsoka Tano and Raven, who were more than happy to help me test my new invention knowing that if anything went wrong I could fix it. Not that there was much risk.

"If I were to add the tech to bombard a person with Metaphasic radiation," I said to Cameron as I went over the data on a nearby read-out "I could make a booth that not only makes you feel good but also reverses ageing, or at the very least slows it down".

Metaphasic radiation was a form of energy which, under certain conditions, reverses the ageing process of most humanoid species, thereby prolonging the life of those who are exposed to it. Metaphasic radiation also has remarkable regenerative and rejuvenating properties, increasing the metabolism and energy levels of those irradiated by it. However, this increased health relies on constant exposure to the radiation; injuries healed by the radiation would eventually return to their previous state once the subject was no longer exposed to the radiation. Not that I needed fancy energy to heal people and if I could find a way to artificially create metaphasic radiation then none of my companions would need to worry about ageing any more as they could just go for treatments in these booths.

"Captain the station is signalling that we can send over a shuttle to dock," a crewmember told me over the comm.

This was good news as I'd been waiting for hours to be able to send over an M-Ship to dock at the station. They didn't let people beam on board and I had a ship to sell. With this in mind, I shut down the booths and instructed my companions to follow me

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Babylon 5. Halloween Universe.

By now my two Battlestars had found a few places to visit between missions for trade as well as R&R. This station was one of them and like Deep Space Nine it served as a centre of trade and diplomacy for the local factions as well as a base of operations for ships to operate from. Also, like DS9 it was defended by a fleet made up of ships from many races who return for using the station for shore leave and resupply would protect the station when in the area and B5 took a small percentage from trade deals as a tax so as to keep the station running.

Unlike DS9 this space station had been majorly upgraded. Passive scans showed that B5 now had an energy shield generator, a complex sensor array, a tractor beam projector and some high tech weapons for defence. This station had to be important to many for other factions to have so freely shared their technology with the station which was still part of the Earth Alliance, such as it was.

I'd not come here to share tech freely. I was here to sell. My ship had dragged the ISS Banshee all the way to this system, and this was an interesting star system as not only did it have the B5 station in it also contained many other places.

Space Precinct was a British television series created by Gerry Anderson. It was a combination of science-fiction drama and police procedural show set in the year 2040 and featured a former NYPD detective Patrick Brogan, now a lieutenant with the Demeter City police force on the planet Altor in the Epsilon Eridani system. Brogan and his partner Jack Haldane had to adjust to living in another solar system while also investigating crimes being committed by aliens as well as humans.

Because of the Halloween Spell, the planet Altor now existed within this system as well as Yellowstone, a planet home to an advanced human civilization. There were more places of interest that those such as Glorie, a world known for its mecha, the Epsilon Eridani Outpost that was part of the Planetary Union, an organisation much like the United Federation of Planets. Dukou, a habitable but glacier-bound world, which was the location of a penal colony called Xixiang, that would soon house the Terran Empire crew I'd taken prisoner. Then there were the Eridani Swordsaints, who inhabited the cold methane world called Eridine that was within this system. The terraformed planet New California as well.

Aside from all that the Epsilon Eridani system hosted six more inhabited planets from the Halo franchise, making this solar system very crowed when compared to others. Reach itself, which was the UNSC's capital world since they didn't have Earth, Tribute, Beta Gabriel, Circumstance, Tantalus, and Epsilon Eridani IV. As well as massive shipyards, orbital defences and a whole fleet of UNSC warships. If the Covenant ever attacked this system they'd have their hands full for sure.

With all that and more it was no surprise that the diplomats at Babylon 5 had their hands full, as not only did they need to keep the peace in this system, a bunch of other factions and races also made use of the station for trade and as the best place for diplomatic meetings.

The first major player I ran into upon setting foot on the station was none other than Londo Mollari, the Centauri Ambassador who was in no way part of the Babylon 5 command staff or the Earth Alliance diplomatic staff. I didn't find this offensive as the staff of B5 had their hands full with just the day to day affairs of keeping things running smoothly in this system.

"Ah good you are here!" he yelled, he was wobbling somewhat as he was more than a little inebriated, having no doubt sauntered up from Casino. "I wanted to see you right away and inform you of my government's bid for the ship you're trying to sell".

My ship had visited this system before, but even my vessel, that didn't appear on most scans, hadn't gotten much attention given how packed this system was with vessels of all kinds. Because of this, I'd not yet met any main characters who called this station their home. I was not surprised by the sudden attention as while the ISS Banshee was not the most advanced of spacecraft it still outclassed the vessels of many other powers and it was still a functioning starship as such it had value. Its technology was worthless to me, I'd already taken it from the one bit of tech that had interested me, but that didn't mean the ship no longer had value to me as I could sell and buy stuff I did want with the money I got for the ship.

"Thank you, Ambassador," I said while taking the offered data crystal "I'll get back to you as soon as I've had the chance to consider the other bids".

If they were smart they wouldn't just be offering me mere money they'd be offering me information, such as star charts, exotic bits of tech as well as supplies of Quantium-40, which was naturally radioactive, chemically complex material that possessed an extremely unusual quasi-crystalline structure that prevented it from being replicated.

In its raw form, Q-40 could only be found in small amounts in other rock, mostly deposited in the crust of Class 4 planets such as Arisia III. The presence of Q-40 is often betrayed by the detection of diridium gas in the atmosphere. However, this is not always a guaranteed sign and sometimes what Q-40 may be present can mostly consist of improperly formed crystalline structures, or are too tainted by other minerals to make extraction economical.

Virtually every space-faring race in the Babylon 5 verse depended on the acquisition of Quantium 40 in order to build their gates, making it exceptionally valuable. It was the Naquadah of the Babylon 5 universe and since it was no deadly in its pure form I'd never made any using the Matter Furnace, or if I ever had I must have gone to great lengths to do so safely. Even my powerful mind didn't recall every project I'd worked on.

"Captain Gothic?" the station XO asked as she got my attention "I'm Lt-Commander Susan Ivanova. On behalf of Earth Alliance and Captain Sheridan, welcome to Babylon 5".

I quickly looked the EA officer up and down, subtly as possible, she was a good looking woman, and while I was too jaded to visibly react over meeting fictional characters whom I admired the teenage boy inside me was making a squeeing noise right now.

"Thank you," I said.

The XO took charge of the situation and got arranged for someone to show us around.

"We're a little short of guest quarters" she mentioned, "So you'll have to share rooms".

This wouldn't be a problem as the Cosmic Warehouse had housing for companions and I doubted that any of us would be spending much in our rooms when there was so much to do on this station.