Chapter 4

How easy it had been! Gel Sadra practically danced with glee as her men dragged the Condor into the small chamber. It took three guards to get his body onto the table, before the restraints were locked around his chest, wrists, thighs, and ankles.

It had been so simple. She had discovered an old base of Katse's that hadn't been used in nearly three years. She had brought along a small handful of men, and a set of Leapwave transmission equipment, playing with the settings until she thought she had sent out an appropriate signal. It had taken some time for her researchers to come up with the likely frequency range. It had only been a guess on her part (albeit an educated one) but it appeared to have paid off.

Condor Joe was now at her mercy.

"Leave us!" she declared, moving her arm in a sweeping motion.

The green-uniformed soldiers rushed out of the chamber, eager to escape their mistress' presence. She had been alternatively moody and elated over the last few days; her moods completely unpredictable. While they had been used to that from Lord Katse, this kind of behavior from their current leader was somewhat unusual, and definitely unwelcome.

Finally, Gel Sadra and the Condor were alone.

Tentatively, she reached out a finger to touch his face. She had memorized it from the Galactor files. She had watched as Katse had tortured this man, yet he had never given up. He had survived the worst Galactor could throw at him, and proven himself stronger.

And since that day, the Condor had become more powerful than ever. Even unconscious, the hard lines of his face spoke of the grim determination that fueled him.

But now, he was hers.

Carefully, she took the syringe of serum that had been prepared for her by Hoskins' team, and injected it into the Condor's arm. She was ready for him to wake, now.

But… what if it wasn't enough?

The Condor wasn't completely human: he was a cyborg, and extremely physically fit. He was a large man, with a high body mass. It was possible that one dose of the compound was insufficient to bring on the effect she wanted.

Just to make sure, Gel Sadra gave the Condor a second dose of the serum.

He did not move as she injected him again, but lay still on the table.

For the next few minutes she watched him, studying his features. How different it was, having the leisure to examine him in person, rather than from some impersonal computer file.

Excitement coursed through her veins, as she touched his skin, willing him to awaken.

As she stared at him, a vague recollection surfaced. It was hazy, as if it had happened a very long time ago… before her life with Galactor? She had thought that she didn't remember anything before waking up in Leader X's presence two years ago, but this image was obviously from before that time.

She heard a soft voice speaking to her… telling her a story. Someone was holding her hand, squeezing it gently, then brushing her hair lovingly from her face. The story was about a beautiful princess who had slept for a hundred years, only to awaken when a prince kissed her.

Yes, that was it!

With childlike glee, Gel Sadra bent her head down, pressing her lips against those of her unconscious victim.

But Joe was not unconscious. He had awoken a few moments before, but years of conditioning allowed him to remain still, as he assessed the situation. There had only been quiet rustling noises, and the light touch of someone's fingers on his face, and arms. He felt his restraints, and knew that he was, at least temporarily, a prisoner.

This was definitely not Rafael's lab.

However, the shock of being kissed caused his eyes to pop open, and the masked face before him made the Condor recoil in horror.

"Gel Sadra!" he hissed, attempting to cover his fear with bravado.

What the hell was wrong with him? This overblown psychotic had never frightened him before. Yet now, knowing that he was restrained, and that she could do with him as he pleased…

He had never been more terrified.

A low whimper escaped him, despite his efforts to hold it back.

Gel Sadra smiled, pleased that the serum appeared to be working.

"Condor Joe," she smiled, "I'm so pleased that you decided to join me."

Seeing his fearful expression, she attempted to calm him.

"I'm not going to hurt you." she crooned, in what she thought was a soothing manner. "No, that's not my intention at all. In fact, I think you'll enjoy what I have in mind."

Joe struggled in vain against his restraints. What did she have in mind? He had to get out of here! But, no one knew where he was…

A Birdscramble! In a moment of clarity, he banged his left wrist against the metallic cuff holding it, sending a signal to his Team.

"You need to relax." Gel Sadra whispered, running her hands over his arms. He was powerless to stop her, as she touched his body in ways he had never expected. She pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans, smoothing the palms of her hands over the bare skin of his stomach, her fingers skirting his waistband.

No! God, no… he couldn't think of anything more repulsive, and yet…

He couldn't deny that his body was responding. Despite his every effort, he found himself becoming more and more inflamed, his thoughts focusing only on the sensations her hands were evoking in him. Every time he tried to think of something else, he was blocked. The only thing his mind could process was the pleasure his body was feeling… and the further pleasures it needed to feel. The sensations went on and on, building slowly, but unstoppable in their force.

He didn't know how long it had been, but he soon realized that what was left of his resistance was crumbling. Certainly, these sensations were not unfamiliar to him, but he had never found himself so overwhelmed by them, so uncaring of the consequences of his actions.

Reluctantly, Gel Sadra stopped, pulling back, forcing herself away. She watched as the Condor panted and moaned, enjoying the feel of her touch.

And then, she knew victory as he cried out through clenched teeth, as if resenting the plea he uttered, yet unable to prevent its coming forth.

"Don't… stop…"

The tiniest shred of his logical mind remained, horrified at the words his betraying lips had spoken.

He was unable to stop this. The feverish tide overtaking his body was unstoppable. Even now, his hands twitched in their restraints, not to escape, but to satisfy this furious lust.

But… not with her… anyone else… please…

An image rose up in his mind. Lush curves danced invitingly before him. Green eyes sparkled flirtatiously, begging him to take the charms she offered.

Jun.

Suddenly, his final shred of resistance vanished, as he imagined the Swan touching him, kissing him, embracing him. The sensations he felt were instantly magnified, as his mind encouraged the fantasy to its fullest extent.

Gel Sadra smiled. The serum was doing its work. The Condor was obviously completely overtaken by his lusts, and was practically begging for her attentions. She had taken her time, allowing everything to build, but the anticipation was well worth it.

The moment had arrived.

Slowly, the Galactor Leader pulled a hidden lever, releasing the Condor's restraints. He made no move to escape, but merely writhed on the table, seeking her attentions once more.

She reached out, intending to begin removing his clothing, but as her fingers touched his belt, a powerful rush of heat and force threw her back against the wall.

The door to the room had exploded inward, and as the smoke cleared, Gel Sadra saw a figure in white stepping through the blackened remains of the wall.