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Naked and wandering tunnels that are dimly lit, Joan-Marie is unsure of what is going on and is very scared. The tunnels remind her too much of the subterranean labyrinths of the mind flayer laboratories that she grew up in. Upon turning a corner she comes to a balcony over looking a briny pool that holds a huge mass of pinkish gray material not unlike an extremely oversized brain. From time to time a tentacle or more rises from the pool, waves about for a few minutes before submerging into the briny waters once again. She need not think twice as to what she is seeing; it is an elder brain pool, the center of any illithid community. Backing away from the balcony she is captured by a group of tentacles and holds her fast. Pavlov gropes her breasts in a clinical manner. It examines her body and chuckles to itself. Taking out a syringe, it injects something into Joan-Marie and almost smirks as much as an illitihid can.

"What did you, stick into me?!" Joan-Marie asks in a voice tinged with fear as her eyes go wide.

"Relax, Joan-Marie." Pavlov says directly to her mind. "It is just a catalyst for something we already have floating in your blood line. You were created by stealing a distant cousin, a grand daughter of a sibling of Bastylle's own grandfather with a distant cousin of Remmy's own mother. In short you have the capacity to display stripes like the stray dog."

"You want me to deliver him to you don't you?" Joan-Marie asks with a growl. "Is there any way to be free of you?"

"No, slave," Pavlov declares with arrogance. "You are our property. So is Bastylle, we will get him back, and you will be our lure."

"He is strong, Pavlov." Joan-Marie declares with a smug smirk. "Are you really sure you want to go near him?"

"You place as much trust in him as you like, slave." Pavlov retorts. "It will be in vain. He will be made an example of. But it will be amusing if you can give birth to any descendants like him to serve us."

"I actually still have that function?" Jean-Marie inquires darkly as she feels a part of her betrayed.

"Initially against my better judgment but I am beginning to see more and more merits of the inclusion." Pavlov intones as it darkly chuckles. "After all, it makes you that much more of an effective honey trap."

Jean-Marie hangs her head as Pavlov gropes her to make her squirm. "You enjoy doing this, don't you? My discomfort is getting you off."

"Getting off? Ah, a form of amusement. My kind is above such petty diversions. It is time for you to awaken, slave." Pavlov's tone is that of great annoyance. His dream self begins the process of devouring her brain, which causes the waking Jean-Marie to bolt upright and find herself alone in the bed.

As Captain, Rembrandt has his own quarters separate from the crew that serves as his sleeping chambers as well as his office. Remmy is going over some paperwork when Joan-Marie awakens. She does not see him at first but she does smell the piles of powdered eggs and sausages that indicate that it is indeed morning. Enchanted lanterns float about the room providing magical illumination. Looking up from is ledgers, Rembrandt smiles over at the awakening one at first until she gets closer and her altered fur pattern can be clearly seen. Grabbing a flintlock pistol, Rembrandt glares at Jean-Marie.

"Halt right zere, mon ami!" Rembrandt warns in a commanding tone of voice.

Joan-Marie blinks in surprise until she notices that her coloration has changed. The striping pattern that was induced in the dream is revisited upon her waking body. "Pavlov you bastard." Jean-Marie grumbles.

"Vhat be ze meaning in calling out tah zis Pavlov character. Ze only Pavlov I personally know about is a mind flayer vizard and psion and other vise no good being. Von I personally plan on killing zome day."

"I wish you would, Mon Capitan." Joan-Marie intones in all seriousness. "I was attacked by him in my dream..." And while Joan-Marie would very much love to tell Remmy all about what went on, Pavlov paralyzes her body and shuts down her mind to prevent her from revealing its presence in her head.

"Interesting! Very very interesting." Rembrandt himself intones as he examines her. "It vould seem zat I am not ze only von vith vestiges of mind flayer programming running about in mine head. Or are you still in zere, Pavlov, old sinnah?" Rembrandt gropes Jean-Marie gently; sensually which elicits moans from the newly striped bitch. Looking into her eyes, Rembrandt can see the fires of life struggling to exist. "I know you are in zere, Pavlov, mine old foe. And I tell you now to LISTEN UP!! You life ist mine! I will kill you, and free zis creature from your control. I do not know vat sort of ting you got on her, but I vill find out. You have taken far too much from me, Mon Ami, but I now I claim zis bitch as mine own. All you have done is ensure that ven vee have pups zat zey vill have stripes. And vhile I should be grateful for zis, it vill not prevent me from taking your unvorthy head as a trophy. She ist mine now, Pavlov. I vill all I can to make it so. I promise you zat zis mental rape zhall not go unpunished. You and your kind have much to answer for. And I have dedicated ze rest of mine days to ensuring that every last copper of pain and suffering zat you and your kind have inflicted upon ze multiverse is repaid a thousand fold!"

The very force of his conviction breaks the connection between Pavlov and Jean-Marie for the moment. But while she is disconnected from the illithid his will remains at least partially in place. She collapses back onto the bed in a heap, almost lifeless. Her naked chest rises and falls but otherwise there is no indication that she still lives. Rembrandt kneels before the bed and openly weeps. He kisses her breasts more out of love than lust as he gently nuzzles her. A vixen dressed like she could be either a pirate or a gypsy comes across the scene and walks in. She hugs the Captain dearly.

"Captain?" She asks with more than a little concern in her verse. "Are you alright?"

"No, Annie, I am not alright." Rembrandt says solemnly. "Zis is Joan-Marie, ze bard vee took in among ze new crew. She was a sleeper agent of our enemies but I vould made her a double agent loyal to us in time. Zey have taken from me."

"Wasn't she a normal alsation bitch?" Annie Read asks to which Remmy nods. "I see, looks like they did something to her remotely to make her more attractive to you."

"Zhey didn't need to." Rembrandt says before giving Jean-Marie's bosom another nuzzle. "I wanted her before zis change. Just like I vant you from time to time."

"I know, Captain, and I am always glad to serve you in that capacity." Annie says with a lustful smile as she takes off her shirt. "Do you need me now?"

"Yes, Annie, I think I do." Rembrandt admits as gropes her breasts. "But less as a lover than your psychic abilities. Can you go into her mind and find out vhat has been done to her?"

"Certainly, Captain," Annie says with a lustful grin. "But just remember that I still need to do more breeding experiments with you."

"I have not forgotten, Mon Ami," Rembrandt says as Annie places her hands to Jean-Marie's temples. "I will see vhat I can do to add mine stripes to you family line."

The curly haired vixen transfers herself naked into the bitch's mind. But Annie has Joan-Marie at a bit of a disadvantage. Encased in ice, the representation of Marie's mind is slow to respond. Annie would use her own psychic attack powers to free her but she can sense there is some sort of shield that would reflect those powers back at her if she tried. However though she is trapped, Jean-Marie can still communicate with Annie as an oppressive presence begins to rise in consciousness around her.

"I don't know who you are, but if you're in my mind you must be a psychic of some ability." Joan-Marie elucidates. "You don't have much time before the psycho stalker Pavlov set up in my mind awakens to try and take care of you permanently."

"My name is Annie Read." Annie relates. "The captain sent me to find out what is going on in your pretty little head."

"Pavlov has trapped my soul and my mind in psychic ice." Joan-Marie explains. "I am his prisoner here until Remmy can rescue me."

"Where is this place physically?" Annie asks to which Joan-Marie shakes her head. "I can't tell you that. All I can say is that in order to free me he needs to find and defeat three illithids of the normal type save their choice of career paths. One who has merged its form with the darkness, one who has demon blood in its system and a noble of their kind. All six are know to him. The psychic warrior Kon'Q'est used to physically abuse him as did Inq'yst a monk dedicated to evil order. Wisp and Malys also interacted with him from time to time. Pavlov conducted experiments on me as well as him as a ulitharid know only as the Leader was the claws on administrator of his, mine and at least a dozen other facilities."

"I know of this group as well. I have followed Remmy since he led the revolt. I threw my lot in with him as he took the pirate's path and never looked back." Annie admits. "What do each of these advanced monsters hold that we need to free you?"

"Inq'yst has the Amulet of the Psycho-Pirate which will allow Remmy to take what he needs from the minds of the others. In the mind of Wisp is the map to the system where I am being held. Kon'Q'est knows where the flamberge that can shatter this ice is kept in the base as well as the codes that need to be used to draw it out of the ethereal case in which it is kept. Malys knows the codes to get into the base in the first place and how to activate the flamberge's special ability that will let it shatter the ice surrounding me safely in a single strike. Pavlov knows where I am and the Leader knows how to escape from the base before it self destructs once he has freed me."

"I hope I can remember all that. But I will relate this to the Captain." Annie assures. "Anything I can do for you in the meantime?"

"Just keep my body safe so eventually I can have children with Remmy." Jean-Marie requests of the vixen.

"You're not the only one with that desire." Annie relates. "But I will do that. Your body is in stasis now. Rembrandt alone will want to keep your body safe until you can get back to it. He likes you. But then again he likes all those femmes that join with him of their own accord."

Annie and Joan share a conspiratorial glance at one another. When Annie comes out of her trance she walks over to the desk and writes down what they need to do so she can relate it to Remmy. Rembrandt just watches her write and nods his approval as she does so. When she has finished writing up the battle plan she leans against her captain who escorts her to the bed. Securing Joan-Marie in such a way in an overhead hammock that she will not be disturbed as well as being thoroughly cocooned, Rembrandt turn back to his bed to find a completely naked and thoroughly horny Annie waiting for him.

No words are spoken as Remmy strips himself as he approaches. Annie reaches out to lovingly scratch and grope at his scrotum. Licking at his sheath she coaxes his phallus out to play as Rembrandt himself licks her labia and suckles at her clit. Both canines moan in unison as they enjoy the feeling of tongues on sensitive areas of their bodies. When the dog is hard enough to penetrate her folds, the vixen opens herself up to him as she has done so many times before. Penetrating her easily, Remmy gives his chief medical officer a passionate kiss on her muzzle before lowering his lips and the tongue they conceal down to her bosom. Annie moans in pleasure and surrenders herself to her Captain. While they get hot and heavy in their mutual petting, Gumjah walks in to discuss their destination. However, once he sees Annie having her way with the Captain the giff just smirks to himself and leaves the pair alone. He knows better than to disturb the captain.

Gumjah walks down to the galley of the ship where he finds Murray, Archie, Todd and the Stooge brothers enjoying a meal with the rest of the crew. The new comers are all chatting with the crew, the brothers helping out the wenches that serve as waitresses as the whole of the crew call out the paladin's name.

"At ease!" Gumjah bellows in mock indignation. "The Captain will join us as soon as he finishes shooting his pistol with Doctor Read."

"The vixen's getting her own examine, eh, Gumjah!?!" Calls a voice in the crowd.

Todd raises his hand: "How can I get that kind of appointment?"

"Oh I think that can be arranged." Annie says as she sashays her way in followed by the Captain himself.

"Attention!" Bastylle bellows. "Our new bard has been mentally assaulted by ze illitihids and is now indisposed indefinitely." An uproar of righteous indignation erupts from the crew before Rembrandt motions for silence. "We are going tah free her. But to do zhat we need tah fight some of zhe worst of zhe worst. No less zhan five very powerful individuals. I personally know zhat zhere power is great and zhose zhat have been vith me zhe longest know zhem from our time of mutual incarceration. Zhe shadowy Visp who would torture our minds and do its best to disrupt our plans with its very presence. Malys, zhat fiend-spawn of infernal design zhat consigned many of our fellow prisoners tah zhe torture of Hell. Inq'yst and Kon'Q'est zhe top torturer who would twist our bodies tah wring confessions from our lips and zhe chief sadist of our guards who would get its kicks from our mangled corpses. Pavlov who considers itself a scientist experimenting on us for its own amusement and vhatever twisted theories it wished to test out. And finally zhe von known only as zhe Leader. Always watching and directing its lower brethren telepathically. Vee are taking a biziness trip to Tropisphere to try and learn vhere vee might find Inq'yst and begin a quest of conquest and the shedding of much illithid blood. Who's vith me!?!"

A pall of silence falls on the gathered for a moment before the crew begins to yell out its support.

"We're with ye, Cap'n!"

"It's about time, Remmy!"

"Vengeance is ours!"

"FINALLY!"

"REM-ME! REM-ME! REM-ME!"

"As always, Captain," Gumjah says stoically and with pride. "Your cause is righteous. Your reasoning is to combat evil and rescue the innocent. We would follow you into the bowels of Hell if that's what it took."

"Let's hope not, Gumjah, my friend," Rembrandt says with a smile. "But I am sure the crew would do what it could. And for that I am eternally grateful."