Chapitre 5: Ambush
I lay in wait with my sniper rifle lying down in the darkness, my breasts pressed against the hard ground with a layer of leather in the way. I hadn't thought about it before, but I quickly realized why the game provided me with leather. My body felt hugged, my fingers were super sensitive, and the solid texture was less straining than anything cloth. While I had been working on the traps, I found that sensitivity exceedingly useful for finding flaws and working with things. Solid matter to me was extremely comfortable.
I remembered the mattress and how much it scratched my skin, and I hated the feeling. In real life, I loved the texture of mattresses, while in this world, I hated it. My fingers were too sensitive, so I needed solid surfaces since they were almost like silk. I stroked the solid surface of my sniper rifle with ease while I waited in ambush. The solid metal felt comforting and good to my sensitive fingers. I waited patiently and didn't care that he had not come up yet. I expected him to notice my footprints and think I was either here or had left.
It was almost an hour after I first spotted the man in my skimmer until he showed up in the cave. I could hear his footsteps in the quiet cave and slowed my breathing. I remembered the call of duty VRMMO I used to play and how much controlling your breathing mattered in it. I tried out for teams for their sniper class, but I never could get used to that quick scope meta. It was a hard game, and I went for the run and gun class in the end, which I never truly felt in the element for.
I waited in silence, my thoughts whirling into unnecessary things as I watched. I wanted him alive but would take him dead if I had to. His footsteps got louder and louder, and finally, I saw him enter the light with a rifle-looking device in his hands. He looked around slowly at his camp with an eye for looking at things in detail. I turned my scope to look at him and found it at chest level, but I couldn't see well through it. I wished I had a different scope on the sniper, but instead of complaining, I waited.
He moved around the camp and scoffed. "Where the fuck is the dumbass that left that skimmer out there. I saw the tracks coming in and not coming out. You definitely are here." The man's husky voice spoke, and I felt it in my loins a little. I loved Husky voices and higher-pitched women's voices. It was two voice fetishes that I hated but still rang true.
I didn't pay attention to it, though I lay in and beyond as he looked towards the darkness. He reached out, opened a crate with his rations, and found nothing moved. I could see his frown, and he moved to the next crate, and I readied myself.
His hand reached out slowly and his hand touched the button, and he opened the crate.
Bang!
The explosive trap set off, and the man reeled in surprise, stepping back into the darkness and crying out as his leg stepped into the darkness where my small claw trap was. It viciously clamped down on his heel, and he screamed in pain, falling back and he fell onto his ass; his other leg fell into the Large Claw Trap, making him scream in pain as it clamped down on his leg. I joined the fun and got up, no longer needing my sniper rifle as the man started to comprehend what just happened when I reached him and pressed the nuzzle of my gun to his temple.
"Live or Die?" I asked him, pressing harder into his temple, making him groan.
His screaming suddenly died, and I saw that fearsome man looking afraid. "Who are you?" He asked, his voice trembling a little.
I pressed harder against his temple and pushed his head harder. "Live or Die?" I asked again, "Three." I began counting, and I saw his eyes widen. "Two," I stated without caring, and the guy's eyes swiveled.
"LIVE, PLEASE LET ME LIVE!" He suddenly exclaimed.
I looked down at him, turned, and pointed the gun at his Achilles heel. I flattened my ears in the vain hope of dampening the sound and shot his heel, severing it and cutting off his ability to run. His scream echoed in the camber, but it was all oddly dampened as my ears pressed down against my head. His legs couldn't move well, and I moved to shoot the Achilles tendon, and the guy screamed some more. He cried out loudly and writhed in pain as I stood straight and I pushed the man down, checking his body. I quickly found some things and received notifications as I checked his body.
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New Trait Unlocked: Merciless
Make sure an enemy cannot retaliate.
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Unato Handgun series 336
A basic handgun commonly found throughout the Galaxy is made by the Unato Company.
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Basic Datapad
Contains a hard drive and viewing software so that you can make and read basic information that you have downloaded or dictated.
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It wasn't much, but I wasn't about to leave this guy just like this, and I opened up the food container, found some medical supplies, and turned back to the guy. I began to strip him bare, taking his bloody clothes and tossing them away, finding a harness underneath his shirt, and I took the gun he was hiding. I grinned as it was a duplicate of the other, and I used bandages to tie up his arms. It wasn't the best, but it was what I had. I opened up the claw traps then, and blood started to pour from his wounds.
I finished bandaging his wounds and got another notification as I finished.
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New Trait Unlocked: First aider
You know the basics of First aid and can treat simple wounds.
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I nodded to myself as the guy groaned on the ground, and I opened one of the crates quickly, finding the trap wire in the trap create, which was a way I could set up the traps if I wanted to. I grabbed it, wrapped it around the guy's arms, and tied them up securely like I had done so many times with my ex-boyfriends and girlfriends in real life. I made sure to tie him up and contemplated if I should hog-tie him when I got a new notification.
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New Trait Unlocked: Dominatrix Rope tyer
You clearly know your way around the rope with experience tying up submissives.
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I blushed at that as the trait actually was completely right. The rope was hot when it accented muscles and breasts. When it spread a pussy apart so you could tease it. I shook my head hard, stopping that line of thought before I looked down at my captive again. He was helpless now and still groaning in pain. Only ten-fifteen minutes ago, he was free, and now I had him all tied up and captured. It was kind of a disappointment how easily he fell into my trap, but I wasn't about to take any chances. I didn't have any proper restraining gear, and the man was still recovering from the sudden ambush.
I grabbed my sniper and put it on my back before I grabbed him by the wire holding his arms and dragging him. He suddenly cried out as I dragged him down into the darkness of the cave to the entrance. I didn't have any rope or anything back in the Skimmer, but who knew what this dumbass brought with him, and I wasn't about to leave him alone in the cave. If there was nothing to restrain him better, I had one more way to constrain him with no hope for him if he tried to escape. That was a little cruel; I didn't want to go that route, even in a game.
His groans and cries as I dragged him down were annoying, and he was heavy. I didn't remember what this guy did, but he matched the image I was shown, and It took almost an hour to get him back to the skimmer. I dropped him at the edge of the cave from the desert and heaved a sigh of relief as I reached the edge. I found the skimmer only a meter or so away from the cliff entrance, and I looked at the man. He was groaning, and he no longer looked so tough. I opened the trunk of the Skimmer and noticed a couple of new crates, and I grinned, opening them up. I looked them over and found some parts and electronics in one, but I didn't know what they were for. It seemed this guy needed parts for something, and I bet it had to do with the transmitter and the landing pad. Maybe needed to boost the signal.
I opened the next crate and found more with a little blood on some parts. I found a blueprint, and I smiled as I looked at it. "Well, look at this," I said.
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Singal Booster Blueprint
Teaches you to make a Signal booster helping send out messages for another hundred thousand kilometers.
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Wow! It seems that the criminal here needed to boost the signal in order to get whoever was going to pick him up. But now, with him captured, I faced a dilemma. I could just take the dumbass tied up behind me and bring him back to wherever I came from. But I could also make the transmitter and the signal booster and send a signal to whoever was going to pick this guy up and maybe steal their ship.
It was a hard choice, and I opened the last Crate and found something that made life much easier. Base supplies, along with some ropes and tarps, so I didn't have to look at the guy's dick any longer. I grinned and grabbed a length of rope when my stomach growled, requesting food. I looked down at my flat stomach, opened the bag I had brought, pulled out some rations,, and began munching on them before heading back to my captive.
"Y-You are a bounty hunter," The guy said as I got close to him, "One of those fucking Rish Cats that have nothing better to do since you lost your homeworld. Let me help you; you no longer have to be a government dog. The federation will not help you!" He cried out as I reached him again with the rope. I quickly bound his legs, making him groan.
"Come on, Please, Hear me out!" He cried out with pain, lacing his words.
"Then speak," I told him, interested to hear his words, but I would not let him go easily.
"Why are you tying me up then!" he complained.
"You're my Prisoner, and if you don't somehow convince me to change sides, then I will bring you back as my bounty. Three hundred thousand Federation Credits is what you have to beat." I told him, keeping my voice cold, and I heard him growl as I turned him over and tied his legs up to his arms and reclaimed the wire while pressing a foot on his back before retying his arms now bound to his legs also making it even harder for him to move. As I had the extra rope, though, I bound his arms to his sides, giving him a Bra with rope before I tied it off. I looked down at my work as he groaned, and I knew my first girlfriend would have loved to be bound like this. Looking at it, I knew that she would be dripping wet, wanting me inside her.
"Okay, Fine," he cried out, "What the fuck? Are you a Dominatrix or something? I can't fucking move a fucking finger!" His complaints fell on my ears, and I showed him a knowing smile before going back to a dead-panned look as I looked through my loot.
"I am meeting up with some pirates that run a large organization against the federation. They are looking for my signal to come to pick me up in a spaceship. You have my datapad, and you can see we have a bargaining position. Come on, I already found them, and we can easily make Five hundred thousand credits if you sell it to them." The man said, looking up at me from the ground. "More money, and you get better things from it."
I couldn't help but scoff, but I also started to think. If the pirates were looking to get a message from him, I could use that to my advantage, and I smiled genuinely for the first time. "Tell me more about this deal and the cash we can make. I also want to hear about this Pirate crew you are dealing with." I said it all with a very interested smile, and my bounty looked hopeful.
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