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There was a loud clatter as the rest of the batch burst through the door all at once.
“Be careful with the- maker, what happened?!” Tech began to reprimand his brothers for disrespecting the ship, until he noticed you.
Your wrists were bound in front of you, and Hunter’s bandana was stuffed in your mouth. You looked like you were almost asleep on your feet, your face and neck were flushed, your eyes half-lidded as you swayed gently back and forth. He could hear you gently groaning in what he could only assume was pain
“She got bit by some kind of creature.” Echo explained. “Wrecker grabbed it and brought it back.”
Wrecker held up a canteen proudly.
“It’s messed with her pretty bad, she’s really not herself.” Wrecker explained.
“What about the gag?” Tech asked.
“She got bite-y.” Crosshair explained, pushing past Tech and heading for the refresher. “Not in the fun way.”
“Your problem now.” Wrecker said, handing the canteen over to Tech as he dragged you into the makeshift med-bay.
Tech quickly followed to see Wrecker place you down gently on the table.
Your head lolled back against wall at first, and you shuffled about for a while. Seemingly unable to get comfortable. Your low groaning continued.
Tech decided you were safe there for a moment. Instead, he took the canteen over to his workbench and peered inside.
A dead serpent awaited him, only about as long as his forearm. The creature would have been easy to miss in the thick jungle of this planet. He used some tweezers to pry the creature's mouth open, working a fang loose. Once it was free, he reached for an electro-swab, running it over the surface of the tooth. After a few nail-biting moment’s his datapad pinged, leaving a list of chemicals detected by the swab.
DETECTED COMPOUNDS— water, dentin, saliva, trace levels of human blood and skin followed by a list of specific chemical compounds
There was a large red exclamation point next to one chemical whose name he didn’t recognise, so Tech brought up the info tab.
- a potent venom found in many species native to this system. The venom is a neurotoxin, elevating the heart rate, confusing and eventually killing the serpents typical prey items. Though not usually fatal to humanoids, aside from rare cases of allergic reactions. It can cause an array of symptoms. In Twileks, the venom can cause light-headedness or fainting. Nautolans experience a racing heart plus fever, but no mental symptoms. Togruta and Wookies have both proven to be immune to the substance. In humans it can cause an increased heart rate, fever, disorientation, and an intense sexual desire that can appear endless.
Tech blushed as he read that last part. He hadn’t seen any sign of an allergic reaction earlier. Just to be sure, he glanced back over at you, only for his jaw to drop and his cheeks to redden even further.
You had managed to work your bound hands into your tight leggings, and it became extremely obvious that you were definitely experiencing the intense sexual desire that the info tab had listed. That would also explain the groaning.
He turned back to his data pad with a blush, pointedly trying his best to ignore your muffled moans as he started searching for any mention of a cure or antivenom.
“Hunter.” Tech called, poking his head out of the med bay door.
“Give me good news, Tech.” Hunter said as he walked closer.
“Well. There’s good news and bad news.” Tech explained. “The good news is I can synthesise an antivenom, in fact, I’ve already begun the process.”
“What’s the bad news?” Hunter pressed.
“We need to keep our patient comfortable until that point, and well… she’s extremely confused. This toxin causes disorientation and affects her heart rate. She’s also experiencing a very intense sexual drive.”
“She’s what?” Hunter’s eyes widened.
“It’s nothing to worry about, it can only hurt her if we ignore it.” Tech explained.
“So it can hurt her?” Hunter clarified.
“Yes. If her system doesn’t get the release it needs, there could be some permanent damage to her heart.” Tech explained. “She needs to be stimulated until the antivenom is ready. Which could be a few hours.”
“Can she uhm… take care of herself?” Hunter asked, keeping his voice as hushed as possible in the hopes of sparing you any more embarrassment by letting the rest of the squad know what was happening.
“That is the ideal situation. However, such a long walk through the jungle has left her exceedingly exhausted. She’s been… managing… on her own, but she’s getting a lot more restless and her vitals are getting worse, presumably from the exhaustion and coronary symptoms.” Tech explained. Then admitted his real problem. “I’m not really sure what to do. If her condition doesn’t change soon I might have to help, but for her dignity’s sake I’m hoping it doesn’t have to come to that.”
“I think I can find something to help.” Hunter’s face was pale as he hurried over to your curtained-off cot and started to dig around.
A few minutes later he returned and handed Tech an object wrapped in an undershirt.
“She uhh... uses this sometimes.” Hunter explained. “I try not to notice but, you know, enhanced hearing. Whatever happens, keep me posted on her condition.”
Tech curiously pulled the cloth back to peek at the item. A blush quickly shot up his neck as he noticed hot pink silicone and realised what he was holding.
“I see.” Tech said quickly covering the object again.
“One more question.” Hunter asked.
“Go ahead.” Tech replied.
“Why did she bite Cross?”
“Oh.” Tech paused to think. “I believe she may have been trying to initiate sexual activity. As I stated, the toxin can cause a lot of confusion, she’s not really in a communicative state.”
“I see.” Hunter said. “I’ll just tell him she wasn’t trying to be mean.”
Once Tech returned to the med bay, he realised you were in a much more dire state. Your movements had become more sluggish, but you were clearly no less desperate for stimulation. You were writhing on the table, legs pressed tightly together, sweat glistened on your skin, and upon closer inspection, Tech realised your eyes were wet with tears.
“Oh no.” He murmured. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would be this bad, I should have been quicker. I’m so sorry.”
He was mostly talking to himself, in your current state you weren’t able to recognise his accountability, let alone understand his apology.
He gently swiped your sweat-slicked hair off your forehead.
“Oh my.” He murmured. “You really are burning up.”
He reached for the shears on his work bench and started to cut your damp clothes away.
“I’m sorry but I’m going to leave the binders on for now.” Tech told you. “At the moment there’s a pretty high chance you’d wind up hurting yourself… or me. Besides, you seem to be managing ok with them on so far.”
You groaned as cool air kissed your skin. Your head leant back off the exam table as you let out a sigh.
“Hunter told me to bring this to you.” Tech informed you, not really sure you could even understand him right now.
He placed your vibrator into your bound hands, hoping you’d know what to do.
Something had to be said for the importance of muscle-memory, because even in your heavily altered state you managed to expertly find the right buttons to push until the toy began to hum to life.
Tech watched as you quickly brought the toy to your burning centre, sighing with relief in unison with you.
After a few moments his brain caught up with the situation. He flushed as he realised he probably shouldn’t be staring right at you while this was happening, and he instead coughed and excused himself to his desk so he could monitor the progress of the antivenom.
He tried to ignore you as best he could while still monitoring you for safety. He told himself that the tightening of his trousers was merely a biological reaction of his own, and he was just going to have to ignore it for the time being.
That is, until he heard you finally speak.
“Tech.” You groaned.
Surely he was mistaken. You’d been far from silent this whole time, various moans, gasps and sighs escaping you as you worked through your… predicament.
“Tech.”
There it was again. Unmistakable this time.
“Yes?” He asked, raising his eyes from his desk.
“Please. Need you.” You told him.
“I’m working as fast as I can. This compound needs to incubate for another hour at least, then I have to spin-“
“No!” You whined.
Your back arched, and tech couldn’t help but bite his lip as he watched you.
“Not there.” You sighed, making eye contact with him again. “I need you here.”
You gestured as best you could with bound hands to where your vibrator was buried inside you.
“I-uhh. I’m sure you’re going to be just fine by yourself. You’ve got your toy now, right?” He said hopefully.
“Need more.” You sighed. "Need you."
“Of course you do.” He sighed, craning his neck to get a better view of you.
“Tech.” You moaned his name, your hands now moving the toy aside to give him a better view.
He blushed hard, unable to tear his gaze away again.
“Please.” You begged. Your voice broke as you continued to contort and grind your body in search of pleasure. “Help me.”
“Ok.” Tech sighed, standing from his desk and making his way over.
He’d have to learn to live with himself after. Right now you seemed very insistent that you needed his help with this.
“Maker.” Teach groaned as he got closer. You’d practically made a puddle on the exam table. Your skin was still scorching hot to the touch as he ran his fingers gently over your hips.
You sighed sweetly, your legs falling open in an obvious invitation.
Tech moved his fingers to your core, effortlessly gliding them through your soaked folds.
“So warm.” He murmured to himself.
The way you gasped at the feeling made him clench his jaw.
“Is that better?” He asked.
You merely whimpered and nodded in reply.
“Ok. I guess this is how we’re doing it now.” Tech sighed, leaning forward and pressing your legs open with his other hand.
You squealed with pleasure in response, your hips bucking up against him in an effort to gain more traction.
"Put this back, it will help." Tech gently guided your toy towards your clit, earning another excited moan.
“Shhhh.” Tech scolded gently. “They’re going to think I’m torturing you in here.”
He reached a hand up to squeeze your arm, before insistently placing your bound hands over your mouth.
“Keep quiet for me, ok?” He murmured, focusing on burying two fingers deep into your body. “That’s a good girl.”
Your eyes rolled back into your head at the praise.
Tech didn’t need to see that to know you enjoyed it, he could feel your muscles clench around him.
“You like that, huh? Good to know.”
…
Crosshair knocked on the med bay door.
After a few moments, the door was answered by Tech. He had a sheen of sweat over his brow, and was wearing only the bottoms of his blacks.
“How can I help you?” He asked, with a small hint of sarcasm.
“Hunter told me what’s happened.” Crosshair explained. “He thought that by now you might need a hand.”
“That would be much appreciated.” Tech said, stepping aside so that Crosshair could enter. “I need another half an hour to work on the antidote, and she’s completely ravenous.”
“Uh- I see.” Crosshair was momentarily taken aback when he truly saw the state you were in.
“Cross?” You asked rolling your head to the side and trying to get a better look at him.
“Hey, pretty girl.” He grinned. “Looks like I owe you a bite.”