And at this moment he stopped looking at her, as he turned to Rigo as he said:

"Prepare the suitable selected few of your trusted men. Dora will rest for a few hours before going up to your cruiser and train them there. set course for the base of the black crowes, we must reach there and announce our presence. This will help our insiders in their mission, and put more pressure over the local loyal forces of the black crowes."

"Affirmative, supreme leader," Rigo's formal reply was intentional, as he noticed what happened and he just inwardly sighed; both girls were just in injustice, twisted together to get the same man.

And he just wanted to send Anasta a hidden message, so she would know there is a difference in being close to James, and sitting with him in a formal meeting to speak about matters of the empire.

"Thanks for standing up for me."

The moment the other two went out, Dora muttered to him softly while painting a soft kiss over his chest.

"You two… why can't you just settle in nicely in my harem?" he asked while holding her face with his hand, adjusting her to be facing him, before releasing his long sigh over her face, scorching her senses and lust inside.

"It's… it's just we want you whole to oneself, is this a crime?" she asked, softly while her breaths fell gently over his face, making his desire be ignited much more. "Sure it's not a crime, but you are acting naughty, and I like discipling naughty girls."

She knew what was coming, and before preparing for it, she found herself moaning softly then loudly under his clutches. She couldn't recall what happened perfectly, but she knew she was enjoying this punishment that was tasty and sweet despite being so savage.

After a few hours of love, play, and rest, she moved towards the main cruiser of Rigo, with a rosy face and dreaming eyes. She knew she had a long and hard task of teaching soldiers how to be rebels.

As James became alone, he called upon Anasta to come and see him. when she came after one hour, she was really embarrassed, or showing that face to him, making herself like someone lamenting his guilt, deeply regretting it, while evading looking directly in his eyes.

"Don't play this innocent in front of me, come and sit here," he pointed to the other side of the bed that stretched over a corner in the hall. It was now an essential thing to have a bed folded inside a corner here or there, as his lust currently was easily ignited, hardly controlled.

She didn't hesitate to move towards him with lowered head like she was a small kid doing something wrong and was heading to her master to be punished.

As she went to him, he swiftly held her body and took her by surprise, carrying her in mid air with his slightly bulging muscles, while putting her on top of his waist, while stripping her off. "I don't care about what you do between each other, but in front of me don't act this reckless again."

"I- I understand," she replied with a shy honest look over her face, making her beauty more mesmerizing to the eye. "I know, but you need to be punished," he said, before forcibly taking off everything from her body before adjusting her position to sit precisely over his, making her be locked perfectly with him.

"Oh, if I would be punished like this each time, then I would make sure to always behave like a bad girl, oh!"

She moaned while saying that while he evilly smiled while saying:

"Don't be rash before experiencing my punishment."

Then he took him by extreme force while her moans started soft, interrupted, to grow stronger and louder, ending into a begging plea but he didn't care about her at all, as this was his punishment and she had to tolerate it all.

As for Dora, she went to Rigo's cruiser where she was welcomed by a huge number of soldiers there in the main goods deck. She was surprised by all this number, and she rapidly spotted Rigo who was standing at a stage made especially for her; with a screen behind her so her words and instructions would be clearly seen and heard by everyone.

She went with some stress over there, as she didn't expect to give a lecture for all those soldiers. "All those? There are so many!" the moment she climbed the stairs towards Rigo she said that to him. he smiled as he corrected her:

"What many? this is only one cruiser of the many in the fleet I chose to hear out your lecture."

"So many?!!!" she was speechless. "But why?" she asked.

"This is a great opportunity to learn such tactics for future battles. We might have a need for that at a critical time where there would be no room for teaching and that stuff. So I figured out to invite the entire fleet to learn from you."

She was speechless, as his logic was flawless, she never expected it. "Just go up there and you will be fine."

She took a deep breath as she went to the stage, on the spot light, recalling the words her mother said once to her when she was young. "To insert a rebellious act in a society you need first a weakened society with many problems and oppressed one group of people at least to use as the base of the rebellion.

There is no purely intact society, any society is vulnerable to be infiltrated and have many riots inside provided we use the right tools, proper plan, and the appropriate psychological thinking and approach to demolish the society.

I will teach you what tools you can use, how to select the best tool for each society, and the best way to combine more than tools to increase your gains."

She then was instantly immersed into explaining and speaking about many tactics she knew of from her mother, her rebellious friends, and from her experience.

Her lecture took hours, as she spoke freely about many things she didn't think she would know, but she got them from experience and battles she had so far.

When she finished, a whole day had passed without her knowing that. she felt tired and exhausted suddenly when she recalled what she said and all her instructions.

"Great performance, I'm really amazed!" The first one to receive her was Rigo, who led a warm clapping salute for her. She was feeling slightly dizzy, so she asked him to go to her room, where she slept for an entire day.

For Rigo, he kept punishing Anasta for four hours before he finally let her free. Her whole body was covered with bites and bruises of his tight hands clapping, gripping and squeezing her parts, making her ecstasy continue for long hours without a break.

So when he stopped, she couldn't help herself to fall asleep, losing consciousness out of extreme delight and content.

As for him, he went to the small control unit in the hall, played the direct broadcast of Dora, and started listening to her.

He noticed how happy and free she was when speaking with the soldiers. He came late, so he didn't see her in the early hour, where she was slightly off and extremely nervous.

"She was born to be a general no doubt," he remarked as he kept listening to her words and instructions, feeling how valuable they were.

"She is good," Anasta suddenly said from behind him as she sensed her awake for over an hour now. "Yes, she is brilliant," he agreed, before turning to look at her as he added, "thanks to you."

"What? I did nothing," she shrugged as she was standing from the bed, covering her bruised and pink skin with the sheets here and there, while moving slowly and lazily towards him.

"You are the one who pointed out to her, without your remark we couldn't have noticed this hidden gem, not even Dora herself would have noticed that."

"Don't exaggerate," she laughed shortly as she tripped on the ground, to fall towards him, falling in his embrace as he swiftly adjusted his seat to face her. "Don't move around while you are this lazy and dizzy."

"I just wanted to sit in your embrace, and hear this strong heart of yours, dom tick, dom tick, I like the sound it does," she said to him while resting her head over his bare chest.

In the next minutes, she went to sleep like a little kid, while her snoring was so high that it even rivaled the words of Dora coming from the screen.

"Sigh, even during your sleep you are still fixated to rival her, sigh!"

He didn't know what else to say but to shake his head helplessly while thinking how hopeless his intervention would be in such complicated matters.