Re: A Pursuit Denied 15
anonymous
September 13 2013, 12:57:59 UTC
Here's a new chapter, enjoy! Summary: Club Azure prepares the girls for their 30 day stint of indentured servitude WARNING: Enema, humiliation, dark content
Shepard, Liara, and Miranda simultaneously moaned in relief when the taxi trunk opened to reveal their new asari mistress. Not because they were glad to see her, but because opening the trunk let out the sweltering heat that had developed in the cramped compartment over the course of their brief ride. All three of them were hyperventilating, lethargic, sore from bumping into each other, and soaked in sweat -- but in the brief moment when the cool air caressed their bodies they may as well have been in paradise. Needless to say, their relief wasn't to last.
"Up and out, sluts! Don't keep me waiting!" snapped their latex-clad asari mistress as she brandished her crop. With herculean effort, Liara hooked her leg over the edge of the compartment and tried to pull herself up. About halfway to success, she slipped, falling back onto Miranda and knocking her wind out, sending the Cerberus operative into a coughing fit.
Nassana sneered in disgust as she reached down to haul Liara out by the leash. The asari scientist gurgled and coughed as her rigid collar cut into her throat, her feet scrambling for purchase against the taxi. Eager to avoid similar treatment, Miranda curled herself into a ball and pushed off with her feet, easily sending her over the rim of the trunk. Her wrist chain broke her fall, attached as it was to Liara's collar, but the combined force sent them both tumbling to the ground.
Liara managed to get to her feet before Nassana struck her but Miranda wasn't so lucky. *Thwack, thwack, thwack* went the crop, raising bright red patches on her shapely posterior. Even as she finally got to her feet, Nassana gave her one particularly brutal slap for good measure, hard enough that she felt her tits jiggle from the force of impact. She glared at the asari, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Shepard had somehow managed to hop out of the trunk without any fuss whatsoever.
It was then that Liara noticed a familiar news drone floating a few feet behind Shepard's bottom, clearly using the spectre's posterior to frame its shot. She groaned as she identified two more, one over Nassana's shoulder and one hovering several meters away for a wide-angle picture. How had the press gotten there so quickly?
Her question was answered when the neighboring skycar blasted off from the balcony landing pad -- a second taxi from the same company. Propped against the railing stood no other than the reporter who had first discovered them. Allern or something; she didn't quite remember. But if she was here and Nassana didn't mind, that meant they had probably worked out some sort of deal. *By the goddess, is it too much to ask for a bit of privacy?*
"Line up!" Ordered Nassana, her face betraying a hint of annoyance when her slaves scrambled to obey. She gently slapped her crop against her hand in disappointment; so far these three weren't offering the entertainment she had hoped for from a soldier, an agent, and a famous information broker. Then again, they were probably all taught the same strategy: comply with demands, wait for a rescue. It was a good strategy but also one she could exploit. Hope that remained was hope that she could crush. Oh, how she would enjoy crushing it.
Re: A Pursuit Denied 16
anonymous
September 13 2013, 12:58:51 UTC
"You have already met Ms. Allers. She will be documenting your time with me. You are to obey her every word. If she asks you to kneel, you kneel. If she asks you to lick her boots, you dig your tongue into each crevice and swallow every last fleck of dirt. If she needs to pee, you offer her use of your mouth and pretend to like when she accepts." Nassana trailed her crop over Liara's tit before drawing it back and smirking as she tensed.
"That goes for all members of the club. You are here for our pleasure. We are not concerned for your safety. We are not responsible for your well being. If you misbehave, whomever you disobey will beat you. Then I will beat you. Then I will let our torturer have his turn."
Nassana brought the crop down on her target, hard, chuckling sadistically at Liara's surprised yelp. She was about to go at it again when she heard a telltale whirring sound behind her.
"Take them in for processing," she ordered the LOKI mechs, leaning back on the taxi to admire the machines' efficiency. She glanced back at the driver who was looking on with wide eyes, either smart enough or horny enough to not interrupt. She smirked, looking back before she missed something. One could tell that the mechs had been designed by slavers, for slavers simply by watching them work.
The slaves looked around, evidently confused as to how this would work. Three mechs made their moves simultaneously, each firmly grabbing an arm with one hand while bringing a stun baton into their targets' chests. The women doubled over from the shocks and as they did each mech brought out a meter long pole -- a snare, in slavers' parlance -- and attached it to their charge's collar. In perfect unison, as if a part of some sort of perverse dance, the mechs grabbed the prisoners' wrist cuffs and latched them at the middlepoint of the snare before detaching the chains that had previously bound one to the other. With a simple remote control command, all six ankle cuffs detached and were quickly stowed along with the leashes by the fourth robot.
Still perfectly synchronized, the robots began to walk the slaves across the landing pad and into the club, using the leverage provided by the snare both to steer the bound women and to keep them off balance as they bent forward to minimize the strain on their shoulders.
Nassana smiled to herself as she watched them disappear into the club's front doors, trailed closely by Diana, busily directing her video drones with her omni-tool. Nassana knocked on the taxi window. Best to get the boring stuff out of the way; she would watch Diana's footage later to catch up. In the meantime, there were preparations to make.
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anonymous
September 13 2013, 12:59:48 UTC
Liara stumbled along irregularly under the mech's guidance. If speed-shuffling behind Nassana had been difficult, this would qualify as an outright challenge. It wans't so much the rigid leash/rod as the fact that her wrists were bound to it, raising her arms to a horizontal position and forcing her to walk in an awkward stumbling half-crouched position. The camera-drones documenting their every move made the whole thing that much worse as they hovered around her in constant searhc of compromising angles.
As they made their way through the facility, she began to recognize rooms from when they had first arrived. They passed a distinctive glass atrium and then a hallway. Liara recognized the room that they had been captured in. The brief recollection of freedom triggered a flurry of despondent emotion -- how could this have happened? Would they really have to do *this* for a month? What would their lives be like afterwards?
She forgot her questions when the mechs guided her into a more utilitarian room constructed out of antiseptic white polymer and sporting none of the decor typical of the parts of Club Azure they had seen so far. In the center of the room stood four square metallic frames attached to mechanical arms descending from the ceiling. Additional arms jutted downwards from various attachment points that all appeared to be anchored to some sort of support grid -- the room was obviously designed to be reconfigurable. Around the periphery stood a handful of boxlike machines rounded out the industrial look to the room. Liara might have thought it was a factory floor if it weren't for the shackled restraining frames her robotic handler was forcing her towards.
The LOKI mech roughly kicked her left foot into place, triggering the shackle to close automatically. Liara hurried to lock her other foot in place before the robot delivered another kick -- her left ankle felt like it would surely bruise. Only this morning she would have fought to avoid the embarassment of having her legs spread and sex exposed in such a lewd manner. Now she was determined to not give her captors the pleasure.
She moaned in relief as the mech detached the rigid leash, finally permitting her to stand upright. She took advantage of the freedom to work out a crick in her back even as the mech grabbed one of her wrists and detached it from the restraining pole, only to draw it above her head and reattach it a second later to the frame. The process was repeated with her other hand before she felt the mech detach the pole from her collar and unstrap her gag, carefully prying the red rubber ball from between her teeth.
She gently flexed her jaw and craned her neck to peek at her companions while the mechs were busy storing the bondage equipment. They, too had been attached spread-eagle to the frames. She made eye contact with Shepard for a brief second before blushing and looking away as one of the video drones that had previously been hovering behind her back decided to fly between her legs and start panning up the front side of her splayed body. Despite the removal of their gags, none of them said anything, hyper-aware of the drones and of the reporter in the corner.
The robots wasted little time in getting down to business. Liara's mech grabbed her frame and slid it over to one of the metallic machines. The roller system in the ceiling made the journey smooth and comfortable -- in the physical sense, at least. The box opened along its center on thick industrial hinges, revealing an assortment of sensors on the inside. The mech slid her frame forward, then closed the doors around her, plunging her into darkness. She tried to suppress the surge of claustrophobia in her belly but the thundering reverberations of her own shallow, hurried breathing in the cramped chamber belied her discomfort. A humming sound thrummed through the machine surrounding her before a blinding light flashed past her eyes. And then another, and another. The humming stopped and the chamber popped open, gently ejecting the frame Liara was bound to back onto the ceiling track.
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anonymous
September 13 2013, 13:00:38 UTC
Liara stumbled along irregularly under the mech's guidance. If speed-shuffling behind Nassana had been difficult, this would qualify as an outright challenge. It wans't so much the rigid leash/rod as the fact that her wrists were bound to it, raising her arms to a horizontal position and forcing her to walk in an awkward stumbling half-crouched position. The camera-drones documenting their every move made the whole thing that much worse as they hovered around her in constant searhc of compromising angles.
As they made their way through the facility, she began to recognize rooms from when they had first arrived. They passed a distinctive glass atrium and then a hallway. Liara recognized the room that they had been captured in. The brief recollection of freedom triggered a flurry of despondent emotion -- how could this have happened? Would they really have to do *this* for a month? What would their lives be like afterwards?
She forgot her questions when the mechs guided her into a more utilitarian room constructed out of antiseptic white polymer and sporting none of the decor typical of the parts of Club Azure they had seen so far. In the center of the room stood four square metallic frames attached to mechanical arms descending from the ceiling. Additional arms jutted downwards from various attachment points that all appeared to be anchored to some sort of support grid -- the room was obviously designed to be reconfigurable. Around the periphery stood a handful of boxlike machines rounded out the industrial look to the room. Liara might have thought it was a factory floor if it weren't for the shackled restraining frames her robotic handler was forcing her towards.
The LOKI mech roughly kicked her left foot into place, triggering the shackle to close automatically. Liara hurried to lock her other foot in place before the robot delivered another kick -- her left ankle felt like it would surely bruise. Only this morning she would have fought to avoid the embarassment of having her legs spread and sex exposed in such a lewd manner. Now she was determined to not give her captors the pleasure.
She moaned in relief as the mech detached the rigid leash, finally permitting her to stand upright. She took advantage of the freedom to work out a crick in her back even as the mech grabbed one of her wrists and detached it from the restraining pole, only to draw it above her head and reattach it a second later to the frame. The process was repeated with her other hand before she felt the mech detach the pole from her collar and unstrap her gag, carefully prying the red rubber ball from between her teeth.
She gently flexed her jaw and craned her neck to peek at her companions while the mechs were busy storing the bondage equipment. They, too had been attached spread-eagle to the frames. She made eye contact with Shepard for a brief second before blushing and looking away as one of the video drones that had previously been hovering behind her back decided to fly between her legs and start panning up the front side of her splayed body. Despite the removal of their gags, none of them said anything, hyper-aware of the drones and of the reporter in the corner.
The robots wasted little time in getting down to business. Liara's mech grabbed her frame and slid it over to one of the metallic machines. The roller system in the ceiling made the journey smooth and comfortable -- in the physical sense, at least. The box opened along its center on thick industrial hinges, revealing an assortment of sensors on the inside. The mech slid her frame forward, then closed the doors around her, plunging her into darkness. She tried to suppress the surge of claustrophobia in her belly but the thundering reverberations of her own shallow, hurried breathing in the cramped chamber belied her discomfort. A humming sound thrummed through the machine surrounding her before a blinding light flashed past her eyes. And then another, and another. The humming stopped and the chamber popped open, gently ejecting the frame Liara was bound to back onto the ceiling track.
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anonymous
September 13 2013, 13:01:39 UTC
All hints of impatience on her part vanished when she saw the probe for the next machine. Just like the previous one it was made out of stainless steel but this time instead of a gripper the appendage looked unmistakably phallic. It wasted no time in moving to her sex, then plunging in. Liara squirmed in discomfort as the phallus sunk deeper and deeper, letting out a pained grunt when the metal instrument bottomed out. Then it began to expand.
"Oh, no, not Ahhhh," she hissed as the LOKI mech shocked her in the thigh.
"Slaves shall not speak unless addressed," explained the mech with robotic dispassion. Liara glared but remained otherwise quiet as the intruder expanded within her, pushing her walls slowly and painfully apart. *This is really unbearable,* she though to herself. Throwing caution to the wind, she decided to try fooling the machine.
"Aaaahhhh," she shouted, faking a cry of agony. A second later, she cried out in genuine agony as the LOKI mech gave her a shock to the thigh for her trouble.
"Slaves shall not interfeare with measurement."
So much for that; perhaps they were using some form of encephalography to read her actual responses straight from her nervous system. In any case, the intruder was becoming seriously uncomfortable. Even her drug-enhanced libido didn't suffice to make the experience pleasurable. She closed her eyes and prayed to Athame to make it end soon.
She jerked in her bonds when the gentle ache of gradual stretching inevitably turned into a sharp jet of agonizing fire as her passage reached its limits. The probe quickly shrunk back down and retreated from her body, but the sensation of being torn asunder didn't fade quickly, so when Liara felt the tip immediately reposition itself at her rear entrance she moaned in frustration.
As the pressure from the blunt end of the probe pushing against her rosebud slowly increased, Liara couldn't help but try to relieve the force by lifting up with her arms. It didn't work; the robotic intelligence guiding the probe simply followed her however she moved. Recalling a tip from the time when Shepard and her first experimented with anal, she bore down on the probe. The probe's self-lubricating metallic surface slipped inside but the pain of penetration didn't decrease. As the phallus penetrated deeper into her bowels she found herself in the odd position of hoping it would continue; she wasn't looking forward to the expansion phase.
The anal insertion process seemed to take longer than the vaginal probing, but Liara thought that might simply have been because it went more slowly. By the time the probe stopped she was thoroughly impaled on the robotic shaft and could feel its rigidity deep inside her abdomen. As expected, the probe began to expand, although more slowly than before. The sensation was immediately painful and Liara writhed around the mechanical intruder. She wouldn't last long like this, she thought to herself, but the probe seemed intent on pushing her limits, slowly stretching her sphincter and inner passage around its growing surface.
Liara sagged in her bonds when it finally let up. She let her head flop backwards, revelling in relief. Even though the robotic intrusion was still the source of considerable pain, it paled in comparison to what had come immediately before. She shuddered as the tip of the probe finally exited her ass, putting an end to the torment. Or so she thought.
Liara opened her eyes in panic when she felt a metallic frame make contact with her face. She tried to raise her head back into the upright position but a steel band running up her nose and across her forehead foiled her efforts. Claustrophobia set in as she discovered perpendicular bands running across her cheek and eyebrows, encircling her head and preventing her from turning left or right. A restraining band completed the arrangement by sliding into place immediately below her fronds, automatically sinching the harnass tight.
Re: A Pursuit Denied 20
anonymous
September 13 2013, 13:02:29 UTC
Now that her head was now effectively welded to the end of a hydraulic arm, she felt a stinging jab at the back of her neck before something cold settled into place immediately above her spine. When her collar buzzed and clicked open, falling to the ground, she realized what the device was. Every asari child knew of the neural tap and how it had been used as a penal device in the early millenia of the asari empire. Apparently Club Azure had figured out how to ressurect the devices, much to her chagrin.
The LOKI mech tipped her frame backwards until she was entirely upside-down and locked it in place. *At least it will give my wrists a rest,* Liara thought as the hydraulic arm tilted her head slightly forward.
"Oh, no," she couldn't help but blurt out as she saw the probe that had just been inside her ass reappear in front of her face. She tried to press her lips shut but the sullied phallus simply pressed onwards, using its strength against her immobility to force past her jaw. She tried not to think too hard about the unfamiliar, slightly metallic taste as the probe crept further into her mouth. She gagged slightly when the probe reached the back of her mouth but it didn't slow down; the angle of her head seemed specifically designed to ease its passage into her throat and that is precisely what it proceeded to do.
It didn't get far before her stomach churned and she began to heave. At that point it must have sensed her intention because it withdrew so quickly that it seemed to vanish, just in time to allow her to void the contents of her stomach onto the floor below.
She coughed and spat to get the taste out of her mouth but the probe had no sympathy, reappearing mere seconds after she finished. She groaned as it once again slipped into her mouth and proceeded upwards. Soon, it was deep enough to trigger her gag reflex again, although she had precious little to expel this time.
Upon finishing, her body hung completely limp in its restraints, exhausted from the reflexive contractions. She heard Miranda lay down a string of profanity and while her head harnass didn't let her turn to look, the surprised yelp that followed told her all she needed to hear. Apparently Miranda hadn't been paying attention to Liara's ordeal and had gotten herself shocked. Under different circumstances, she would have laughed.
But circumstances weren't different and, much to her disappointment, the probe appeared a third time. Robbed of the will to fight, she let it slip past her jaws without opposing its progress. Inevitably, it reached the back of her throat and she once again felt herself gag on the invading phallus. This time, however, it didn't retreat. A stream of water began to flow from pores along its length, washing her mouth out. By now she was too jaded to consider it a concession but she had to admit it felt good to be clean.
The water shut off sooner than she would have liked and the phallus resumed its journey into her throat. It pushed deeper and deeper, triggering her gag reflex but ignoring her body's desparate contractions only to continue onwards. Liara's lungs burned as her air was cut off by the probe impaling her throat. Then it began to expand.
In her surprise she managed to force a wet, mucous-ridden cough past the intrusion. It ignored her and kept going, slowly stretching her lips, jaw, and throat as it tested their limits. With her gag reflex in overdrive, tears streaming down (up) her face, and her lungs begging for air, she didn't have the mental presence to ponder the odd sensation. The only things she felt were the surging pains springing up as her tissue slowly stretched. From each pang she drew a sliver of hope that the process would be over soon, desperately holding on to her sanity in the face of otherwise overwhelming stimulation.
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anonymous
September 13 2013, 13:04:03 UTC
The probe pushed her to straight to the edge of her endurance, then it pushed her further. Any semblance of control she thought she held over her body vanished as she surrendered to the torment, losing all sense of time. Eventually, it came to an end and when the probe finially retracted she greedily sucked down air as if she had been running a marathon, not sure how long the opportunity would last. The LOKI mech swung her upright and, to her disappointment, presented the ball gag from earlier. She opened her mouth to admit the red rubber sphere, not at all eager to experience the mech's shock rod again. The gag made catching her breath difficult, but it wasn't as if she had a choice. Fortunately, as the mech removed the head harness breathing got easier or at least it seemed to.
She made sure to enjoy the short reprieve as much as possible, jumping slightly when she felt something press against her anus for the second time that day. Her entrance protested the intruder but ultimately yielded, allowing the familiar probe to enter her still aching rear passage once again. Its purpose became obvious when she felt warm liquid surge into her intestines. The sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant but the sight and sensation of her belly distending from the fluid was a little strange. She sighed in relief when the flow stopped short of causing her pain -- evidently this enema was meant to clean her out, not provide another measure of endurance.
The hollow tube lingered inside her for a few minutes before withdrawing. She blushed as she expelled the dirty liquid; one of the holographic recording drones was hovering about a meter in front of her face, recording her expression while its partner recorded from a more compromising angle. She wondered what would be done with the video. Would people be able to merely search her name and see her so? Or did Club Azure keep its footage private? She desperately hoped for the latter. At least then she could cover up this mess once she had access to her reources again.
She received a second enema, then a third, each with higher temperature water. The last one bordered on painful, leaving her sweaty and lethargic as the LOKI mech pushed her frame over to the next station.
The mech rotated her frame to the left until her back pressed into the metallic device which was blissfully chilly to her overheated skin. Still, apprehension washed over her as further restraints sprang up, sliding across her chest and hips before automatically tightening, firmly securing her to the machine. She wished the designers had provided a depression for her spine; it pressed uncomfortably into the unyielding surface below.
As with her previous torments, her minor complaints vanished as the machine's main purpose became clear. A constriction band looped around the base of her left breast, tightening just to the point of pain before a gripper attached to her nipple and pulled it away from her body. A quickly drawn breath hissed around her gag but quickly turned into a muffled yell when the machine produced a ring the better part of a centimeter in diameter alongside an orange glowing needle of similar thickness. In one smooth but merciless motion, the machine jammed the needle through her flesh just behind her nipple.
Her muffled yell turned into a muffled scream as she thrashed in her bonds, trying in vain to escape the pain only to have it redouble as the machine withdrew the self-cauterizing instrument. Her torment peaked a third time as it threaded the ring through the hole it had just created. The dreadful anticipation as the machine moved the constriction band to the base of her other breast almost sufficed to cover the comparatively gentle surge of heat as her first ring was welded shut.
The second time was worse, if anything, now that she knew what to expect. The needle hurt, the ring hurt more, and the smell of sizzling flesh would have made her vomit had her stomach not already been thoroughly emptied. She swung her head back and forth in misery, unable to do much else, convinced it couldn't get any worse. Then she felt a pair of tiny clamps grab and draw back her clitoral hood.
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anonymous
September 13 2013, 13:04:43 UTC
She craned her neck to look down and saw a third needle and ring waiting to pierce her. She strained against her restraints, but between the metal bands holding her hips down, her thighs apart, and her ankles spread, she wasn't even able to tug on the miniature clamps let alone dislodge them.
With robotic precision, the heated needle swung forward and punctured her flesh. Although the pain wasn't as intense as last time, she still banged her head on the table ond let out a keening moan as the robotic machine threaded the ring through her torn flesh and began to weld it with complete disregard for the further discomfort it caused.
Just when she thought she was finished as the straps around her lower body began to withdraw, a pair of syringes swung forward on a thinner pair of mechanical arms. They briefly positioned themselves to the side of her breasts and then simultaneously plunged inwards, depositing their orange contents deep into her breast flesh. It only took a few seconds but Liara shuddered at the thought of what the mixture could mean. Anesthetics? Medigel? Growth hormones? Probably the latter, she guessed.
Liara's head span from the myraid residual aches and panes plaguing her body even after the surgical machine had withdrawn and the LOKI mech swung her over to the final machine in the room. Like the holographic imager, the machine split in half to admit her entire spreadeagled form, frame and all, into its interior before swinging shut in a claustrophobe's nightmare.
This time instead of a bright light a torrent of water buffeted her abused body. At least, she hoped it was water. Just to be safe she scrunched up her eyes and nose, then held her breath. The liquid swirled around her body like a hurricane, tugging at her new piercings and impacting her bruised flesh with surprising force. Just as her lungs felt like they were about to burst, the flow subsided and the chilly pressurized water was replaced by jets of uncomfortably warm air. The moisture lingering on her body protected her for a few seconds but by the end of the cycle her skin felt ready to burst into flames. When the machine popped open to eject her back into the processing room, Liara found the cool air even more welcoming than the fact she was no longer sandwiched in a closet-sized space.
The mech tugged her frame up against the back wall and went into idle mode. Not for the first time that day, she wished she still had control of her biotics. It would be such a simple matter to warp Nassana and cast a singularity at the mech. She sighed, idly watching her companions undergo the same torments that had been hers mere minutes before.
*Is this really to be our fate?* she wondered despondently as Miranda shouted out in muffled agony, victim of the robotic piercing arm. Shepard wasn't doing much better -- she looked to be on her second or third enema, given the way she wriggled uncomfortably in her suspension frame. Liara looked downwards, considering her own body and not liking what she saw. The piercings made her look like a whore and the spittle already dripping down her cleavage only served to remind her just how low she had fallen. Here, she was not an archaeologist. Not an information broker, not a battle companion. Not even a respected citizen. Here, she was a piece of meat, a body to be abused for other's pleasure. A tear escaped her eye, threading its way down her face only to lose its grip and drop to the floor. Much like her hopes. This would only last a month, but would she ever be able to fully recover?
She forced herself to stop thinking along those lines. She really didn't want to know the answer.
Re: A Pursuit Denied 22
anonymous
September 13 2013, 13:41:34 UTC
Yay, an update :)
That was really dark anon, but also very hot! :)
And if that was just them being prepared for their role... that makes me shiver thinking of what will be done to them during regular hours!
Really loved the concept of slaves being passed through some sort of automated assembly line. This way, the entire character attention could be on the slave instead of being divided between them and the tormentor.
Re: A Pursuit Denied 22
anonymous
September 13 2013, 15:44:22 UTC
> And if that was just them being prepared for their role... that makes me shiver thinking of what will be done to them during regular hours!
It will get even darker. And hotter. I promise :)
> Really loved the concept of slaves being passed through some sort of automated assembly line.
I really enjoyed writing it for the same reason, heh. "Automated slave processing" is a kink I've wanted to see more of ever since the "Automate" fill, so it was fun to get a chance to play with the idea.
> Also huge bonus for Liara point of view!
I dunno why, but I'm quite enamored with her point of view as well, enough so that in my writing plan I have to force myself to distribute attention to the other characters.
Re: A Pursuit Denied 22
anonymous
February 16 2014, 15:40:07 UTC
Indeed. This is a very good story and I have to say that Nassana Dantius can be deliciously sexy villain... it would be a crime not to continue with this :) Pretty please.
Summary: Club Azure prepares the girls for their 30 day stint of indentured servitude
WARNING: Enema, humiliation, dark content
Shepard, Liara, and Miranda simultaneously moaned in relief when the
taxi trunk opened to reveal their new asari mistress. Not because they
were glad to see her, but because opening the trunk let out the
sweltering heat that had developed in the cramped compartment over the
course of their brief ride. All three of them were hyperventilating,
lethargic, sore from bumping into each other, and soaked in sweat --
but in the brief moment when the cool air caressed their bodies they
may as well have been in paradise. Needless to say, their relief
wasn't to last.
"Up and out, sluts! Don't keep me waiting!" snapped their latex-clad
asari mistress as she brandished her crop. With herculean effort,
Liara hooked her leg over the edge of the compartment and tried to
pull herself up. About halfway to success, she slipped, falling back
onto Miranda and knocking her wind out, sending the Cerberus operative
into a coughing fit.
Nassana sneered in disgust as she reached down to haul Liara out by
the leash. The asari scientist gurgled and coughed as her rigid collar
cut into her throat, her feet scrambling for purchase against the
taxi. Eager to avoid similar treatment, Miranda curled herself into a
ball and pushed off with her feet, easily sending her over the rim of
the trunk. Her wrist chain broke her fall, attached as it was to
Liara's collar, but the combined force sent them both tumbling to the
ground.
Liara managed to get to her feet before Nassana struck her but Miranda
wasn't so lucky. *Thwack, thwack, thwack* went the crop, raising
bright red patches on her shapely posterior. Even as she finally got
to her feet, Nassana gave her one particularly brutal slap for good
measure, hard enough that she felt her tits jiggle from the force of
impact. She glared at the asari, noticing out of the corner of her eye
that Shepard had somehow managed to hop out of the trunk without any
fuss whatsoever.
It was then that Liara noticed a familiar news drone floating a few
feet behind Shepard's bottom, clearly using the spectre's posterior to
frame its shot. She groaned as she identified two more, one over
Nassana's shoulder and one hovering several meters away for a
wide-angle picture. How had the press gotten there so quickly?
Her question was answered when the neighboring skycar blasted off from
the balcony landing pad -- a second taxi from the same
company. Propped against the railing stood no other than the reporter
who had first discovered them. Allern or something; she didn't quite
remember. But if she was here and Nassana didn't mind, that meant they
had probably worked out some sort of deal. *By the goddess, is it too
much to ask for a bit of privacy?*
"Line up!" Ordered Nassana, her face betraying a hint of annoyance
when her slaves scrambled to obey. She gently slapped her crop against
her hand in disappointment; so far these three weren't offering the
entertainment she had hoped for from a soldier, an agent, and a famous
information broker. Then again, they were probably all taught the same
strategy: comply with demands, wait for a rescue. It was a good
strategy but also one she could exploit. Hope that remained was hope
that she could crush. Oh, how she would enjoy crushing it.
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with me. You are to obey her every word. If she asks you to kneel, you
kneel. If she asks you to lick her boots, you dig your tongue into
each crevice and swallow every last fleck of dirt. If she needs to
pee, you offer her use of your mouth and pretend to like when she
accepts." Nassana trailed her crop over Liara's tit before drawing it
back and smirking as she tensed.
"That goes for all members of the club. You are here for our
pleasure. We are not concerned for your safety. We are not responsible
for your well being. If you misbehave, whomever you disobey will beat
you. Then I will beat you. Then I will let our torturer have his
turn."
Nassana brought the crop down on her target, hard, chuckling
sadistically at Liara's surprised yelp. She was about to go at it
again when she heard a telltale whirring sound behind her.
"Take them in for processing," she ordered the LOKI mechs, leaning
back on the taxi to admire the machines' efficiency. She glanced back
at the driver who was looking on with wide eyes, either smart enough
or horny enough to not interrupt. She smirked, looking back before she
missed something. One could tell that the mechs had been designed by
slavers, for slavers simply by watching them work.
The slaves looked around, evidently confused as to how this would
work. Three mechs made their moves simultaneously, each firmly
grabbing an arm with one hand while bringing a stun baton into their
targets' chests. The women doubled over from the shocks and as they
did each mech brought out a meter long pole -- a snare, in slavers'
parlance -- and attached it to their charge's collar. In perfect
unison, as if a part of some sort of perverse dance, the mechs grabbed
the prisoners' wrist cuffs and latched them at the middlepoint of the
snare before detaching the chains that had previously bound one to the
other. With a simple remote control command, all six ankle cuffs
detached and were quickly stowed along with the leashes by the fourth
robot.
Still perfectly synchronized, the robots began to walk the slaves
across the landing pad and into the club, using the leverage provided
by the snare both to steer the bound women and to keep them off
balance as they bent forward to minimize the strain on their
shoulders.
Nassana smiled to herself as she watched them disappear into the
club's front doors, trailed closely by Diana, busily directing her
video drones with her omni-tool. Nassana knocked on the taxi
window. Best to get the boring stuff out of the way; she would watch
Diana's footage later to catch up. In the meantime, there were
preparations to make.
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speed-shuffling behind Nassana had been difficult, this would qualify
as an outright challenge. It wans't so much the rigid leash/rod as the
fact that her wrists were bound to it, raising her arms to a
horizontal position and forcing her to walk in an awkward stumbling
half-crouched position. The camera-drones documenting their every move
made the whole thing that much worse as they hovered around her in
constant searhc of compromising angles.
As they made their way through the facility, she began to recognize
rooms from when they had first arrived. They passed a distinctive
glass atrium and then a hallway. Liara recognized the room that they
had been captured in. The brief recollection of freedom triggered a
flurry of despondent emotion -- how could this have happened? Would
they really have to do *this* for a month? What would their lives be
like afterwards?
She forgot her questions when the mechs guided her into a more
utilitarian room constructed out of antiseptic white polymer and
sporting none of the decor typical of the parts of Club Azure they had
seen so far. In the center of the room stood four square metallic
frames attached to mechanical arms descending from the
ceiling. Additional arms jutted downwards from various attachment
points that all appeared to be anchored to some sort of support grid
-- the room was obviously designed to be reconfigurable. Around the
periphery stood a handful of boxlike machines rounded out the
industrial look to the room. Liara might have thought it was a factory
floor if it weren't for the shackled restraining frames her robotic
handler was forcing her towards.
The LOKI mech roughly kicked her left foot into place, triggering the
shackle to close automatically. Liara hurried to lock her other foot
in place before the robot delivered another kick -- her left ankle
felt like it would surely bruise. Only this morning she would have
fought to avoid the embarassment of having her legs spread and sex
exposed in such a lewd manner. Now she was determined to not give her
captors the pleasure.
She moaned in relief as the mech detached the rigid leash, finally
permitting her to stand upright. She took advantage of the freedom to
work out a crick in her back even as the mech grabbed one of her
wrists and detached it from the restraining pole, only to draw it
above her head and reattach it a second later to the frame. The
process was repeated with her other hand before she felt the mech
detach the pole from her collar and unstrap her gag, carefully prying
the red rubber ball from between her teeth.
She gently flexed her jaw and craned her neck to peek at her
companions while the mechs were busy storing the bondage
equipment. They, too had been attached spread-eagle to the frames. She
made eye contact with Shepard for a brief second before blushing and
looking away as one of the video drones that had previously been
hovering behind her back decided to fly between her legs and start
panning up the front side of her splayed body. Despite the removal of
their gags, none of them said anything, hyper-aware of the drones and
of the reporter in the corner.
The robots wasted little time in getting down to business. Liara's
mech grabbed her frame and slid it over to one of the metallic
machines. The roller system in the ceiling made the journey smooth and
comfortable -- in the physical sense, at least. The box opened along
its center on thick industrial hinges, revealing an assortment of
sensors on the inside. The mech slid her frame forward, then closed
the doors around her, plunging her into darkness. She tried to
suppress the surge of claustrophobia in her belly but the thundering
reverberations of her own shallow, hurried breathing in the cramped
chamber belied her discomfort. A humming sound thrummed through the
machine surrounding her before a blinding light flashed past her
eyes. And then another, and another. The humming stopped and the
chamber popped open, gently ejecting the frame Liara was bound to back
onto the ceiling track.
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speed-shuffling behind Nassana had been difficult, this would qualify
as an outright challenge. It wans't so much the rigid leash/rod as the
fact that her wrists were bound to it, raising her arms to a
horizontal position and forcing her to walk in an awkward stumbling
half-crouched position. The camera-drones documenting their every move
made the whole thing that much worse as they hovered around her in
constant searhc of compromising angles.
As they made their way through the facility, she began to recognize
rooms from when they had first arrived. They passed a distinctive
glass atrium and then a hallway. Liara recognized the room that they
had been captured in. The brief recollection of freedom triggered a
flurry of despondent emotion -- how could this have happened? Would
they really have to do *this* for a month? What would their lives be
like afterwards?
She forgot her questions when the mechs guided her into a more
utilitarian room constructed out of antiseptic white polymer and
sporting none of the decor typical of the parts of Club Azure they had
seen so far. In the center of the room stood four square metallic
frames attached to mechanical arms descending from the
ceiling. Additional arms jutted downwards from various attachment
points that all appeared to be anchored to some sort of support grid
-- the room was obviously designed to be reconfigurable. Around the
periphery stood a handful of boxlike machines rounded out the
industrial look to the room. Liara might have thought it was a factory
floor if it weren't for the shackled restraining frames her robotic
handler was forcing her towards.
The LOKI mech roughly kicked her left foot into place, triggering the
shackle to close automatically. Liara hurried to lock her other foot
in place before the robot delivered another kick -- her left ankle
felt like it would surely bruise. Only this morning she would have
fought to avoid the embarassment of having her legs spread and sex
exposed in such a lewd manner. Now she was determined to not give her
captors the pleasure.
She moaned in relief as the mech detached the rigid leash, finally
permitting her to stand upright. She took advantage of the freedom to
work out a crick in her back even as the mech grabbed one of her
wrists and detached it from the restraining pole, only to draw it
above her head and reattach it a second later to the frame. The
process was repeated with her other hand before she felt the mech
detach the pole from her collar and unstrap her gag, carefully prying
the red rubber ball from between her teeth.
She gently flexed her jaw and craned her neck to peek at her
companions while the mechs were busy storing the bondage
equipment. They, too had been attached spread-eagle to the frames. She
made eye contact with Shepard for a brief second before blushing and
looking away as one of the video drones that had previously been
hovering behind her back decided to fly between her legs and start
panning up the front side of her splayed body. Despite the removal of
their gags, none of them said anything, hyper-aware of the drones and
of the reporter in the corner.
The robots wasted little time in getting down to business. Liara's
mech grabbed her frame and slid it over to one of the metallic
machines. The roller system in the ceiling made the journey smooth and
comfortable -- in the physical sense, at least. The box opened along
its center on thick industrial hinges, revealing an assortment of
sensors on the inside. The mech slid her frame forward, then closed
the doors around her, plunging her into darkness. She tried to
suppress the surge of claustrophobia in her belly but the thundering
reverberations of her own shallow, hurried breathing in the cramped
chamber belied her discomfort. A humming sound thrummed through the
machine surrounding her before a blinding light flashed past her
eyes. And then another, and another. The humming stopped and the
chamber popped open, gently ejecting the frame Liara was bound to back
onto the ceiling track.
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for the next machine. Just like the previous one it was made out of
stainless steel but this time instead of a gripper the appendage
looked unmistakably phallic. It wasted no time in moving to her sex,
then plunging in. Liara squirmed in discomfort as the phallus sunk
deeper and deeper, letting out a pained grunt when the metal
instrument bottomed out. Then it began to expand.
"Oh, no, not Ahhhh," she hissed as the LOKI mech shocked her in the thigh.
"Slaves shall not speak unless addressed," explained the mech with
robotic dispassion. Liara glared but remained otherwise quiet as the
intruder expanded within her, pushing her walls slowly and painfully
apart. *This is really unbearable,* she though to herself. Throwing
caution to the wind, she decided to try fooling the machine.
"Aaaahhhh," she shouted, faking a cry of agony. A second later, she
cried out in genuine agony as the LOKI mech gave her a shock to the
thigh for her trouble.
"Slaves shall not interfeare with measurement."
So much for that; perhaps they were using some form of encephalography
to read her actual responses straight from her nervous system. In any
case, the intruder was becoming seriously uncomfortable. Even her
drug-enhanced libido didn't suffice to make the experience
pleasurable. She closed her eyes and prayed to Athame to make it end
soon.
She jerked in her bonds when the gentle ache of gradual stretching
inevitably turned into a sharp jet of agonizing fire as her passage
reached its limits. The probe quickly shrunk back down and retreated
from her body, but the sensation of being torn asunder didn't fade
quickly, so when Liara felt the tip immediately reposition itself at
her rear entrance she moaned in frustration.
As the pressure from the blunt end of the probe pushing against her
rosebud slowly increased, Liara couldn't help but try to relieve the
force by lifting up with her arms. It didn't work; the robotic
intelligence guiding the probe simply followed her however she
moved. Recalling a tip from the time when Shepard and her first
experimented with anal, she bore down on the probe. The probe's
self-lubricating metallic surface slipped inside but the pain of
penetration didn't decrease. As the phallus penetrated deeper into her
bowels she found herself in the odd position of hoping it would
continue; she wasn't looking forward to the expansion phase.
The anal insertion process seemed to take longer than the vaginal
probing, but Liara thought that might simply have been because it went
more slowly. By the time the probe stopped she was thoroughly impaled
on the robotic shaft and could feel its rigidity deep inside her
abdomen. As expected, the probe began to expand, although more slowly
than before. The sensation was immediately painful and Liara writhed
around the mechanical intruder. She wouldn't last long like this, she
thought to herself, but the probe seemed intent on pushing her limits,
slowly stretching her sphincter and inner passage around its growing
surface.
Liara sagged in her bonds when it finally let up. She let her head
flop backwards, revelling in relief. Even though the robotic intrusion
was still the source of considerable pain, it paled in comparison to
what had come immediately before. She shuddered as the tip of the
probe finally exited her ass, putting an end to the torment. Or so she
thought.
Liara opened her eyes in panic when she felt a metallic frame make
contact with her face. She tried to raise her head back into the
upright position but a steel band running up her nose and across her
forehead foiled her efforts. Claustrophobia set in as she discovered
perpendicular bands running across her cheek and eyebrows, encircling
her head and preventing her from turning left or right. A restraining
band completed the arrangement by sliding into place immediately below
her fronds, automatically sinching the harnass tight.
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arm, she felt a stinging jab at the back of her neck before something
cold settled into place immediately above her spine. When her collar
buzzed and clicked open, falling to the ground, she realized what the
device was. Every asari child knew of the neural tap and how it had
been used as a penal device in the early millenia of the asari
empire. Apparently Club Azure had figured out how to ressurect the
devices, much to her chagrin.
The LOKI mech tipped her frame backwards until she was entirely
upside-down and locked it in place. *At least it will give my wrists a
rest,* Liara thought as the hydraulic arm tilted her head slightly
forward.
"Oh, no," she couldn't help but blurt out as she saw the probe that
had just been inside her ass reappear in front of her face. She tried
to press her lips shut but the sullied phallus simply pressed onwards,
using its strength against her immobility to force past her jaw. She
tried not to think too hard about the unfamiliar, slightly metallic
taste as the probe crept further into her mouth. She gagged slightly
when the probe reached the back of her mouth but it didn't slow down;
the angle of her head seemed specifically designed to ease its passage
into her throat and that is precisely what it proceeded to do.
It didn't get far before her stomach churned and she began to
heave. At that point it must have sensed her intention because it
withdrew so quickly that it seemed to vanish, just in time to allow
her to void the contents of her stomach onto the floor below.
She coughed and spat to get the taste out of her mouth but the probe
had no sympathy, reappearing mere seconds after she finished. She
groaned as it once again slipped into her mouth and proceeded
upwards. Soon, it was deep enough to trigger her gag reflex again,
although she had precious little to expel this time.
Upon finishing, her body hung completely limp in its restraints,
exhausted from the reflexive contractions. She heard Miranda lay down
a string of profanity and while her head harnass didn't let her turn
to look, the surprised yelp that followed told her all she needed to
hear. Apparently Miranda hadn't been paying attention to Liara's
ordeal and had gotten herself shocked. Under different circumstances,
she would have laughed.
But circumstances weren't different and, much to her disappointment,
the probe appeared a third time. Robbed of the will to fight, she let
it slip past her jaws without opposing its progress. Inevitably, it
reached the back of her throat and she once again felt herself gag on
the invading phallus. This time, however, it didn't retreat. A stream
of water began to flow from pores along its length, washing her mouth
out. By now she was too jaded to consider it a concession but she had
to admit it felt good to be clean.
The water shut off sooner than she would have liked and the phallus
resumed its journey into her throat. It pushed deeper and deeper,
triggering her gag reflex but ignoring her body's desparate
contractions only to continue onwards. Liara's lungs burned as her air
was cut off by the probe impaling her throat. Then it began to expand.
In her surprise she managed to force a wet, mucous-ridden cough past
the intrusion. It ignored her and kept going, slowly stretching her
lips, jaw, and throat as it tested their limits. With her gag reflex
in overdrive, tears streaming down (up) her face, and her lungs
begging for air, she didn't have the mental presence to ponder the odd
sensation. The only things she felt were the surging pains springing
up as her tissue slowly stretched. From each pang she drew a sliver of
hope that the process would be over soon, desperately holding on to
her sanity in the face of otherwise overwhelming stimulation.
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pushed her further. Any semblance of control she thought she held over
her body vanished as she surrendered to the torment, losing all sense
of time. Eventually, it came to an end and when the probe finially
retracted she greedily sucked down air as if she had been running a
marathon, not sure how long the opportunity would last. The LOKI mech
swung her upright and, to her disappointment, presented the ball gag
from earlier. She opened her mouth to admit the red rubber sphere, not
at all eager to experience the mech's shock rod again. The gag made
catching her breath difficult, but it wasn't as if she had a
choice. Fortunately, as the mech removed the head harness breathing
got easier or at least it seemed to.
She made sure to enjoy the short reprieve as much as possible, jumping
slightly when she felt something press against her anus for the second
time that day. Her entrance protested the intruder but ultimately
yielded, allowing the familiar probe to enter her still aching rear
passage once again. Its purpose became obvious when she felt warm
liquid surge into her intestines. The sensation wasn't entirely
unpleasant but the sight and sensation of her belly distending from
the fluid was a little strange. She sighed in relief when the flow
stopped short of causing her pain -- evidently this enema was meant to
clean her out, not provide another measure of endurance.
The hollow tube lingered inside her for a few minutes before
withdrawing. She blushed as she expelled the dirty liquid; one of the
holographic recording drones was hovering about a meter in front of
her face, recording her expression while its partner recorded from a
more compromising angle. She wondered what would be done with the
video. Would people be able to merely search her name and see her so?
Or did Club Azure keep its footage private? She desperately hoped for
the latter. At least then she could cover up this mess once she had
access to her reources again.
She received a second enema, then a third, each with higher
temperature water. The last one bordered on painful, leaving her
sweaty and lethargic as the LOKI mech pushed her frame over to the
next station.
The mech rotated her frame to the left until her back pressed into the
metallic device which was blissfully chilly to her overheated
skin. Still, apprehension washed over her as further restraints sprang
up, sliding across her chest and hips before automatically tightening,
firmly securing her to the machine. She wished the designers had
provided a depression for her spine; it pressed uncomfortably into the
unyielding surface below.
As with her previous torments, her minor complaints vanished as the
machine's main purpose became clear. A constriction band looped around
the base of her left breast, tightening just to the point of pain
before a gripper attached to her nipple and pulled it away from her
body. A quickly drawn breath hissed around her gag but quickly turned
into a muffled yell when the machine produced a ring the better part
of a centimeter in diameter alongside an orange glowing needle of
similar thickness. In one smooth but merciless motion, the machine
jammed the needle through her flesh just behind her nipple.
Her muffled yell turned into a muffled scream as she thrashed in her
bonds, trying in vain to escape the pain only to have it redouble as
the machine withdrew the self-cauterizing instrument. Her torment
peaked a third time as it threaded the ring through the hole it had
just created. The dreadful anticipation as the machine moved the
constriction band to the base of her other breast almost sufficed to
cover the comparatively gentle surge of heat as her first ring was
welded shut.
The second time was worse, if anything, now that she knew what to
expect. The needle hurt, the ring hurt more, and the smell of sizzling
flesh would have made her vomit had her stomach not already been
thoroughly emptied. She swung her head back and forth in misery,
unable to do much else, convinced it couldn't get any worse. Then she
felt a pair of tiny clamps grab and draw back her clitoral hood.
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waiting to pierce her. She strained against her restraints, but
between the metal bands holding her hips down, her thighs apart, and
her ankles spread, she wasn't even able to tug on the miniature clamps
let alone dislodge them.
With robotic precision, the heated needle swung forward and punctured
her flesh. Although the pain wasn't as intense as last time, she still
banged her head on the table ond let out a keening moan as the robotic
machine threaded the ring through her torn flesh and began to weld it
with complete disregard for the further discomfort it caused.
Just when she thought she was finished as the straps around her lower
body began to withdraw, a pair of syringes swung forward on a thinner
pair of mechanical arms. They briefly positioned themselves to the
side of her breasts and then simultaneously plunged inwards,
depositing their orange contents deep into her breast flesh. It only
took a few seconds but Liara shuddered at the thought of what the
mixture could mean. Anesthetics? Medigel? Growth hormones? Probably
the latter, she guessed.
Liara's head span from the myraid residual aches and panes plaguing
her body even after the surgical machine had withdrawn and the LOKI
mech swung her over to the final machine in the room. Like the
holographic imager, the machine split in half to admit her entire
spreadeagled form, frame and all, into its interior before swinging
shut in a claustrophobe's nightmare.
This time instead of a bright light a torrent of water buffeted her
abused body. At least, she hoped it was water. Just to be safe she
scrunched up her eyes and nose, then held her breath. The liquid
swirled around her body like a hurricane, tugging at her new piercings
and impacting her bruised flesh with surprising force. Just as her
lungs felt like they were about to burst, the flow subsided and the
chilly pressurized water was replaced by jets of uncomfortably warm
air. The moisture lingering on her body protected her for a few
seconds but by the end of the cycle her skin felt ready to burst into
flames. When the machine popped open to eject her back into the
processing room, Liara found the cool air even more welcoming than the
fact she was no longer sandwiched in a closet-sized space.
The mech tugged her frame up against the back wall and went into idle
mode. Not for the first time that day, she wished she still had
control of her biotics. It would be such a simple matter to warp
Nassana and cast a singularity at the mech. She sighed, idly watching
her companions undergo the same torments that had been hers mere
minutes before.
*Is this really to be our fate?* she wondered despondently as Miranda
shouted out in muffled agony, victim of the robotic piercing
arm. Shepard wasn't doing much better -- she looked to be on her
second or third enema, given the way she wriggled uncomfortably in
her suspension frame. Liara looked downwards, considering her own
body and not liking what she saw. The piercings made her look like a
whore and the spittle already dripping down her cleavage only served
to remind her just how low she had fallen. Here, she was not an
archaeologist. Not an information broker, not a battle companion. Not
even a respected citizen. Here, she was a piece of meat, a body to be
abused for other's pleasure. A tear escaped her eye, threading its
way down her face only to lose its grip and drop to the floor. Much
like her hopes. This would only last a month, but would she ever be
able to fully recover?
She forced herself to stop thinking along those lines. She really
didn't want to know the answer.
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That was really dark anon, but also very hot! :)
And if that was just them being prepared for their role... that makes me shiver thinking of what will be done to them during regular hours!
Really loved the concept of slaves being passed through some sort of automated assembly line. This way, the entire character attention could be on the slave instead of being divided between them and the tormentor.
Also huge bonus for Liara point of view!
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It will get even darker. And hotter. I promise :)
> Really loved the concept of slaves being passed through some sort of automated assembly line.
I really enjoyed writing it for the same reason, heh. "Automated slave processing" is a kink I've wanted to see more of ever since the "Automate" fill, so it was fun to get a chance to play with the idea.
> Also huge bonus for Liara point of view!
I dunno why, but I'm quite enamored with her point of view as well, enough so that in my writing plan I have to force myself to distribute attention to the other characters.
Thanks for commenting!
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Very nice. Keep it up! :)
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