The Assault
Anari woke up feeling miserable and it was only the first day. She was nauseous and on top of that came a bad taste in her mouth that wouldn't go away no matter how many times she gulped down a glass of water from the fountain. She was also restless but that had to do with her plans to escape or lack thereof.
'Draeck said he was going to make Mei-Li's complete last night, but did he actually do that or did she chicken out?' she wondered. 'I wish I could have pushed her further but that would have scared her away. I had to wait, but now I face the possibility that she has been corrupted too. And in that case I am without any allies whatsoever.'
She swallowed and was again reminded that Draeck had chained her with more than just physical means. Apparently he had made good on his promise but she could live with this, or die if necessary. But right now she was just waiting for one of the women to come so she could have breakfast. She was curious if food would be brought to her or if she would eat with the rest. She had forgotten to ask yesterday.
Her question was answered soon enough when Mei-Li entered and with her entrance Anari's hope crashed in a flaming wreck. Her pupils and irises were a sparkling silver and the look in her eyes was determined. Her hair was put into several braids, two of them streamed down from her temples and the rest from the back of her head.
But some of those braids didn't just hang there. Several were looped around her body, tied together like rope to provide minimal cover for her private parts. Two of those braids were cupping and lifting her tits, the tufts at their end rested on her teats. She wasn't wearing anything besides this bizarre getup and Mei-Li seemed to find nothing wrong with it.
"I know what you tried to do," Mei-Li said in greeting, her eyes shooting daggers. "Master showed me my personnel jacket this morning. Including the notes of my psychiatrist at the education center. Master isn't the one trying to use me, it's you. You and all those other Amazonans, from the moment you people got your claws on me. All you could think of was how to use me, a scared little girl!" She breathed hard after that tirade.
Commander Anari wanted to lick her dry lips but did her best to keep her anxiousness and surprise hidden. 'Fuck,' summed it up concisely. 'What the hell do I do now? I can't deny it, Draeck's got access to those files and he used it.' She took another look at Mei-li's eyes. 'And she's definitely one of his pets now.'
"Part of me wants to kill you," Mei-Li informed her with a cold voice. "But Master wants to keep you around and His punishment is cruel enough for me."
Anari blinked, not liking where this was going. She forgot to resist the temptation to lick her lips. "What do you mean?"
"Exactly," the petite woman answered triumphantly. "He's leaving you like this, withholding understanding from you. Keeping you untouched and captive instead of freeing you like He did me. He isn't in your thoughts, molding you to His will." Mei-Li's eyes became unfocused. "Showing you the bliss of obedience, making you submit, wrapping you in His will."
The commander watched as Mei-Li's hair began to move at that last part. It tightened and slid along her flesh, eliciting a pleasured moan from her before slacking again. "You will never have that," she informed Anari as she looked directly into her eyes. Eyes that showed the Amazonan exactly what she was missing. "But we have to go, I don't want to be late for breakfast."
Breakfast was surprisingly normal without the dessert-antics of last night. She waited for Draeck to suggestively ask her how she felt but he simply wished her a good morning and nothing more. The food was just as bland though which wasn't helped by the fact that the foul taste in her mouth clung to ever bite she took. And after that came the memorial service which left Anari with a confusing mix of emotions.
They had gathered a personal item from every woman that had died, including the deceased Captain Yvain, and put it in an airlock. And after some hart-felled words from Colonel Scorpia the outer doors had opened. That Draeck had the gall to stand there and comfort the doctor was bad enough, but the sadness that was written all over him threw Anari for a loop.
He was the reason those women had died,
but he obviously cared for them. And he didn't seem to be angry with Captain Yvain either or especially hostile towards herself for that matter despite what had happened to him. So she had simply stood there, with a clothed Mei-Li guarding her, and mourned for those brave souls in the privacy of her own mind. She honored them as Amazonans and as victims, not the playthings that they were when they died.
Still, the service had given her food for thought. Something to distract her from the small nuisances still plaguing her body. And it worked too because after a while she felt better, great even. 'Draeck doesn't look that bad,' Anari considered. 'I wouldn't mind him slipping his manhood into me. To draw it in slowly, feeling how my pussy strains to envelop him. His hands pulling at my hard nipples. Oh yes, just like...' The nausea came back as her hand left the collar to fondle her breast and with a shiver she became aware of her surroundings again.
She gave her hand an accusing glare, before shuddering. 'So I can do something about these symptoms if I caress the collar.' She had done it unconsciously when she didn't know that. But now that she knew how much better she could feel. 'How long until I lie here all day long, stroking the collar while my mind dissolves into a pleasant fog? Just so I won't have to feel like this.' She guessed the answer was a lot sooner than she feared or hoped.
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Last night's dinner had ended on an equally bizarre, if different, tone as the previous one. This time Draeck was the dessert and so Anari sat there while the other women took their turn sucking the man off. He didn't pay her any attention, never gave her a meaningful look that said he expected her in that position not before long. She went to bed hoping tomorrow would be better, she was disappointed.
A dull headache accompanied Anari's ascent into consciousness. Her relief that the nausea and the bad taste were gone was short-lived when she tried to fill a glass with water. Her hand trembled, forcing her to concentrate on just keeping it still. It also made every sip an arduous task.
So when on top of that the commander was confronted with Yanara's new, upbeat and sympathetic personality she got cranky. And the fact that happiness just rolled off of Yanara didn't help Anari to cool down either. Breakfast itself wasn't any better, every bite had to be taken slowly and deliberately or she was liable to stab herself with her fork.
