"She's not ready. Pah. Fucking pathetic."
A strong hand wrenched the gasmask off of Plasia's face. The hard rubber seal dug across her cheeks as the mask scraped her skin. She hadn't loosened the straps, but the Molten Mistress refused to forgo her grip; they caught and tangled in her dreadlocks, stinging furiously and pulling at the back of her head, before finally threading through. She threw the mask down with such force that the blacked-out lenses cracked as it hit the floor.
Plasia blinked the tears out of her eyes and looked around, trying to orientate herself. All she could tell was that they were no longer in the medical bay, when out of the corner of her eye, a flash of red came down and struck her.
*SMACK*
And there it was. That searing pain. The stinging, creeping pain that oozed deep across her skin, that she'd become rather accustomed to over the last six months.
The realisation surprised her. The pain... It didn't quite hurt as much as it used to.
"March! Left!"
Plasia hobbled with all the might she could muster as she obeyed Moltezz's orders, and stumbled deeper into the space station.
"Funny. You seemed to be walking just fine before, strutting around my station, eating my food, enjoying the company of my council." Moltezz's voice hissed loudly from behind her, right up against the side of Plasia's head. The heat coming off her breath made Plasia shiver.
Moltezz strode confidently, towering over the smaller, trembling czarite, her skin shimmering with fury. Her face was steeled and serious, her glare firmly fixed on the back of Plasia's head. She was wearing a deeply revealing corset that clung to her curves and muscles, the leather straining desperately to keep everything in place.
M-Maybe she was in the middle of something, before... This is bad. This is really bad. Plasia jumped as Moltezz suddenly barked her next order:
"Right! Through the curtain!"
Plasia shuffled towards the pair of heavy, sweeping curtains, and peeked through the gap. On the other side, Moltezz's chamber awaited her, in all its steamy, sexual glory. Her grand, metallic throne faced towards them from the back of the room. Dotted around the room were piles of lacey cushions, rigid bondage stands, and black racks lined with leather and rope restraints. The sweet taste of sweat and sex landed on Plasia's tongue as it flickered cautiously between her lips, but the room was currently empty.
A strong, hot shove from behind sent her skittering into the room, barely able to stay upright as Moltezz thudded in after her. They seemed to have entered through a side door - Plasia could see the main entrance on the opposite wall, two large, grand metal doors, with an identical set of curtains at either side. As she made to right herself, she cast a nervous glance over towards Moltezz's bed. If the rest of the hall was the audience, then the Mistress' bed was the climax of the room. A silken masterpiece of soft crimson bedding and pillows, supported by solid black steel bed posts that rose nearly high enough to touch the ceiling, it was a combination of plush love and solid strength, much like the Mistress herself. A familiar feeling of dread coursed through her stomach and down her legs, and she clenched. Moltezz however, didn't seem all that interested in resuming her concubine play, at least, not at the moment.
Moltezz raised her hand, as to strike Plasia across the face with the back of her hand. But Plasia did not cower away or even flinch. She continued to steady herself, and stood as tall as she could in the face of her abuser. Moltezz's eyes narrowed as she witnessed a flicker of determination in the girl's eyes, and paused her strike.
"Do it! I don't care anymore!" For all the trembling in her voice, Plasia's cry came out loud and strong. "You don't f-frighten me! Why don't you whip and tear at my legs while you're at it, like you did with Seeth! It'll be even easier for you this time, I've only got the one!" A half sob, half manic-laugh hiccuped its way out of Plasia's mouth. "But you're wasting your time! The pain doesn't bother me anymore! The DA saw to that!" Fear-fueled adrenaline surged through her. Plasia's heart pounded in her chest, her limbs quivered, but she stood her shaky ground all the same.
A tense silence filled the chamber as the two Controllers stared each-other down. Something changed in Moltezz's expression, her eyes softened, and filled for a moment, almost with sadness, before -
*SMACK*
She continued her strike and slapped Plasia right across her face, sending the girl stumbling backwards. There was no time for Plasia to regain her footing this time, before Moltezz was on top of her, hand around her neck, and slamming her head straight into the wall. Plasia struck the wall with such force, that a heavy metal panel fell free of its plating. With Moltezz's other hand, she slammed a heavy punch into her stomach.
Dazed and gasping for breath, Plasia hunched over, only to feel two heavy fists suddenly slam into her back. She crashed against the floor, landing painfully on her stomach, barely able to catch her breath before Moltezz mounted over her, pushing a strong foot squarely on her back, pushing the air out of her lungs, digging her sharp heel into the soft curves of Plasia's body.
"W-What are you doing?!" Plasia cried out, scrambling to get up, tears streaming down her face.
"I thought pain didn't bother you anymore? Aren't I wasting my time?!" The Mistress leaned over and grabbed two thick handfuls of Plasia's jelly dreadlocks, and in one, agonising pull, ripped two huge chunks of her dreadlocks loose from her head. Plasia screamed. But there was no one to hear her, no one to save her this time.
"Traitor!" Moltezz growled. "You're a sorry, miserable sack of traitorous slime, and if I can't control you anymore, then my options are unfortunately limited." She stood over Plasia and, unable to contain her anger, kicked the czarite in the ribs. "Get up!"
Plasia did as she was told, slowly pushing herself up, onto her forearms first, wheezing painfully as both tears and thick blue ooze ran down her face, dribbling down from the torn patches on her head.
"It's become quite obvious to me that this... half of you cannot be trusted. Not only are you weak, but you are dangerous, a liability. And a chain is only as strong as its weakest link." As Plasia finally finished pushing herself up onto her feet, Moltezz's hand clamped around her throat and pinned her to the wall, squeezing her throat tightly. "You have compromised us." She hissed. "Because of you, the DA now know about us, and our gift. Because of you, we had to launch a rescue mission into their borders, and risk everyone's lives!"
The hand around her throat began to warm. A fresh surge of fear coursed through Plasia's already pounding heart as the heat around her throat quickly intensified, from pleasant and soothing to hot and stinging in mere moments. Plasia struggled in Moltezz's grip, writhing and twisting her neck desperately, which only caused Moltezz's scowl to intensify further, as she grit her teeth and pressed her face right up against Plasia's.
"BECAUSE OF YOU, OUR ENEMIES HAVE THE ADVANTAGE! ALL OF THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU! YOU LET DIEGO ESCAPE FROM THE DUNGEON - NO - NO! YOU AIDED HIM! YOU STOPPED THE NODES AND SLAVES FROM DOING THEIR JOB!"
The smell of burning flesh filled the room. Plasia desperately clawed at Moltezz's hands, but she couldn't shake her grip.
