Aarla's Descent - Ch. XII. (Patreon)

This chapter comes with 3 NSFW images. From now on I will always implement these. I will also raise the number of chapters to 2 per month so there would be something to come back to the channel every week.

I recommend to download the zip file since it will be better with the linkappends :)

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Chapter XII.

The next morning instead of being taken to your owner, you are left alone in the training area. But at least the shocks stop, as you are taken to another device: which proves to be a bondage chair.

Your legs are spread in order for your pussy to be used freely. The arms of the straitjacket are opened, so your hands could be forcibly locked behind you. But if that's not enough, your head is tilted back, and a tube is affixed in your mouth. Your first guess is that they want you to drink semen... And bingo! You are indeed forced to drink semen. Whole gallons of it you realize, as you can see a giant tank getting switched above you by a mechanic arm as you get through the contents of each.

After some time you can hear the door open. You tense your muscles, albeit the weight of the semen above your mouth still forces you to swallow it.

"Pleasure her while I'm doing business matters," you can hear your owner's voice.

And soon you can feel the warmth of a tongue on your pussy.

It's owner being quite experienced with the task at hand. You have no doubt it is the servant whom you were forced to pleasure your owner with. Judging by the air particles left on your skin after her breaths, your superior brain tells you that she has the same lung capacity.

"What's your name?" you mutter with the tube still in your mouth.

"Kacey," she says, and she keeps licking your pussy.

After a good stroke, your legs twitch, and you suddenly have to swallow a huge amount of semen.

"I want to get out of here. Do you know a way?" you ask.

"I already made peace with this life. There is no sense in trying to get out," she answers.

"So is that's it? You gonna live the rest of your life like this?" you ask. Then a good stroke comes again, and you have to swallow a lot of semen before you could get back to your senses.

"Yes. That is it," she answers. "That's why I was able to rise above the others. And now I can lead a comfortable life. As comfortable as it gets. It will take five more years before I would become too old for his majesty to use me. But I will have plenty of opportunities still."

"Well, I'm sorry. But I'm not going to give up. I became a smuggler so I could be free, and I'm not going to bend down and wait until I fucking die."

"That's the gist of it: We will both die in slavery. But one of us is going to have it better than the other."

To that you have no answer. Not because you wouldn't think of anything. It's that you reached your peak, moaning vividly and your juices sent into Kacey's face while you still swallow semen.

After that she is escorted out of the room. And you are left alone for a few hours, contemplating what she said. Is she truly right? Is there no escape at all? When you were with Mr. Garcia, you had absolutely no way out. Bastard might have been a lowlife, but he was smart enough to keep you at bay. And in here, you have the same feeling. Your owner being smart enough to run an entire corporation. What are the chances that you could escape from him?

At a sudden the door opens, and your thought flow is interrupted. It is the trainer you realize. And before you could even think of doing anything, your limbs are unlocked, and you are escorted to a device that you are already familiar with: a bondage bench.

Your straitjacket is unlocked this time too. But your arms are still restrained thanks to the device. In addition you also receive a ballgag, so all you could do is to moan as a giant dildo gets inserted in your vagina.

"Have fun, little adenian," the trainer says, and he walks out of the room.

The next second the machine comes to life, and the giant dildo begins to pound you.

"MHMMMMM!!!!"

"MHMMMMM!!!!"

"MHMMMMM!!!!"

You repeat. But the the giant dildo keeps doing back and forth within your walls. You squirting all over the floor as one orgasm ripples through you after the other.

A random thought occurs to you then. The trainer left your arms free when he escorted you out of the bondage chair. They were still restrained by the straitjacket, but if you could grab the man on the right spot, you could easily get him to pull down the zipper at the center of your back. After that... well... You are an adenian. Your kind was meant to deal with this kind of situations. So one could say you have a fair chance of getting out of here.

Needless to say, the security guards should have plasma guns. And you bet there are more than one auto turrets with plasma embedded within the walls. So you have a fair chance of to die here as well. But do you really want to end up like Kacey? Or is it preferable to risk death instead of going down the same path she did?

"MHMMMMM!!!!"

"MHMMMMM!!!!"

"MHMMMMM!!!!"

Sadly you cannot think about this all that much. As the dildo just keeps pounding you. And you keep squirting all over the floor as one orgasm reaches you after the other.