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Padded floor. The first thought that sprung into her mind was that she felt like a mummy. Her ear twitched, lightly constrained by what she could only describe as the world's most invasive headset. Both of her eyes winked open, red irised portals to the soul of a creature that was distinctly unhappy. “Mmmph…!” she squealed at top volume, with about as much sound as a field mouse stubbing it’s toe one foot under the earth.\n\nStaring right back at her were the two glowing eyes of an elemental. Though given a less than leisurely awakening, her nap in the first place had not been a peaceful one. In a matter of moments, she was able to make all sorts of deductions of her own outfit with the simple creature ahead of her as her study. A little bit of fidgeting revealed her suspicions were true. Her legs bound all the way to the toes with a defacto leg binder. Revealing several patches of her fur showing off the thin figure she possessed.\n\n“Haaaa~!” The elemental said, spiralling upward with a fairy like gate. Tiny particles of cool plasma drifting down from her wings like glitter. Cyanide was bound and gagged in a featureless padded room with only windows out of her reach. Given no attention from outside forces, she would instantly find herself in one of the most boring situations imaginable for a captive mouse like herself. However, there were a number of questions pounding in her mind. And a latent illusion shattered. She desired to test her limits, to see whatever information she could amass with her new sense of awareness within the story.\n\n(Tell me two things, how I can get off, and get out of here) Cyanide piped up into the empty theatre of her mind. Though pleasure of some sort of another seemed guaranteed if not by her captors then at her destination. Her crimes against certain former employers legitimate blasphemy. With no need for trial given her presence on land possessed by Arrest herself. (Yeah, kind of figured. Well when will they get here, and answer the other part?) She asked once again into the empty theatre. Finding only a voice most objectively detailing the story from her own perspective. One of the least enlightening possible viewpoints in this scenario.\n\nWishing to make the most out of her time, she looked up to the ceiling with a spiteful passion to the very forces of the universe themself. (I’ll make you go over to somebody else instead. I know you did it to blueberry boy!) She piped up silently to herself, perhaps belonging more in the nut case section of the prison than she thought. (I know you won’t change if I stop thinking and go into boring mode. But I’ll do so much worse, I’ll, I’ll think the N word! I’ll go through all my memories of cub porn. Yeeeah, yeah! Viva la revolution! I’ll think up scenes of disney characters and they will cease and desist your perverted ass so har-)\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nDeputy Doctor Cassius examined the patient files from above. The circles of his glasses had a way of frequently catching the light, leaving them as dehumanized white circles. A mask of sorts that furthered the measurable distance he had with all his patients. Even now he picked them apart with clear thought and clear sight that had nothing to do with the spectacles waiting at the tip of his nose. His eyes had long since been enhanced beyond the point of his astigmatism coming into play. Yet he still wore them, a reminder of who he was before his deputization.\n\nA VI recorded his personal monolog, feeling that he worked best with a discussion partner. Preferably an expert, though here he would take what he could get. The elemental has reached full maturity, yet displays delusions of a world called… happyville. How amusing. Her treatment will be simple, twofold. One to rid her of these delusions so she can be a productive little power plant, submissive. And another to make her far more perverted. She is childish, and less lustful than even the average civilization. She must yearn for pleasure, and enjoy it down to the core of her spirit for maximum power output. Boring, yet the rat…\n\n“Literary hallucinations of precognitive nature, now that is a case that could be a highlight of my career. Especially with the exact specifications of my subject.” The insect lightly licked one of his mandibles, the tiny. Six armed spider man walking effortlessly along the wall to observe his patients from another angle while the information from their head gear streamed in seamlessly. They were understaffed out here, as no one wanted a station in the crime ridden skirts. Their forces almost entirely composed of unlucky recruits and deputies like him. “Her condition must be diagnosed, and if it is a new one. Then I must study her, perhaps it will be dubbed Cassian Mania~” he said with a delight, oh how he could be immortalized through the galaxy if this was what he hoped for. To do that, he would push her to the limit, and break her. Interrogating her mind for it’s every last quirk.\n\nThe machinery scanned their minds constantly, so elaborate it unveiled their every thought for him one by one. Even the ones they did not entirely realize they were having. It saved him plenty of time and effort consulting each one and cutting through the lies and deceptions to even diagnose them. He spoke a mantra, yet not to the starwalker of madness. But of pain and pleasure. “Babylon, I will exploit the every mortal weakness of these whores, they will learn purity of thought through punishment of the body. Blessed be the fallen from grace.” He began to make his way to the cell, yet only moments after he left the room. A small, two foot tall creature would come in through the other entrance. With a leaf like hair.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n“Mmmmmnnnn~” Cyanide groaned after hearing that scene. (What the fuuuuck! He’s going to torture my ass, there’s no way he’s a real doctor.) And yet from between her legs there was a yearning that was not exactly derived purely from the after effects of the earlier aphrodisiac. Suddenly, in the silent room (atleast to one with masterfully crafted noise canceling earbuds) She heard his voice. “Cyanide dear, you are very confused. Take slow, deliberate breaths. Think of nothing but the sound of my voice.”\n\nThe mouse seemed slightly confused. Breath? That had been totally controlled by the respirator tucked into her mouth. Yet right after his instructions, it would deliberately slow down. Taking such long, strong breaths every six seconds she soon felt the acute sensation of being over oxygenated. Her chest tingling, white noise played in an effort to get her to play along. (Idiot, I’ve got a college degree. But even I know hypnosis only works on idiots who believe it works and are vulnerable to social pressure.) Her eyes slowly drifted over to the elemental in the room as the lights dulled. Giving her even less stimuli to focus on.\n\nCircut was immediately spellbound despite Cyanide giving a growl to try and stir her from it. Shifting over she kicked at the elemental yet making no progress. (Litte miss happyville you are pissing me off!) She thought in a distinct wine. Hopping up ever wobbily to the side of the wall she would cast her body over he tiny girl. Pinning Circut between her tiny boobs in a matter of moments. Covering the valve where air was intook for the poor elemental. Who screamed bloody murder, instantly distracted from the attempted mind control. “Mrrrrph! Hlllllp, drrrctr!” She begged, blushing heavily and struggling for freedom.\n\nIn walked DD Cassius. A diminutive. Two foot tall spider man wearing military like fatigues of a blue colour contrasting his brown and orange fur. He carried in one hand a very heavy looking chest filled with therapy equipment. The modifications that were made to his body were obvious, the short claw tips at the end of his finger tips formed of a shimmering, orange alloy that was nearly indestructible. The small black eyes dotting his head aside from the main pair hidden behind his light reflective spectacles seemed to me made out of glass and tuned to his attention like the motions of a security camera. There was a tiny hum coming from his joints as he moves neither of the girls could hear but Cyanide could slightly feel as he stood next to her. Sinking deep into the padded floor, far heavier with metallic components than any ordinary creature of his size.\n\nAs he grabbed the ankle of his rodent like patient, the instant she turned around she felt like she’d seen right into the devils face. Circut was released. Hovering almost to the top of the room yet soon drifting over to sit on his shoulder as if completely enamored. The Deputy Doctorate caressing her with the flat of one clawed fingertip. He spoke in a voice that only she could hear, the elementals headphones set to tune it out entirely. “Just because you are too well educated to fall prey to hypnosis. Don’t think that will spare you from your treatment. Our patron Arrest wants you sane, and productive. And I won’t fail her. I hope you’ve got some energy in you, so we can move nice and fast. Regardless. You’ll break, like all the rest.”\n\nCyanide looked up to the observation room with hope that now was the time her little green friend would swoop in and save the day. Then she kept looking. Then for a little longer as Cassius prepped his sadistic tools of medicine. “Ylllp!” She squeaked, staring down with a pain struck look in her eye as he pinched on electrodes similar to a tiny set of car jacks directly to her exposed nipples. “It is quite possible that administering electroshock therapy will calm your most pressing delusions. Then we can make some real progress.” She squinted her eyes at the soulless doctor before her. (You wouldn't dar- Fuck! Fuck, ow!)\n\nA series of three shocks would pound across her body, making her feel like she’d been struck with a baseball bat three times. The tiniest trail of steam rising up from her chest. Heart pounding erratically. She looked at her captor with pleading eyes. Biting onto the unbreakable gag in her jaws strong enough to chip a tooth if it did not perfectly accommodate it in just such a way so she could get no leverage. She saw him whispering to Circut, affectionately nuzzling her cheek with his own while one fingertip played through her head tails. Releasing latter half from the straps keeping them tightly coiled together.\n\n“Mmmph! Mrrrph! Frrrrrrm!” Cyanide gasped, the doctors hypothesis unfortunately proving to be false. With her ‘condition’ more suitable to a theoretical physicist than a psychologist. As her fear struck mind read these words she understood that this perception would indeed be a part of her until the end of her days. Of course, a doctor of the mind might diagnose her with schizophrenia, mania, or even PTSD. Yet who knew if the doctors motives went ‘above and beyond the call of duty’ in more ways than one.\n\nHowever his introductory session of therapy did certainly reveal another aspect about her personality to, namely that this fussy sub liked bondage way too much. In his book, enough to warrant being admitted in the first place.  All of this flowed like a stream into his augmented mind via a direct uplink to her headset. To prevent information overload, this process was far less information filled than the documentation on the computer. Yet for an expert such as himself was still as easy to read as an open book.\n\nAnother series of jolts sent her leaning face down. “Mmmmmmn~” She replied with lazy eyes, arms ceasing their fruitless struggles to give herself an erotic hug. Glad for her mask as any observer might otherwise be able to see her smile. Right now, nothing she did. Meta knowledge or not. Could deter him from doing as he pleased with her and she was thrilled. Suddenly, she felt a pop near the end of her outfit. And felt completely exposed. The mouse looked back with a curious yet whimsical expression. The ghost of fright still in her eyes as she played her role well.\n\n“Fascinating, resilient to measures of therapy. Perfect, now. What is your weakness girl. Everyone has something they cannot withstand.” The doctor said, which sounded almost paradoxical to her. Adjusting his glasses, Circut was nowhere to be seen. And then. “Aaaaaaah!-” She attempted to inhale sharply which was quickly modulated by her respirator. An elemental, using nearly six inches of her foot long head tails. Was snuggled up to her thigh and exploring her sex as if looking for gold. (A virgin elemental? Who’s ever heard of that!)\n\nYet this sentiment did nothing to dull the young elementals enthusiasm however and Cyanide was left weak, heavily distracted with the buzz at her chest evening out to a continuous stream  that made her stretch to the limits of her suit. She could not even think of hiding her thoughts, of not drawing that one particular phobia right to the forefront of her mind when asked. “Ooooh, hydrophobia. Quite common among spacers.” He spoke to himself, such was consistent with the file he had on her background.\n\nShe felt a snug leather strap go along her hip, tying Circut nice and close where she could be used as a toy. Each tentacle as hot as cookies fresh out of the oven. Pushing her most sensitive region to its limit. “I know what you’re thinking, but the formatting of this room is very susceptible to change.” Before her eyes the white paneled walls of the room began to shift like a puzzle box, unveiling an elaborate mechanism filled with countless horrors and tools. If she were not insane, half of the items here could make her that way. Containers of spiders to scuttle along her body, hot brands of iron, VR headsets to dellude her into another world virtually indefinitely. Yet most unfortunately in her case…\n\nThe floor slid open, revealing a small aquarium like area. A black cord hooked onto the strap around her ankles. Dragging her along the room via it’s anchor in the center retracting it while Cassius walking with a disciplined pace beside her. Cyanide would have done anything to get out of this situation, yet there was nothing within her power. She could not beg, nor break free, nor defy her fate in any manner imaginable. “Mrrrrrrm! N-nmmmm!” She pleaded with watery eyes, her peril absolute.\n\n“Man, you weren’t kidding about liking those straitjackets huh?” She heard the voice of Clover through her ear buds. Looking around in alarm. She jumped, avoiding a flop of her face into the water as her long braid of hair instead got soaked. Dripping as she whined, not even wanting a drop to get on her body. (How are you here! Oh my god save me!) She pleaded without a single syllable being audible to the Leshy who’d somehow managed to get into the observation room beyond the totally white glass along the length of her room.\n\n“Oh you can hear me! Nifty, yeah I’ve been watching you with your mate for a little while. I can’t believe you never told me you got to recharge your fun bags! Is there anything you do that doesn't involve electricity?” He asked in a fascinated tone of voice. Cyanide raved like a maniac as she was sunk into the tank like a fast forwarded James Bond. No matter how far she swung with all her strength she was unable to even reach the edge. Bubbles soon flowed up in her wake as she most unwisely expended extra oxygen in her panic to get loose. Thankfully her respirator did not instantly fill her with water. Having some type of safety cutoff for her sake. As she was left cold and whet, the elemental was far less ignorable. The only pleasant, now hot sensation.\n\nHer wings made out of plasma made the water bubble around her groin as Clover went on. “Huh, I might come in there for a drink too later. I’ve heard of straws before, but this seems you know. Non-Traditional.” He said with no knowledge of her mistreatment to speak of. Cassius gazed down from the edge of the pool with a detached affection for his patients. It brought him a certain satisfaction to see them put into agony before his eyes. Waiting, waiting, waiting for the fight to go out of her. He had no fear of her drowning of course, the PERV’s in her body could easily spare her from that. Indeed, he just wanted her to suffer as much as possible without going numb to the taste. This was but the first day of a long, long time together after all. And he had to start strong.\n\nCyanide was pulled out soaking wet, relishing the puff of air that followed as her coughs brought out droplets of water from her nose. The next shock trumpeted throughout her entire body. Causing her to scream in agony as it was conducted across her soaking form. Dizzy sounds of pleasure following as waves of cum would roll down her hips on behalf of Circuts efforts. “Yeah reverse cannonball!- Oh, you don’t look so good.” Clover said with applause interrupted by concern for his good friend.\n\nBefore Cyan could fully recover she was dropped in again with a splash. Barely giving her time to hold her breath. This time the shocks did not wait for her to resurface. A dark shape appearing beneath the tank in her image. Suddenly, a blue Leshy hurled itself through the glass. Confused but certain of his actions. Weather she enjoyed it or not Clover was possesed by a deep concern. Instantly seeing not only a friend but the ghost of a loved one in danger. Without knowlege. “P-pull her out! That’s enough!” Clover said, fingers curled into fists with his thumbs inexpertly held in the middle.\n\nCassius switched from ‘psychiatrist’ mode to deputy mode with extreme prejudice. His voice dropping to a low monotone that filled the room to shaking with clear syllables that demanded respect and heeded the word of law passed down from a sacred entity. It was beyond gender, it was beyond life. The purest truth of the universe unveiling. “Unidentified Leshy, you are now a prisoner of CORE ship of the line SS Order. You are found guilty under the crime of trespassing, and unbranding. You will be appraised and interned.” It said, malice making the small vessel inhabiting the voice seem to tower over everyone in the room.\n\n“Oh harem forgive me!” Clover begged, but not out of mercy. In a flash he sent out a vine to try and curl around the small predator. Which was instantly caught with a reaction seeming to be one of outright ease for the spider. Holding out two of his auxiliary hands thousands of tiny machines would pour out of the woodwork. Shooting into place as if magnetized while he assembled some kind of oversized, vacuum like weapon. Yet, in the blink of an eye. The leshy hefted the Deputy off his feet quickly. The vine tightening enormously under the weight of the body it was only narrowly able to nudge as it pushed the limits of his frame. Almost feeling like his liquid filled spine would snap Clover hurled the figure into the pool at the same time his second vine yanked Cyanide to freedom. Also yet hurling the battery wired to her chest (with great displeasure from his rescuee) into the pool. Freeing her nips from the clamps.\n\nBuying them only momentary reprieve, Clover saw far more violent streaks of lightning shoot through the pool. Conducting through the body of Cyan’s captor until it reached a dense anti-conductive subdermal layer of the full body armor integrated into his body. Designed for just such a purpose. One of his vines almost snapped, Clover immediately started trying to free his ally. Fighting the urge to run away as he tugged with his considerably weaker body on what felt like an unbreakable strap of artificially created leather.\n\nThough thoroughly abused and beaten, Cyanide had a look of Mania in her eyes that could only come from flying off the edge of her seat. The one possible means of escape she’d ever receive currely trying to tug her gag out with one strawberry like foot placed over her eye. (You know what to do! Before there’s no time, look at me. I’m sorry I was scared the last time, all those times. We can get out together!) She could think of nothing that could possibly motivate him, except perhaps the fear of the now puppeteered deputy rising out to turn him into mulch.\n\nBut it wasn't fear that had moved the leshy this far, no. Once he realized how alone, mistreated, and misunderstood she had to have been. For just a moment he saw a pink skinned, flowery Leshy in her. Indeed, the instant he saw his mate in Cyanide there was no question about it. He sprung into action with a trust born under the circumstances. Regardless of the cost he would have done so a thousand more times. Even to save her the ends don't justify the means. “If my friend, or even one girl has to suffer so I can save mine? Well, then how could that be worth it?” He asks the mummified mouse still trapped beneath his paws. Their eyes met, and taken totally off guard. For a moment, Cyanide had her greatest companion fully in her corner. Vines raised behind his back in an act of embrace.\n\nWhen Cassius leaped from the bottom of the tank, seeing red with arms bared ready for war. He saw Cyanide rising up with the remains of her straitjacket being torn apart around her. Clover having melded to Cyanide’s back. Becoming greater than the sum of their parts. A flowery cord covered her modesty. Yet Circut remained strapped to her leg. No longer invading her but feeding a steady stream of power into the leshy to make it all possible. Her hypnotizing ear plugs having been torn asunder.\n\nCyanide spit out the astoundingly hard plug that had been lodged in her mouth for several hours like a slug right into the face of the doctor. Who ducked as it smashed into a tickleing machine behind him. “You really are insane if you think I’ll let you go so easy.” Cassius himself said, his natural voice sounding in many a way more intimidating than the soothing controlled voice he delivered through the earpiece. Cyanide lowered herself down like an athlete. Analyzing the situation.\n\nShe was up against a fully augmented deputy of core, who’s multiple arms likely meant he could wield a number of their dangerous micro-weapons at once. One direct hit and even with the Clover’s leshy regeneration she would be disabled long enough for him to come and finish the job. Then again, one lucky or precise shot to Clover himself would also be enough to shut down her chances of success. On the plus side, leshy at her back. The gap normally created by the doctors cybernetics would be bridged. She’d be just as fast and strong as him. Yet without any heavy weapons of her own his durability would far surpass hers.\n\nShe had grown more familiar with core technology in her short time among one of their facilities, and knew how his assault would be powered. In a top notch ship such as the one they were on, elementals would be kept in an extremely secure room. The power streaming through a system to be able to fuel him as long as he remained in the building. She had no doubt somewhere not far from here a team of bound elements were being pounded for all the energy they could offer. She had her own leshy of course, but she needed it to be able to maintain her connection to Clover. Even causing her stability to bottom out at zero the deputies mechanical systems would be shielded from the power surge. Unless if the same thing happened to a leshy already connected to his system.\n\nFirst things first, she had to get out of this torture chamber. Each of its implements could be used on her akin to a weapon, yet if she fled to far then she might run into more backup. Reducing her chances to almost zero. She shot out four vines directly from clover, manipulating them with ease using her highly tuned mind. Flinging herself up above the spider. A high pitched, industrial whistling filled the air as within seconds a hammer twice the size of the spider formed into four of his hands like Mjolnir.\n\nWith an overhand ark, Cyanide narrowly missed being instantly taken out of the fight. A worthy risk as the captor instantly knocked a hole through the floor without care. Whatever was beneath them clearly was not a patient's cell. Her right leg and left leg at the ankle were instantly detached, painlessly given her current existence as a half organic half plant hybrid. She took the hum of a rocket at the rear of his massive hammer as her cue to leave. Practically flying into the hole which lead to a far, far larger area than she had anticipated. Almost like a factory with thousands of cages filled to burst with women. The rubble from the ceiling having crushed several cages filled with immobilized bird ladies poised almost like hens. The women would be fine of course- In time.\n\n“You’re crazy!” She retorted to the scientist, hanging out the newly created hole like a four legged spider with six meter long legs. Now having more time to maneuver. The second Cassius entered the room she through was seemed to be a curveball of a punch directly into his kidney area. Smashing off a spine constructed for a tank. “This is the first time you have ever been in a fight little privileged girl. When I snap your body it’ll snap your head just as bad. But don’t worry, you’ll be put back together just how I like.” Though she was out of the range of the hammer, which had a much longer reach. She was not out of range of the counter punch which instantly smooshed her muzzle into her face so hard she looked closer to a human than a green mouse folk. She was sent flying back, landing with a roll along a shelf before scuttling at moderate speed with great agility along the shelf tops.\n\nOne after another Cyanide began hurling cages using her newly sprouted vines at the doctor. The first one was bat back at her like some sort of projectile, she was terrified at the accuracy his computer enhanced mind was able to deliver with a cage made lopsided thanks to the bunny folk crammed inside. “Grrrgl!” She heard from the makeshift projectile far bigger than her entire body. “Process this burocrat!” Cyanide leapt to the side, vines melding together around her hips like a pulley. With a quick rotation she picked up an entire shelf full of prisoners. Gasping with the amazing exertion it places on her body as the whole things soared, screaming, and helpless towards him.\n\n“SKKKKKRT!” She heard a heavy metalic sound like an engine roaring to life. Still armed with the hammer, yet with one stray hand now chained to an enormous boulder of solid steel roaring at thirty miles an hour and gaining speed. He hugely outpaced her in the distance, barely able to move after the great strain she’d just put herself under. Cyanide panted as if performing anaerobic exercise. Her foot regrown but one leg still half formed. Cassius leveled the cannon on his shoulder like a cannon. Lifted up off the ground with great stability. As quick as a machine gun explosive rounds shaped like dragons teeth cut through the air with a tracer fire behind it. Perfectly aimed to cut off three of her exposed vines. “Crap!” The mouse responded, being sent flopping onto a catalk.\n\nPulling herself up, with a mix of hopping and flinging herself forward with her remaining vine. She grumbled to herself. “Where’s the, you know. Emergency release!” She asked, unable to find a single console in the entire automated room filled with captives. Such designs were totally forbidden from use by core engineers. Who heavily valued security over the base safety of their nerely immortal prisoners. (Well it was a trope of a plan anyways)\n\nCassius hunted for the best possible route to cut off the escape of his prey. Microbots already surging to repair the extensive damage he’d done to the ship. As Cyanide crossed over a arch into the next room. He had to debate the optimal method for breaking in. Not wanting to risk a hull puncture if he knocked himself out into the vacuum of space on accident. Which would be inconvenient. “Cassius! What in the hell are you doing here? Starwalkers themselves could hear you now!” He heard yelled up from one of his co workers who’d came running to investigate. A superior as a matter of fact, by the rank of sheriff. They could work together to make short work of his valuable prisoner through a manhunt.\n\n“Ha! There is no permanent damage to consider here, a leshy broke in and made off with my new, precious patient. I’ve got this one Revel. I’ll send you the plant bow tied before there’s the slightest risk of a prison break. Already they can’t get far now.” He explained. Finished with his calculations he lifted up the cannonball. Swinging it through the air in a gigantic ark to knock a hole in the dividing wall to the next half of the facility. “There will be permanent damage to you if- Hey, can’t you even see that. Cassius! Disconnect from-”\n\nBut he was already gone. “Whatever, it’s not like you’ll use that much power apprehending two prisoners.” She spat venously. In the next room, Cyanide had released nearly a dozen prisoners. Having found a crowbar like tool used to remove the bindings of high security slaves via releasing a lock situated in the back of their containment suits. Though mobile, her mob was not exactly useful. And her tool something she only had one of. As she heard Cassius enter after her, she passed it onto a newly freed frog. Cracking her knuckles just as her nose popped back out into place.\n“So quickly are you proving to be a thorn in my side, do you have any idea what you are even trying to do? We keep no space worthy vessels aboard you can simply hijack. Escape is impossible.” He asked, causing the sturdily built shelves to whine in protest as he carried the wrecking ball like a balloon on his back and held the hammer to the side. Cyanide bit back her funny comments, retorting. “Just my way of showing affection doctor, I’m terribly anxious to be alone. Have you met my friends?” Out of nowhere a curvy woman made of glass and an elephant like arch-criminal charged him in ambush from the shadow of a cage.\n\nWith a hefty, rocket powered swing he sent them flying with one colossal smack into the far wall of the factory. “They are very amusing, as a matter of fact many of them will be undergoing treatment like you Cyanide. Whores like you belong in suits like this.” As he aimed his hammer once again like a team of tiny furred creatures would team up to topple their now empty cage onto the small guard. Highly tuned senses responding with musical vigor. He suddenly aimed up. Blasting the steel to smithereens and causing it to rain sharp pieces of metal. In the blink of an eye he’d unloaded thirty shots into it. A third of his clip. “I could to this all day!’\n\nCyanide edged closer, fists raised with three vines still steaming. Their growth almost totally stopped without the nutrients to continue her regeneration. A wave of six terrified prisoners assembled around her. She ducked behind the bars of a much large cell, the rest not being as lucky. A cannon ball blazing down to cast them to the side like bowling pins. There was a distinct, odd lag to his attack however. “What the hell?” Cassius asked himself, the melee not soon ending as a vulture descended upon him. Talons ripped from her suit she tried to seize him by the collar but instantly felt him too heavy. Coming closer to tripping him more than anything else. “Quit it, stop it you slut!” he demanded, attempting to throw out a blow to dismiss her but unable to find the proper angle. In the several seconds they struggled, all the girls he’d brutalized were replaced by a fresh wave of crooks seeking freedom.\n\nThe same, high pitched tone filled the air as two more weapons were assembled into his hands. A full arsonal. Complete with a chute along his back like that of a wood chipper. A spear made out of drills jutted out. Pinning the vulture to the bars of a cage and crushing the fight out of her. He began to unload into the crowd around him with extreme prejudice. Having no care how much damage he did to prisoners still captive or not. And he was extremely successful. Taking out nearly three dozen in the blink of an eye. Bombs rained down from the ceiling and sprouted from the earth, the tiniest girls like Cyanide were sucked up and thrown out the other side clung immobile in new bindings. A fireworks show of explosions and punishment flowed constantly from his rifle until, suddenly. There was nothing left.\n\nA clicking sound came from his gun as there seemed to be no ammunition remaining. Impossible given the nature that the cannon had of constantly forming new teeth as they were fired. Yet he was really alarmed when the cannon ball began to fall apart from chain to body. Soon followed by all his other weapons losing shape and size. Microbots falling off to the side as if beetles falling dead from the nest. Out of power. “That’s impossible! We’ve got a grid of a hundred elementals on this vessel.” Cyanide, now unafraid, Revealed herself onto the now smoking landscape separating her from the Doctor. “All those eyes and not one can peek behind you is it? The one that matters has been right under your nose.”\n\nTurning his head, and looking down. Cassius was dismayed, and nearly blinded by a white hot elemental burning out of the heat resistant materials of her straitjacket. It had happened the moment Cyanide landed her first blow. A risky move to attach him to her as a power source rather than the matrix he was already plugged into. With no sexual stimulation. This entire time he’d been decreasing her stability. All the while leaving himself vulnerable to what would doubt be one of the most vicious surges of Circut’s life. “Bravo.”\n\nAll of his weapons fell apart to pieces, not responding as the direct interface built into his head was shorted out in a flash of light. The elemental of course escaped in a blur of movement. Quickly followed by Cyanide who abandoned the doctor to give whatever remained of the more combative females a fighting chance. Already she saw more gimped babes assembling to take him on in what seemed like a more hopeful endeavor. Hand to hand he was still far stronger than each of them, but combined he had so much to worry about. The last Cyanide saw of Cassius. He was simultaneously battering three bitches while a enormous cock gag was being forced passed his mandibles. Glasses broken, fury unleashed. She removed an exhausted Clover from her back. “Now, let’s find that girl. And get out of here.”\n \n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "
Cyanide awoke from her slumber, fine posterior warmly situated against a familiar cushy. Padded floor. The first thought that sprung into her mind was that she felt like a mummy. Her ear twitched, lightly constrained by what she could only describe as the world's most invasive headset. Both of her eyes winked open, red irised portals to the soul of a creature that was distinctly unhappy. “Mmmph…!” she squealed at top volume, with about as much sound as a field mouse stubbing it’s toe one foot under the earth.

Staring right back at her were the two glowing eyes of an elemental. Though given a less than leisurely awakening, her nap in the first place had not been a peaceful one. In a matter of moments, she was able to make all sorts of deductions of her own outfit with the simple creature ahead of her as her study. A little bit of fidgeting revealed her suspicions were true. Her legs bound all the way to the toes with a defacto leg binder. Revealing several patches of her fur showing off the thin figure she possessed.

“Haaaa~!” The elemental said, spiralling upward with a fairy like gate. Tiny particles of cool plasma drifting down from her wings like glitter. Cyanide was bound and gagged in a featureless padded room with only windows out of her reach. Given no attention from outside forces, she would instantly find herself in one of the most boring situations imaginable for a captive mouse like herself. However, there were a number of questions pounding in her mind. And a latent illusion shattered. She desired to test her limits, to see whatever information she could amass with her new sense of awareness within the story.

(Tell me two things, how I can get off, and get out of here) Cyanide piped up into the empty theatre of her mind. Though pleasure of some sort of another seemed guaranteed if not by her captors then at her destination. Her crimes against certain former employers legitimate blasphemy. With no need for trial given her presence on land possessed by Arrest herself. (Yeah, kind of figured. Well when will they get here, and answer the other part?) She asked once again into the empty theatre. Finding only a voice most objectively detailing the story from her own perspective. One of the least enlightening possible viewpoints in this scenario.

Wishing to make the most out of her time, she looked up to the ceiling with a spiteful passion to the very forces of the universe themself. (I’ll make you go over to somebody else instead. I know you did it to blueberry boy!) She piped up silently to herself, perhaps belonging more in the nut case section of the prison than she thought. (I know you won’t change if I stop thinking and go into boring mode. But I’ll do so much worse, I’ll, I’ll think the N word! I’ll go through all my memories of cub porn. Yeeeah, yeah! Viva la revolution! I’ll think up scenes of disney characters and they will cease and desist your perverted ass so har-)



























Deputy Doctor Cassius examined the patient files from above. The circles of his glasses had a way of frequently catching the light, leaving them as dehumanized white circles. A mask of sorts that furthered the measurable distance he had with all his patients. Even now he picked them apart with clear thought and clear sight that had nothing to do with the spectacles waiting at the tip of his nose. His eyes had long since been enhanced beyond the point of his astigmatism coming into play. Yet he still wore them, a reminder of who he was before his deputization.

A VI recorded his personal monolog, feeling that he worked best with a discussion partner. Preferably an expert, though here he would take what he could get. The elemental has reached full maturity, yet displays delusions of a world called… happyville. How amusing. Her treatment will be simple, twofold. One to rid her of these delusions so she can be a productive little power plant, submissive. And another to make her far more perverted. She is childish, and less lustful than even the average civilization. She must yearn for pleasure, and enjoy it down to the core of her spirit for maximum power output. Boring, yet the rat…

“Literary hallucinations of precognitive nature, now that is a case that could be a highlight of my career. Especially with the exact specifications of my subject.” The insect lightly licked one of his mandibles, the tiny. Six armed spider man walking effortlessly along the wall to observe his patients from another angle while the information from their head gear streamed in seamlessly. They were understaffed out here, as no one wanted a station in the crime ridden skirts. Their forces almost entirely composed of unlucky recruits and deputies like him. “Her condition must be diagnosed, and if it is a new one. Then I must study her, perhaps it will be dubbed Cassian Mania~” he said with a delight, oh how he could be immortalized through the galaxy if this was what he hoped for. To do that, he would push her to the limit, and break her. Interrogating her mind for it’s every last quirk.

The machinery scanned their minds constantly, so elaborate it unveiled their every thought for him one by one. Even the ones they did not entirely realize they were having. It saved him plenty of time and effort consulting each one and cutting through the lies and deceptions to even diagnose them. He spoke a mantra, yet not to the starwalker of madness. But of pain and pleasure. “Babylon, I will exploit the every mortal weakness of these whores, they will learn purity of thought through punishment of the body. Blessed be the fallen from grace.” He began to make his way to the cell, yet only moments after he left the room. A small, two foot tall creature would come in through the other entrance. With a leaf like hair.








“Mmmmmnnnn~” Cyanide groaned after hearing that scene. (What the fuuuuck! He’s going to torture my ass, there’s no way he’s a real doctor.) And yet from between her legs there was a yearning that was not exactly derived purely from the after effects of the earlier aphrodisiac. Suddenly, in the silent room (atleast to one with masterfully crafted noise canceling earbuds) She heard his voice. “Cyanide dear, you are very confused. Take slow, deliberate breaths. Think of nothing but the sound of my voice.”

The mouse seemed slightly confused. Breath? That had been totally controlled by the respirator tucked into her mouth. Yet right after his instructions, it would deliberately slow down. Taking such long, strong breaths every six seconds she soon felt the acute sensation of being over oxygenated. Her chest tingling, white noise played in an effort to get her to play along. (Idiot, I’ve got a college degree. But even I know hypnosis only works on idiots who believe it works and are vulnerable to social pressure.) Her eyes slowly drifted over to the elemental in the room as the lights dulled. Giving her even less stimuli to focus on.

Circut was immediately spellbound despite Cyanide giving a growl to try and stir her from it. Shifting over she kicked at the elemental yet making no progress. (Litte miss happyville you are pissing me off!) She thought in a distinct wine. Hopping up ever wobbily to the side of the wall she would cast her body over he tiny girl. Pinning Circut between her tiny boobs in a matter of moments. Covering the valve where air was intook for the poor elemental. Who screamed bloody murder, instantly distracted from the attempted mind control. “Mrrrrph! Hlllllp, drrrctr!” She begged, blushing heavily and struggling for freedom.

In walked DD Cassius. A diminutive. Two foot tall spider man wearing military like fatigues of a blue colour contrasting his brown and orange fur. He carried in one hand a very heavy looking chest filled with therapy equipment. The modifications that were made to his body were obvious, the short claw tips at the end of his finger tips formed of a shimmering, orange alloy that was nearly indestructible. The small black eyes dotting his head aside from the main pair hidden behind his light reflective spectacles seemed to me made out of glass and tuned to his attention like the motions of a security camera. There was a tiny hum coming from his joints as he moves neither of the girls could hear but Cyanide could slightly feel as he stood next to her. Sinking deep into the padded floor, far heavier with metallic components than any ordinary creature of his size.

As he grabbed the ankle of his rodent like patient, the instant she turned around she felt like she’d seen right into the devils face. Circut was released. Hovering almost to the top of the room yet soon drifting over to sit on his shoulder as if completely enamored. The Deputy Doctorate caressing her with the flat of one clawed fingertip. He spoke in a voice that only she could hear, the elementals headphones set to tune it out entirely. “Just because you are too well educated to fall prey to hypnosis. Don’t think that will spare you from your treatment. Our patron Arrest wants you sane, and productive. And I won’t fail her. I hope you’ve got some energy in you, so we can move nice and fast. Regardless. You’ll break, like all the rest.”

Cyanide looked up to the observation room with hope that now was the time her little green friend would swoop in and save the day. Then she kept looking. Then for a little longer as Cassius prepped his sadistic tools of medicine. “Ylllp!” She squeaked, staring down with a pain struck look in her eye as he pinched on electrodes similar to a tiny set of car jacks directly to her exposed nipples. “It is quite possible that administering electroshock therapy will calm your most pressing delusions. Then we can make some real progress.” She squinted her eyes at the soulless doctor before her. (You wouldn't dar- Fuck! Fuck, ow!)

A series of three shocks would pound across her body, making her feel like she’d been struck with a baseball bat three times. The tiniest trail of steam rising up from her chest. Heart pounding erratically. She looked at her captor with pleading eyes. Biting onto the unbreakable gag in her jaws strong enough to chip a tooth if it did not perfectly accommodate it in just such a way so she could get no leverage. She saw him whispering to Circut, affectionately nuzzling her cheek with his own while one fingertip played through her head tails. Releasing latter half from the straps keeping them tightly coiled together.

“Mmmph! Mrrrph! Frrrrrrm!” Cyanide gasped, the doctors hypothesis unfortunately proving to be false. With her ‘condition’ more suitable to a theoretical physicist than a psychologist. As her fear struck mind read these words she understood that this perception would indeed be a part of her until the end of her days. Of course, a doctor of the mind might diagnose her with schizophrenia, mania, or even PTSD. Yet who knew if the doctors motives went ‘above and beyond the call of duty’ in more ways than one.

However his introductory session of therapy did certainly reveal another aspect about her personality to, namely that this fussy sub liked bondage way too much. In his book, enough to warrant being admitted in the first place.  All of this flowed like a stream into his augmented mind via a direct uplink to her headset. To prevent information overload, this process was far less information filled than the documentation on the computer. Yet for an expert such as himself was still as easy to read as an open book.

Another series of jolts sent her leaning face down. “Mmmmmmn~” She replied with lazy eyes, arms ceasing their fruitless struggles to give herself an erotic hug. Glad for her mask as any observer might otherwise be able to see her smile. Right now, nothing she did. Meta knowledge or not. Could deter him from doing as he pleased with her and she was thrilled. Suddenly, she felt a pop near the end of her outfit. And felt completely exposed. The mouse looked back with a curious yet whimsical expression. The ghost of fright still in her eyes as she played her role well.

“Fascinating, resilient to measures of therapy. Perfect, now. What is your weakness girl. Everyone has something they cannot withstand.” The doctor said, which sounded almost paradoxical to her. Adjusting his glasses, Circut was nowhere to be seen. And then. “Aaaaaaah!-” She attempted to inhale sharply which was quickly modulated by her respirator. An elemental, using nearly six inches of her foot long head tails. Was snuggled up to her thigh and exploring her sex as if looking for gold. (A virgin elemental? Who’s ever heard of that!)

Yet this sentiment did nothing to dull the young elementals enthusiasm however and Cyanide was left weak, heavily distracted with the buzz at her chest evening out to a continuous stream  that made her stretch to the limits of her suit. She could not even think of hiding her thoughts, of not drawing that one particular phobia right to the forefront of her mind when asked. “Ooooh, hydrophobia. Quite common among spacers.” He spoke to himself, such was consistent with the file he had on her background.

She felt a snug leather strap go along her hip, tying Circut nice and close where she could be used as a toy. Each tentacle as hot as cookies fresh out of the oven. Pushing her most sensitive region to its limit. “I know what you’re thinking, but the formatting of this room is very susceptible to change.” Before her eyes the white paneled walls of the room began to shift like a puzzle box, unveiling an elaborate mechanism filled with countless horrors and tools. If she were not insane, half of the items here could make her that way. Containers of spiders to scuttle along her body, hot brands of iron, VR headsets to dellude her into another world virtually indefinitely. Yet most unfortunately in her case…

The floor slid open, revealing a small aquarium like area. A black cord hooked onto the strap around her ankles. Dragging her along the room via it’s anchor in the center retracting it while Cassius walking with a disciplined pace beside her. Cyanide would have done anything to get out of this situation, yet there was nothing within her power. She could not beg, nor break free, nor defy her fate in any manner imaginable. “Mrrrrrrm! N-nmmmm!” She pleaded with watery eyes, her peril absolute.

“Man, you weren’t kidding about liking those straitjackets huh?” She heard the voice of Clover through her ear buds. Looking around in alarm. She jumped, avoiding a flop of her face into the water as her long braid of hair instead got soaked. Dripping as she whined, not even wanting a drop to get on her body. (How are you here! Oh my god save me!) She pleaded without a single syllable being audible to the Leshy who’d somehow managed to get into the observation room beyond the totally white glass along the length of her room.

“Oh you can hear me! Nifty, yeah I’ve been watching you with your mate for a little while. I can’t believe you never told me you got to recharge your fun bags! Is there anything you do that doesn't involve electricity?” He asked in a fascinated tone of voice. Cyanide raved like a maniac as she was sunk into the tank like a fast forwarded James Bond. No matter how far she swung with all her strength she was unable to even reach the edge. Bubbles soon flowed up in her wake as she most unwisely expended extra oxygen in her panic to get loose. Thankfully her respirator did not instantly fill her with water. Having some type of safety cutoff for her sake. As she was left cold and whet, the elemental was far less ignorable. The only pleasant, now hot sensation.

Her wings made out of plasma made the water bubble around her groin as Clover went on. “Huh, I might come in there for a drink too later. I’ve heard of straws before, but this seems you know. Non-Traditional.” He said with no knowledge of her mistreatment to speak of. Cassius gazed down from the edge of the pool with a detached affection for his patients. It brought him a certain satisfaction to see them put into agony before his eyes. Waiting, waiting, waiting for the fight to go out of her. He had no fear of her drowning of course, the PERV’s in her body could easily spare her from that. Indeed, he just wanted her to suffer as much as possible without going numb to the taste. This was but the first day of a long, long time together after all. And he had to start strong.

Cyanide was pulled out soaking wet, relishing the puff of air that followed as her coughs brought out droplets of water from her nose. The next shock trumpeted throughout her entire body. Causing her to scream in agony as it was conducted across her soaking form. Dizzy sounds of pleasure following as waves of cum would roll down her hips on behalf of Circuts efforts. “Yeah reverse cannonball!- Oh, you don’t look so good.” Clover said with applause interrupted by concern for his good friend.

Before Cyan could fully recover she was dropped in again with a splash. Barely giving her time to hold her breath. This time the shocks did not wait for her to resurface. A dark shape appearing beneath the tank in her image. Suddenly, a blue Leshy hurled itself through the glass. Confused but certain of his actions. Weather she enjoyed it or not Clover was possesed by a deep concern. Instantly seeing not only a friend but the ghost of a loved one in danger. Without knowlege. “P-pull her out! That’s enough!” Clover said, fingers curled into fists with his thumbs inexpertly held in the middle.

Cassius switched from ‘psychiatrist’ mode to deputy mode with extreme prejudice. His voice dropping to a low monotone that filled the room to shaking with clear syllables that demanded respect and heeded the word of law passed down from a sacred entity. It was beyond gender, it was beyond life. The purest truth of the universe unveiling. “Unidentified Leshy, you are now a prisoner of CORE ship of the line SS Order. You are found guilty under the crime of trespassing, and unbranding. You will be appraised and interned.” It said, malice making the small vessel inhabiting the voice seem to tower over everyone in the room.

“Oh harem forgive me!” Clover begged, but not out of mercy. In a flash he sent out a vine to try and curl around the small predator. Which was instantly caught with a reaction seeming to be one of outright ease for the spider. Holding out two of his auxiliary hands thousands of tiny machines would pour out of the woodwork. Shooting into place as if magnetized while he assembled some kind of oversized, vacuum like weapon. Yet, in the blink of an eye. The leshy hefted the Deputy off his feet quickly. The vine tightening enormously under the weight of the body it was only narrowly able to nudge as it pushed the limits of his frame. Almost feeling like his liquid filled spine would snap Clover hurled the figure into the pool at the same time his second vine yanked Cyanide to freedom. Also yet hurling the battery wired to her chest (with great displeasure from his rescuee) into the pool. Freeing her nips from the clamps.

Buying them only momentary reprieve, Clover saw far more violent streaks of lightning shoot through the pool. Conducting through the body of Cyan’s captor until it reached a dense anti-conductive subdermal layer of the full body armor integrated into his body. Designed for just such a purpose. One of his vines almost snapped, Clover immediately started trying to free his ally. Fighting the urge to run away as he tugged with his considerably weaker body on what felt like an unbreakable strap of artificially created leather.

Though thoroughly abused and beaten, Cyanide had a look of Mania in her eyes that could only come from flying off the edge of her seat. The one possible means of escape she’d ever receive currely trying to tug her gag out with one strawberry like foot placed over her eye. (You know what to do! Before there’s no time, look at me. I’m sorry I was scared the last time, all those times. We can get out together!) She could think of nothing that could possibly motivate him, except perhaps the fear of the now puppeteered deputy rising out to turn him into mulch.

But it wasn't fear that had moved the leshy this far, no. Once he realized how alone, mistreated, and misunderstood she had to have been. For just a moment he saw a pink skinned, flowery Leshy in her. Indeed, the instant he saw his mate in Cyanide there was no question about it. He sprung into action with a trust born under the circumstances. Regardless of the cost he would have done so a thousand more times. Even to save her the ends don't justify the means. “If my friend, or even one girl has to suffer so I can save mine? Well, then how could that be worth it?” He asks the mummified mouse still trapped beneath his paws. Their eyes met, and taken totally off guard. For a moment, Cyanide had her greatest companion fully in her corner. Vines raised behind his back in an act of embrace.

When Cassius leaped from the bottom of the tank, seeing red with arms bared ready for war. He saw Cyanide rising up with the remains of her straitjacket being torn apart around her. Clover having melded to Cyanide’s back. Becoming greater than the sum of their parts. A flowery cord covered her modesty. Yet Circut remained strapped to her leg. No longer invading her but feeding a steady stream of power into the leshy to make it all possible. Her hypnotizing ear plugs having been torn asunder.

Cyanide spit out the astoundingly hard plug that had been lodged in her mouth for several hours like a slug right into the face of the doctor. Who ducked as it smashed into a tickleing machine behind him. “You really are insane if you think I’ll let you go so easy.” Cassius himself said, his natural voice sounding in many a way more intimidating than the soothing controlled voice he delivered through the earpiece. Cyanide lowered herself down like an athlete. Analyzing the situation.

She was up against a fully augmented deputy of core, who’s multiple arms likely meant he could wield a number of their dangerous micro-weapons at once. One direct hit and even with the Clover’s leshy regeneration she would be disabled long enough for him to come and finish the job. Then again, one lucky or precise shot to Clover himself would also be enough to shut down her chances of success. On the plus side, leshy at her back. The gap normally created by the doctors cybernetics would be bridged. She’d be just as fast and strong as him. Yet without any heavy weapons of her own his durability would far surpass hers.

She had grown more familiar with core technology in her short time among one of their facilities, and knew how his assault would be powered. In a top notch ship such as the one they were on, elementals would be kept in an extremely secure room. The power streaming through a system to be able to fuel him as long as he remained in the building. She had no doubt somewhere not far from here a team of bound elements were being pounded for all the energy they could offer. She had her own leshy of course, but she needed it to be able to maintain her connection to Clover. Even causing her stability to bottom out at zero the deputies mechanical systems would be shielded from the power surge. Unless if the same thing happened to a leshy already connected to his system.

First things first, she had to get out of this torture chamber. Each of its implements could be used on her akin to a weapon, yet if she fled to far then she might run into more backup. Reducing her chances to almost zero. She shot out four vines directly from clover, manipulating them with ease using her highly tuned mind. Flinging herself up above the spider. A high pitched, industrial whistling filled the air as within seconds a hammer twice the size of the spider formed into four of his hands like Mjolnir.

With an overhand ark, Cyanide narrowly missed being instantly taken out of the fight. A worthy risk as the captor instantly knocked a hole through the floor without care. Whatever was beneath them clearly was not a patient's cell. Her right leg and left leg at the ankle were instantly detached, painlessly given her current existence as a half organic half plant hybrid. She took the hum of a rocket at the rear of his massive hammer as her cue to leave. Practically flying into the hole which lead to a far, far larger area than she had anticipated. Almost like a factory with thousands of cages filled to burst with women. The rubble from the ceiling having crushed several cages filled with immobilized bird ladies poised almost like hens. The women would be fine of course- In time.

“You’re crazy!” She retorted to the scientist, hanging out the newly created hole like a four legged spider with six meter long legs. Now having more time to maneuver. The second Cassius entered the room she through was seemed to be a curveball of a punch directly into his kidney area. Smashing off a spine constructed for a tank. “This is the first time you have ever been in a fight little privileged girl. When I snap your body it’ll snap your head just as bad. But don’t worry, you’ll be put back together just how I like.” Though she was out of the range of the hammer, which had a much longer reach. She was not out of range of the counter punch which instantly smooshed her muzzle into her face so hard she looked closer to a human than a green mouse folk. She was sent flying back, landing with a roll along a shelf before scuttling at moderate speed with great agility along the shelf tops.

One after another Cyanide began hurling cages using her newly sprouted vines at the doctor. The first one was bat back at her like some sort of projectile, she was terrified at the accuracy his computer enhanced mind was able to deliver with a cage made lopsided thanks to the bunny folk crammed inside. “Grrrgl!” She heard from the makeshift projectile far bigger than her entire body. “Process this burocrat!” Cyanide leapt to the side, vines melding together around her hips like a pulley. With a quick rotation she picked up an entire shelf full of prisoners. Gasping with the amazing exertion it places on her body as the whole things soared, screaming, and helpless towards him.

“SKKKKKRT!” She heard a heavy metalic sound like an engine roaring to life. Still armed with the hammer, yet with one stray hand now chained to an enormous boulder of solid steel roaring at thirty miles an hour and gaining speed. He hugely outpaced her in the distance, barely able to move after the great strain she’d just put herself under. Cyanide panted as if performing anaerobic exercise. Her foot regrown but one leg still half formed. Cassius leveled the cannon on his shoulder like a cannon. Lifted up off the ground with great stability. As quick as a machine gun explosive rounds shaped like dragons teeth cut through the air with a tracer fire behind it. Perfectly aimed to cut off three of her exposed vines. “Crap!” The mouse responded, being sent flopping onto a catalk.

Pulling herself up, with a mix of hopping and flinging herself forward with her remaining vine. She grumbled to herself. “Where’s the, you know. Emergency release!” She asked, unable to find a single console in the entire automated room filled with captives. Such designs were totally forbidden from use by core engineers. Who heavily valued security over the base safety of their nerely immortal prisoners. (Well it was a trope of a plan anyways)

Cassius hunted for the best possible route to cut off the escape of his prey. Microbots already surging to repair the extensive damage he’d done to the ship. As Cyanide crossed over a arch into the next room. He had to debate the optimal method for breaking in. Not wanting to risk a hull puncture if he knocked himself out into the vacuum of space on accident. Which would be inconvenient. “Cassius! What in the hell are you doing here? Starwalkers themselves could hear you now!” He heard yelled up from one of his co workers who’d came running to investigate. A superior as a matter of fact, by the rank of sheriff. They could work together to make short work of his valuable prisoner through a manhunt.

“Ha! There is no permanent damage to consider here, a leshy broke in and made off with my new, precious patient. I’ve got this one Revel. I’ll send you the plant bow tied before there’s the slightest risk of a prison break. Already they can’t get far now.” He explained. Finished with his calculations he lifted up the cannonball. Swinging it through the air in a gigantic ark to knock a hole in the dividing wall to the next half of the facility. “There will be permanent damage to you if- Hey, can’t you even see that. Cassius! Disconnect from-”

But he was already gone. “Whatever, it’s not like you’ll use that much power apprehending two prisoners.” She spat venously. In the next room, Cyanide had released nearly a dozen prisoners. Having found a crowbar like tool used to remove the bindings of high security slaves via releasing a lock situated in the back of their containment suits. Though mobile, her mob was not exactly useful. And her tool something she only had one of. As she heard Cassius enter after her, she passed it onto a newly freed frog. Cracking her knuckles just as her nose popped back out into place.
“So quickly are you proving to be a thorn in my side, do you have any idea what you are even trying to do? We keep no space worthy vessels aboard you can simply hijack. Escape is impossible.” He asked, causing the sturdily built shelves to whine in protest as he carried the wrecking ball like a balloon on his back and held the hammer to the side. Cyanide bit back her funny comments, retorting. “Just my way of showing affection doctor, I’m terribly anxious to be alone. Have you met my friends?” Out of nowhere a curvy woman made of glass and an elephant like arch-criminal charged him in ambush from the shadow of a cage.

With a hefty, rocket powered swing he sent them flying with one colossal smack into the far wall of the factory. “They are very amusing, as a matter of fact many of them will be undergoing treatment like you Cyanide. Whores like you belong in suits like this.” As he aimed his hammer once again like a team of tiny furred creatures would team up to topple their now empty cage onto the small guard. Highly tuned senses responding with musical vigor. He suddenly aimed up. Blasting the steel to smithereens and causing it to rain sharp pieces of metal. In the blink of an eye he’d unloaded thirty shots into it. A third of his clip. “I could to this all day!’

Cyanide edged closer, fists raised with three vines still steaming. Their growth almost totally stopped without the nutrients to continue her regeneration. A wave of six terrified prisoners assembled around her. She ducked behind the bars of a much large cell, the rest not being as lucky. A cannon ball blazing down to cast them to the side like bowling pins. There was a distinct, odd lag to his attack however. “What the hell?” Cassius asked himself, the melee not soon ending as a vulture descended upon him. Talons ripped from her suit she tried to seize him by the collar but instantly felt him too heavy. Coming closer to tripping him more than anything else. “Quit it, stop it you slut!” he demanded, attempting to throw out a blow to dismiss her but unable to find the proper angle. In the several seconds they struggled, all the girls he’d brutalized were replaced by a fresh wave of crooks seeking freedom.

The same, high pitched tone filled the air as two more weapons were assembled into his hands. A full arsonal. Complete with a chute along his back like that of a wood chipper. A spear made out of drills jutted out. Pinning the vulture to the bars of a cage and crushing the fight out of her. He began to unload into the crowd around him with extreme prejudice. Having no care how much damage he did to prisoners still captive or not. And he was extremely successful. Taking out nearly three dozen in the blink of an eye. Bombs rained down from the ceiling and sprouted from the earth, the tiniest girls like Cyanide were sucked up and thrown out the other side clung immobile in new bindings. A fireworks show of explosions and punishment flowed constantly from his rifle until, suddenly. There was nothing left.

A clicking sound came from his gun as there seemed to be no ammunition remaining. Impossible given the nature that the cannon had of constantly forming new teeth as they were fired. Yet he was really alarmed when the cannon ball began to fall apart from chain to body. Soon followed by all his other weapons losing shape and size. Microbots falling off to the side as if beetles falling dead from the nest. Out of power. “That’s impossible! We’ve got a grid of a hundred elementals on this vessel.” Cyanide, now unafraid, Revealed herself onto the now smoking landscape separating her from the Doctor. “All those eyes and not one can peek behind you is it? The one that matters has been right under your nose.”

Turning his head, and looking down. Cassius was dismayed, and nearly blinded by a white hot elemental burning out of the heat resistant materials of her straitjacket. It had happened the moment Cyanide landed her first blow. A risky move to attach him to her as a power source rather than the matrix he was already plugged into. With no sexual stimulation. This entire time he’d been decreasing her stability. All the while leaving himself vulnerable to what would doubt be one of the most vicious surges of Circut’s life. “Bravo.”

All of his weapons fell apart to pieces, not responding as the direct interface built into his head was shorted out in a flash of light. The elemental of course escaped in a blur of movement. Quickly followed by Cyanide who abandoned the doctor to give whatever remained of the more combative females a fighting chance. Already she saw more gimped babes assembling to take him on in what seemed like a more hopeful endeavor. Hand to hand he was still far stronger than each of them, but combined he had so much to worry about. The last Cyanide saw of Cassius. He was simultaneously battering three bitches while a enormous cock gag was being forced passed his mandibles. Glasses broken, fury unleashed. She removed an exhausted Clover from her back. “Now, let’s find that girl. And get out of here.”
 

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