Chapter 1: Prelude
Task Probe 69937 to the Uncharted System, general Survey
6-129, six months without relief or any form of intimate human interaction. Even a spacebound whore would get my rocks off right about now, I chuckled to myself. The job, while fulfilling, lacked the one aspect every human man desired—carnal companionship.
Aleria flicked her short, spiky red hair out of her eyes, scanning the holographic star chart flickering before her on the Surveyor's holoscreen.
"Alert me for anomalies and other alerts." Aleria fummed back to the Galley for some Ramen noodles.
As she took in a spoonful, a sudden thought struck her.
"Hey Mercy, your holoship's database is known for its collection of holo-adventure games—anything worth giving a whirl to pass the time?" She asked as she slurped her noodles.
The holoscreen flickered, revealing Mercy—an tall, imposing, AI hologram with a monocle and top hat.
Its polished, deep voice boomed, "I have an interesting selection for your perusal, Miss Aleria. However, there's one I believe you may find especially enticing. 'Mercy of the Adjudicator,' has all the elements in a perfect adventure. It involves being a Captive of an the Dreaksa Inquisition. Rating XXX
Warning: this has Dungeon elements, and Safeguards are in place.
Death Safeguards in place
Stops at Subjects Pass out
No pregnancy
No Permanent damage on Subject
Aleria raised an eyebrow.
"XXX-rated, huh? Sold. You bet I'll give this a whirl."
This game was just the ticket to keep her senses sharp as well as pass the time in this vast, cold emptiness. Her heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and dread.
She dropped the empty ramen bowl on the Recycler Slot, letting the ship's AI do its thing. Instead, she took her seat once again, placing her hands on the familiar sleek resting pedestals on the console.
Please Stand by...
Aleria gripped the armrests of the console, eyes fixed upon the blank screen before her, anticipation pulsing through her veins like warm liquid. The ship hummed softly, the steady rhythm of its steady march through the void, seemingly the only constant in her world.
And then it began.
The holoscreen flickered to life, revealing a richly textured, tactile landscape—a vast, crushing dungeon, hewn from the ancient heart of a dying planet. The air thick with alien dust, mists swirling eerily around her.
She feels a rough set of heavy black iron manacles. With her feet in a rough wooden stocks. A heavy iron Collar is around her neck. A very rough Sack smelling like Terean Onions, barely covers her Vagina.
Amber lighting flickered here and there, casting dancing shadows against the stone walls, engulfing the long-forgotten passages. Aleria examined her surroundings, a thunderous suspended structure looming menacingly above, illuminated by pulsating red light.
"So this is Mercy of the Adjudicator," Aleria murmured to herself. She heard footsteps echoing through the chamber, her heart quickening. "Let's see what you're made of, AI. Do not disappoint."
Suddenly, a figure appeared before her.
A tall Draksa warrior, clad in menacing red armor, eyes glowing with a fierce intensity as if burning with an inner fire. His footsteps resounded like the relentless rhythm of inevitable dread. He grabbed the back of her neck, raising a handheld device, inspecting her details. His free hand cupped her breast and he smiled showing wicked fangs. Aleria gritted her teeth.
"Excellent, another specimen of human curiosity. The Dreaksa Inquisition shall make remarkable use out of this one.
She is roughly freed from the stocks and is carried out by her manacles.