Sci-Fi RP Negotiating the Way of Space Elven Connections

"You chose your fate the second you attacked my ship. You made yourself a Se." He said as he slapped her struggling hands aside. "But if you will not serve the Envoy, I know several males on this ship that would love for you to show your deepest apologies for your foolish behavior. Could be over a hundred of them...I wonder how many would be so kind to protect you?" He said smirking at her. "They wouldn't kill you either...you'd only be thrown from one to the next."
 
She continued to struggle and fight, clearly refusing to accept her new lot in life "I'll fucking kill them, then I'll kill you!" She snarled, even as her hands continued to try and find the strength to push him off, Miria watching from the side at the scene "Mawa, if she won't obey, why don't you whip her?" She asked, clearly forgetting the weakness of the Suitbound form. A decent whipping could easily kill such a weakling...
 
"I can't whip such a weak creature." He said while his pet rebelled, squabbling and struggling. "Watch." He said as he leaned back, swatting her oh so brazenly in the ribbed with an open hand. Miria could tell he was holding back some, definitely not as hard as he'd slap her around. But the crack that was muffled underneath Void flesh. Her body's rattling and straining to absorb it all. "If I use a whip, this pathetic thing will die."
 
"Hm true. The crew would shatter her body into a unusable mess. If she lived. Would would have to reconstruct her with multiple surgeries." He said as she tried to recover from the blow. Mala hummed. "You are weaker than a male, perhaps you could beat her." He said thoughtfully
 
"But... I am Se, Mawa. It is not Se's role to beat another... That would be damaging our Mawa's property." Miria replied, even as Void started to cry at the pain of her newly fractured ribs, her hands clutching at where Mala had struck her "And... won't you break her when you use her? Maybe she needs... modifying, to at least make her usable for you, Mawa"
 
"Perhaps a bit of work is needed. It is a pretty color, but durability og cracklers is even weaker than a regular Terran he agreed while petting Miria. . "Oh my Miria, yiu are Se, but this is a Terran Se. They are the dirt under the Aelfen servants feet." He reminded. Ofcourse with his permission she could do it. "I did use her pretty softly as well." He added patted her belly. Giving Void a chilling realization that her rape wasn't even half as bad as he could have made it.
 
Miria tilted her head before slowly shaking it as she studied the weak form of Void "I can't Mawa. You've already damaged it, and I'm worried that if I strike it again I'll make that damage worse..." But then she licked her lips slowly "What if I just have a nibble?" She asked, lifting her own mask to show her fangs "I won't take much, honest..."
 
Mala hummed as his Se suckled his thumb , but looked to Void, her blood weeping from her wounds. "I suppose if this crackler simply can' help up resist, we'll have to ration her out. Inch by inch." He said as he let the idea linger. She knew the sick monsters could prolong every second. Their technology so advanced that they could use her cells to just regrow whatever they removed. An infinite hell of being a delicate amusement or after party dessert.
 
Mala'konzo smirked at her as she cried out her response in desperation. Being obedient always beat being tortured to near death over and over. Consumed alive. "I accept you as my Se. You will be given some gifts in time, to survive you masters true strength...to a limit." He said smirking. Ofcourse we wouldn't make her capable of enduring much more than an Aelfen on the ship...not until she was properly mind broken and loyal to her new Mawa's desires.
 

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