Thread: Crashed on Slythxx {darkest_fate&Zacki}

Beta watched as Kelli seemed interested in hearing how the Slyth went through their reproductive cycles - which was a good thing, since Beta really enjoyed having an attentive listener. As she responded to tell him that the hair was cut, Beta nodded to himself, taking note. As she began to note her assumptions, the Beta paid keen attention. Ah, yes, the recordings said that similar beings to us Slyph, called 'Dinosaurs' and 'Reptiles', lived on the same world, and laid eggs. I suppose your comment about eggs would make sense based on that. As for the young Slyths, they are scaled and clawed, but their claws couldn't scratch anything, and they are moist enough that they wouldn't even be damaging to the inside of the womb. The Beta replied, before adding, unknowingly to match Kelli's fears, Now, if the Holsta implanted their children in you, it might be another story. They chew their way out of their parent. Mercifully, the Parent usually dies from internal bleeding before they get too far, but it's still a death we'd like to avoid. With that, the Beta continued to examine Kelli's reactions, before he looked at her body. Well, since you are an intelligent one among your group, please explain why you wear these artificial skins so much. I find it hard to understand myself. He commented, tracing his hand over the suit, his hand rubbing against Kelli's crotch area, before moving up her abdomen. Are you just that ill suited for your own environments that these artificial skins are needed? Or is there some badge of station that these suits serve? He asked, scratching his head. I wear mine because of the useful of having so many pockets but yours don't have any pockets at all. Alpha, meanwhile, watched Amelia quietly, getting inwardly displeased by her lack of involvement in cleaning his finger off. I see, so you're going to be stubborn. In that case, perhaps proper motivation is in order. He stated, moving to sort of wipe his finger off against her tongue, before removing it from her mouth. Beta, if you want to compare the two side by side, get to work. Otherwise, I'm going to relocate her. He commented, giving his brother a glance. Beta, at that moment, glanced up, looking at Amelia and then back at Kelli. Well, I would say we should, but I'd like to talk to this one a bit longer. Perhaps later? He asked, watching as the Alpha nodded, and Beta returned his attentions to Kelli, waiting for her answer and listening attentively. Very well. Later. By the way, the humans require a good deal of water. And I gave about half of yours to this one. Alpha commented, and Beta spun it's head around, giving Alpha a look, before nodding his head, returning to his work. Alpha then turned to the two Slyth that were there, and gave an order, You two, take this Table and this KAP-TAN to my personal quarters. With that, the pair slumped their bodies in a show of obedience, before moving to take the Table Amelia was strapped on, moving to carry it off and away with Amelia still strapped to it. Alpha followed after a moment, politely walking on both legs as he stepped through the passages. The Slyth carried the table through the pipes, reaching a large entrance-chamber after a few minutes of walking. As they opened the chamber, they carried Amelia into a large chamber, which was cylindrical in shape, with a large square object, which looked like a futon in the center of the room, seemingly made out of a synthetic material. The pair placed Amelia's table down against the far right wall, where she was left bound and restrained while the Alpha entered the room, motioning with a hand, Leave us. He ordered, and the pair bowed their heads and upper bodies, before taking their leave. The Alpha waited for them to leave the room, before his gaze turned back to Amelia. I know as a commanding officer, you are perfectly clear on the meaning of orders and how to obey them, if you so choose. Alpha commented dryly, looking at Amelia, before commenting, So there is little point in getting into that aspect. I gave a command, you willfully decided to ignore it. Therefore, you will be punished. With that, the Alpha opened one of his shelves, pulling out long, black metallic strands, which hung in his hands like strands of string, and placed his staff into the drawer, closing it behind him. This is synth-metal. It is keyed to my mind via a neurological device implanted in my brain. As you might guess, it has multiple uses. Alpha began to explain, and as he held them, the strands began to assemble into a staff, much like his previous staff, only longer and wider. The only downside to this synth-metal is that it is only so fast - and unless it's already on a person's body, it doesn't move fast enough to stop them in battle. With that, Alpha stared back at Amelia, before adding, However, it can make most kinds of weapons given the craftsman wielding it, and it can make the most painful devices. With that, Alpha approached Amelia, wielding the staff, and he moved to tap the table with it, which released it's hold on Amelia's chained arms. Alpha moved to grip hold of Amelia's chained arms, holding a tight grip, pulling her arms away from the table, intending to force her to bend at the waist, only releasing her legs when he was done with that. Once she was held, Alpha watched her for an opportune kick warily, tapping the chains with the black rod, which caused the metal to stick to the chains. If Amelia didn't stop him, his intended action was to lift the rod to the roof, which thinned out as a link of chains would form to the roof, where they would form an anchor. That is, if he was given the chance. Surrok seemed to be able to tell that it was humiliating for Pat to walk along on all fours, and took some level of pleasure watching her awkwardly crawl along. Her face as they entered Theta's pens, Surrok watched as Theta gave the woman a title, and could tell that Whitie was meant to be an insult. And glancing back at Theta's face, which was drawn back into a very, very sadistic grin, she was definitely drawing metaphorical blood. I won't want her broken, Theta, I want her given some motivational tools, that's all. He stated, warning Theta not to lose his temper, wondering if it was a good idea to leave him alone with the woman. Theta glanced back at Surrok, before he replied, But of course. I know plenty about motivational tools. And I see the stereotypical stupid blonde is in effect. She thinks we actually have breeding Slyths here or something. With that, Surrok gave Theta a curious look, and Theta answered the unanswered question. If you hadn't already heard, humans breed within their own species - the males dominate and control the mouthy females like this one. Theta then turned to look at Pat. Of course, they call the ones with this golden hair 'airheads' for a reason. Still, I won't break her - Just introduce her to the concept of humiliation. Strip off those ridiculus clothes - those things that cover her body, and put her on the Cross here. We'll start with a very simple set of controls, and work our way up if those don't work. Theta stated, and the Slyth wasted no time setting on Patricia, proceeding to prepare her just the way it was requested, the Slyth obvious still taking the time to surround her and force her down like a rabid animal before moving to strip her of her dignity...