Do Robots Dream of Electric Sheep?

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


"Ok, dear. We'll take it step by step. You need to recover from what happened on Atrisia and I'm too tired to dominate you properly tonight, so we'll start tomorrow. For tonight my only order for you is to...cuddle with your Mistress in my bed and to wear a force collar," as she spoke these words a change seemed to overcome Siobhan.


Doubt and hesitation seemed to vanish from her voice, which took on a more commanding tone. She might be injured and hurting, but her pose abruptly seemed to become more confident. Through their bond Mirien would be...picking up some rather interesting and raunchy images in Sio's mind. Mirien was a woman of great power, someone Siobhan deeply craved. "Will you obey my order, pet?" The last word was emphasised and spoken huskily.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien nodded slowly, "Right, of course. Will just need a little time on that." Then Sio got to the part about the Force collar. Her eyes widened at that. Always frightening to have her powers taken away.

Still she knew if she wanted Siobhan's trust back, she'd have to give a little first. This time she couldn't be in control or hold all the power. She'd given that up when she suggested all of this. She couldn't miss the images through their bond, impossible to miss. "Yes, Mistress." Spoken barely above a whisper. At least she somewhat felt better seeing those images, confirming that she was in fact wanted.

"I did bring some presents with me, but maybe I should wait until morning to get those out for you." She said softly as she started to work her way to her feet.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


"Good girl, I'll take good care of you." Oh, yes, Siobhan was definitely starting to enjoy this, as the smile on her face showed. She limped over to her room, beckoning Mirien to follow. Physically she might be strongly weakened but she managed to maintain poise and project confidence.


"You will present your tribute to me in the morning and lay it at my feet. The more bountiful it is, the more deserving you will be of receiving pleasure from my hand." Yep, she was starting to get into the role, though she was trying not to overdo it. She could see how much giving up her power was unnerving Mirien, so when they were in the room she suddenly turned and approached the brunette, nuzzling her neck. "I won't do anything to you that you don't want, dear. Promise," she said very softly. Anger seemed to have faded from her aura, replaced by warmth. Mirien might believe that she deserved to be hurt earlier when Siobhan unleashed her power on her, but the Countess felt remorse about the act and this would be felt through their bond.


Then she called upon the Force to open a...cabinet of toys. A force collar flew into her grasp and she handed it to Mirien. "Put it on," she commanded. She could obviously just slip across Mirien's neck since the woman had given her permission, but she wanted Mirien to do it. She craved the act of submission where the former Inquisitor voluntarily placed herself under her control.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien could feel the shift in Sio, away from her angry and warmth was starting to return. It seemed to be a step in the right direction, even if she did fear giving up control.

Slowly Mirien followed behind Siobhan into her room. "Of course, Mistress." The word did feel so strange to her. She was used to being the one called Mistress, not the other way around. The gifts were in her bag, in her own room anyway.

She managed a small nervous smile as Siobhan nuzzled her. "I trust you, I do." She said, though it sounded more at this point like she was trying to reassure herself. "Just ... giving up control ... It's not easy for me, but I want to ... For you."

Mirien's gaze shifted with Siobhan drawing the force collar to her. Once it was in her hands, she stared down at it. Anxiety welled up quickly within her. It took her a moment or two to settle herself. She bit nervously at her lip as she opened the collar. Never had she willingly put one of these on herself beforen now. One final sigh, and she snapped it around her neck. Instantly she felt the force sapped from her, a bit of dizziness followed. The brunette stepped quickly to the bed, to sit down for a moment, letting her body adjust to the lack of powers. "I'll be fine." She said quickly, rubbing at her forehead. The last thing she wanted was for Siobhan to get the wrong idea, and back out of this now before they had really begun. It was a show of faith, one she needed to make work.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


Siobhan was enjoying this. A lot. Mirien was a woman of power and now she would be hers. Completely. A strong craving had been aroused inside of Siobhan. But in the process her anger had for the most part faded away. Fact was, if she wanted to go through with this she could not allow herself to still feel anger against Mirien. The essence of the game was trust, but it had to go both ways. Mirien had to equally learn that she could trust her absolutely. This meant taking care of her needs and respecting her boundaries. Being a Mistress was about a lot more than just standing behind someone and giving them a whipping.


Mirien, I'm not angry anymore, this she telepathically broadcast to the woman as she took the collar. She gave Mirien a bright smile when she put the collar on and the Force was leeched from the woman. "Take your time. Then take your clothes off and lay with me. I desire your company and the warmth of your body against mine," she spoke commandingly and with a measure of haughtiness, though she deliberately emphasised the fact that yes she did want Mirien.


Here. With her. She ran a hand through Mirien's beautiful brown hair, petting her. "You are a most exquisite woman. A beauty. I will enjoy my time with you. And you will come to enjoy it as well. You will realise that there is joy and strength in submission to your mistress."

 

[Mirien Valdier]

It took Mirien a couple deep breaths before she finally managed to adjust to not feeling, not sensing beyond herself. It was a most strange feeling to her to be without. Fingers slowly traced along the collar, feeling of it, and the lock that kept it tightly closed around her.

She nodded slowly, letting Siobhan know she had heard her, but was still taking her time. "You sure you are not angry with me anymore?" Slowly she shed her clothing, first her shirt, revealing the numerous bruises, cuts and scrapes she'd received from her adventure on Atrisia. And her shoulder, bandaged with care. It was clear Mirien had hardly gotten off easy from her battles. And then there was the bruising against her ribs, that had come from being slammed against the wall. Broken, without a doubt but Mirien would live. Then her pants and finally she slipped her underwear off and slid under the covers.

A brief moment of hesitation came, before Mirien finally scooted against Siobhan. She couldn't help but smile a little at the compliment but she did doubt that she'd come to truly enjoy the experience. Right now, it was still a little shocking to her as she was trying to wrap her mind around letting go completely of her control. "I'm glad you think so, mistress." One last sigh and she laid her head against Siobhan's chest. "Does this please you?" She had to ask, for she wasn't sure.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


Was Siobhan still angry with Mirien? Truth be told, she was still hurt. Mirien had carelessly charged into Atrisia, endangering both herself and Firemane. They could not be certain whether someday this might not horrifically backfire on them, especially if Skaldi got involved somehow. Siobhan could not shake off the feeling that someday the droid would meddle once again. Then there was the fact that Mirien had gone behind her back and given dangerous toys to Naamah of all people. Instead of killing her after the deed was done.


But...Siobhan could not stay angry with her. Fact was, she did not want to. Perhaps this meant she was being weak or selfish. Maybe her lust or her feelings for the former Inquisitor were overriding her judgement, but at this point she did not care. After all, Tegaea had given her a second chance after Naboo. When in Siobhan's own opinion she had not deserved one. So...she wanted to forgive and move on. I won't cast you out, love. She felt pained when she finally got a look at Mirien's body and saw how much the battles on Atrisia had scarred and hurt her. What was left of her simply melted away at the sight. Of course, Mirien had brought this on herself, but this did not change how Siobhan felt. "Yes, I am. You're too precious for me to stay angry with you for long," she said softly in response.


As Mirien scooted against her and laid her head against her bountiful bust, Siobhan smiled. "Yes, very much. Sleep well, pet. Your servitude will begin tomorrow. I have such wonderful things to show you." She gently stroked Mirien's hair as she drifted off to sleep.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien nodded, at least feeling somewhat better about the situation now. She still wondered if going hadn't been one of her bigger mistakes. Though, she knew too well it wasn't something she could have let go of. Not when Madeline had done so much, and ruined so many lives. Hers included. "I just ... needed to be sure." For she did worry that Siobhan might take her anger out on her during her service to her, and she kept reminding herself just to trust her. That she could trust her. Siobhan after all was not the one who broke the trust in the first place. That was all on her.

"See you in the morning Mistress." She closed her eyes as Sio ran a hand through her hair. Sleep however, did not come easily to her. For her mind was trapped in every action of the day that led to this moment. And then there was her fears of sleeping. For no time was ever more dangerous for a spy, than the night hours when one tried to rest. Especially without the force, she couldn't help but feel more nervous about it. For a long while she found herself staring at the ceiling, just trying not to worry too much. Sio was here. She wasn't alone, just vulnerable. She had to trust that should something go wrong that Siobhan would care for her. Trust. After maybe an hour, or two Mirien finally drifted off to sleep.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


Behind her? A planet wreathed in flames, consumed by the fires of an apocalypse, a cataclysm that would leave no portion of the world untouched. Jar'kai was in chaos, the site of killing fields years in the making. This was not a coup, this was not regime change. It was not the prelude to a glorious restauration. It was simply the complete collapse of a state that had arisen on such a hopeful auspicious note and was now being undone. Once Atrisia had set itself the grand task of restoring the Old Empire. The singular and total failure of this quest was proved by the fact that it could not even order itself.


Scattered comms chatter indicated that there was even fighting taking place on the proud Rancor space station. Once, long ago, it had been the pride of the nascent Atrisian navy, an Imperial battleship from the old days that had seen service at Cato Neimoidia. It had stood when the Fringe came to invade the planet. Likewise when the Protectorate launched a counterattack after Atrisia's silly invasion of Fondor. Said counterattack had ended after the Protectorate decided to withdraw for no real reason without firing a shot. Across Atrisia the bodies were being piled up in the streets, alleys and ditches as the planet erupted like a volcano in an explosion of long-buried hatreds. Long had it festered and with Madeline removed from the game, there was no one keeping the lid on it.


Ahead of her lay the cold vacuum of space. More to the point, ahead of her lay freedom. A most unfamiliar, almost alien concept for Sumiko as she steered her stolen freighter, loaded with what goodies and toys she had been able to salvage during her abrupt escape. Something she had yet to wrap her mind around. Freedom.


Yet she knew with absolute certainty, as she punched in the coordinates into her navcomputer and prepared for the jump, that it would be her life now. On her own terms. No more unquestioning obedience and zeal, no more submission to someone else's cause. There was only one cause: Her own. And her freedom. As the hyperdrive sprung to life, her vessel accelerated so rapidly that she could the stars stretched out in parallel lines during the jump as her ship disappeared in a massive burst of speed. The blue tunnel of hyperspace swallowed it and she left Atrisia behind...forever.