FYS: Quisling and Khan, Trust Games
Dec. 29th, 2013 03:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jeriendhalHi, I'm not dead, just run the heck down from the holidays.
Anyway, have some robot furry smut for Festivus.
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It was getting a bit close in the sarcophagus.
She tried to tap her fingers against her thigh to keep some sense of time, but the mummy wrappings impeded even that much movement. She'd been in here.... a half-hour? Fifteen minutes? Eternity?
Air was definitely getting a bit close. Warm. She didn't feel sweaty. She was 90% certain the neck to toe bandages she was wrapped snugly in were made of wicking fabric anyway, which was a typical Groupmind/Khan thoughtful touch. And there were several “authentic” scarabs placed in a traditional manner in the wrapping, which she'd bet had a hospital's worth of medical electronics monitoring her condition. The Great and Powerful Khan would not have dared to leave her in this condition without keeping an eye on her health.
Still, it was getting rather warm.
Famous last words: “What air holes?” How much air was in a coffin anyway?
Right, don't think about. Think about the really fantastic sex she was going to have once she was pulled out of this. Like, soon.
This was hilarious really. She could feel that the lid of the sarcophagus was barely five centimeters from her nose, but she wasn't at all claustrophobic. An MRI scan could send her screaming, but get mummified by a morph with carnal intent and all she did was get... er.... warm.
She tried bending her knees, bumping up against the lid. Not enough room for isometric exercises, definitely. But that was a long term concern.
Was this what it had been like when she'd been placed in nanostasis? No, that hadn't felt like anything. Just a brief prick of a needle as a medical morph had snuck into her apartment in the Rest and Recreation city, and then darkness, until she had awakened fifteen hundred years later in her new home on the Ring. She imagined a horrible accident, the nanostasis freezing the body but not the mind, leaving the victim in eternal darkness, going mad from the isolation.
Open the fucking lid, she thought fiercely.
If she safeworded, could Khan hear her? Did she still have a safeword, after she'd given herself to him? She couldn't remember now. Damn it, lack of consent discussions had been one of her pet peeves about kinklit once upon a time, now look at her.
It had to have been an hour already, hadn't it? The sarcophagus couldn't have that much oxygen naturally, there had be an air filtration system hidden somewhere. But if so where was the breeze?
She felt the sarcophagus shift, rising up it felt like, then moved forward smoothly. Finally. Act Two was about to start. She expected it was going to be epic. Probably a whole temple scene with hunky dancing bois, along with chanting and incense as she was lifted out by Khan to have delicious Things done to her. Yay for fertility rites.
The forward movement stopped, the sarcophagus lowering again. I can haz out nao?
It keep moving downward, further than when it had been picked up, then it stopped with a thump. Okaaaaay...
There was a much louder thump above her head, outside the sarcophagus, as if something large and heavy was being dropped in place. Like a stone lid.
She flexed her fingers in her wrappings and tried to remember her safeword.
Anyway, have some robot furry smut for Festivus.
* * *
It was getting a bit close in the sarcophagus.
She tried to tap her fingers against her thigh to keep some sense of time, but the mummy wrappings impeded even that much movement. She'd been in here.... a half-hour? Fifteen minutes? Eternity?
Air was definitely getting a bit close. Warm. She didn't feel sweaty. She was 90% certain the neck to toe bandages she was wrapped snugly in were made of wicking fabric anyway, which was a typical Groupmind/Khan thoughtful touch. And there were several “authentic” scarabs placed in a traditional manner in the wrapping, which she'd bet had a hospital's worth of medical electronics monitoring her condition. The Great and Powerful Khan would not have dared to leave her in this condition without keeping an eye on her health.
Still, it was getting rather warm.
Famous last words: “What air holes?” How much air was in a coffin anyway?
Right, don't think about. Think about the really fantastic sex she was going to have once she was pulled out of this. Like, soon.
This was hilarious really. She could feel that the lid of the sarcophagus was barely five centimeters from her nose, but she wasn't at all claustrophobic. An MRI scan could send her screaming, but get mummified by a morph with carnal intent and all she did was get... er.... warm.
She tried bending her knees, bumping up against the lid. Not enough room for isometric exercises, definitely. But that was a long term concern.
Was this what it had been like when she'd been placed in nanostasis? No, that hadn't felt like anything. Just a brief prick of a needle as a medical morph had snuck into her apartment in the Rest and Recreation city, and then darkness, until she had awakened fifteen hundred years later in her new home on the Ring. She imagined a horrible accident, the nanostasis freezing the body but not the mind, leaving the victim in eternal darkness, going mad from the isolation.
Open the fucking lid, she thought fiercely.
If she safeworded, could Khan hear her? Did she still have a safeword, after she'd given herself to him? She couldn't remember now. Damn it, lack of consent discussions had been one of her pet peeves about kinklit once upon a time, now look at her.
It had to have been an hour already, hadn't it? The sarcophagus couldn't have that much oxygen naturally, there had be an air filtration system hidden somewhere. But if so where was the breeze?
She felt the sarcophagus shift, rising up it felt like, then moved forward smoothly. Finally. Act Two was about to start. She expected it was going to be epic. Probably a whole temple scene with hunky dancing bois, along with chanting and incense as she was lifted out by Khan to have delicious Things done to her. Yay for fertility rites.
The forward movement stopped, the sarcophagus lowering again. I can haz out nao?
It keep moving downward, further than when it had been picked up, then it stopped with a thump. Okaaaaay...
There was a much louder thump above her head, outside the sarcophagus, as if something large and heavy was being dropped in place. Like a stone lid.
She flexed her fingers in her wrappings and tried to remember her safeword.
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