Clipsey

A new story exploring the horror of captivity at the hands of the enemy. Can Ramiel retain their resolve in the face of an enemy that will do whatever it takes to break them?

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A pilot without a leash is like an angel without wings

I do seem to recall you describing having a mech delivered for you ahead of a giant Termanid hive as equal to "Like saying go have fun in the sandbox"

The best thing you can do for your favorite pilot is to give them an enriching experience. Consider using Helldivers and calling down mechs for them! Modify their wardrobe to be more fitting of their role! Provide external stimulus to the game!

An enriched pilot is a happy pilot!

I'm just following your decree, Princess. It is one of the highest honors placed upon me

We agree wholeheartedly! Discipline that the princess does not want is against the rules. Fortunately, from what I know of Princess, she wants ALL the discipline she can handle.

Rest assured that I will do my part to fulfil the Princesses wishes.

Gave me thoughts about tactical bondage gear

I don't like to speak badly of people. I have grown up thinking and being told that if you cannot say something nice about someone, you should not say anything at all. But I must break that rule in this case because I hate Hulk Hogan very much. He is a big ugly goon and I want to squash his face. -Andre the Giant

It's so funny watching them bark at each other like dogs in neighboring backyards, while we sit on our metaphorical porches and wave pleasantly to each other

My 6'1" sass when the taller girlies call me small*

*no I don't secretly enjoy it shut up shut up shut up

Sometimes it's okay to rough handle a princess, just to remind them how much weaker they are. It's actually princess enrichment to let them struggle and squirm helplessly as the reality of how helpless they are sinks in.

Being trapped at your desk should make it really easy to empathize with the princess. Horrible position to be in really

Love the fox brooch or emblem thingy

She hasn't won yet. I wouldn't get my hopes up

Sometimes uppity princesses need to be reminded just how helpless they are~

Sure, princess will have to fix her makeup and change her ruined clothes, but she'll be far more compliant!

I, for one, hope that the Princess remains just as uppity and rambunctious.

The fact that its an entirely futile gesture is not important.

Gonna make sure the chems are the pilots favorite flavor

Yes I've been re-reading The Princess Bride recently, how could you tell?

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As she sat there, alone in introspection, a fire deep inside her grew. It desired something she was ashamed of. She needed to be hunted again, she needed to lose once more. Most importantly, she needed to see that face plastered with undisguised lust once more.

In the darkness there was little to do other than replay the events of the evening. Where were the theories applied incorrectly, how could things have gone better, could she have been victorious? Each though was distracted by that face, that feeling, that name. All efforts to improve derailed.

"When you get out of this, if you want to actually learn how to use that thing, come find me. I'd be glad to show you the rest of my skills. So long, Princess." There it was again, that dishonorific. The captor bowed, their face flush with undisguised lust and pride, and shut the door.

She was deposited in a hall closet. "I would sooner destroy a stained glass window than kill someone as beautiful as yourself. However, I can't have you interfering in my plans." It was very clear that her captor was undressing her with their eyes as they spoke. The lack of decorum was disgusting.

The hand holding her head was removed, and soon after she felt ropes being tightened around her wrist. She was hoisted over her captors shoulders, her ass getting an egregious squeeze in the process. As the pair marched down the hall she saw her blade laying in the hall, useless to save her now.

Her captor spoke "You know, that's the problem with theories, they still need to be tested in the real world. Not in your perfect little dojo where everyone plays by the rules. Out here, people like me are the victors Princess." There was no honor in that honorific. Her captor chortled.

A hand held the back of her head to the wall, the smell of mortar and sweat combined as the pressure was indenting her skin. Her face was slick from the duel, her eyes stinging as it pooled up with nowhere to go. Another hand held her arms behind her back, her chest rose and fell heavy.

It just didn't make any sense. She had skills beyond compare when wielding the blade. She had spent time pouring over the works of Bonetti, Capo Ferro, and Agrippa and knew them forward and backwards.

Which is why it didn't make sense that she found herself pressed against the wall.

Claudi is always correct so it must have been this!

Kill em with kindness

If you don't have any locally sourced tension from wet natural chasms store bought is fine