Bet you thought I was dead, huh?

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Adriana has been tweaking her drones and is ready to test their new upgrades in the trial. When Cheryl ends up being their first victim, Adriana can't help but celebrate. If you're not a fan of foot stuff/watersports, they happen right at the end and can be glossed over.

(Speaking of upgrades, this is actually a relic of a work that was previously scrapped multiple times because it was... Bad. Hopefully 2.0 is better)

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Cheryl Mason, ever the alert survivor, tip-toed carefully up the steel ramp of the strange workshop in the sheltered woods. Taking a moment to make sure there was nothing creeping up on her, she drew closer to the window of the shelter, and was surprised by what she saw. In contrast to the bleak surroundings, the top of the workshop outpost was rather lavish, with its own seating area, a bar, and even a bed. Cheryl crept inside, careful to once again take a look behind her for a potential stalker. Seeing nothing, she allowed herself to breathe.

Immediately her tired feet led her to a comfy-looking office chair tucked under a desk that had been built into the wall. Her rump fell into it rather than her sitting on it. With a kind of playfulness, she allowed herself to spin the chair around a few times, before rolling herself in position in front of the computer monitor that was atop the desk. With a few presses of the power button, Cheryl was disappointed but unsurprised to learn that it didn't function. Barely anything did in this realm.

Leaning her head back against the headrest of the chair, she spun again, and was drawn to the bar. She had to deliberate for a moment whether to get up, for her feet were tired and she was glad to be sat down. But the dozens of books laid neatly inside the shelves (again, built into the bar) had her curious. She stretched upwards, crossed the room and crouched down next to them all in one graceful motion. Fingers carefully stole a couple of books away from the shelf and laid them out on the floor beneath her. The first oddity Cheryl noticed was that none of them had a cover. They were various colours, red, green, whatever. But not even one of them had so much as a marking on the front or back. She snorted as she opened one of them. Nothing. Just blank page after blank page. Again, these books were just decoration - A fanciful imagining by the Entity of what maybe should be, but wasn't quite right.

Standing up however, something else caught her eye. A crystal clear bottle of whiskey stood proudly on top of the bar. The sunset liquid inside shined as if it were mana from heaven. She smirked before she could stop herself from getting her hopes up.

Please just give me this one.

Cheryl was all too eager to open it up, and bring the bottle to her waiting lips. What happened next was in her mind, a miracle. A sharpness raced across her tongue, and a burn swelled in her throat. It was awful, but a good kind of awful. Real whiskey. The genuine article.

"Fuck, yes." Cheryl giggled to herself.

It was a meagre drop that she had sampled, but the next was a more hearty sip. And the one after that, and the one after that. She had been taken away to something like hell. Right now, she was going to enjoy this. Put her feet up, and relax. And it wasn't going to be in some lousy office chair. She practically skipped over to the bed she had seen earlier, hand still clenched tightly around the neck of the bottle should anything try and take it from her.

Cheryl slid backwards onto the mattress, causing the soft linen covering the duvet to bundle up behind her. Compared to the campfire arrangements she had become accustomed to, it was ridiculously comfy. She arranged the pillows behind her, allowing her to sink her back into their delicate embrace and rest her weary head against the velveted headboard. She took another sip of whiskey as she gleefully kicked off her dirty boots and laid her waistcoat next to her. Now she could stretch properly, and spread her arms like angel wings, arced her back and curled her toes to the ceiling. She could feel the heat of the whiskey distribute through her body and soothe her aching muscles. Her eyes closed as she loosed herself and the bed gave way to the shape of her body even further.

With flushed cheeks and the curl of a smile, the blonde in bliss found her fingers tracing her waist and feeling through her emerald skirt. It had been a long time since she had felt arousal or pleasured herself, but suddenly she found herself in this idyllic space - Wrapped in bedding and kept company by malt tipsiness, Cheryl found herself wanting to release months of built up tension in one heated engagement with her own body. Before she could even think about it, her body moved of its own volition to loosen the garment around her waist.

***

Adriana didn't know what to think as she stared at the half-nude in her bed. She was enraged at this vulgar intrusion into her territory, and yet the very nature of it baffled her. On the floor were a skirt, socks and boots, and draped over them was a puffy waistcoat. On the bed - her bed - the freckled blonde was playing with herself. Her white cotton panties were stubbornly clinging onto one ankle. Adriana could see the intruder was too busy swirling her fingers atop her crotch and fondling the peaks of her small breasts to bother kicking the undergarments off. Next to her, whiskey had been spilled and was soaked into the mattress.

A practiced stalker, Adriana had gone unnoticed. She had crept in as silent as a panther's shadow, and the blonde was on her side with her eyes closed, one leg hitched up so her thigh almost met her abdomen. The Skull Merchant's brow brought on the subtlest hint of anger. The arrogance. With a few taps on her touchscreen controller, Adriana brought her latest inventions into position, and spoke.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Cheryl only had to time to jump upwards in shock before she felt something coarse slither around her leg. Then the other, and her wrists followed in rapid succession. As she glanced around herself she could see black rope wrapped around her limbs, and as much as pulled she couldn't fight against the buzzing drones they were attached to. They themselves had thrown a second grapple to secure themselves in position.

Adriana stepped towards her. Dragging each step out slowly as if to torment Cheryl. Her newest model had worked excellently. They were smaller than her tracking drones by a smidgeon, meaning they could manoeuvre in small spaces such as this, and their function was to capture. Alive, of course. Adriana enjoyed taking in her prey personally. A wicked smile came upon her as she saw how scared the blonde was. She was surprised Cheryl hadn't pissed herself.

"You have some nerve," Adriana said, "You're scared and alone in the woods and still you figure you'd steal my drink and get your stink all over my bed?"

"Please let me go..." Cheryl's reply was a pathetic whimper.

"Funny." Adriana brought herself closer to Cheryl, so the two could practically feel their body heat, "No, you're not going anywhere. Especially not after what I just saw."

Adriana ran her hands up Cheryl's sweater, pulling it up and feeling the smooth skin underneath.

"I was enjoying the show, to be quite honest. I think I want a piece of that myself."

"Wait-"

"Shh..." Adriana placed a finger on Cheryl's lip with the softest touch, "You should thank me. Normally I'd just kill you slowly."

Cheryl's eyes were like saucers at this proclamation.

"But you've got me all riled up with this naked body of yours and how sexy you looked with your fingers shoved inside yourself," Adriana was now rubbing the inside of Cheryl's thigh teasingly, "You poor thing. You must be so deprived in this rotten place. Don't worry. Me too."

Cheryl closed her eyes and flinched as Adriana kissed her. Paralysed with the surreal nature of her captor's behaviour and unable to move, all she could was wrench her neck to the side. However, she had no choice but to accept the perverted exchange as Adriana grabbed a fistful of her hair.

"Tell you what, entertain me for the night. Then I'll figure out what to do with you."

Cheryl had to resist the urge to lick the lingering taste of Adriana's lips away. She gulped as the domineering woman moved behind her, and she suddenly felt her arms being folded behind her back.

***

"I'm... s-ssorry..." Cheryl half-moaned, half-slurred these words. Partly due to the alcohol, though mainly it was the pleasure that escaped her as her captor thrust into her with no concern for gentleness.

Adriana had restrained Cheryl with the same cable that she had used for her new model of drone. The material kept her wrists knotted together, with a smaller length affixing them to her neck with little wiggle room. The black wire cut into her skin and any attempt to loosen it or struggle free resulted in self-strangulation. All she could do was lie on her back and wait for it to be over.

"No, you're not fucking sorry," Adriana snapped, her hard cock giving rhythm to each word, "If you were sorry, you wouldn't have been such a greedy cunt in the first place."

And in some way it was true. Cheryl was naturally terrified by the psychopath that had walked in on her, but any sense of regret was quickly slipping away as she lost herself in the hedonistic delight of being used like she was. Not that she was about to admit it of course.

"Speaking of greedy cunt... Yours feels so good..." The Skull Merchant hilted herself inside Cheryl, feeling her balls impact with the restrained blonde's thighs. Cheryl squeezed her eyes shut and released a squeal that could have been disgust or delight.

Not that Adriana cared, as long as she was enjoying herself.

"Holy shit, are you getting off on this?" Adriana teased.

Ignoring Cheryl's cries of denial, she leaned down and grasped her victim's breasts, before clamping the pink nipples atop them between her fingers. With pinches, twists and pulls, Adriana could play Cheryl like an instrument, drawing out all kinds of different girly noises.

"Stop, please stop..." Cried Cheryl.

And so Adriana did, placing an internal bet on what would come next. Her thick shaft came slithering out of Cheryl's hole with a strand of fluid still connecting them. She looked down at Cheryl, whose skin was red and glistening with sweat.

"Fine, we're done." Was the matter-of-fact response that came from Adriana. She made a very deliberate motion of turning around, and before she had taken a step, heard exactly what she was waiting.

"Wait...!" The voice was meek, and the eyes that Adriana as she turned around were desperate and broken.

"I knew. I fucking knew it," Adriana's grin was that of the Devil's. A wicked thing that seemed to reach from ear to ear, "You're a little slut, huh?"

"I'm..." Cheryl might have been blushing, but in the flustered state she was in it was hard to tell.

Adriana crept closer, the tip of her prick a centimetre away from Cheryl's cheek. The built up sweat and musk set off hormonal alarm bells in Cheryl's now pent-up brain and though she recoiled, a shiver went up her body.

And suddenly, it began anew. Cheryl let out fresh whimpers as her pussy was pounded open by Adriana's battering-ram style of fucking. They were soon suppressed by a hand that went over her mouth and left Cheryl desperate for breath. Between this, the sex and the whiskey, she was light-headed and feeling every sensation a thousand times over. She may have came ten or a hundred times. She wasn't sure, but the amount of wetness that soaked the sheets beneath her buttocks meant it was definitely more than once.

"Fuck you! Stupid, thieving, fucking slut, fuck!" Even Adriana's composure left her swearing like a sailor as she approached her own orgasm. She took her hand from Cheryl's lips and gripped the woman's thighs until her knuckles turned white. Her long nails dug into Cheryl's flesh and pulled her in close. Adriana grunted and strained as she fucked her cum into Cheryl's sopping cunt with a primal breeding urge.

Though Adriana's legs shook beneath as she deposited the last of her seed and pulled out, she managed to remain standing. She revelled in the sight of her work. Cheryl's eyes were rolled back and she was a panting mess. Fresh semen outlined her pussy lips, mixed with girlcum.

"Alright, down." Adriana was quick to regather her stature, and growled out this command. Cheryl seemed incapable of listening however, forcing Adriana to drag Cheryl to the floor by grabbing her tied up wrists and practically throwing her off the bed.

"Wh-what...?" Cheryl was bewildered, having no clue what would come next. She was on her hands and knees, or at least, as best as she could support herself in her restrained condition.

"This is a punishment, remember? Oh calm down, I'm not going to kill you... Yet. But you've yet to give me a real, honest apology."

"S-so-"

"No." Adriana interrupted her. She then promptly kicked a foot forward, making it obvious what she wanted, "None of the whiney bullshit. Show me you mean it."

Cheryl hesitantly leant forward, almost falling as her unsteady position nearly gave way. Delicately, she planted a kiss on top of Adriana's foot, whispering a 'sorry' as heartfelt as she could. Then, she switched to the other and did the same. Soon, she was swapping between the two quickly, planting loving kisses and gently suckling on a toe every now and then like a nursing ween.

"Mm, good to see you've learned your place, at least," Adriana's cock was hard again just delighting in the domination, "Keep your eyes down there, don't even dare look up."

Of course, there was another reason Adriana didn't want Cheryl to see what was about to happen. She wanted it to be a nasty surprise. After all, like she had said, this was punishment. Her cock was pulsing and she wanted to relieve herself another way. Her fingertips softly held the base and she carefully aimed it downwards.

Cheryl was in the middle of tracing her tongue up the side of Adriana's heel when she felt the warm trickling from above. Yet she was so broken in by now she didn't even flinch as the golden nectar soaked through her hair and ran down her neck. She simply continued with her worship, trying her best to ignore the wet tanginess that inevitably traced her lips.

When it was over, she was finally allowed to look up. Her face and dirty blonde hair were wet with piss, and drool ran down her chin from her deluxe foot service. Her entire body was sweaty and the flesh around her wrists and neck bruised a raw red. Adriana towered above her, stroking her cock and giving Cheryl a smug look.

"You. Are a fucking mess." Adriana observed, "A slutty, submissive, pathetic mess. Maybe next time you'll think before stealing my shit, hm?"

Next time was a promise Cheryl hoped Adriana would keep.