After being resuscitated by Doctor Eggman following her brush with death during the fight against the Iron Queen, Lien-Da insisted on honing her abilities with an unprecedented fervor. She had some unused storage space in her ship that she commandeered and converted into an extensive training ground. Now, she planned to put it to good use.
She unleashed everything she had against the dummies that populated the grounds of her personal dojo. They swung from retractable wires that hung from the ceiling, moving quickly, erratically, and unpredictably. She brandished her bullwhip in a long, horizontal sweep, knocking away several dummies in one blow, then used her momentum to roundhouse kick another. Catching an opening between the moving bodies, she somersaulted over several downed and live dummies, finally landing on one, ripping it from its wires, and digging a heeled boot into its makeshift head.
Lien-Da laughed and laughed, soreness and euphoria swelling through her body as she pushed herself to her limits, blood pumping, pores sweating, hair hanging down. Her training session went on like this for hours, all of them spent batting and whipping and kicking away at the decoys, dropping them one by one. Eventually, not a single dummy was left hanging. She looked around the room, witnessing the results of her own carnage. The dummies—some of which just so happened to have crude faces of Regina and Julie-Su sketched onto them—were strewn about. Only a handful of them were in shape to be repaired; the others had large, deep gashes through their heads and torsos, some of which were bisected from each other. She wasn’t entirely used to the electrical powers her cybernetics gave her, but she quickly figured out how to channel it through her whip, charring a couple dummies and their stuffing to ash.
But as she took in this display of her power, she noticed something moving in the periphery of her vision. Something near the door. Gripped by curiosity, she went over to get a better look.
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You wake up all of a sudden, sitting on cool linoleum and leaning against the wall. The immediate unfamiliarity of your environment dawns on you. This is not your beautiful house! Its…
Huh. You can’t really see much from here, just some bare, charcoal grey floor tiles. The panels themselves are a lot larger than you’d expect, probably the result of some oddball architect’s decisions. You should probably get a better vantage point if you want to find out where you are.
Pulling yourself up from your relaxed position, you stretch your arms and catch a glimpse of the ceiling—and holy hell, it is HUGE! Someone could probably fit a 32-wheeler vertically in here! Are you in a warehouse or something? Since this place is so big, it’s a good idea to stick to the wall you were laying on, in case you get lost. You press your hand against it and move forward.
While you’re traveling, you hear some loud, intense smacking in the distance, and something that sounds like someone throwing a massive exercise mat onto the ground. Both sounds keep up, sometimes interspersed with grunts and…chuckling? Just what the hell did you stumble in on?! You quicken your pace, running alongside the wall, and looking somewhere, anywhere for a door, or hovel, or anything that you could hide in. Unlucky for you, it seems like the wall is impenetrable. A long, uninterrupted stretch of rubber is lined along the whole bottom edge, and there doesn’t seem to be anything you can hide under in the immediate vicinity. All you can hope for is that you reach a door before whoever the hell is seriously messing shit up doesn’t come your way.
After some time, you think you can spot some light leaking out in the distance; there’s a break in the rubber! There must be an exit! The smacking and yelling is getting more violent and common, until suddenly, after one last thud, it stops. A long, hearty, pompous cackle echoes throughout the room. Loud footsteps boom out towards you. All your self-preserving instincts ring out: you need to run. You make a mad dash towards the light source, ignoring everything else around you. It’s getting closer, closer…!
Just as you reach the opening you trip, smacking flat against the ground. Your lungs were screaming, and each attempt you made at scrambling up to your feet was met with your shaky body crumbling to the ground. The footsteps grew louder and clearer. No…you were so close…
You look towards the source of the sound. Something—no, someone—enormous was towering above you, in a dark, skintight suit (one that undeniably shows off her curvaceous figure). The sky above you darkens as she lowers a red hand towards you. Her soft, slightly sweaty fingers wrap around your crumpled form, lifting you up.
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Lien-Da brings you closer to her head to get a better look at what you were. You seemed like some kind of doll, but since you were moving...you were alive. As her grip lessens, she lets you splay out in the palm of her hand. There you were: a tiny human; one that snuck into her dojo, no less.
“Heh. Seems like these days, all of my problems are small,” she quips, poking you in the stomach. “Tell you what, pipsqueak. Normally, I’d just hand you off to the Interrogation division, but I’m feeling pretty sexy right now. Instead of being sent down to a dark room to experience some boring old excruciating torture, how about you come with me?” You feel your heart sink into your chest. Just what the hell did she think you were?
Lien-Da giggles at the dread creeping onto your face. “Oh, don’t be such a sourpuss. Why else would you sneak in here~?” Her free hand runs slowly, seductively down her latex suit, gently cupping her bust, then her navel, then her thighs. Despite your terror, you can’t help but stare and blush at her assets. She flashes a knowing smirk at you. Her thumb slides down your chest, then forcefully pins itself against your crotch, eking an embarrassed yelp out of you. It’s so warm, and damp…and comfy…
“Aww, you’re a little cutie, aren’t you?” She giggles again, watching you relax into her hold. “I almost feel bad. But you did sneak into this facility, and you did come here for intel. I’m not gonna just let you leave.” You gulp.
“You are going to tell me what you were doing here. But first, we need to go somewhere more…private. I’ll have to hide you on my person; can’t let anybody know this happened, or I’ll be seen as incompetent. Since I’m feeling so gracious, I’ll let you choose where I’ll put you,” Lien-Da moves her hand to her chest, snaking a finger under her collar. “My breasts,” she pauses, stroking her waist and giving you a naughty wink, “Or somewhere lower?”
Holy shit. Holyshitholyshitholyshit—how did you get yourself into this?! Your heat is pounding, and you don’t know whether it’s from fear or arousal. Where should you choose? Should you choose?
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