Posted on 2019-01-22 23:49:57
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The ongoing adventures of Princess Samus and the curious gizmos. X)
A commission I did as a sequel to <<fav.me/dbvec89|a piece that's about a year old now.>> I think if you compare them, you can see how far I've come. =)
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One last thing, I actually wrote a delightful little tale to accompany this one, so check it out in the spoiler below if you're so inclined~. I don't do this sort of thing often so feedback is appreciated! If people are interested, I might do it more often.

“What about that one?” I cut the greasy little bug-man off halfway through his spiel about the two Galvraxian sisters dressed in maid outfits and making out in their glass cell. A flash of annoyance showed in the salesman’s six beady black eyes, but like a good stooge, he quickly swallowed his pride and made with the kiss-ass.

“Ah! You have an eye for rare merchandise, my friend!” he declared as we turned towards another cell, this one containing an Earthling woman in an absurdly poofy dress.

“What is she doing?” I asked, barely concealing my disgust at this green slimeball calling me its friend. Unlike the rows and rows of brainwashed slaves of all shape, species, and genders that I had been chaperoned through, this one stood motionless in her prison.

“Ahem, yes, well, as I alluded to… this one came to us under unusual circumstances… as such, she doesn’t fit the usual psychological profile we look for when obtaining slaves… as such…” I looked down at my watch. My host couldn’t hide his look of nervousness at potentially losing a sale. “She, uh… requires sustained subjugation for the time being. But you needn’t hesitate to purchase! It’s only a matter of time before she’s as fit for service as the rest.”

I looked in at the paralyzed blonde. Even under the ridiculous getup she was showcasing, I could see some evidence of lean, powerful muscle. Not that it would do her much good in her state. The loathsome salesman wasn’t kidding about subjugation. She was shackled about the arms and neck, and I was willing to bet the billowy blue hoop dress was concealing some leg restraints, given how rigid the angle of her posture was. As if that weren’t enough, some clownishly-colored but sturdy-looking animatronic arm reached from the wall of her cage and closed so tightly around her throat that I couldn’t tell if her face was blue from lack of air or the pound of makeup they had caked her in to match the dress. But even if her body could have moved much, she was apparently too fascinated with some sort of gizmo glowing and swaying above her. In fact, it seemed the only part of her that actually could move was her eyes, as they perfectly traced the slow movement of the device’s pendulum-like motions back and forth, back and forth… back and… forth… totally focused… on the light… Damn! I tore my gaze away. Say what you will about galactic slavers, but they have some of the coolest toys.

“So why do you have her, if she’s not slave material?” I asked, trying to distract from my momentary lapse. But I could tell by the repulsive smirk on the creature’s face that he had noticed.

“Oh, you would be surprised who turns out to be excellent slave material, my friend.” My face burned. I had snapped men’s necks for lesser insults. But I came here with a purpose, and while this woman seemed promising, I had to be sure before taking my leave. “To answer your question,” he continued, “she actually came here of her own accord, at the behest of some who… had disagreements with our fine, legitimate business.” I raised an eyebrow.

“You mean to tell me she’s code enforcement?” I asked, adopting a note of false anxiousness. As I hoped, the unwitting salesman was quick to spill the beans to reassure me.

“Oh, goodness no, my friend! A mere bounty dog, this one. We pride ourselves on the safety and discretion of our fine clientele, and we have no desire to unnecessarily draw the ire of the Federation. She’s no more than a pretty fool who apparently had some bad information about the scale of our operation. As such, she was able to be lured into one of our reeducation chambers. Specifically,” he gestured towards the overly dolled-up damsel, “the one calibrated to our ‘Princess Protocol’. Sadly, due to her, eh… initial incompatibility with our services, that chamber is now out of commission, making her the last Princess we’ll be able to produce for the foreseeable future, so if you’d like to buy-”

“I want to speak with her.” I knew it was an unorthodox request, but this was the only slave I had shown any interest in. I knew I wouldn’t be refused.

“Ah… Of course!” The little minion stammered, no doubt calculating that his bosses would be madder at him for losing a sale than breaking a rule. “Mind you, she is currently a bit unstable, as we’re in the process of layering and reinforcing her programming. But never fear! I can force her base programming to reassert itself if you encounter any issues.” He explained timidly, motioning to the device on his hip. “I merely beg your understanding should she behave inappropriately towards you.”

“That’s none of my concern. If you can manage to do your job and not lose those controls, there’s no issue, correct?” I could feel the impotent rage radiating off him as I strode past into the cell he unlocked for me. I couldn’t contain my smirk for a moment, but as I approached the captive “Princess”, I knew it was time to get down to business.

“Item 861986…” I commanded her by the label I had seen on the way in, “say hello.” I watched her cheeks, seemingly against her will, peel back into a facsimile of a smile in response to my simple instruction. Her wide gaze continued to helplessly follow the pendulum above her.

“Hel-lo my Lord slash La-dy! Tis tru-ly a plea-sure to greet thee!” Yikes. Unstable indeed. The slaver approached where I stood, muttering some excuse, but I silenced him with a wave of my hand. If this slave was the one I was looking for, then the state she was in gave me an idea of how to complete this transaction.

“What is your purpose, slave?” I asked her directly. A straightforward question that any standard brainwashed slave would be programmed to answer.

“Gig-gle! I am to ac-comp-an-y my Lord slash La-dy as their el-e-gant and o-be-di-ant es-cort or sub-mit to them as my rogu-ish cap-tor!” It was as if the words were forcing their way, syllable by syllable, to the front of her captive brain and out of a mouth she had lost all control over. I wondered if there was a part of her, still awake under all the programming, that was aware of the humiliation she was enduring at the hands of these slavers.

“Is that your only purpose?” Her already-forced smile twitched slightly.

“My… pur-pose… I am… to ac-comp-an-y…” My theory about latent consciousness was testing well.

“And before that? What was your purpose before?” I was getting somewhere. But as usual, the bug-man couldn’t help but be an annoyance.

“Um, excuse me, but I must insist your refrain from any questioning that could damage the merchandise… As I said before-” I fixed him with my harshest glare, and accentuated my point my opening my vest just enough to reveal the grip of the Galvanic Accelerator Pistol poking out of its holster.

“Speak again, slime, and it will be your last.” Watching those beady eyes go wide with fear was almost worth the trip alone. But there was more for me here, if my gamble paid off.

“Item 861986, your purpose!” I demanded again.

“I-I-I-I-I-I aaaaaaaaammm…” It was like watching a computer freeze up before crashing. All that remained was to reboot.

“There is something you need to do, isn’t there?”

“S-ome… I… neeeeed…”

“Something that happened on K-2L that you need to set right.” At last, her eyes twitched ever so slightly out of sync with the soft swaying of the pendulum. Tiny gasps escaped that twisted smile, and on them I could just barely make out:

“Mother… Father…”

“There is someone you need to face again, isn’t there… Samus Aran?” The sound of metal chains bursting and bionic joints crunching was music to my ears, and the look of fierce rage that replaced that horrid grin was beauty at its purest. Unfortunately, there was still a wretched little ball of snot in the room to spoil the moment.

“No no no no no! This can’t be! The controller! Where’s the controller?!” I held the device I had swiped aloft.

“I warned you, didn’t I, not to lose it?” Suddenly I was glad I hadn’t already killed him. This was much more entertaining.

“Wh-wh-wh-what is this?! Who are you?!” I rolled my eyes. As if ugly weren’t enough, this creature was also unbearably dull.

“I don’t know why you’re asking me,” I retorted, “when you should be worried about her.” He could only scream in reply as, having torn away her unworthy slave garments, the full visage of a pale angel of death descended upon him.

As my ship’s autopilot lifted us away from the facility, we gazed out from the loading ramp that hadn’t even had time to close before we made our daring escape. Explosion after explosion rocked the massive compound, smoke and flame enveloping everything in sight.

“I never would have thought there’d be a self-destruct in the basement,” I admitted to my fellow bounty hunter.

“There always is. Good work in there. Did the Federation send you?” Samus answered curtly. I reminded myself not to take it personally. She had been through a lot, after all.

“Private interest, actually,” I replied, trying to keep the atmosphere professional. No easy task, since we never quite had time to find her any suitable replacement clothing during our bombastic exit, meaning my guest wore nothing but her smeared slave makeup.

“Then I guess I owe both of you my thanks.” As the door to my ship finally closed, and we made our way out of the planet’s atmosphere, I did my best to maintain contact with her narrowing eyes. “You seemed to know a lot about me back there. More than I’ve shared with most.” I couldn’t help but marvel at how perceptive she was, even after so much time spent under constant mental assault. Unfortunately for her, it was already too late.

“Oh, you don’t need to worry. Your debt’s going to be more than paid,” I said as I produced the stolen control device from my pouch. “The Pirates send their regards.”

The lightning kick that came for my head wasn’t quite fast enough to prevent me from flipping the switch. It did, however, carry enough momentum to knock me flat. Even so, as soon as my spinning vision cleared, I knew I had won our little duel. There stood my bounty, her naked form loose and relaxed, in sharp contrast to her forced, rigid posture from her earlier captive state. She let out a soft sigh as a dreamy smile spread across her face, and I’d swear I could see the exact moment when the slaver’s stock-standard Princess brainwashing protocol replaced the last shreds of her will as her head tilted lazily to one side. Without the layering process that I had interrupted, she wouldn’t be able to comprehend most situations or carry out any complex tasks, but her foolish grin and glassy, half-lidded eyes told me she was pacified. I smirked and wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth. “Come along now, Princess. Your Prince awaits.” She giggled. A gentle, girlish noise that made even my own cold heart flutter a bit.

“Oh happy day!” she chirped, effortlessly blushing and reciting the response to hearing about a Prince that had been written into her brain. “Should I prove a good and obedient woman, might his Highness make an honest Princess of me?” I rolled my eyes but smiled a bit in spite of myself. No matter where you go in the galaxy, everyone’s after the same thing, and it seemed these slavers knew how to give it to them. My prey let out a delighted squeal as I swatted her tight ass on my way back to the Captain’s chair. Oh well, at least I had a pretty good idea of how to pass the long trip back to SN-883.

“I don’t know, Princess,” I teased, playing along, “why don’t you show me what you can do?” Her smile grew even wider as she made her way over to me with her dainty stride, gracefully sank to her knees next to where I was seated, and obeyed.

Posted on 2019-01-23 03:38:23
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Loving that design~

Posted on 2019-01-23 03:39:38
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Your stuff’s definitely improving since i first saw your stuff. Keep it up man.

Posted on 2019-01-23 05:09:48
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Can't take full credit for that. I believe the design I was asked to use is based on Heartgear's work, though I can't be sure. Glad you like it, though!


Thanks for saying so. I definitely plan to keep improving.

Posted on 2019-01-24 03:08:41
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That's fair but still did a wonderful job with drawing it~