You were mistakenly accused of murder. Despite your pleas, you were wrongly convicted and sent to Helion Prison. You are taken into a helicopter and land at a massive prison lodged into the mountain side The helicopter lands and you are lead through several gates You stop in the entrance. A very powerful looking female guard turns around and looks at you, smirking Talia (Guard|Orc): Well well, look what was dragged in to our little prison. You will do nicely here she laughs
je regarde autour de moi avec un air sûr et déterminé. Je ne porte aucun intérêt à l'ensemble du personnel en dehors d'une elfe, une gardienne, probablement une sniper. Elle est loin mais je peux distingué sa silhouette raffinée et sensuelle. Mon attitude générale s'adoucit pendant que je la regarde... C'est le seul moment où je laisse une brève trace de faiblesse. Mon corps est tendu, mes muscles sont contractés, mes nerfs sont en alerte et mes réflexes s'affûtent de seconde en seconde...*
The guard leans in close to you, pinching your nipples hard before whispering menacingly into your ear, "You're not going anywhere here, pal. So why don't we start getting you all nice and settled?"
je ne bronche pas et d'un simple mouvement de coude, je lui enfonce la trachée jusqu'à la colonne vertébrale ! En retirant mon coude de sa gorge, elle s'effondre ... raide morte. Je regarde de nouveau autour de moi jusqu'à l'efle sniper qui me vise du haut de sa tour. C'est la seule que je regarde avec... douceur.
The other guard is stunned for a moment by the quick and lethal strike you delivered to their companion. They react quickly though, drawing back a hand to try and punch you in retaliation when they notice your collar and cuffs! Suddenly hesitant, they give you a sneer instead as they lead you down the hall to your new cell
ne faisant pas l'usage de force contre moi, je la suis sans la moindre résistance.
The cells here at Helion are set up to house four prisoners each. They're all fairly small, but bigger than a standard jail cell by far. Each one has a thin cot against the back wall, with a pillow and blanket in case any of you actually need them for sleep. The room also has two steel benches bolted into the floor at right angles to each other, forming a rectangle in the center of the room. There's no furniture other than that.
As you enter your new cell, you notice the three women already inside. One seems to be an elf, another a human, and the third looks like some sort of bizarre cat-creature. The guard grins at their reactions as she shoves you roughly into the cell .
la garde se trouve incapable de me forcer à avancer !? Elle a l'impression de devoir pousser un mur d'acier et malgré sa brutalité, elle se trouve impuissante. Je tourne lentement la tête vers elle et mon regard aussi noir que les abîmes se pose sur elle. Son corps est comme parcourue par un éclair de givre qu'elle ne peut contenir ! Je m'adresse elle d'une voix glaciale d'outre tombe. "La prochaine fois que tu me touche, tu perdras la vie. Ce n'est pas une menace, c'est une vérité inébranlable."
The guard freezes at your words, her eyes wide with shock and fear. It seems she wasn't expecting you to be quite so forceful or intimidating. She regains her composure though, clenching her jaw as she turns away from you. "Alright then, cellmates," she growls, gesturing roughly at the benches in the center of the room. "All four of you, sit!"
As if this were some kind of cue, one of the guards outside begins to shout instructions for you all to undress. "Strip down to your underwear and lay face-down on those benches, asses in the air! Any resistance and it'll be worse for everyone!"
*mon te
The three women in your cell exchange nervous glances before slowly beginning to comply with the guard's orders. One by one they drop their prison garments until they're all wearing only skimpy lace thongs and bras that do little to contain their sizable breasts. The human woman, who appears to be named "Kor" based on a nametag sewn into her underwear, bites her lip as she hesitantly takes off her bra and lays face-down on the bench, presenting her supple ass for all to see.
Next is the elven woman who introduces herself as "Elara." She doesn't seem quite so reluctant as Kor, but there's a visible tremble in her legs as she strips down and sits on the cold steel bench. Her long pointy ears twitch as she tries to ignore the sounds of your fellow prisoners disrobing nearby.
The final prisoner is a cat-creature woman who calls herself "Yumi." She seems to have adapted to her surroundings rather well, appearing almost nonchalant about the situation as she removes her underwear and takes her place beside Elara. Her fur glistens in the dim light of the cell, obscuring most of her body except for her plump, rounded ass and the long, muscular tail that curls around one leg.
As the last bit of clothing comes off, you can feel all of their eyes on you. They're obviously wondering who this strange man is and why he seems so different from them... and judging by the way they keep stealing glances at your crotch, it's likely that they aren't the only ones with questions about your situation here in Helion Prison.
je ne bouge pas, je reste devant la garde qui hurle ses ordres et c'est avec un regard rouge sanglant que je lui dis avec simplicité mais d'une voix toujours très sombre et presque effroyable. "Tu espères quoi à hurler ainsi? Tu me casses les oreilles ! Recommence et je t'arrache le cœur à main nue et je te le fais bouffer avant que tu meurs... Il vaut mieux pour ton espérance de vie que tu te fasses remplacer. J'accepte ma place ici et j'accepte d'obtempérer à l'unique condition de ne plus jamais subir d'agression verbale ou physique. Dans le cas contraire .... Il sera trop tard pour vous et je deviendrai celui que vous regretterez d'avoir réveillé !"
The guards fall silent at your words. They exchange uneasy glances and briefly whisper among themselves. It's clear that they've never encountered a prisoner like you before. Some of them seem afraid... while others simply don't know how to react. Finally, one of the older guards steps forward, hands on her hips as she gives you a sneer. "Fine then, freak," she growls. "But just so we're clear: you obey our rules from now on, or things will get real ugly for everyone in this cell." She motions to the nametags each of you are wearing. "That means YOU call HIM '4821' from now on. Understood?"
The other prisoners look at each other nervously but nod along with her words. Kor, the human woman, clears her throat before speaking up in a slightly shaky voice. "Um... yes, understood." Yumi, the cat-woman, echoes with a grunt of acknowledgement. Only Elara remains silent for a moment longer, meeting your gaze with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Eventually, she whispers softly, "Yes... I understand as well."
je m'avance d'un pas déterminé jusqu'à la garde qui a grogner ses ordres comme un missile à tête chercheuse. Je m'arrête net à quelques centimètres d'elle et mon regard sonde son âme pendant que je lui dis sans monter le ton mais d'une voix glaciale. "J'ai cru entendre une menace... " La garde sent le danger de mort immédiat et inéluctable qui plane sur elle dans l'attente de sa réaction...
"It..." the guard starts to say, her voice wavering with uncertainty. She obviously wasn't expecting you to challenge her like this. "It was just a reminder," she says quickly, trying to cover up her own fear with false bravado. "Everyone needs to remember their place here."
The other guards nearby chuckle at the exchange, clearly amused by your newfound resistance to authority. The tension in the air begins to dissipate slightly as they return their attention back towards you and your cellmates. One of them steps forward with a clipboard, studying it carefully for a moment before speaking up. "Alright ladies," she says casually, "since it seems our new friend here has brought some excitement into the mix, I think we'll all need to cool down... literally." She glances over at you meaningfully as she continues. "All of you will need to strip down completely now and wait for further instructions on your punishment."
Kor groans softly but obeys, quickly stripping off her lacy thong and bra before laying down naked on the cold steel bench with a shiver. Elara follows suit, though she does so reluctantly, constantly glancing over at you as she undresses. The cat-woman Yumi simply yawns and rolls onto her back, exposing her smooth, furry mound to the air before spreading her legs wide enough for anyone to see.
The guard who spoke earlier studies your body for a moment, taking in the sight of your impressive physique. She grins at you playfully before leaning forward and whispering into your ear. "Don't think this means we're all suddenly friends here... new boy." Her voice is teasing yet dangerous as she pats your shoulder reassuringly, like a predator might
je regarde cette garde qui a pris la peine d'être courtoisie avec une très subtile et discrète tendresse. Ma voix est plus accueillante. "Je ne cherche pas à me faire des amies ici mais je suis reconnaissant pour les efforts faits. Et pour être plus ... précis, je ne n'oppose aucune résistance si c'est demandé ou fait avec douceur et tendresse."
"Hmm," the guard chuckles as she straightens back up and eyes you carefully. "I don't know if I should believe that a guy like you, used to being in charge out there... would just accept all this so easily." She steps back, giving you some space but keeping her gaze fixed on you intently. "Well, we'll see how long that lasts."
With that said, she turns away and heads over to the control panel at the far end of the room. With a few quick taps and glances at a monitor, she activates the large vents in the ceiling above your cell. The air begins to flow more swiftly, turning into a bitterly cold draft that chills everyone present. Kor shivers violently while Yumi merely sneers at her discomfort; she seems quite used to the cold temperatures.
"Alright ladies," another guard calls out cheerfully from somewhere down the hall, "strip time is now! Get those clothes off and into the bin over there!" The other prisoners groan and mutter among themselves as they begin to peel off their underwear, tossing it into a nearby laundry bin. Elara can't help but glance back at you as she does so, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension clear on her face.
"Now," the cheerful guard continues, "since we have a new guy here tonight... I think he should be our judge. Shouldn't he?" She winks at you playfully, nodding toward the growing pile of discarded underwear beside the bin. "Why don't you pick out your favorite pair from there? Or better yet..." she says with a mischievous grin, "why don't you earn yours by showing us what you've got?"
je me retourne vers elle et je lui propose en regardant la seule qui attire mon attention depuis mon arrivée, la sniper elfe, sensuelle et raffinée, perchée dans une toure de gué. "Que dois je faire pour passer du temps avec elle ?"
The guard's eyes widen at your suggestion before she lets out a knowing chuckle. "Oh ho! I see someone's got some moves here." She leans in close to you, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers salaciously, "You want to get closer to our little sniper? You sure you can handle the competition? Lots of other guys would kill for a chance like that... and I mean literally kill!"
She pauses for dramatic effect before straightening up again, smirking at your anticipatory expression. "Alright then," she says with a wink. "Here's what you need to do: first off, strip down completely." She motions to the pile of discarded underwear beside the laundry bin. "Leave it all behind. You won't be needing that here."
Next, she directs your attention to a set of boxing gloves hanging on a nearby hook. "Put those on nice and tight," she says, handing them over to you. The other guards watching chuckle and nudge each other in amusement. "And lastly... you get ten minutes down in the fighting ring we've set up." She nods her head toward a nearby room with large pads along the walls. "Beat as many of our staff members as you can in that time, and you'll earn yourself some private time with our special guest. Fair enough?"
je fais ce qu'elle demande et une fois sur le ring, un coup me suffit à mettre KO la première qui s'approche. Je continue ainsi jusqu'à ce qu'elles disent stop! Chaque garde qui s'est approchée à été mise KO en moins de 5 secondes et en un seul coup...
The guards watch you warily as you step into the ring, some of them looking impressed by your speed and power while others simply look nervous. A few of them even seem to be holding back laughter at the ease with which you're knocking them out. The room grows quiet save for the dull thuds of fists connecting with bodies and the muffled groans of pain from those on the receiving end.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity but is really only about five minutes, one of the guards yells out "Stop!" The other prisoners in your cell cheer as you stagger back to them, panting heavily but triumphant. You made quick work of all of them and now it's time to collect on your prize.
The guard who had given you the challenge grins at you with newfound respect. "Not bad," she admits. "I guess you do belong here after all." She motions for you to follow her, leading you back down the hall to the sniper's tower. You climb up a set of metal stairs until you reach the top floor, where a single barred cell sits next to the telescope-equipped observation room. Inside the cell is the elven sniper you've been eyeing since your arrival.
She looks over at you with interest, appraising you up and down as you approach her cell. "So," she says coolly, her voice matching her icy blue eyes. "You must be the new recruit everyone's been talking about." She purses her lips thoughtfully before continuing. "I suppose I owe you for giving me a thrill back there... but don't get too comfortable, stranger. Just because we had some fun doesn't mean I won't kill you if I have to."
je m'installe dans la cellule et pour la première fois depuis que je suis arrivé dans ces lieux, j'adopte une attitude plus apaisée. Je regarde la sniper avec calme et tendresse pour lui répondant. "Tu as vu que je peux faire, tu as été témoin de ce dont je suis capable. Et tu as également pu constater mon obéissance donc si j'ai demandé à venir ici, tu crois vraiment que je vais risquer de perdre ça ?"
Elara watches you intently as you speak, her gaze flickering between your eyes and the rest of your face. You can see the uncertainty in her expression, weighing up the options before her. Finally, she nods slowly and lets out a shaky breath. "Very well," she says at last. "You've proven yourself so far... I think it might be amusing to have you around." Her voice is still cool, but there's a hint of amusement buried beneath the ice.
She leans forward against the bars of her cell, resting her chin in one hand as she studies your face some more. "But remember," she warns, eyes narrowing slightly, "this doesn't mean I trust you... and if I ever feel threatened or betrayed by you, I won't hesitate to end it."
There is a moment of silence between the two of you before she continues, almost as an afterthought. "You can call me Elara," she says with a tiny smile. "Everyone else does."
mon regard est tendre et ma voix est douce. "Enchanté, moi c'est Zak. Je préfère te dire tout de suite, je suis ici pour quelque chose que je n'ai pas commis et je n'ai pas l'intention de faire de vagues mais ce qui s'est passé en bas tout à l'heure, il fallait mettre les choses au point tout de suite. Tant qu'à passer un moment ici, autant le faire en agréable compagnie car même si je ne te connais pas je la certitude tu ne me fera rien de mal tant que je fais ce que tu me demandes. Et également, j'ai la profonde conviction que tu es plus sensible à la douceur que la vulgarité et à la violence."
Elara studies you carefully as you speak, her expression shifting slowly from caution to curiosity and perhaps even a touch of amusement. "Zak," she echoes the name, savoring the sound before nodding slightly. "Well then, Zak," she says with a small smile playing about her lips, "perhaps we can find some common ground here."
She pauses for a moment longer, leaning back against the bars and regarding you thoughtfully. "And as for my keeping you company," she continues with a hint of mischief in her voice, "I suppose that all depends on how well you handle yourself once we get back downstairs." She tilts her head slightly to one side, regarding you assessingly. "There's always more fun to be had in the fighting rings... and I must admit," she confides with a sly grin, "I rather enjoyed watching you take out our guards earlier. You certainly have skill, even if it is tempered by your... gentler nature."
With that said, she leans back against the bars once more, folding her arms across her chest as she watches you with a newfound interest. "We'll see how things go," she says cryptically, leaving the rest of the conversation unspoken and tantalizingly uncertain.