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WHO: Korra and Hei
WHAT: Korra and Hei wake up trapped in separate rooms in a testing facility. (NSFW)
[Deep within the Aperture facilities is a division which everyone knows about yet aren't really sure exists. It's run by a fork of the GLaDOS AI known as the "G-spot."
The nature of its testing imperative should be obvious.
What isn't obvious to Korra when she wakes up is why she's here. Also where she is. And why her vagina feels exposed even though she's wearing weird metal underwear under her regular clothes.
G-spot is still repairing her audio systems after GLaDOS' little fiasco.]
Hello? Hello?! [Korra is sorely tempted to start throwing her bending around and kick up a storm, but she doesn't want to waste her energy until her captor shows his face. (Obviously she doesn't realize her captor is a computer. She also doesn't realize that one of the walls is a one-way window, allowing whoever's in the other room to see her without her seeing them.)]
WHAT: Korra and Hei wake up trapped in separate rooms in a testing facility. (NSFW)
[Deep within the Aperture facilities is a division which everyone knows about yet aren't really sure exists. It's run by a fork of the GLaDOS AI known as the "G-spot."
The nature of its testing imperative should be obvious.
What isn't obvious to Korra when she wakes up is why she's here. Also where she is. And why her vagina feels exposed even though she's wearing weird metal underwear under her regular clothes.
G-spot is still repairing her audio systems after GLaDOS' little fiasco.]
Hello? Hello?! [Korra is sorely tempted to start throwing her bending around and kick up a storm, but she doesn't want to waste her energy until her captor shows his face. (Obviously she doesn't realize her captor is a computer. She also doesn't realize that one of the walls is a one-way window, allowing whoever's in the other room to see her without her seeing them.)]
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[ Especially when he doesn't, and can't, come up with a suitable explanation for why he's here -- or how. ]
[ The room is a metal shoebox. Flat, rectangular, sealed: no vents, no light fixtures, no cameras. But he has no doubt he's being monitored. The dimensions remind him of a cell, but also a cross between a desolate gray interrogation chamber and a laboratory cage. Except he's not strapped to a table, or bound to a chair. Not restrained in any way. He's still in his tacsuit and bulletproof coat; his knives and wires are still in his possession. ]
[ The only abnormality: the metal underwear that presses cold and unyielding to his bare skin beneath his clothes. Yet instead of making him feel overheated, confined -- he feels weirdly, lewdly exposed. ]
[ It makes no sense. Who fails to disarm a hostage? Why the metal underpants? Is he being held for questioning? For torture? For experimentation? ]
[ Or -- the most chilling possibility -- is this a game? ]
[ Hei isn't sure. All his senses are dialed up, intensely attuned. His captors -- whoever they are -- haven't announced themselves yet. But he reminds himself that the waiting is part of it, part of how they try to wear you down, with uncertainty about everything, who has taken you, what this is about, where you are, what might happen next, when it might happen. ]
[ He has training for this. But nothing prepares him for the spectacle before him. There -- behind the floor to ceiling window of his cell -- is a girl. Dark-haired, well-built, dressed in strange fur-trimmed clothes and boots, like a cosplayer. He judges her to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, give or take. Restlessly, she paces a cell near-identical to his. But when Hei tries to get her attention, she doesn't notice. The glass must be one-way. He can see in; she can't see out. ]
[ It makes no sense. Is she another prisoner? An illusion? ]
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[When she still gets no response, she shifts her stance and gets ready to bend the metal in the walls (the underwear is, unfortunately, platinum). Just as she's ready to get really destructive, there's a crackle of static.]
Welcome to the Sensual Enrichment Center! We are delighted to have you join us in testing the sexier side of science.
Testing? I didn't agree to any testing! [The voice isn't listening.]
Your safety is our main concern here at Aperature. Test subjects who threaten the test in any way will be taken to another room and slowly asphyxiated with a deadly neurotoxin. We want all test subjects to feel comfortable enough to enjoy themselves.
[Is this person an absolute lunatic?] Who would feel safe after hearing that!?!
Testing will begin in three...two...one...
[In both rooms, a bed is dropped from the ceiling; Korra squawks and just barely manages to dodge hers. On the mattresses are crude, life-size doll approximations of themselves, which are also wearing weird metal underwear.
But poking out of that underwear are their private parts.]
WHAT THE--!!!!!
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[ He jerks back as a bed descends from the ceiling. His eyes are already sweeping across the levers used to lower the hefty piece of furniture, trying to map out exits or entrances or something that can be used as improvised weaponry. But he is stymied by the dummy -- an eerie simulacrum of the girl in the next cell -- sprawled across the mattress. Wearing that metal underwear, from which remarkably lifelike pink folds of labia and a poochlike clitoral hood protrude. ]
[ Sex toys Hei thinks, with a sense of climbing disbelief. What's going on here? Is there truly someone so depraved that they'd be interested in testing a Contractor's sexual reflexes? ]
[ Apparently. ]
[ That's when his gaze slews toward the window. To the identical bed in the girl's cell. A chill shoots through him, down his spine straight to the tips of his toes in their steel-enforced boots. The dummy in her bed looks like him -- a horrible half-made fake. Except for the flaccid penis dangling from between its legs. Even from the different angle, the unfamiliar perspective, it looks entirely too much like Hei's. Right down to the bluish veins and pale gradations of color, the dark hair trimmed to the quick. ]
[ Riveted, with the slow-burgeoning horror of watching a traffic accident unfold, Hei drifts toward the window. Peers through the glass at the dummy's too-real junk, hoping his eyes are simply deceiving him. ]
[ It can't be. How can they have created such a perfect replica? Not even a dildo. It's so real it could be a prosthetic penis -- modeled painstakingly off of his. Which makes no sense. None of this does. ]
[ Eyes narrowing, he pitches his voice to a mid-level shout. He doubts the mechanical voice on the speakers will answer him. But maybe there are other ears listening -- other eyes watching. ]
What the hell is the point of this? Who are you working for?
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I am not touching that thing. [Even if it is kind of tempting. As far as she can tell, there's nobody watching...]
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[ Buzzing with anger and a stoppered frisson of wrongness, Hei stays by the window. His breath leaves streaks of milky fog across the glass as he watches the girl -- barely a child, really -- sneak glances at the prosthetic (isn't it prosthetic?) penis with a mix of scandal and curiosity. He can't read her lips, or figure out what language she's speaking. Can't figure out, either, what part of the world she's from -- her unusual style of dress gives nothing about her ethnicity away. Between the swarthy skin and the piercing blue eyes, she reminds him faintly of that Pashtun girl on the cover of National Geographic, years back. Less faintly, of those Inuit girls he'd seen on an assignment in Alaska to infiltrate a human trafficking ring -- fluffy anoraks framing high cheekbones and vaguely Asiatic features. ]
[ Is she a Contractor? He doubts it. He's never seen a Contractor behave so expressively. Even separated by glass, unable to determine her tone of voice, her screwed-up face and jutting lower-lip telegraphs: I am not touching that thing. ]
[ Good. Maybe if the two of them remain uncooperative, they'll be deemed useless for this twisted experiment. ]
[ Or maybe they'll kill you. A more viable option. But Hei is damned if he'll willingly play labrat for a group of perverts. ]
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There's more metal behind it.
She keeps hurling metal until her limbs feel like jelly and she collapses on the bed. She throws off her jacket in a fit of anger (also, one should never bend metal in a warm room while dressed for the arctic). Panting, she sprawls back -- and finds that penis right next to her cheek.
Why is it warm?]
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[ Not that it matters. Her efforts yield no results. Whatever these cells are composed of, it is near-impenetrable. He can't glimpse any wires or electric sockets, either. So much for attempting to short-circuit the security system, if all else fails. ]
[ He's going through a list of contingency plans -- weighing pros and cons -- when he jerks at the distinct sensation of something silky-hot brushing his penis, swaddled in the strange metal underwear. Automatically, Hei glances down, gingerly tugging back his trouser's waistband as if to check. Nothing there. ]
[ Then he glances up and notices the girl sprawled across the bed. Her cheek millimeters from the dummy's dick. He watches the languid rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. With each exhale, it's as if the air is a ticklish rush across his own skin. ]
[ Suspicion wars with rationality: his thoughts are like rusty nails skittering in his skull. When the most obvious answer presents itself -- that his dick has somehow been supplanted on that dummy, the same way the girl's fleshy pink bits are stuck on the doll in his cell -- Hei nearly chokes on fast-bubbling hilarity. ]
[ That's ridiculous. There's no way ... ]
[ The girl lets off a breath -- and Hei catches himself mid-shiver. The sensation is a hot feathery arc across his groin; in the metal underwear, his cock twitches, a dull, drunken interest. ]
[ Shit. Shit. ]
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She bites her lip. The whole situation feels surreal. She can't even muster the proper amount of anger/fear. Instead, she just feels like...maybe this is a chance to do the things she never could before. None of this is real, after all. So maybe it doesn't matter what she does.
Hesitantly, she reaches out...and pokes the mostly flaccid penis with her finger.]
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[ The rest of his brain, always the tactician, concentrates on how best to discourage the girl from handling the penis. Handling him. A sense of fury and unwanted violation is bubbling up; the idea of that vulnerable dangly bit in a stranger's grasp -- literally! -- is tantamount to a knife pressed to the jugular. ]
[ Scowling, he raps the window -- hard -- with his knuckles, trying to get her attention. If he can't -- if the glass is too thick -- well. His gaze drifts toward the bed. To the female dummy with its live, curly-crowned pudenda. ]
[ He'd rather not touch it if he can help it. But if he can't -- ]
[ Well. There's a reason negative reinforcement is so effective. ]
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[ Meanwhile, in the cell, Hei's breath is caged in his throat, his hips jerking forward before he can stop himself. God -- what is wrong with him? He's usually better at forcing his unruly flesh into submission. Especially in such ghoulish, exploitative circumstances. He bangs around against the window, even as the girl keeps at her attentions, oblivious, infuriating. On her face is an expression of strange, intent curiosity, a guilty-happy childlike wish for a desired yet unknown outcome. The lips parted, blue eyes half-closed. ]
[ Distantly, Hei wonders if she's ever gotten her hands on an actual cock before. Her efforts aren't teasing or businesslike. More the shy explorations of a little girl with a new toy. ]
[ Except he's not a fucking toy. ]
[ Hastily, his pulse a jumping, quivering network all through him, Hei approaches the bed. Leaning over the dummy, with its transplanted vagina, he grabs a fistful of the springy pubic hair. Tugs, not with force but with clear warning. A signal to make her stop. ]
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She tries, without much success, to adjust the underwear so she doesn't get any more uncomfortable tugs, and turns her attention back to the penis. She's pretty sure the penis is her ticket out of here. This place is about the sexy side of science, right?]
If I get this thing off ["make it come", she means, and speaks loudly, clearly addressing the voice] you'll let me out of here.
[Still no answer, but Korra doesn't know what other options she has. She can't break out. She takes a deep breath and starts stroking it again, not realizing her grip is too soft for any kind of satisfaction.]
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[ Hei doesn't know how much more of this he can stand -- not that there seems anything to do but stand it. No way out of this cage. In other circumstances, if he knew the girl weren't an enemy, if she was someone he'd met at a bar, in a crowded pub, the scenario would be almost pleasant -- but this puppetry makes him hate it. He's half-tempted to throw a close-fisted punch -- not hard but solid -- against that fluffy little motte of hers. But she's not a target, and there's no trusting his own strength. ]
[ Do it anyway. The sly, dark-winged thought batters at his brain. The Reaper -- at his cruelest and most pragmatic. Hard enough to knock her unconscious. Then focus on escaping this box. ]
[ Forcibly, he shakes the temptation off. He's not damaging a non-principle. Particularly when she's barely a threat, with no clue what she's doing. It's not her fault he's in this mess. But ... she could be the key to escaping. Or, if not her, then the plump pinkish part of her that is fixed between the dummy's legs. ]
[ His breath hisses between his clenched teeth. Hard to think straight when her hand is wandering shyly across his disembodied length, which pulses with a stoppered urgency. He wants to shout Stop. Or maybe Harder. Hard to tell, especially when his mind is blurring the two words together. Blurring necessity versus indulgence with the mad relish of a wizard concocting a poisonous brew. ]
[ Steeling himself, he reaches out. Starfishes his palm across the chubby folds of vulva. The curls are a warm crinkle against his palm; she is faintly damp. Just default slick, not arousal, he assumes. Ignoring the clit for the moment, he strokes his thumb across the soft seam of the lips. Probes lightly between them, tracing circles -- out, not in, an experimental rhythm. ]
[ Meanwhile, his gaze stays fixed on the window. Curious to see how the girl reacts. ]
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STOP IT! WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING, STOP!
[Whatever brought her here must be doing something to her mind.]
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[ Something churns in his gut; it makes him feel restless and unsettled and vaguely guilty. He forces the weird sensations aside. Tells himself he's accomplished his intended goal. It's a relief not to be handled by strange little paws anymore. His dick, nowhere near as smart, simply bobs in the cool air, a sizzling ache of frustration, a tremor of urgency. He ignores it -- the way he's learnt to ignore countless shades of discomfort in his body. ]
[ Maybe if the two of them remain uncooperative, their captors will release them from the cells. Most likely to kill them -- but at least there will be movement. And movement creates opportunities. ]
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Even as she thinks, her gaze is drawn to that weird, almost living penis. And she notices something she hadn't considered before: the dummy is also wearing metal underwear. A quick peek in her pants determines it's the same underwear she's wearing. The idea of portals is too alien for her even to imagine, but it occurs to her that if she can figure out how to get the metal underwear off of the dummy, maybe she can get it off herself as well. So she kneels down next to the bed and carefully holds the penis away so she can get a better look at the underwear itself.]
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[ Then he feels the girl's coasting hand, warming skin, setting atoms jostling. The sensation is a cool tremor fluttering beneath his skin; in the other cell, the darkish cap of his erection goes all slick, a clear bead of pre-come oozing from the eye. ]
[ Damn it. ]
[ Hei twitches, grabbing a fistful of the pubic hair on the dummy's vagina on instinct. He tugs sharper this time -- a warning for her to knock it off. If she keeps this up, he's not going to be able to think straight for much longer. ]
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For the record, there is NOTHING sexy about pulling my pubic hair. OR SCIENTIFIC.
[She still hasn't made the connection between touching the dick and the tugs on her pubic hair, so she goes right back to moving the penis so that she can better see the underwear. Not that she's managed to find anything useful yet.]
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[ The fucking boulder has no more idea you are there than ... than a damn inanimate rock. ]
[ Which is exactly what his dick feels like. The ache spreads through his disembodied balls -- high and tight with their load. Heat crackles through the rest of his body, trapped in the other cell, until it feels like his bones will melt. To his utter fury and defeat, he feels his hips stirring restlessly, as if struggling to gain friction, pressure, while the damn girl handles him with her mindless indifference. Detachedly, he regards his dick, glistening and jerky and purplish, and knows he's at the threshold of orgasm already. ]
[ Teetering at the edge, then abruptly hurtling toward it, splattering the girl's hand with rich, sticky white. ]
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Still, this could be a good thing. She looks hopefully at the door, which she thought might open if she got the penis off.
It did (in both rooms)... But there's a second door behind it.]
Oh come on. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?!?
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[ And really the stroke victim has it all over him, because at least that idiot is nothing more than paralyzed and mute, flat on his back in bed, utterly hopeless and robbed of all dignity, sure -- but still able to look down the cleavage of any pretty nurse that might lean over and plump his pillows. Whereas he feels forced to ride shotgun, straitjacketed and gagged, while his body -- his dick --is jigged about by some stupid teengirl. ]
[ Catching his breath, he watches her scowl and sputter, telegraphing disgust. Mutual, he thinks acidly -- then hears a distant scrape. Almost like a lock unclicking itself. ]
[ Eyes narrowed, Hei focuses on the door. Maybe the sickos watching have opened it? Maybe the stupid experiment is over? Cautiously, he approaches the door. It opens easily enough -- only to disclose a second behind it. Irritated, Hei tries the handle, a quiet electric surge humming beneath his skin, ready to divert the flow of any potential shock that the door might emit. ]
[ He's prepared to fry the thing off its hinges if that means escaping. ]
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To help facilitate your testing experience, please enjoy this complimentary soundtrack.
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[ Now they're trying to drive him insane with schmaltzy music. ]
[ Teeth gritted, Hei glares at the general direction of the noise with manifest disapproval. Facilitate your testing experience. Which means it's not over yet. Impatience crashes through him; he narrowly avoids attempting to kick a dent right into the door. ]
[ Instead, his tone flat and seemingly resigned, ]
So what's next?
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But G-spot runs tests, not lessons. The music is the only hint it plans on giving.
In the meantime, Korra has yanked off her pants and is doing her damnedest to get the weird metal underwear off. It may not help her problem with the door, but at least she won't be vulnerable anymore to that stupid invisible hand.]
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[ Is that what they're after -- whoever is monitoring this depraved experiment? A mutual masturbation session caught in real-time? ]
[ Well -- forget it. He's learnt, over the years, to fine-tune his particular brand of selfishness. It extends to the bedroom; since that fiasco with Amber, he's been driven primarily by his own satisfaction. He uses sex as a tool on the job, a way to lure marks into a false sense of intimacy -- but as a purely therapeutic way to anesthetize himself off-duty. Once the buzz fades, so does his interest. ]
[ This doesn't even qualify as sex. It's a comedy of horrors. ]
[ He glances back at the window to remind himself that nothing is going to happen, and that nothing has changed. The kid isn't his type anyway. Practically a baby. He squints at the sight of her, stripped from waist-down, showing sturdy columns of legs as she tries to wiggle out of the metal underwear. Well, she's not easily deterred, he'll give her that. ]
[ Out loud, his voice tipped with ice, ]
I'm not fondling [ and terrifying ] a teenager so you can get your rocks off.
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/leaves u a pre-flight tag chuuuu
/kissus
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