The Price of Failure

As she stepped off the deck of the air shuttle and onto the platform below, Maketh Tua glanced at the building in front of her with a sort of bemused relief. She didn’t quite know what to expect, but she did suppose that she was glad to be away from it all. She paused for a moment before walking inside. An attendant droid greeted her as she entered.
“Welcome, Minister, we have been expecting you,” it vocalized, in what seemed to Maketh a tad disquieting. After all, she hadn’t made an appointment. She merely stopped by on the recommendation of Governor Pryce, whom she had briefly encountered that day as part of the Imperial security conference the both of them had been attending. It must be connected to the same secure holonet as the rest of the droids, she thought, and paid it no further mind. “Our facilities are right this way,” the droid gestured toward a door which opened in response.
Tua had hoped to find a few private changing rooms behind the door, she was disgruntled to find a public locker room, although she was relieved to find it empty. She chose a locker at random and opened it before pausing and glancing cautiously from side to side. Suspecting nothing, she removed her gloves, folded them neatly and placed them inside, then sat down on the bench behind her. Slipping both her thumbs into her boot, she pulled it off of her ankle, and did the same to the other, standing them upright next to one another. She stood back up and unclasped her belt, wrapping it around her hand and placing it into her locker, then she slipped her jacket off of her shoulders and onto the bench in order to fold it. With every article of clothing she removed, Maketh felt more and more vulnerable and now she was reduced to only her shirt, pants, her lingerie and her hat which she had nearly forgotten about. She removed her cap by the brim and placed it into the locker, and then tentatively gripped her shirt by the hem with both hands, peeling it off. She hadn’t been in this sort of situation since her days in the academy, and now she was taken back to those unpleasant experiences. She reached for a towel before continuing any further, and before she could remove her pants, Maketh noticed that her left arm was instinctively covering her chest. She let out a gentle sigh before moving the arm to the brim of her waist and rather hurriedly slipping her leggings off. She stopped for a moment and winced. Did she really need to remove everything? She gave some thought to stopping there, leaving her underwear on before noticing how tightly the straps of her panties were gripping her waist, and how unbearable the perspiration on her chest had become as it soaked into the cups of her bra. As cautiously as she could manage, she took them off. Once she was fully nude, she hastily folded her remaining garments, tucked them inside the locker and quickly shut the door, then snatched her towel and hurriedly wrapped herself inside. Warily, she approached the steam room.
A treadwell droid was stationed in front of the door. It swiveled its head towards Tua and extended a gangly metal arm in the usual mechanical politesse. Maketh assumed this was to take her towel, which she was now clinging to as if it were a security blanket. She glanced at the droid disdainfully before continuing into the steam room. She heard the droid’s swivel once more as the door shut behind her. The first thing that Tua noticed upon entering was that there didn’t seem to be very much steam. Of course, she didn’t know how much steam there was supposed to be because, as she would have been embarrassed to admit, Maketh hadn’t actually been to a sauna before. In the center of the room was a tall rectangular box made of stone with a control panel in front. It had heated rocks poking out from the inside, and a wooden bucket of water with a ladle was sitting right next to it. Tua remembered seeing these things in holodramas. She approached the box, ladled some water out from the pail and drenched the rocks within, which created an almost deafening hiss as an enormous amount of steam erupted from within. It was enough to frighten Tua and send her scurrying into the wooden bench on the right side of the room, dropping her towel in the process and revealing her fully nude form. Maketh backed herself into the bench as much as she could. She placed one hand delicately onto her chest, aghast and panting, but her breathing slowed as steam filled the room. She let her arm down, and placed them both at her sides, letting them hang ever so slightly off of the bench. Her field of vision was limited by the steam, but she still knew that she was alone, which was strangely comforting. The hiss of the steam had subsided, and the mechanical box was now humming quietly. The room had grown very hot, but Tua wasn’t bothered. She was  relaxed now, she lifted both her arms and spread them across the back of the bench. That seemed to be just what she needed, and she was now fully at ease. The perspiration, which had once been so bothersome to her, now felt almost lovely as it ran in drops and rivulets between her petite breasts and off of her smoothened legs. Tua even felt it pool slightly into her delicate parts, but she didn’t mind. She hadn’t even noticed the smile which had crept onto her face. “I could get used to this,” she thought.
Then the door swung open, and Tua was yanked from her almost meditative state to see a figure parting its way through the fog. Maketh couldn’t make out who it was through the haze, but it looked humanoid at least, a female humanoid. Tua plucked up courage and let out an uneasy greeting, “Hello?”
Then came a familiar voice, “Well, hello there, Maketh.”
“Governor Pryce!”
Tua shot to her feet immediately as Pryce emerged from the fog, fully nude with a towel slung over her shoulder. Pryce let out a mirthless chuckle.
“Oh, my dear, no need for such formality here and now.”
Maketh slouched a bit. Pryce glanced at her, sizing her up from head to toe, taking note of her pale and slightly sagging forearms down to her firm thighs and buttocks. The both of them were hairless, except for one notable distinction. Where Tua was neatly shaven, Pryce sported a long strip of unkempt hair on her groin. Maketh noticed and went flush.
“My apologies, Governor, I was just startled by, um, your-”
“Oh, pay it no mind, my dear. Come, sit with me.”
Pryce walked to Tua’s side and sat down next to where she had been sitting as Tua rather uncomfortably sat back down, placing her hands on her thighs trying to make herself as small as possible. Pryce didn’t seem to have quite the same regard for personal space as she sprawled her arms across the bench just as Tua had a minute earlier. She seemed contented as she let out a deep breath.
“I’ve waited for this moment all day.”
Tua said nothing. She had been enjoying herself, now she was on edge.
“It does feel nice, doesn’t it Minister?”
Maketh nervously turned her head towards Governor Pryce.
“Yes, I suppose it is rather nice to, erm, let your hair down, as it were.”
Pryce returned a sort of friendly glance and half smile, as close to friendliness as Maketh imagined she was capable of.
“Mmm, yes, quite. Moments such as these are in short supply these days.”
Tua let her guard down for a moment.
“That they are,” she sighed, sounding more knowing than she realized. Pryce’s expression of contentment morphed into a grimace. There was a momentary silence, Maketh was beginning to settle back in when Pryce wrapped one arm around her shoulder, her face went completely flush in response.
“I’ve certainly needed this, I’ve been on my feet all day, from one interminable conference to the next,” lamented Pryce, “And I couldn’t help but notice that one particular item always seemed to find its way onto the syllabus.”
Tua was almost paralyzed with dread. She tried and failed to summon the courage to ask what that subject was, but Pryce forced the question.
“And do you know what that item was?”
“Erm, I’m afraid not.”
“Interesting, because as it happens, it pertained directly to your sector.”
That was precisely what Maketh was afraid of. She had been stunned that the recent and noticeable influx of Rebel activity in her sector hadn’t been on the docket during any of her appointments that day, and the situation wasn’t lost on Maketh either. Indeed, she had been working night and day to put an end to the insurgents and so when she found that the subject seemed to absent from the conference, Tua had hoped that she might have done a good enough job that no one would feel the need to address it.
“I wasn’t made aware of such discussion,” Maketh attempted to recover, “There must have been some mistake.” Suddenly, Pryce placed her hand on the back of Tua’s head. Maketh winced, her breathing quickened, she was terrified.
“No, Minister, it was no mistake.”
“...n-no?”
And that was when Pryce’s other hand smacked itself harshly onto Maketh’s thigh. Tua was choking back horrified tears as Pryce leaned in next to her.
“We’ve heard the reports,” Pryce murmured as her grip tightened around Tua’s neck and inner thigh, “ISB is extremely thorough.” Pryce’s hand worked its way up the back of Tua’s neck, gripping the back of her head firmly, as the other began massaging Maketh’s inner lips. “Stolen rations are one thing, but stolen fighters? Stolen disruptors?” Then all at once, Governor Pryce wrapped one arm around Maketh’s leg, brought her to her feet by her head, spun her around and pinned her against the wall. “Un. Acceptable.”
“Governor, please!” Tua cried, and Pryce responded with a fierce smack against Maketh’s thick buttocks. Tua let out a high pitched whimper as her fingers curled in response. Desperately, hopelessly, she let on leg kick up against the air. Pryce caught it instantly, and pushed her even further into the wall.
“Perhaps I haven’t made myself quite clear,” Pryce shot back. “Droid!”
Maketh heard something carelessly bumping against the door, and out of the corner of her eye, she could just make out a stout non human figure parting its way through the steam. At Pryce’s command, the droid which had previously been stationed outside the room had now entered. Tua could hear the whirring of its gears and servos as it extended one of its many tendrils towards Pryce. Suddenly, Maketh felt Pryce’s grip leave her neck, and her arm unwrap itself from her leg. She lowered her leg to the floor to support herself, but moved no further. She was too frightened to even dare. Then came three harsh lashings against the top of her buttocks, still pink from Pryce’s previous spanking.
“UN-”
“-AC-”
“-CEPTABLE!”
The fragments of the word came down with each lashing and were equally as harsh, but what Maketh wasn’t Pryce’s hand. It was a sensation all too familiar to her, from her days of being privately tutored at the academy. The droid had handed Pryce a leather crop of the kind that had been permanently seared into Tua’s memory. In all the years and all the distance that had been placed between her and those memories, the sting of leather against her delicate flesh wasn’t an ounce less painful.  Pryce relented with one last vicious smack of the crop horizontally across Tua’s blistering red buttocks. At this point, Maketh could scarcely summon a whimper.
Pryce now stood in the middle of the room. Despite that, Tua was still contorted in the same position, bent over with her hands and elbows pinned against the wall, with her legs spreading just enough to reveal her plump lips.
“Come to me.” Pryce beckoned, her tone hushed but no less menacing. A wince spread across Maketh’s face, she shut her eyes as hard as she possibly as she stood up and spun around on her heels. With her fists clenched tightly at her sides, Tua approached. Gripping the crop between her pinkie and ring finger, Pryce extended both hands to Tua’s shoulders, and forced her to her knees. Tua opened her eyes, her mouth was agape as she tilted her head ever so slightly upward. Then with one foot, Pryce pushed Maketh’s back onto the floor. Tua began to weep, she couldn’t hold herself back any longer. Pryce merely rolled her eyes as she walked up alongside her, then straddled herself above Maketh’s torso and bent her knees until she had seated herself onto Tua’s anguished face. Maketh was at once repulsed and mortified, her field of vision was of a single sliver of light poking out from atop a pale mass casting its enormous shadow. Pryce’s moistened vagina was just below Tua’s mouth and worse still, Maketh’s nose was now rubbing itself against Pryce’s anus. Beads of sweat were still running off Pryce’s back and down her buttocks. The stench was abhorrently thick. Then she felt the crop smack her flesh once again, this time tapping her repeatedly just above the clitoris.
“Droid.” Pryce ordered firmly.
Tua made a confused sort of grunt from underneath Pryce’s weight. Pryce forced herself further into Tua’s face in response, to which Maketh let out a whimper. Then Pryce tilted her head down.
“Lick me.”
She needn’t say anything further, Maketh knew the command was directed towards her. That was when Tua felt something force its way inside both her vagina and anus, accompanied by the whirring and buzzing of gears and servos, and she realized to her dismay what task Pryce had commanded the droid to perform. She was in pain, excruciating pain, she began to wail but her cries were muffled to the point of being unnoticeable. Pryce spoke again through clenched teeth, just loud enough to be heard above the droid’s racquet.
“Must I repeat myself, Minister?”
Defeated, Tua extended her tongue between Pryce’s inner lips, followed by another. Pryce let out an inaudible moan. No longer pretending not to enjoy herself, she propped her elbows up on top of the bench behind her and slowly began to grind herself against Maketh’s face. After a while, Tua stopped noticing the pain of the droid’s artificial penetration or the disgust at Pryce’s malodorous parts. In fact, she felt nothing. Nothing on the conscious level. She was incapable, she no longer had the energy. Pryce was enjoying herself immensely however, as she forced Maketh to penetrate with her tongue. Her grinding was growing more and more intense. Worse still for Tua, the droid’s implements felt as though they were starting to penetrate both of her delicate holes even faster and deeper. Maketh began writhing on the floor, she was going through complete sensory overload. The steam, once soothing, now felt as if it were burning her skin, and the overwhelming noxious stench of Pryce’s bottom combined with the droid’s vicious pounding was simply too much for her to even comprehend. Finally, Pryce ceased her grinding, grabbed Maketh by the back of her head and pushed Tua’s nose as deep inside her rectum as possible, and as something splashed against her chest and stomach and the droid’s implements retracted, Maketh finally felt release. However, she extracted no pleasure from it. She could scarcely perceive what had happened at all.
Pryce lowered Tua’s head before relaxing herself into her face one last time as she let out a long exhale, then stood up. Maketh lay on the floor with her arms spread, practically motionless with a shattered expression. Pryce opened the door, the droid swiveling itself to follow when suddenly, she paused. She reached for something just outside the door, then turned her head towards Tua and spoke.
“We expect results.”
She flung a towel at Maketh and marched away indignantly.