Lux is bound to a strange mechanism

Set the Scene: Captured again, Lux is brought before the outcast leader.

Complication: [4] An NPC acts suddenly | Altered Scene: [5] Altered | Alteration: [2] The environment is different

The outcasts have heavily modified the Great Machine's mechanisms.

Generic Generator: What are they new additions like? | What it does: [TS] Take (mystical) | How it looks: [9D] Unsavory (technical) | How significant: [6] Extraordinary

Lux is strapped into the outcast's device: A torturous machine for draining magical power.

The cold sensation of metal against her skin is what spurs Lux back toward consciousness. Again, she awakens to a deep ache in her bones – only much worse, this time. Beaten, choked, shocked and – she has to admit it to herself – ****, her body is at its limit. She’s not sure if she could physically lift a finger to defend herself at this point.

Even opening her eyes is painful, in the glare of strange yellow-orange lamps. She finds herself lying at an angle, restrained in some kind of metal grip; from this position, she can’t tell much except that she’s being help down by her waist and hips, her arms and legs hanging down loose. Her stomach sinks as she realises she has been stripped naked yet again, and this time, it happened while she was **** – she chokes down a sob of horror at what might have been done to her during that time while she was completely unaware.

A face appears in her view – an older man, dressed similarly to the outcasts she’s seen, but wearing an odd metal cap with wires connecting to the nearby machinery. He regards her with contempt and a kind of curiosity – a kind that makes Lux very uncomfortable. She tries feebly to lift her arms to cover her exposed breasts, but has to give up.

“I was wondering why there was so much muttering going on about an outsider in the complex,” he says. “And now you deliver yourself to me, where you can finally be useful.”

Lux’s voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “What – what do you want from me?”

“The Machine’s minions have put up a feeble defence of their home, but they have so far succeeded in cutting off the supply of energy I need to run the main systems,” the man says. Lux isn’t even sure if he heard her, or if he’s just continuing to brag. “Emergency backups can only get me so far. So I have devised an alternative means of generating power – and you will be the source.”

The restraints holding Lux begin to move, lifting her upright. Two metal probes extend down from above, coming to rest against her protruding breasts, and she gasps as something cold also touches between her legs, moving against her clit.

“I understand you’ve experienced the collars before. The accursed Machine made them to deal with magic-users, draining away magical power and using it to suppress the wearer’s willpower. A design with potential, but limited by the Machine’s lack of vision.” The outcast gestures to indicate the mechanisms all around. “With the power boosted, and a proper negative energy relay, I can convert not only magic, but life **** itself into raw power. And while my previous test subjects had little energy to give, you – you will be a more than plentiful source.”

Lux whimpers as a deep hum starts within the machinery. “Please – wait, please – don’t do this – ” Her words are barely audible over the noise of the device powering up…