You play safe and start small, until the Duchess pays a visit.

Over the next few weeks, you begin to get settled in, while still a prisoner you had to admit the conditions were a huge step up from the harsher living you had just over a month ago. Although having a big strong green woman, with a big dick to help pass the time and share a bed definitely helped. The rest of the women you shared the block with seemed to keep to themselves, for the most part, keeping things civil enough, but still keeping a distance. The only two you seemed to get anything more than casual greetings from are the two you and Gab beat in your first game.

You decided to take it easy with the first few weeks, taking the low-risk games, which mostly seemed to boil down to various sparring matches with other girls. Sometimes you were partnered up with Gab, other times you were on your own.

You won more than you had lost and had acquired a few decorative trinkets for the room you shared with Gab, something that made the room feel a bit more like home than a hotel room come prison cell. The one thing that remained unchanged was the viewing screen, the large dark expanse beyond serving as the reminder of where you really were, lest you become complacent with the comfort.

You were just showering off from your latest victory, waking out with just a towel wrapped around your head, looking forward to a nice post game work out with Gab. You saunter out of the bathroom and turn to face the bed expecting to see Gab waiting for you as naked as you were. Instead you saw that she was sat upright, and still dressed. You followed her line of sight and found that you had a visitor, and you instinctively moved to cover yourself up.

“Oh come now, don’t let me interrupt your normal routine,” The Dutchess says in her cold tone. An anger boils up inside of you, as you see the woman sat on your bed, in her fine clothing and the superior air that exuded from her.

It took every ounce of willpower for you not to run at her as she sat there, you didn’t even care how many personal defence drones that might have been lurking. “So how is it I’m supposed to address you again? Was it mistress or something?” You asked taking a petulant tone. If you couldn’t attack The dutchess then you could at least hope you could piss her off by disrespecting her.

“Just the Duchess shall suffice, although by all means keep up that rebellious spirit I do so love,” The Dutchess replies with a cold smile on her soft features, while she neatened a crease in her black silk weave dress.

“So what do we owe the pleasure?” You ask walking over and taking a seat next to Gab, facing The Dutchess.

“Well I have a special gift for you for you’re 20th victory, and I thought I’d deliver it in person,” The Dutchess replies gesturing to a metal box by the foot of your bed.

“That’s awfully kind of you, I’m guessing not everyone gets this kind of special treatment,” You reply with a suspicious tone.

“Very perceptive of you, I knew there lurked a sharp mind within that wonderful frame of yours,” The Dutchess says with a cold laugh.

“So the real reason you’re here,” You ask matter of factly.

“Well consider my gift somewhat of bribe to help convince you to play for so much more than these quaint decorations,” The Dutchess replies, making a long sweeping gesture to the various mechanical novelties you had an amassed from your winnings, all of which had some key components which would be useful if you could get some decent tools to dismantle them with.

“How thoughtful of you to tailor make my bribe, and tender it in person,” You reply sourly.

“Oh come now, at least see your prize before layering me with that scorn,” The dutchess replies with a smile. Your inability to shake her infuriating you slightly.

You decide not to answer her and instead humour your captor by walking over to the metal crate. When you get within a few feet of the dutchess two drones materialise into view and track your movement with some unpleasant looking weapons. You stop and stare for a moment, the drones making not a trace of sound as they hover in mid-air. Personal defence drones were a rarity even for the rich and elite of the core world, but ones that could cloak and make no sound, that was far beyond the reach of even the most connected and richest citizens.

You decide to focus your attention back on the box, anything to remove yourself from how unnerved the drones made you question just how connected your captor was. You kneel down, and open the latch on the crate, giving Gab a great view of your shapely ass, although you couldn’t tell if she was looking or not. You glimpse in at the contents, which at first seem to be some **** which was rare in itself as it was something you couldn’t distil from the kitchens. However, the rest of the contents and its centrepiece made you stare in disbelief.

“That’s impossible,” You murmur to yourself, starring up at the dutchess.

“I do find the term impossible tends to be misused so much these days,” The dutchess replies with a grin.

You look back in the crate and find your personal belongings from before you had captured, not the tools and useful items, but the few trinkets from home, the last keepsakes of your mother. You had privately mourned their loss in the first week here, but to sense of relief to have them again was overwhelming.

The one item that really had you stunned was the holo of a woman wearing an identical necklace to the one your mother had left you, the one also tucked in the same crate. Only this person wasn’t your mother, they shared features sure, looked incredibly similar, she had to be a relative. The reason this was impossible, was that your mother had told you that her whole family had died in some outbreak. She herself had been sent out as the last healthy member of her family.

It was like there was suddenly something filling a void within you, suddenly you weren’t quite alone in the universe. To have something like that revealed now was so cruel, or at least it would have been to anyone else, but to you, it was just another reason to escape.

“Who is she?” You ask standing up and walking towards the Dutchess, not even deterred by the lasers now dancing across your body, as the drones awaiting you to fulfil a parameter to shoot.

“I believe she is the last of your kin, but if you want to hear more, then you’re going to have to take the higher risk games. Participate in at least 10 medium games within 4 weeks, alone or with your fine friend here, and I’ll visit again,” the dutchess offers waving a hand to her drones, which glide back, weapons retracting into their ports.

“Do I have to win or just participate?” You ask after a moments pause.

“It matters little to me, but I believe it’s in your interest to win, you can use the rewards to try and further your escape plan,” The dutchess replies, while you look at her with a shocked look.

“How....” You begin to ask before the dutchess silences you with a hand wave.

“My dear, everyone one here wants to be free, and when they are as clever and resourceful as yourself, then they try and expedite that freedom.” The dutchess replies in a cool tone, “To be honest with you, I’d of been frightfully disappointed in you, if you weren’t trying to escape,” The dutchess continues.

“Glad to not disappoint then,” You reply with a smile of your own.

“So do we have an accord?” The dutchess asks, gesturing to the crate