Yuki is captured and enslaved

Click.

Cl-Cl-Click.

What th--!?

Before she can complete the thought, Yuki realizes the trigger is jammed. It hadn't lit.

The icon on on her blaster wasn't green, accepting her DNA, nor red. It was disabled. The Maraxxians at the door, they hadn't scanned her for weapons. They had disabled them.

The stun-spears light around her, and the Maraxxians mandibles palpitated as they lunge with them.

The first stun spear comes from behind, striking her shoulder. She had been stunned before, anyone else would've fallen there and then--but the Blue Rose persevered. Knocking away the spear, and delivering a fatal blow that loosens one of the Maraxxian's mandibles before taking off down the steps.

Her score was lost, but she could still escape with her life. The second stun spear comes the front, thrown from a Maraxxian who's wings beat over the party floor. She cries out, briefly, before the neurotoxin catches up to her lungs, stealing her voice. The pain is brief, doing it's voltaic work throughout her body, until the sensation - all sensation - ceased.

She collapses, knocking over a table spilling the food and drink. The world blurs. And the last thing Yuki remembers hearing is the rumble of Soddorom's laughter.

Well shit. She thinks, I knew I should've gone with poison.

Yuki--the Jade Assassin feels her eyes open, but no light graces her. The Maraxxians--

She tries to flee but her wrists are pierced with white pain. Bound over her head. She is hanging from the ceiling. Her feet barely touching the floor. It is moist. The entire room had a hot odor, and reeks of sweat and perfume.

The room, like most of the Palace’s interior looks half dungeon, half bedroom. Stone walls, golden in the torchlight, chains, hard woods, juxtaposed with silver chalices and pitchers, and red velvet drapes and carpets.

A bead of sweat travels down the small of her back in the torch heat, and settles where her ass hangs bare.

While Yuki slept, she was dolled up. Make-up applied by other **** girls, and black lipstick. Her blue tipped hair fashioned into two ponytails. Her bare tits only covered with golden pasties bound together by a lazy gold chain. A g-string veiled with wispy transparent cloth. And to make matters worse her throat is clasped ever so tightly with a thick golden collar with a chain link. Yuki would recognize it anywhere. A T7 **** collar, with remote detonation built in--compatible with all slaving applications and games outside treaty space. It is vulgar, tasteless and leaves nothing to the imagination.

An outfit befitting a **** girl.