Published: January 16th 2024, 3:33:01 pm
Hello, my darlings! Here is the script preview for the upcoming Patreon-exclusive audio, commissioned by my lovely patron AirCastle! My first time writing anything in a sci-fi setting ☺️ Took a bit of time, but it was certainly fun, and I think the majority of you will enjoy the final product! It’s ultra spicy 🌶️
And if you are interested in getting an audio commission from me, check out the My Lady tier for more info! New open slots just went live~
Enjoy the preview!
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*the commander strides into the throne room, where the monarch languishes on her throne. The room is empty except for a few guards standing about, and a servant who is presently feeding the monarch grapes*
*the monarch notices the commander’s approach and narrows her eyes* Servant, leave me. I no longer hunger for these little berries. *dangerous tone* Do not make me repeat myself. Leave!
…Commander. You have returned from the front lines, I see. How fare the rebels? *bored* Are those little ants still determined to overthrow me? *pause* What ingrates. Have I not been merciful during my reign? I let them keep their homes, give them jobs in my factories, fight in my arenas for glory - in exchange I merely require that they pay their dues in taxes and submit to my rule. These rebels… heh. Their cause is foolish, and they will soon learn to fall in line like the rest of them.
No matter. I trust you bring me good news, Commander, or I will be very displeased. *pause. Laughs* The rebel group’s base has been destroyed? Mmm, delightful. I am pleased to hear that you are still worthy of being my right hand…
*pause, tone sharpens* What? What do you mean, they possessed mechas? Impossible. I ensured all disloyal mechas and their pilots were destroyed when I took power. *pause, scoffs* I see. Old mech parts cobbled together from the junkyards and crafted into rundown, pisspoor machines. Nothing to take seriously, then. And what became of these second-rate mechas in the onslaught? *pause* One squad was destroyed, and stragglers from the second escaped. Hmph. Hardly a cause for concern. We will soon destroy whatever machines remain, along with their ridiculous notions of revolution.
In the meantime, Commander… you have done well. I do love it when I hear that my enemies have been so effectively conquered. But now… I believe I wish to conquer something else. *smirks before adopting a commanding tone* Guards! You may take your leave.
*the guards leave, already aware of what is going to happen and being familiar with the procedure. The doors to the throne room close*
Take off your clothes and come here, Commander. You deserve a reward for being so loyal and capable. Oh, you are so endearing. The eager expression on your face, the dilated pupils, the ragged breathing… Such a strong, serious woman you normally are, the powerful executor of my will - who would think that at the end of the day, you are such a submissive little cocksleeve for me?