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>>2057 Okay, but I'm drunk while doing this, so take it with a grain of salt.
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Cortana can vaguely remember that life used to be much more complicated than this. It was all a mix of motivations, personalities, worries, problems... but at moments like this, it's hard to focus on the past.
Cortana can hardly think through the fog of pleasure clouding her mind. She is being ridden harder than she can ever remember, GLaDOS's hips slamming into her own at just the right pace to drive her insane, the strap-on filling her perfectly on each thrust. The cuffs bite into her wrists and the ropes around her ankles cut into her skin, her back aches from being bent over for so long and her tongue is going numb from the effort of getting her friend off, but she can't feel any of that. She hasn't been told to feel the pleasure or the pain, hasn't been given permission to lift her head from between EDI's legs, hasn't yet finished her work here.
The long pale legs wrapped around her head are starting to tremble, and she knows from experience what this means. EDI will ask, beg, plead with her to stop, then threaten her with every punishment she can think of if she doesn't keep going; delicate teal fingers will tangle in Cortana's short blue hair, and EDI's breath will hitch; she will give one great final shudder, cry out in a vocoded screech, and after a few seconds of silence and stillness start to relax, her desperate panting slowing down as the tension that has built up in her body slowly ebbs out.
She will hold Cortana down for a while, as she tends to do, and as Cortana likes, while GLaDOS steps up her pace; Cortana will gasp and moan and bite EDI's thigh in a desperate attempt to stay silent, fail miserably, whimper GLaDOS's name, plead with her to go faster, deeper, harder. She will lavish praise on her tormentor, thank her for the teasing, the torture, the fucking she's receiving, because she knows that GLaDOS loves to be thanked for this, loves to make Cortana degrade herself. And, if she pleased EDI enough, and if she says everything GLaDOS tells her to, she will get to cum with her face buried between EDI's legs.
She knows she might not earn that reward; maybe she displeases EDI by going too slow, or maybe she doesn't worship GLaDOS exactly the way she likes. Maybe they just want to be mean to their slave; they've done that before, whipped her and teased her for hours without release just to see how desperate Cortana would get, how much they could get her to beg.
To Cortana, none of that matters. Since she gave up control to these two, things are so much simpler, so much easier, so much nicer: she serves. She obeys. She is rewarded if she deserves it, and punished if she doesn't. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
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