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A2 likes to think of herself as a survivor rather than a killer. Not that her logic circuits often give her the chance to think of herself that way, but still. So when she manages to get the drop on the insufferable knockoff called 2B, she doesn't go straight in for a finishing blow. Before she can react, there's a sword inches away from her black box. If you knew what I knew kid, you'd be BEGGING me to. "Boy wonder not around?" A2 asks, keeping an ear peeled for any unexplained noises behind her.
The copycat swallows hard. "No." she says in a curious voice. And that's all.
"Good. He's always such a pain to deal with." A2 gives her knockoff a particularly cruel stare. "But then you know that better than I do, don't you."
That was a mistake. The knockoff hurls herself forward, as if she KNEW that A2 hadn't been planning on killing her this time, and A2 has to drop the sword to avoid skewering her, whirling out of reach of the madly outstretching hands and landing a swift punch to her stomach that drives the wind from her sails. As she doubles over; incapacitated, but not for long; A2 readies the ace she'd been developing (with only a little help): rope laced with signal fiber specially treated to obscure the frequency of a black box. First and most important is securing the arms. A2 wonders who she has to thank for the fact that it goes off without a hitch. Sure, Jackass may have been a little too eager to impart their 'wisdom' gained from all their years of thankless service, but even a half-winded Executioner should be able to come up with some way to try and fight her off.
Whatever. If they both need to let off stress, she's not about to look a gift [w]hor[s]e in the mouth. She hurries up and does the rest the way Jackass had demonstrated and hoists her over her shoulder, the knockoff only offering token resistance all the while. "Wherever...you take me...they're going to ... find...you..." she groans.
"That's what the rope's for. Now shut up and be a good bitch the way YoRHa teaches you."
Unfortunately A2's luck seems to run out there. As her strength comes back the copycat keeps trying to talk, wondering why A2 betrayed Command and all sorts of other questions she does not want to answer under any circumstances, so a few minutes later she has to set her down on her own two feet and use the last of the rope to gag her. 2B snaps her teeth at A2's fingers when she makes another mistake by moving them too close, and A2 immediately shoulder-checks the knockoff into the wall, pointing a stern finger well out of harm's way. "Do that again, and you're losin' 'em." she growls. She may not be able to see the copycat's eyes, but she can FEEL the intensity of her stare. She made an enemy out of her with that crack about boy wonder.
Later that day, in the safehouse she's only reasonably certain 2B wasn't memorizing the route to, as she sits with her legs wrapped around her neck and chin to keep her quiet (the knockoff gnawed through the rope, blast her), A2 begins to speak again. "So here's the deal. I know, you get a deal. Lucky you. I never got one. Probably first time for you too, huh?" 2B says nothing. Even if she could, she'd probably still have said nothing. "I need to fuck. Combat procedures only get me so far any more. Help me out, and I won't kill you. Just leave you someplace nice and public for YoRHa to find once I've had my fun. What do you say?" 2B still doesn't say anything. "Oh. Right. Shit. Uh. Can you...nod once for yes, shake your head for no? Again, probably gonna be the last time you're gonna be able to move your head if you do say no."
Time seems to slow down as 2B silently considers her options. I shouldn't do it. Better death than surrender. I can... She pulls herself away from thinking about him before it's too late. But...I made a promise. And if all it takes to live up to that promise is to be who I am, then... She nods once. A2 smiles, barely visible in the dim light, and moves aside the tattered cloth covering her nethers. "Smart move. Now get to it. I've been on pins and needles all day."
If 2B strains, she can just barely touch her tongue to the older unit's pussy. This seems to do the trick however, as the moment she does so A2 grabs her head and pulls her in closer so that she can begin her task in earnest. After only a minute A2 cums, clamping her thighs around 2B's head so tight she thinks she's about to die anyway. Then A2's leg begins to twitch, tapping out a staccato beat on 2B's back, which she realizes she can still feel. Then A2 lets go with an exhausted sigh that 2B can see rather than hear; though her auditory sensors are uncovered, they've yet to forcibly readjust themselves. A2 sits there with an expression so glazed it's enough to make 2B think SHE somehow died. Finally, just as 2B is getting sore, the older unit stirs. "Ugh. Needed that. Thanks...whatsyourface." She almost seems as if she's about to pat 2B on the head before scooping her into her arms and making on still trembling legs for the door.
Two knocks. Short and sharp. "Come." the Commander says, and the door opens. 2B stands at the threshold. Only one arm held behind her back betrays her anxiety. The Commander turns. She raises an eyebrow. "Let me see." 2B gulps and holds out her hands in front of her, both of which are empty. "I didn't think you would be foolish enough to bring your weapon in here. You're normally very good about executing my orders." The Commander takes her by one wrist, drawing her deeper into the unused storage room. The door whisks shut behind the Executioner.
The Commander lets go, leaving 2B with an unusual sense of pressure inside her, as if there's something she's missing. "Do you know why you're here?"
"I assumed it was because of my encounter with the renegade unit known as A2." 2B says, as calmly as she is able to.
"You are correct." In one swift motion the Commander draws her riding crop and places the tip under 2B's chin. "But do you know what happens when you make assumptions?" 2B can't even swallow. Her breath is caught in her throat, right where the riding crop is touching her. "You become an ass to me. 2. E." The humming of the Bunker's machinery is loud inside her ears. Is there a malfunction somewhere? "What happened?"
"She- She overpowered me. I w- I was fortunate that I w- That I was able t- To escape."
The Commander's lips work. Finally, she says in a strangled whisper, "Strip."
"Sir?"
"We're alone here. Strip." 2B hastens to do as she is ordered, but the complicated manner in which the uniform is designed, not to mention the abnormal shaking of her hands, makes progress slow. Not that the Commander seems to mind. Her expression stern as ever, she watches as 2B unfastens her skirt, unbuttons her blouse, and leaves it all in a rumpled pile on the floor in her haste to follow orders. Soon she stands at attention, fully exposed to the cold sterile atmosphere. The Commander's gaze seems to linger on her hips for a moment before the older woman says, "We've already decrypted your records. Not only did you fail to put up any sort of struggle against the renegade, but you assisted her in sexual matters while you were bound and tied in a manner ill-befitting a YoRHa member. In short..." The Commander smacks her riding crop meaningfully against her other hand. "You failed to follow orders, including one of the standing instructions regarding said renegade. Kill. On. Sight."
2B stammers, "If- If the black box signal was- Was being masked, then it- It would stand to reason that the NFS- the NFC-"
"NO. No more excuses." The Commander steps to one side, revealing, of all things, a bed behind her. "This is not for sleeping purposes. Do you understand me?"
"...yes sir."
"Louder, 2E."
"Yes sir!"
"Good. Now bend over." Reluctantly 2B does, angling her large white bottom that she and other designated combat units have in common upward slightly. "This isn't a common punishment, but the reference files for it should still be in your databanks. Do you have them?"
"Yes sir!"
"Maintain YoRHa salute while keeping count with the number of strikes." Hastily 2B brings her arm to chest level. Every artificial fiber of her very naked body is tensed, ready for the first blow. "Relax, 2E. It'll hurt less that way." the Commander advises her. Once 2B has followed that piece of advice, the Commander places the riding crop gently across her buttocks and she jumps. "Maintain salute" comes the firm reminder. Emotion is prohibited, 2B tells herself as she returns her arm to the salute.
CRACK! The first swish of the crop lands right on target. 2B bites her plump lower lip to keep from crying out. "One sir!" she says dutifully. The Commander nods before rearing back. CRACK! "Two! Sir!" Her pale cheeks are already turning pink, unused to this sort of pain.
"When we downloaded your recordings-"
CRACK! "THREE SIR!"
"-I had the Operators disable the algorithms enabling you to derive pleasure from combat."
CRACK! "FOur! Sir!"
"In case you had any preconceived notions of enjoying this."
CRACK! "Five sirrr!"
The Commander pauses to admire her handiwork, and to rub it in, savoring the way 2B's ass (always the envy of the operating room) quivers beneath her touch. "Halfway there. Don't give up on me yet, 2E. This battle can be won, if we are brave enough to persevere."
2B's whole body shivers despite the use of her official title. "Yes sir. I understand."
The last five come one after the other, almost too fast for 2B to keep track. CRACK! "SIX!" CRACK! "SEVEN!" CRACK! "EIGHT!" CRACK! "NINE!" CRACK! "TEN! TEN SIR!" She all but collapses in relief, only to find the Commander's hands on her again, squeezing, prying apart, as if for-
"I lied." the Commander says before she shoves her penis in and 2B's back arches in ecstasy. "There is no S.O.P for this. And it is-" She grunts. "-impossible to disable those algorithms." She pushes herself in as far as she will go and leaves it there while she says, "You're just a slut like that, 2E. Eager to please."
2B is squirming, desperate for release. "Yes! Yes DADDY!"
"This can be our secret. These recordings won't have to be downloaded."
"Yeeeess!"
"Meaning that- Whenever you're bad-" She swats one of the marks that the crop left behind.
"Oh!" 2B spasms around her as she orgasms.
"But don't- Take this as encourage- ment-" The Commander cums as well, emptying herself deep inside of 2B's pussy, and whatever she had been about to say is entirely forgotten.
"No- No, daddy. I won't disobey." 2B whimpers again, and the Commander wishes she could be kind just this once.
Well...
The recordings are off...
She presses a kiss to her subordinate's temple. "Good girl, 2B."