Name Saevus

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Your old glitching mate is far away, you are alone, so I decided to keep you company,” - Saevus chuckled, coming closer and putting his hand on the cybervore’s ankle. So fragile… Saevus could’ve taken it into his fist and crush it by merey squeezing the fingers. He hand traveled along the inner side of the leg to the knee and then to the thigh.

“Don’t worry, no one is going to disturb us. I have already arranged everything, so no one finds out when I am going to do to you. Not even your precious and loved Carotis,” - these words were an obvious mock, as there was no one in the whole facility to not know how much did the cybervores hate Carotis, and, if honestly, Saevus couldn’t blame them for it. He’d actually be very glad to spike Carotis, too, especially if the scientist would be tied up and with a good, strong vibe in his valve. But that had to be saved for a later time. He’d have Carotis, too, but much later. This time, he had a far more tempting prey. The fingers brushed against the smooth interface panel. “I am not into foreplay, cub, so open up now.”

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“Could you please stay with us for a while? Won’t it be a bother to you?” - Saevus asked politely. His sons didn’t make a sound, watching the lovely frames, long legs and temptingly pretty afts with eager interest.

They came here in order to fetch a slut for the evening, - the scheme was rather simple: come to the “bar’, study the choices, then snatch the most lovely one away and use them all you want. The specifics of Saevus’ so-called job required to never work for anyone and never pay with money to anyone but the equals - the other thiefs and robbers. Especially for the sluts. The sluts were the possessions, not workers. And Saevus was sure he had already made his choice. There were many handsome mechs around here, but this one was not like the others… there was something strangely pristine about him, something sweet and innocent. Maybe those cute stubby wings were to blame? They looked like those of a jet fledgling. Maybe he was one?.. “We are here for the first time, so we’re in a need for a good advice,” - Saevus said kindly. - “Could you please provide us with one?”

℘╼ Smiling softly, he nodded and put the tray close to his cockpit. ”Of course, sir.” Taking the empty chair, he sat down modestly. He was here to provide advice and not to serve as lapwarmer, so he acted as professionally as he could. Also, he was not on the regular rooster today. A shame. “Do you need help with the drinks or with the other attractions?” Gust took the datapad and patted at the screen, onlining the menu and presenting to the bigger mech. His wings were hiked up high and moving slowly, as the flier still felt energetic so early in the evening. Mech’s voice was soft and somehow pushed him to do his best and proceed to point at the choices.

“When it comes to drinks, I can only make recommendation depending on what you and your friends like, sir.” He flipped few paces of the menu. “Still, I’d hightly recommend this one. It’s our bar’s premiom blend of highgrade. It’s rather thick and strong-scented though, so not all the mechs like it. we also have generic high-grades of great quality for all mech’s tastes. For more expert palates and strong processors, we offer Tarnian Nightmare Fuel.” Gust prattled on, showing different kinds of fuel. “When it comes to other services… It’s all up to you, sir. I can only try suggest the right mech for your tastes, kinks and wishes.”

Saevus listened to the young sweet slut's babbling without any attention, though faking one very well. Slowly, he reached out to the jet's hands and took the into his large, strong ones: it usually helped to create the illusion of friendlyness and lessen the tension. I am your friend, we're holding hands, I am holding your hands gently, - see? It always worked... "I am very thankful to you for your kindness, but, apparently, it's exactly about the mech's services. Me and my sons," - he nodded at the two mechs still playing average clients of the brothel, - "like to have fun together, sharing a partner. So we need a very endurant mech. A one that would not be damaged by triple penetration. But at the same time he has to look fragile and graceful. annnnd... consider this to be a specific kink, but we love to make our partners feel good this way. Do you have anyone suitable for this?"

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After the deal was set, Saevus headed to the room where his promised prize was kept. First, he thought to take Lobe, but the rebellious old glitch was guarded too well. Only then did Saevus understand, how much wised the destiny was, allowing him to have someone young, fresh and obedient (at the moment, at least) for the night. he had many opportunities to frag Trepan, but none of them was used due to the variety of reasons. This time, Saevus was going to finally get his spike into the beauty’s little valve, no matter whether Trepan wanted that or not. As the mech Saevus had arranged the whole thing with had promised, Trepan was in a laboratory, tied to the berth (his belly seemed even bigger like that, and Saevus would’ve bet the weight of the newborn made that desired precious place even tighter) and probably sleeping. Or wasn’t he?.. Saevus opened the door and came in. The door shut with a soft sighing sound, separating them from the world outside.

Trepan looked up as he heard the door. He hadn’t slept all night, but his whole body tensed as he saw who had entered.

„What are you doing here?“, he demanded to know, his gaze jumping to the door, waiting for Carotis to follow. The door didn’t move again though.

Being alone with Saevus was the one thing he didn’t want and he pulled at his restraints, but his legs were bound tightly to the berth.

"Your old glitching mate is far away, you are alone, so I decided to keep you company," - Saevus chuckled, coming closer and putting his hand on the cybervore's ankle. So fragile... Saevus could've taken it into his fist and crush it by merey squeezing the fingers. He hand traveled along the inner side of the leg to the knee and then to the thigh. "Don't worry, no one is going to disturb us. I have already arranged everything, so no one finds out when I am going to do to you. Not even your precious and loved Carotis,'' - these words were an obvious mock, as there was no one in the whole facility to not know how much did the cybervores hate Carotis, and, if honestly, Saevus couldn't blame them for it. He'd actually be very glad to spike Carotis, too, especially if the scientist would be tied up and with a good, strong vibe in his valve. But that had to be saved for a later time. He'd have Carotis, too, but much later. This time, he had a far more tempting prey. The fingers brushed against the smooth interface panel. "I am not into foreplay, cub, so open up now."

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early evenings

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℘╼ The early evening was no very exciting. That time of the day was never busy. Not like the mornind and afternoon when you know it’s not supposed to be busy at all as the ‘bar’ was closed, but after the opening in the evening, there was still that ‘buffer zone’ time that made everyone if not upset, then at least nervous. All since the buisness should be spinning and there was nothing happening.

Getting first clients for the night was always exciting and pulled everyone out of the state of angry stupor. Gust moved energetically between tables to give the datapads with menu and then to fetch drinks. The menu consisted of drinks and list of currently available mechs and it was updated each time a mech was taken, replaced or released from duty. “How could I servo you?” The flier bent nicely, his short-cut wings twitching from early-evening’s excitement as he put the datapads on the table in front of the new clients.

"Could you please stay with us for a while? Won't it be a bother to you?" - Saevus asked politely. His sons didn't make a sound, watching the lovely frames, long legs and temptingly pretty afts with eager interest. They came here in order to fetch a slut for the evening, - the scheme was rather simple: come to the "bar', study the choices, then snatch the most lovely one away and use them all you want. The specifics of Saevus' so-called job required to never work for anyone and never pay with money to anyone but the equals - the other thiefs and robbers. Especially for the sluts. The sluts were the possessions, not workers. And Saevus was sure he had already made his choice. There were many handsome mechs around here, but this one was not like the others... there was something strangely pristine about him, something sweet and innocent. Maybe those cute stubby wings were to blame? They looked like those of a jet fledgling. Maybe he was one?.. "We are here for the first time, so we're in a need for a good advice," - Saevus said kindly. - "Could you please provide us with one?"

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After the deal was set, Saevus headed to the room where his promised prize was kept. First, he thought to take Lobe, but the rebellious old glitch was guarded too well. Only then did Saevus understand, how much wised the destiny was, allowing him to have someone young, fresh and obedient (at the moment, at least) for the night. he had many opportunities to frag Trepan, but none of them was used due to the variety of reasons. This time, Saevus was going to finally get his spike into the beauty's little valve, no matter whether Trepan wanted that or not. As the mech Saevus had arranged the whole thing with had promised, Trepan was in a laboratory, tied to the berth (his belly seemed even bigger like that, and Saevus would've bet the weight of the newborn made that desired precious place even tighter) and probably sleeping. Or wasn't he?.. Saevus opened the door and came in. The door shut with a soft sighing sound, separating them from the world outside.

❀ ❝ Sorry this place is packed fuller than a can of cyberfish. ❞ The femme apologized, approaching his booth from the thick crowd of patrons. Maybe it was just Freewire, but tonight seemed buisier than most nights. ❝ Can I get you anything? ❞

You can get your cute little aft away from here, so noone would be tempted to grab you and take you away all for themselves.

[[ I am so sorry, but your muse is so cute, I can’t hurt her! ]]

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The tanks laughed.

Audax stopped torturing the tender little thing in a minute, - after all the body of their victim started writhing due to the intense stimulation. After this, they simply took the sponges and started bathing themselves and washing their prey. They knew Trepan would regain control over his ability to move soon, so they bound his ankles, taking the possibility to run away from him. They were gentle now: not because of tenderness or pity, but not wanting to kill their toy too soon. Glesum held Trepan, while Audax massaged the poor battered frame with a sponge, soaked with balmy foam. “You will be a good plaything, little one,” - they whispered to him, laughing and giggling. - “We are gonna have lots of fun, you and us…” During that time, Saevus prepeared all the necessary equipment in the bedroom. They all had separate bedrooms, and Trepan was about to be placed in one that belonged to Glesum, the eldest of his sons.

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The younger mechs laughed and carried their new lovely belonging to the washracks. Glesum held their victim while Audax turned on both hot and cold water, mixing it in the right proportions till the temperature was good enough to wash a one tired, bruised young mech. Then all three of them stepped under the jets of water. The hunters themselves needed to wash, too, - so why doing in another time?..

But the lust took the best of them. With an almost childish giggle, Glesum tore Trepan’s interface panel away, and grabbed the smaller mech under the knees, Trepan’s back pressed against his chest, exposing the most tender and vulnerable place of the cybervore’s frame to his brother this way. Audax took the flexible hose of the shower that was streaming a strong jet of water, pulled Trepan’s valve lips apart and brought the flush to the outer node… That usually brought their victims to a painful, not even a bit nice overloads immediately, one stronger than another. That stimulation was too strong for that tender place to handle… “This is what you are here for!” - he laughed.

Trepan immediately cried out in pain! This time, his voice even found a way out of his throat; a hoarse scream as his valve spasmed wildly. If he could have moved, he would have kicked the bastard who did this to him in the face out of pure reflex!

The tanks laughed. Audax stopped torturing the tender little thing in a minute, - after all the body of their victim started writhing due to the intense stimulation. After this, they simply took the sponges and started bathing themselves and washing their prey. They knew Trepan would regain control over his ability to move soon, so they bound his ankles, taking the possibility to run away from him. They were gentle now: not because of tenderness or pity, but not wanting to kill their toy too soon. Glesum held Trepan, while Audax massaged the poor battered frame with a sponge, soaked with balmy foam. "You will be a good plaything, little one," - they whispered to him, laughing and giggling. - "We are gonna have lots of fun, you and us..." During that time, Saevus prepeared all the necessary equipment in the bedroom. They all had separate bedrooms, and Trepan was about to be placed in one that belonged to Glesum, the eldest of his sons.

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“That’s a cute little beast,” - Glesum smirked, patting the limp mech’s hip through the net. - “I bet he’s gonna last long. Do you remember how we were presented with him once, Audax?”

The other one snorted, but said nothing. Saevus growled at them: “Shut up, you idiots. We don’t need any attention. Least of all do we need extra corpses…” The brothers fell silent, and remained like that while they walked dark, narrow streets, till they got to the grim concrete porch, till they got into their house and closed the door. “Let’s wash him,” - Audax suggested. - “I am not gonna have fun with a dirty toy.”

Kliks passed, then breems in which Trepan continuously slipped in and out of consciousness. Eventually the missing light of the moons woke him from his stupor. He tried struggling again. He didnt like how they talked bout him, it couldn’t mean anything good!

The younger mechs laughed and carried their new lovely belonging to the washracks. Glesum held their victim while Audax turned on both hot and cold water, mixing it in the right proportions till the temperature was good enough to wash a one tired, bruised young mech. Then all three of them stepped under the jets of water. The hunters themselves needed to wash, too, - so why doing in another time?.. But the lust took the best of them. With an almost childish giggle, Glesum tore Trepan’s interface panel away, and grabbed the smaller mech under the knees, Trepan’s back pressed against his chest, exposing the most tender and vulnerable place of the cybervore’s frame to his brother this way. Audax took the flexible hose of the shower that was streaming a strong jet of water, pulled Trepan’s valve lips apart and brought the flush to the outer node... That usually brought their victims to a painful, not even a bit nice overloads immediately, one stronger than another. That stimulation was too strong for that tender place to handle... “This is what you are here for!” - he laughed.

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The beast had to still be conscious, though maybe dizzy. Audax gladly picked him up and looked at the mech’s unmoving face:

“Finally we have him, sire… I have already forgotten how pretty he actually is…” “Your carrier has a good taste,” - grinned Saevus, patting the limp frame in his son’s arms. - “Let us free him from all the sharp bits, and go home. I bet the spare parts will be good hint for Lobe, so we get him as well.” His sons grinned. They knew their carrier-creator was too desperate and loving to start searching for Trepan on his own and, thus, become a perfect target for them. They tied the small mech, cut his tentacles and tail off with a hot energo-blade, leaving those just in the middle of the street, and put him into a net like in a bag. It was easier to carry him home like that. They weren’t up to talking much, being too tired to talk. Yes, the operation itself took less than a minute, but the time they had spent tracking Trepan down made them really exhausted. They had spent a whole day following him, step by step. Saevus was the first to carry their prey, - on his back, like a meaningless sack.

This scent and this face Trepan would have known anytime! He tried to lash at the mech – this was about his life! - but his servos remained unmoving even as they cut off his body parts. He knew the effects of the drug they had shot him with, so there was nothing left but to endure. It wasn’t like anyone could have helped him anyway. Out alone with no means to call for help he was all by himself.

“That’s a cute little beast,” - Glesum smirked, patting the limp mech’s hip through the net. - “I bet he’s gonna last long. Do you remember how we were presented with him once, Audax?” The other one snorted, but said nothing. Saevus growled at them: “Shut up, you idiots. We don’t need any attention. Least of all do we need extra corpses...” The brothers fell silent, and remained like that while they walked dark, narrow streets, till they got to the grim concrete porch, till they got into their house and closed the door. “Let’s wash him,” - Audax suggested. - “I am not gonna have fun with a dirty toy.”

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There were three of them, actually. Saevus in front of the future prey and two of his sons, Glezum and Audax, in the thick darkness behind Trepan.

They wasted no time saying hello to their “old companion” or threateing him, - their greetings were the shots of the syringe-filled guns carrying doses of tranqulizer: they had no wish to kill their future toy, - they weren’t merciful enough to have their revenge by simply killing him. Even in a painful way. It was Glezum’s shot that hit the target, - or at least Saevus saw so, - and it was Audax who threw the net over the young cybervore.

Trepan immediately knew he was in trouble. These mechs hadn’t stumbled upon him, they had expected him and they were too well prepared to not know what was standing before them. Noone toyed with a sparkeater. Before Trepan could turn around to face two more mechs stepping out of the shadows he was hit in the neck by a dart. He pulled it out and made an escape onto the next roof, but it was already too late. His grip softened and he fell back, sinking down into a sleepy pile of paralyzed limbs. His dazed mind almost didn’t recognize the mechs as they gathered around him.

A meager shriek was the last sound he managed - the sparkeaters’ call for help.