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"Miner! You there!"
The miner in question froze. He wasn't doing nothing wrong, his quota was good, he wasn't being lazy... But before he could reply he was pushed against some machinery, where he landed on his front, half bend.
Oh no.
He tried to flee but was held firmly in place by a servo on his back as the other went to his modesty panel. He knew what it meant and what the other wanted. And how painful it was to try to resist. Miners were small, especially against their guards, no one really cared for their safety or their protection. So the guards, knowing they were free to do as they pleased, well, did as they pleased.
Not wishing to have his panel forcelly removed again, he opened it, trying to relax himself for what was coming.
"Ah, thank you, slut."
Not really knowing what a slut was, he guessed it was supposed to be degrading. It didn't matter. He was going to let it happen, then continue his shift, trying to not finishes with a too low quota. He knew he wouldn't be able to reach today's goal and would be pusnished for it, but there was nothing he could do against that. It was the life of every miners.
He heard a panel opening and a servo working on something, probably the guard's spike. THen a digit entered his valve, as another one was rubbing his node. Took a short moment but he felt himself getting warmer and wetter, lubricant finally dripping down his leg. The guardlaughed and pulled out his digits.
"Now you'Re ready. I like a wet valve myself. I know some other like them dry and bleeding, but not me. Nothing better than feeling you getting hot against your will!"
Without any warning, a spike jammed itself into his valve. He groaned in pain, closing his optics.
The spiked started to thrust powerfully, as the guard moaned his pleasure. Two servo grabbed him by the hips then he was shoved against the guard's hips, feeling the spike going even deeper in him.
"Frag you're dirty. Why don't you clean up a bit for us? Oh right. You can't. Ha! That's funny. They don't even care enough about you to let you clean."
The miner didn't reply. It wasn't worth the energy, Nothing he could say would change his situation. He was a miner.
The guard continue to use his frame, spike pounding in him as the guaard rutted in his valve. Getting more forceful, finally transfluid filled his channel as the guard shouted his overload, no shame in letting everyone knows what was going on.
Breathing loudly, the guard finally patted him a few times on his back.
"Good frag, was awesome. I'm definitively telling the others about the quality goods here."
The now soft spike pulled draw itself out, transfluid dripping on the ground. The miner didn't dare to move until the guard was done. Just a that moment, the guard pushed him on the ground, kicking him. "Common! No time to get lazy! Time to work!"
Holding a sob, he got up, closed his panel as he tried to go back to today's task.