Captured on the Rim (Patreon)

An experienced sniper is investigating a new colony on an outer Rimworld. But what she finds there isn’t going to be something she can report back to base…

Captured on the Rim

Kira looked down the scope of the sniper rifle at the colony. It had been founded a year ago by some survivors of a crash-landed ship, pieces of which had been scattered around the planet. The lucky colonists had been inside crypto-sleep caskets that had handily protected them as they’d landed, but since then they’d taken on many more members as news of their arrival had spread. Tribals and Spacers alike now manned the various farms and workshops that were built around each other in a carefully planned grid, turrets connected up to solar and wind power grids keeping the colony heavily defended.

“Damn it, this is going to take a lot…” she scanned over towards some of the steel constructions that were positioned to the east. Strange lights seemed to be slowly dimming and brightening from inside, different colours coming through the gaps in the slats.

“What in the Rim…” she increased the zoom, focusing on the colonists moving between the buildings. One went in and came out again with a large synthread bag a few minutes later, their expression one of disgust. Apparently its contents were something they had no desire to be involved with. A few minutes later the lights entirely dimmed to nothing, leaving the outside strangely eerie.

Kira moved her head to one side, taking another look at the colony as a whole. Those buildings stood out like a sore thumb in amongst the more ramshackle and unassuming colony shacks that most of the Rim tended to produce by necessity. These looked like spacer designed administration blocks. The resources to get those would have been difficult to acquire, if not outright impossible without Empire support at some stage. The synthread bag would also have been an unusual sight, especially if it was being used to transport waste or drugs.

She got up to a crouch and started moving down the cliff. Her gang camouflage would keep her out of sight provided she didn’t make any mistakes or alert the guards.

Today was not her lucky day, unfortunately.

With a horrendous crack the rocks beneath her feet crumbled, a chunk of marble that appeared to have been carelessly mined by a colonist falling beneath her feet. Quick reactions enabled the sniper to grab onto some rocks but she knew her time was short. That would’ve alerted any patrols immediately.

She clambered back up onto the rise and looked back down at the colony. Already dogs were jumping towards her direction. Hunters and their pets in Rim colonies were notoriously keen of hearing. She’d need to actively take these out as she ran, there was no choice now.

“Shit” she whispered under her breath as she grasped at the holster of her pistol, pulling the handgun from her belt as she whipped her head round to view her pursuers

The black pelts of Nightlings, clearly visible in the dawn light, were charging towards her at full speed. Where the hell had colonists managed to get these beasts? They were banned by the Empire without special per…

A thought crossed her mind then that nearly made her stop running and surrender on the spot. The bright lights, the planned spaces… This was an Empire colony.

And she was screwed.

Turning around she started firing, the 9mm rounds bouncing off the thick hide of the nightlings, visibly flaring and sparking like electricity as the beast shrugged off the low grade ammunition. With her sniper she’d have been able to blast their heads to mush, but there’s no way she’d have the time to aim or prepare a shot now.

It only took another two minutes of running for her to hear the sound of the first poison quills slam in the floor around her. Nightlings weren’t accurate, but they only needed to hit her with one of those and…

A sharp pain shot through her right arm, sending her collapsing to the ground as it threw her off balance. She had enough time to look down at the injury, the bright green spine sticking out of her elbow like a shard of beer glass, before her nerves began to react to the venom. It was like a fire burning out her nerves, her extremities tingling and then numbing slowly up her body.

When her captors arrived, nightlings in tow, she could only look them in the eyes and tremble before losing consciousness entirely.

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When Kira awoke the first thing she noticed was the darkness around her. Her eyes were open but she could tell she was blindfolded, a large cotton wrap secured around her head. Her arm stung like it had attacked an angry hornets nest, but the numbness in her arms and legs had, at least, subsided.

She could hear noises coming from her around her, people walking and talking about various subjects. She was in the colony, she realised, her brain connecting up the dots of the last few hours and reaching a reasonable conclusion. She tried to shift her weight to move and found her legs felt like jelly. They were usable, barely, but there was no way they would be able to support her weight. Either she was still recovering from the effects of the venom from the Nightling or she’d been drugged.

“Good morning dear.” a voice came from her left hand side. Her head moved towards it, her eyes trying to search past the darkness unsuccessfully.

“What the fu…”

As she tried to respond and make a show of defiance a large gag was shoved into her mouth. Rather than it feeling like a cloth gag, like she preferred to use on captives of her own, this one had a distinctly rubbery feel. A large round bulb inflated inside her mouth, preventing any kind of natural speech as she felt a leather strap being tied around her head.

“Now now dear, we don’t want you to start saying naughty words here. Would be a bad start to your new life.”

Kira felt a sense of panic start to rise to her brain. New life? What the hell was this person talking about.

“Let’s get that silly blindfold off you and show you your new room”

With a quick motion the blindfold was removed, something that immediately made the sniper's eyes burn with the brightness of the lights around her. She tried to pull her hands up to cover her face but like her legs her arms were hardly responsive.

“Oh dear, I always forget our new charges tend to struggle with the lights. Don’t worry, you’ll adjust in no time”

Were it not for her new situation the voice would almost be soothing. Shapes started to properly form in Kira’s vision as she looked to her left, the figure taking up most of her view.

It was a beast-woman, one of the tribals that often appeared on the outer parts of the Rim. Some of the sentient humanoid beast races were as a result of experimentation but the deer in front of her was clearly well kept… and undeniably beautiful. Her uniform was white, contrasting the brown skin of the doe and marking her out as some kind of nurse or medical staff.

“Looks like the muscle relaxants are working well. Shouldn’t be too hard to get you used to how things are going to work around her”

Kira felt the woman's hand start to work up her legs, her skin reacting strongly to the touch even as her legs failed to move in response. It was a new feeling, and certainly not one she was used to. When her fingers reached her thighs she used what strength she had to look down at herself.

What greeted her was a bright pink synthread outfit, something that was tightfitting and unusually soft. It pulled taught around her groin, covering her underwear. Underwear that was puffing out quite noticeably. The two fingers of the deer worked their way into them, feeling at her nether regions and checking for something.

“Looks like you’re still dry. Huh, normally the relaxants mean our new charges need a change pretty soon after arrival. Maybe you’d relieved yourself just before you got here… or you weren’t drinking enough.” she sighed, shaking her head “That won’t be a worry anymore, we’re going to take good care of you here dear. Just relax for a bit ok?”

Kira wanted to scream. The level of invasion and humiliation was genuinely awful, a feeling unlike any she’d had before. Prison she could have anticipated, but a… a…

She looked around the room again. The walls were a pastel colour, illuminated by the bright lights. Against each were a selection of furniture, all bright white and arranged neatly against the steel slats that made up the construction of the building. A table was the first thing she noticed, a padded cloth top adorned it’s upper part while the lower contained stacks of synthread cloth in large rectangles. Her brain connected the dots enough to recognise it as a baby changing table. A cot on the other side of the room, bars several feet high surrounding it, was the next thing to get her attention. A mobile was hovering above the headboard, a small audio device inside the middle that was barely hidden. Next to it was a small chest of drawers, and next to that was a small metal bowl. It was decorated with some patches of cloth shaped like the animals of the Rim. More dots connected, it was a child's training potty.

She was in a nursery. A huge, upscaled nursery. She was laid on a padded mat in the centre of the room, able to see everything around her now that her eyes were adjusted. The doe above her was starting to do a few more checks, lifting her arms and legs, clearly checking for further injuries.

“You look like you could be eating a lot more little one” she said softly “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you get three meals a day here, all properly prepared!”

Kira felt her mouth start to instinctively suck back and forth on the bulb on her mouth, her natural breathing rhythm distorted by the necessity of moving the thing around.

“Relax little one, don’t worry. We’ll be here for you from now on.” she put her arms under Kira and hoisted her up onto her waist, wrapping the woman's legs around her. Kira’s eyes went wide as she used what strength she had to hold on, suddenly desperate to avoid falling onto the ground.

“Let’s get you in the crib. I’ll be back in a little while after you’ve had some more time to nap”

Kira could only moan into the gag, her body unable to respond as she was laid down flat on the padded surface of the crib. The bars were raised around her as the mobile started to spin, encouraged by the doe.

“See you in a few hours little one, don’t worry, you’ll have some strength back then and we can explain a little more”

The lights all went off around her as the doe left the room. With little option, Kira closed her eyes and tried not to think too much about her new situation.

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“Rise and shine kiddo. Let’s get you changed and we can go through your new routine”

Kira’s eyes slowly opened to the sight of the doe staring at her past the bars of the crib. The pain in her elbow was the first thing to greet her again, this time more pronounced. She grasped at it instinctively, as she rolled over.

Wait, she could move her arms?!

“Oh good, looks like the relaxants are wearing off a little. We’ll get another dose in you soon, but at least you’re not too out of it anymore”

She groaned past the gag as she tried to grasp at the bars. Her grip was incredibly weak, barely able to make a firm fist as she pulled herself onto her knees.

“Dear me, looks like maybe I left you there a little too long. Definitely need to get you in a new diaper little one”

Kira looked down at her groin. The tight fitting garment was being pulled towards the mattress, by the underwear inside it. She could feel the synthread around her waist being tugged by the contents of it. It was warm… wet.

She’d soiled herself. Whatever drugs these colonists were using it had made her lose that much control of her body. She felt anger rising in her again as the doe reached down into the crib, her hand smacking away the paw that greeted her.

“Now now, that’s not the behaviour we want here. Soon you’ll realise that’s not going to help you. Now, do you want a new diaper, or do you want to sit in your crib in a soggy one?”

Kira growled behind the gag “Fug oft, bif”

The doe sighed “Guess you’re going to be a hard one huh? I suppose that makes sense…” she thought for a second “But that’s only going to work for a little while. Especially when I do this…”

Kira suddenly felt the gag in her mouth start to vibrate slightly before a shot of liquid hit the back of her throat. She fell backwards onto the mattress, her diaper squishing against her bottom as she did so.

“Mppph!” she could feel something starting to happen to her. Her arms and legs started to drop, her muscles visibly relaxing.

“One shot of our little concoction and you’re just back to being our docile little baby” the doe winked through the bars “Oh, and it has one other effect that I’m sure you’re probably feeling starting to make its presence known”

Kira wanted to ignore the voice of the doe, to ignore the idea that there was any control being exhibited over her but the feeling of cramps in her gut just reinforced the opposite. She couldn’t move her arms or legs to get more comfortable, instead the one motion she made was to lie her head down on the pillow of the crib, her face hiding itself in the feathered bed as her butt started to make noises she’d normally associate with a badly prepared ration meal. Then she felt her skin crawl as the mess started to ooze out into the synthread, slickly working its way around her butt as it tried to find what room it could inside of the garment. The smell started to work its way to her nostrils, even despite her attempts to avoid any more sensory involvement with what was happening. She felt tears start to come to her eyes but held them back, refusing to allow herself to be further humiliated.

“Now, I think that means it’s definitely time to change you isn’t it?” Kira’s captor was smirking, making an exaggerated wave against her nose “You don’t want to end up with a diaper rash little one”

Unable to move, Kira could only shake her head as the doe lifted her out of the crib, her newly messy rear supported on the warden's arms. It squished around, her skin still sensitive even if her body was refusing to react. She felt the first tear start to fall down her cheek as the bouncing simply forced the oozing mass into her most private areas. At least she was getting out of this…

With a quick and practiced motion the doe lay her down on the changing table, allowing her jelly like limbs to find room on the padded top. Kira could only stare at the ceiling, desperately trying not to think about what her new captor was picking out from beneath her. She could hear her humming an Empire lullaby, a variation on the royal anthem for children that she recognised from her childhood. She almost found it comforting, like a long distant memory in the back of her head was trying to reassert its emotional foundations and allow her some small comfort. But it was not enough to stop her feeling a sense of dread that gnawed away at her subconscious. Escape in this state was impossible, the drugs in her system saw to that, and if this was going to be her life from now on…

“Leggies up, there we go!” The doe cooed as she began the process of wiping down Kira’s buttocks, removing the mess that hadn’t already been whisked away when the synthread garment she’d been forced into had been removed. She couldn’t even squirm on the table as the cold and wet cloth was rubbed against her, her teeth biting down on the gag as she tried to avoid letting out any kind of sound.

A few seconds later she felt herself being lowered back down onto a new padded surface similar to what had just been removed. Her nose detected the scent of lavender as the doe started throwing some kind of powder onto her midriff, covering her in the white concoction

“Just a little bit of special powder for you. Will keep your downstairs nice and smooth and easy to clean” the doe explained as she pulled the front of the garment up between Kira’s outstretched legs. She felt two sides of it being pulled up to her stomach and then secured, sealing her into a new diaper with something that felt like a magnet against her abdomen.

“Special little diapers these, won’t come off unless you really pull. Fortunately our babies have regular doses of that little relaxant, so don’t worry, you won’t accidentally pull them off”

The doe picked Kira back up off the changing table and lay her back on the padded mat on the floor of the room. She could only watch as a large cloth cage was raised up around her, various little animals hanging from it in a similar way to the mobile. Another camera in the middle confirmed its purpose to her. Just another method of surveillance.

“Have fun in the play gym little one. Don’t worry, we’ll come and give you something to eat in a little bit” the doe moved towards the door, pulling the handle before looking back towards the now openly sobbing sniper and smiling.

This nursery would break even the hardiest bandits, but this charge? She’d been an easy mark...