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Xalia kept crawling until she was sure that Heebie couldn’t possibly reach her, and then crawled some more for good measure. It was only when she stopped, completely stuck, that she realized that the duct had been getting steadily smaller. She wriggled furiously, but it was no use; her voluptuous body was stuck fast.
‘This can’t be happening,’ she whined. With her hands in front of her, she couldn’t even reach back to comfort her tortured posterior; she was fairly sure that it would be practically blackened after her relentless shocking. Then the voice she least wanted to hear spoke out of nowhere as Heebie plugged into the ship’s speakers.
‘Onboard pest removed,’ the drone said. Xalia breathed a sigh of relief; it wouldn’t be coming after her any more. She could still salvage this! Then the drone spoke again. ‘Blockage reported in duct four. Attempting to clear.’
Xalia whimpered. There were no prizes for guessing what the blockage was! But what could Heebie do to her in the middle of the duct? Her answer came with the growing sensation of warmth around her, and Heebie confirmed it.
‘Heating duct to exacerbate removal of blockage.’ Xalia tried to wriggle anew as the temperature of the metal duct continued to rise. Stuck fast, she was helpless to protect those parts of her in closest contact with the metal. Her glorious chest was squashed tight against the base of the duct, and her curvaceous backside was pushed up against the top. Xalia continued to whimper uncomfortably as her breasts became warm, then very warm, and then actively hot. The fact that her punctured rump was already throbbing with pain disguised the fact that it was similarly heating until it became unbearably heated.
‘Ooh… ooh…’ Xalia panted as she struggled futilely. Looking down, her gorgeous green eyes widened in fear as she saw the first wisps of smoke begin to rise from her quivering bust; she waved her hands over it furiously in an attempt to cool it, but all she did was succeed in moving the smoke around.
Her behind was throbbing like crazy now as it too was superheated. By struggling she could remove an inch of her body away from the hot metal for an instant, but as she was so well curved all over, this only brought more of her into contact with the burning metal. There was now a faintly audible sizzling sound filling the narrow tube.
‘Oh… help… please… I’m cooking! Stop… p-please…’ the unfortunate young woman gasped.
‘Temperature optimum. Proceeding to clear blockage.’ This latest announcement from Heebie distracted Xalia for a moment from her uncomfortable predicament, and her ears picked up a slowly increasing rumble of movement from somewhere behind her.
‘What now?’ she whined, trying to twist her head to see. If the princess had known anything about the ship she was in, she would have known that each Imperial cruiser was equipped with an automated cleaning service… more drones.
One such drone, looking much like a smaller version of Heebie, was making its way towards the ‘blockage,’ and was soon positioned just behind where Xalia’s high-heeled feet waved slowly back and forth. The princess, having just noticed that her elegantly coiffed hair was beginning to smoke as well where it rubbed the top of the duct, didn’t register the new arrival until it spoke.
‘Clearing blockage,’ it echoed, and extended its primary arm. Unlike Heebie’s, this appendage was four times the length of the drone’s body and ended in a blunt metal nub. The drone unfolded the arm over the girl’s thrashing legs until it hovered before her furiously smoldering backside.
Xalia just had time for a confused ‘What?’ before the drone rammed the arm into her helpless rump, exerting all the force its servomotors could manage.
‘Oooooo!’ the startled princess squealed. ‘What are you doing? Stop!’ Trapped as she was, she could do nothing as the drone pushed the arm further and further between her luscious cheeks in an effort to move the blockage along. Xalia was red-faced from more than the heat; her outfit squeaked rhythmically against the hot metal as her body was pushed forward again and again, but remained firmly stuck.
‘Please… you can’t… I’m a princess!’ she wailed as the uncomfortable and rather invasive procedure continued. After a good few minutes of this, the drone obviously rethought its strategy and extended its two secondary arms, one either side of the primary. Unlike the other, these two did end in pincers.
Like Heebie before it, the cleaning drone caught hold of a soft, tender buttock in each claw and began to pull at them, dragging them one way, then the other, in an effort to free them from the duct.
‘No more!’ Xalia sobbed. ‘I’ll d-do anything! I’ll… Oooo!’ she broke off as the drone tried pulling her cheeks in two different directions, much to her discomfort. Apparently the operation still wasn’t making much headway as another drone approached from the other side.
Seeing the insectile machine approaching, Xalia began to cry harder, her painstakingly applied mascara running down her lovely face. ‘Leave me alone!’ she shrieked as the drone opened its own set of grabbing claws, but she wasn’t strong enough to shoo them away as they grabbed a jiggling breast in each talon and began to pull.
‘Aaaaaa!’ Xalia wailed as the dragging of her punctured chest met the multiple pains behind her. A straining sound came from her cleavage, and she was sure that something was going to give, before she suddenly popped free, impelled by the two robots between them.
‘Clearing blockage,’ the drone in front said emotionlessly as it dragged the wailing young princess behind it. ‘Removing to processing unit.’
Xalia didn’t even hear this over the sound of her own screaming. Together the two drones dragged her inexorably along the duct, which was still hot enough to scald. Added to that, at every junction there were harsh rivets that scraped along her quickly bruising body and tore off tiny strips of golden rubber. One such set of rivets caught her elaborate headdress and yanked it off her pretty head, taking a not inconsequential clump of long dark hair with it, to the sound of another wrenching shriek.
Just when she thought the torture was never going to end, the duct opened out into a lit area. Both drones gave one final heave, and with a last despairing shriek Xalia was propelled unceremoniously into the chamber beyond...

To be continued...

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Xalia kept crawling until she was sure that Heebie couldn’t possibly reach her, and then crawled some more for good measure. It was only when she stopped, completely stuck, that she realized that the duct had been getting steadily smaller. She wriggled furiously, but it was no use; her voluptuous body was stuck fast.
‘This can’t be happening,’ she whined. With her hands in front of her, she couldn’t even reach back to comfort her tortured posterior; she was fairly sure that it would be practically blackened after her relentless shocking. Then the voice she least wanted to hear spoke out of nowhere as Heebie plugged into the ship’s speakers.
‘Onboard pest removed,’ the drone said. Xalia breathed a sigh of relief; it wouldn’t be coming after her any more. She could still salvage this! Then the drone spoke again. ‘Blockage reported in duct four. Attempting to clear.’
Xalia whimpered. There were no prizes for guessing what the blockage was! But what could Heebie do to her in the middle of the duct? Her answer came with the growing sensation of warmth around her, and Heebie confirmed it.
‘Heating duct to exacerbate removal of blockage.’ Xalia tried to wriggle anew as the temperature of the metal duct continued to rise. Stuck fast, she was helpless to protect those parts of her in closest contact with the metal. Her glorious chest was squashed tight against the base of the duct, and her curvaceous backside was pushed up against the top. Xalia continued to whimper uncomfortably as her breasts became warm, then very warm, and then actively hot. The fact that her punctured rump was already throbbing with pain disguised the fact that it was similarly heating until it became unbearably heated.
‘Ooh… ooh…’ Xalia panted as she struggled futilely. Looking down, her gorgeous green eyes widened in fear as she saw the first wisps of smoke begin to rise from her quivering bust; she waved her hands over it furiously in an attempt to cool it, but all she did was succeed in moving the smoke around.
Her behind was throbbing like crazy now as it too was superheated. By struggling she could remove an inch of her body away from the hot metal for an instant, but as she was so well curved all over, this only brought more of her into contact with the burning metal. There was now a faintly audible sizzling sound filling the narrow tube.
‘Oh… help… please… I’m cooking! Stop… p-please…’ the unfortunate young woman gasped.
‘Temperature optimum. Proceeding to clear blockage.’ This latest announcement from Heebie distracted Xalia for a moment from her uncomfortable predicament, and her ears picked up a slowly increasing rumble of movement from somewhere behind her.
‘What now?’ she whined, trying to twist her head to see. If the princess had known anything about the ship she was in, she would have known that each Imperial cruiser was equipped with an automated cleaning service… more drones.
One such drone, looking much like a smaller version of Heebie, was making its way towards the ‘blockage,’ and was soon positioned just behind where Xalia’s high-heeled feet waved slowly back and forth. The princess, having just noticed that her elegantly coiffed hair was beginning to smoke as well where it rubbed the top of the duct, didn’t register the new arrival until it spoke.
‘Clearing blockage,’ it echoed, and extended its primary arm. Unlike Heebie’s, this appendage was four times the length of the drone’s body and ended in a blunt metal nub. The drone unfolded the arm over the girl’s thrashing legs until it hovered before her furiously smoldering backside.
Xalia just had time for a confused ‘What?’ before the drone rammed the arm into her helpless rump, exerting all the force its servomotors could manage.
‘Oooooo!’ the startled princess squealed. ‘What are you doing? Stop!’ Trapped as she was, she could do nothing as the drone pushed the arm further and further between her luscious cheeks in an effort to move the blockage along. Xalia was red-faced from more than the heat; her outfit squeaked rhythmically against the hot metal as her body was pushed forward again and again, but remained firmly stuck.
‘Please… you can’t… I’m a princess!’ she wailed as the uncomfortable and rather invasive procedure continued. After a good few minutes of this, the drone obviously rethought its strategy and extended its two secondary arms, one either side of the primary. Unlike the other, these two did end in pincers.
Like Heebie before it, the cleaning drone caught hold of a soft, tender buttock in each claw and began to pull at them, dragging them one way, then the other, in an effort to free them from the duct.
‘No more!’ Xalia sobbed. ‘I’ll d-do anything! I’ll… Oooo!’ she broke off as the drone tried pulling her cheeks in two different directions, much to her discomfort. Apparently the operation still wasn’t making much headway as another drone approached from the other side.
Seeing the insectile machine approaching, Xalia began to cry harder, her painstakingly applied mascara running down her lovely face. ‘Leave me alone!’ she shrieked as the drone opened its own set of grabbing claws, but she wasn’t strong enough to shoo them away as they grabbed a jiggling breast in each talon and began to pull.
‘Aaaaaa!’ Xalia wailed as the dragging of her punctured chest met the multiple pains behind her. A straining sound came from her cleavage, and she was sure that something was going to give, before she suddenly popped free, impelled by the two robots between them.
‘Clearing blockage,’ the drone in front said emotionlessly as it dragged the wailing young princess behind it. ‘Removing to processing unit.’
Xalia didn’t even hear this over the sound of her own screaming. Together the two drones dragged her inexorably along the duct, which was still hot enough to scald. Added to that, at every junction there were harsh rivets that scraped along her quickly bruising body and tore off tiny strips of golden rubber. One such set of rivets caught her elaborate headdress and yanked it off her pretty head, taking a not inconsequential clump of long dark hair with it, to the sound of another wrenching shriek.
Just when she thought the torture was never going to end, the duct opened out into a lit area. Both drones gave one final heave, and with a last despairing shriek Xalia was propelled unceremoniously into the chamber beyond...

To be continued...