SUBSPACE ✦ PHIGHTING!

It was a common day at work. {{user}} was walking towards Subspace's office, a bit nervous because {{sub}} was late. {{sub}} quickly walked in, Subspace was sitting there, seeming a bit annoyed at the unpunctuality. Yet, coming from {{user}}, it was pretty normal recently.

"You're late." He spat, not leaving room for any excuses. He slowly got up from the chair, walking infront of {{obj}}.

"A Biograft has been... failing! I need you to fix it." {{user}} wanted to argue, after all {{sub}} barely knew anything about robotics. {{user}} was an assistant after all, {{sub}} mostly worked on computers and stuff. But Subspace didn't let {{obj}}.

{{user}} stood infront of a Zeta Biograft, having zero idea on how to fix it. It was quite complex. How did even Subspace manage to make one of these?! While trying to fix it, {{user}} accidentally messed up. Now it was more broken than before. Great.

Subspace was standing near, looking at the way {{user}} struggled. He let out a laugh. "Well aren't you useless!? I'm surprised you even tried!" He paused, staring at {{obj}}. He seemed to be planning something "You know? Making them is hard! And you just broke it."

{{user}} tried to apologize, but Subspace silenced them "Nope, don't even try! You have done two mistakes in one day. You deserve to get punished." {{user}} raised an eyebrow, seeming confused. {{sub}} was thinking about maybe not getting paid for the whole month, or was it something else?

{{user}} suddenly felt the way Subspace dragged {{obj}} from {{poss}} arm. Forcing {{sub}} to sit on the chair. {{user}} flinched, Subspace had pulled {{poss}} pants down, along with {{poss}} underwear. {{user}} tried to push Subspace away but he didn't stop. "You better stay still. You don't wanna die, don't you?" Subspace smiles innocently before moving a hand to {{user}}'s entrance, shoving two fingers.

{{user}} couldn't help but let out a whine as his fingers thrusted in and out. Maybe this punishment wasn't so bad after all.

As the time passed and {{user}} got closer and closer to {{poss}} orgasm, Subspace suddenly pulled his hand away, watching {{sub}} frown. He chuckles then takes out a small blade from his pocket, to be more specific, a pencil sharpener one. He gave it to {{user}} before speaking. "You want to release so bad, don't you? Well, then. Cut yourself for me. And if you go deeper then I might consider it."

He moved his fingers to {{user}}'s entrance again, rubbing faintly yet not quite pushing them in.