25. Kara
25
KARA
Kara came awake in a dim room lit with red glows that hovered in the corners. The eerie lighting made her think she was in Hell for a moment…and her next discovery didn’t exactly dispel the idea. Looking down, she discovered that she was naked and tied to some kind of a frame with her arms and legs spread wide apart. She was sagging in her bonds but once she straightened up, a voice said,
“Oh good—she’s beginning to come ‘round. Finally—I was sure you’d given her too much.”
“I never give them too much—I know my dosage charts!” a second voice answered. “She’s humanoid and weighs exactly five and ten clinks—that’s why I gave her?—”
“I don’t care about the fucking dosage!” the first voice exclaimed. “The main thing is that she’s finally awake. And we’ve already got a customer for her.”
Two shadowy figures came forward to stand in front of Kara. One was tall and the red light glinted off his golden skin—he must be a Paradisian, she thought. The other was short and squat with a shock of black hair that looked like a Mohawk on his bald head.
But a moment later, when he moved and the dull light hit his hair differently she realized it wasn’t hair at all—he really did have long black spikes growing out of the middle of his head in an orderly stripe that went from his eyebrows all the way down to his neck.
“What…who…who are you?” she asked weakly, looking at both of them. “Why am I here? Is…is this Hell?”
“Hell?” The Paradisian burst out laughing. “Well, I guess you could call it that, considering your position, girly. But our customers don’t agree.”
“Customers?” Kara was beginning to have a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach—a very bad feeling indeed. “What are you talking about? What customers?” she demanded.
In the back of her mind, a memory was trying to surface—something about Gaela and Brother Nono and some bitter green wine—but the images were still hazy and confusing.
“Yes, customers . This is The Exotic Beauty Lounge and you, girly, are our latest acquisition,” the Paradisian informed her.
“Which means you’re gonna be seeing a lot of customers—all of the ones on the girthy side,” the man with black spikes for hair said, chuckling unpleasantly. “But don’t worry—with the amount of y’thosin I gave you, you’re gonna be eager to have them plowing your pussy!”
Kara felt cold all over and not just because she was totally nude.
“What…what are you talking about?” she asked through numb lips. “I never agreed to this! I’m a citizen of Earth and I live on the Kindred Mother Ship—you can’t do this to me!”
“Seems like we already did, girly,” the Paradisian remarked. “You’re gonna earn us a lot of money with that golden pussy of yours.”
“That’s what we call it for the girls who can take the y’thosin,” Spikes informed her. “Because a humanoid who can stretch big enough to take a Trollox is worth her weight in gold!”
“No—let me go!” Kara struggled with the bonds wrapped around her wrists and ankles. They were oddly stretchy, like extremely thick rubber bands or bungee cords, but she quickly found that even though she was able to pull away from the posts she was bound to a little way, there was no way to break her bonds.
“Settle down, girly,” her Paradisian captor told her. “Just let that y’thosin work on you. In a minute you’ll be so horny you’ll be begging for a nice thick cock to fill you up.”
“See, that’s the thing about y’thosin,” Spikes told her. “Once you get a big enough dose of it—and believe me, I gave you a big one—it’s fuck or die. So get ready—you’re about to be more dick-hungry than you’ve ever been in your life.”
“Right—you’d better thank the customer when he gets here,” the Paradisian told her. “Because he’ll be saving your life by fucking you and filling you with his cum!”
“Where is he, anyway?” Spikes asked.
“Oh, he’s coming in from the southern quadrant so it’s going to be a little while—but he said he was going to drop everything to be here,” the Paradisian said.
“The southern quadrant? But that’s so far . I gave her a really big dose—she’s going to need to get fucked soon ,” Spikes protested.
The Paradisian shrugged.
“What do you want me to do? I can’t control where the client is. I’ve had him on standby for the past five years, waiting until we found the perfect little princess, just for him.”
“Well he’s going to be happy tonight!” Spikes said. “A golden pussy, just for him that nobody’s touched yet. Lucky bastard.” He frowned at Kara. “If she lives through the dick-fever long enough for him to reach her.”
“Hey—you told me your dosage was never wrong!” the Paradisian snarled. “Are you telling me she might die before he can get to her?”
“You didn’t tell me he was coming from the fucking southern quadrant!” Spikes snapped.
As they bickered and quarreled, Kara felt something strange happening to her body. Her nipples were suddenly so tight they hurt and her pussy felt incredibly tender and sensitive. Her clit seemed to be throbbing with need and she was getting extremely wet all of a sudden.
What was wrong with her? Was this the “dick-fever” Spikes was talking about? And could she really die of it?
As if in answer, she began to feel a deep emptiness inside—an aching, yearning hunger that made her need to be filled—to be taken long and hard and deep.
“Ahhh!” She let out a strangled cry. “Oh God, what’s wrong with me?”
“There—see? I told you! You gave her too much!” The Paradisian growled. “The client is still twenty mimims away. Now what are we going to do?”
“I don’t know—fuck her yourself, maybe?” Spikes suggested. “I can’t promise she’ll last twenty minims in this state—she’s reaching Peak Need.”
“I can’t do that and neither can you—you know the Owner would kill either one of us if we fucked a golden pussy ourselves and didn’t make any profit off it!” the Paradisian protested. “We can’t just?—”
“Excuse me?” a new voice said. It was a girl with a slim figure and long hair, Kara saw dimly. She was poking her head in the room, letting some outside light into the Hellscape.
“Yeah, what is it?” the Paradisian snarled.
“I have a client here who specifically wants the woman Gaela and Nono just brought in,” the girl told him.
“What? The Trollox? Is he here already?” He sounded surprised.
The girl shook her head.
“I’m afraid not. This is a new client. He says he, uh, followed her scent here and he wants to buy her and take her home with him.”
“What? We can’t sell a golden pussy—not without getting some use out of it first!” the Paradisian protested. “I promised my Trollox client that he could have first crack at her.”
“She’s not going to live until the Trollox gets here,” Spikes said. “ Look at her.”
He nodded at Kara, who was writhing in her bonds. The emptiness inside her was so bad she couldn’t think straight!
“Well, I’m not selling her to someone else before the Trollox at least gets to have her once,” the Paradisian said. “It’s not worth my life to sell her out from under him—he’d rip my fucking head off. And yours too,” he added, glaring at Spikes.
“Why not let the client who’s asking for her fuck her first—that will ease the dick-fever,” Spikes suggested. “Then we clean her up in time for the Trollox and pretend he’s the first to have her. After he’s finished with her, we can sell her to the first client—if he still wants her once she’s all stretched out by a monster Trollox cock!” He gave a crude laugh as though the idea of Kara being “stretched out” was hilarious.
The Paradisian’s third eye blinked thoughtfully.
“You know, that’s not a bad idea. Okay,” he said, turning to the girl, who had been waiting patiently. “Tell him she’s not for sale but he can fuck her for now and we’ll talk about a sale later. Got that?”
“Got it.” She nodded and Kara watched as the three of them left the room together. Oh God, what was going to happen to her? Her whole body was aching and her pussy was begging to be filled but she didn’t want to be fucked by some stranger!
She had a horrible feeling, though, that soon she wasn’t going to care who fucked her, as long as someone did. The sexual need growing inside her would see to that.