Chapter 5 #2
I wonder if he was scared I was going to get up and do something, or if he just likes looking at me when I’m passed out. I’m probably easier to deal with then.
“Yes,” he says. “You’re peaceful when you sleep.”
I blush, feeling something like uncomfortable, though I don’t really know why. Maybe it’s because I’m just not used to being looked at by someone who really seems to care.
“I’ve gotten you something to eat that isn’t slop. I think,” he says. “Stay there, I’ll bring it to you.”
I sit up in bed, pull the covers up to my chin, and wait for the meal to come. There are sounds out in the kitchen area that sound faintly harried. I wonder if there’s anything I could help with.
He comes in with a tray and a plate on it. The plate has, I think, toast and eggs on it.
Arkon presents it to me and stands back with an expression that indicates he’s a little worried about what I might think about his efforts.
“This is amazing!” I smile, making a big show of it. I cut into the eggs and toast and I smile as I shovel the massive forkful into my mouth.
It tastes like, well, it tastes like bland terribleness. Like it’s not quite food. The slop is better than this.
“It’s bad,” he says.
“No,” I say, forcing myself to swallow. “It’s good. It’s just different. I will have to get used to it. I bet it’s my favorite soon.”
“Stop eating it,” he says I as I take another, smaller bite. “You don’t like it.”
He tries to reach for the plate, but I cover it with my arms and shove more of the food into my mouth, as quickly and as ferally as possible.
“By the gods, stop,” he laughs, finally separating me from the plate eventually. “You don’t like it. You don’t have to eat it. I can get you some nutritional gruel.”
“I couldn’t eat another bite,” I say. “Unless you made me more of those delicious eggs. What kind of animal are they from?”
“A bird,” he says. “Or, well, a sort of bird adjacent machine. It’s a synthesized protein.”
“It tasted very synthesized,” I say. “I mean. In a good way.”
“You’re being very sweet, but you really don’t have to,” he says. “It’s okay to not like something.”
He takes the plate away and I get dressed.
I can’t stop smiling to myself as I put clothes on.
That was sweet. One of the nicest things a man has ever done for me.
And he was so sweet about it when I didn’t like it.
He didn’t freak out or try to guilt me or shame me at all.
Arkon is one of the nicest guys I have ever known.
So nice, I could almost overlook the fact that he has a cage for me in his house.
“Am I going to get hooked up to the suckers today?” I ask when we are on our way to work.
I don’t know if aliens get weekends, but it doesn’t seem like we are getting a day off any time soon.
I do wonder how many times I can be brought to intense orgasm in the service of machine calibration, but I guess there’s technically no limit. “Or am I gonna do filing or something?”
“Today we are going to give you access to an interface. It will be like one of your video games.” He says the words video games as if they don’t work well on his tongue.
I’m kind of interested in that. I’ve never been a huge gamer, but the concept of getting to play one at work while machines strum my pussy is pretty intriguing.
“I’m going to strip you naked today,” he says, all four of his hands going to the fasteners of my uniform. “I want you to be easily accessible to me, and frankly, after our bath time conversation yesterday, the idea of having you bare at work is very appealing.”
He puts me into the training chair entirely naked. He fastens the straps around my thighs and back, then spreads the part of the chair with the knees and legs open wide.
Next thing I know, his cock is pressing up against my pussy, the thick head of it grinding against my wet slit.
There’s almost no warning, and absolutely no foreplay, but I can feel myself tingling and getting excited just from the audacity of it all.
He really is just going to fuck me when he wants to. I am his, he thinks.
“Hold still,” he insists. “No moving in your bonds. I want you to take what you deserve.”
He spanks my pussy first, before he fucks it. It’s a few stinging slaps that make my hips jolt, but after they land there is a twisted heat in their wake and I want more.
“Stay still,” he reminds me, spanking my clit.
“I can’t stay still when you’re doing that!”
“Of course you can. It’s called self-control. Now behave yourself.”
He spanks me again, right over my clit. My hips jerk and pulse and he of course punishes me again because that is the game he is playing.
“Not fair,” I whine.
“I know,” he grins. “You think you’re the only one who can present a problem, little human? You think you’re the only entity in this universe who is capable of being feral?” He spanks my pussy again, rubs it lightly, then spanks again.
I am used to being stimulated in this undignified position. I am used to being on display to him. I had started to feel like these things were almost pedestrian and reasonable, but now…
“Oh, goddddd,” I moan as his cock slides inside me.
“You can do today’s sessions with a pussy full of my seed,” he growls. “I’ll have to run another recalibration test, but that’s a small price to pay. Your poor, alien fucked pussy will have to tolerate a full round of sensory testing while you lie in these bonds, ravaged and dripping my seed.”
Strapped down with my legs spread, I have no choice but to take his cock.
He’s using the second one this time, sparing me the intense stretching of the larger one, but he’s making up for that by fucking me hard and fast, and the moment he slid into me I knew that the cock that seemed smaller in comparison to the massive one is still huge by all human measures.
“This is your reminder to be a good girl for me,” he lectures between his thrusts. “And if you start getting any ideas about taking what is not yours, you can think about what I will do to you. It will be this treatment, but back in your tight little ass, understand me?”
“Yes,” I wail, but not until after he’s smacked my ass to force me to respond. I get too caught up in being fucked to talk. It’s hard to think, let alone agree not to be a thief.
He slips on a couple of the sucker probes, and they get to immediate work between my legs, making my clit vibrate so intensely an orgasm immediately bursts through me. I am so fucking sensitive, so filled, and so dominated.
By the time Arkon comes inside me, I am a limp creature taking her fucking the only way she can, softly and submissively.
I barely recognize myself, but between the pounding of his cock and the repeated stimulation of the suckers that work my clit tirelessly, he has broken me before the day has even started.
He releases his seed in me with deep, competent breeding thrusts, holding himself inside me as his alien semen fills my aching pussy.
“I love the way it drips out of you,” he says. “How pink and puffy and tender your pussy looks after I’ve fucked it nice and hard…”
He walks away then, and returns with something for my head. A blindfold, of sorts. I couldn’t see much to begin with but now I can see nothing. Then he does something and lights flood my brain.
“This is a…”
“VR headset!” I say as the screen starts to swim with images.
I find myself looking out at a view of deep space.
It is incredibly beautiful and it looks entirely real.
It reminds me of the very first day we met, when he got me to look at outer space while he played with my pussy.
I thought he was just being filthy and kinky at the time, but maybe he was training me even then.
“You’re going to be able to navigate using your body,” he says. “There will be sensors running across your entire frame today. What I want you to do is adapt to flying.”
“Humans can’t fly,” I say.
“Humans have strong ancestral memories of flying for reasons nobody quite understands,” he says. “You will be able to fly once you get a sense of it.”
“That is the least specific instruction anyone has ever given, and it is no help,” I say. I am starting to feel like I am faintly rotating through open space, though it is hard to tell.
“Let me see the instructions,” he says, faint beeping sounds emanating as he looks up the manual. “It says here, you simply take flight by flowing into space.”
“Flowing into space? What does that mean?”
“It means you flow into space. I really don’t know how to be more clear,” he replies.
“Do you want to show me how to flow into space?”
“That’s really your job,” he says. “Now be a good girl for me and flow into space.”
I can tell by his tone that he is aware he is not being helpful, but I guess it’s one of those things you really just need to get a feel for yourself. Like walking, I guess. Nobody ever spells out how to do that. You just sort of try until you get it.
So, instead of arguing with him, I try to work out what to do next.
Inside the simulation, I am floating in space, with no real notion of how to move.
Walking won’t work. Running even less effective.
I imagine kicking my legs like I’m swimming.
That does absolutely nothing. Then I remember dreams, how it feels to fly in them.
It feels like jumping and then sort of climbing into the air and…
I hear a light chuckle behind me.
“The machines aren’t doing anything. I’m not getting any feedback,” I complain.
“Let me help you,” he says.