CHAPTER 7 #2
I need to distract myself again.
“S-so, um… when I’m not… being milked, can I… help you? I can do filing work, I’m fluent with most terminal interfaces, any task of manual dexterity, really…” I trail off under Zyren’s intense gaze.
“Why do you ask this?”
I squirm. “Well, just… I know myself. I’ll get bored. I might as well help out.”
“There are many leisure activities that could fill your time. Eating and sleeping chief among them. Why not those?”
“I…” There’s a strange sensation in my mind. It’s as if Zyren’s curiosity merges with mine, posing that question. Why isn’t leisure the first thing that occurred to me? Hands as gentle and steady as the ones on my body flip through my mind, uncovering defenses and searching out the truth.
It spills quickly from my lips. “I have to make myself useful, so I’m not a burden. I have to earn the accommodations I require.”
Zyren’s expression softens, and the sensation fades, his curiosity sated.
I float there, stunned by the revelation I just spoke. And yet, I know it’s true.
The deepest fear yet takes hold of me. “Please don’t make me speed run fixing my fucked-up brain,” I murmur. “I know it’s bad, and you’re not going to convince me otherwise.”
Zyren tilts his head, affectionately tracing my jaw. “Your mind is very wounded. Treatment must be gradual. I have a less drastic prescription in mind.”
No matter how hard I try to cling to that fear and the rationality it provides, it turns to smoke under Zyren’s gentle touch. “What’s that?”
“Would it put you at ease if I used you for my pleasure?”
Shock and heat ripple through me. “W-what?”
His hand sinks under the water, tracing idly up the inside of my thigh. “If I made you sing sweet songs when I want to hear them. If I compel you to beg when it pleases me. If I ensure you’re available to me every moment of the day.”
Zyren’s breath falls over my ear as his fingers trail higher.
I shudder.
“Would that…” His fingers drift to the crease of my thigh, teasing at my most sensitive places. “…put you at ease?”
“Yes,” I gasp, embarrassingly fast, as if his offer might expire any moment. I don’t even know how I can be so certain of something I had no awareness of a minute ago, but when his fingers slide between my folds, I cry out with sheer pleasure.
There’s a medical efficiency to the way he works his fingers through me, palpating systematically inside and out until he finds every little spot that makes me quiver and twitch and arch.
“I love all these little noises,” he whispers in my ear. “I love how you quiver and shake for me. How you clench around my fingers. I could use you like this for quite a long time…”
I suddenly ache to be full of his venom again, blissed out and limp, desperate to cum but helpless to do anything, his to use as he pleases, to fill me with his cum or tease me with his hands or leave me empty and wanting, mewing helplessly for him, for as long as he desires…
Zyren’s breath catches, and there’s a quiet splash.
His flexible abdomen has curled around, and he holds his stinger firmly in his hand, a mere inch away from jabbing me in the arm. As he pulls it back, it rises out of the water, dripping viscous venom that shimmers as it blends with the water.
Zyren’s breath is heavy, his eyes hungry.
Pure, shameless arousal pangs through me.
His voice falls over me, low and ravenous. “Oh, little lamb… you want such wicked things…”
I can’t stop, I can’t stop craving the pain, remembering the sensation of his venom surging through me, the visceral desperation, the pride of taking it all for him.
His stinger trembles in his hand, oozing more. “You—”
I sink into those wicked thoughts, aching for Zyren to lose control—and then his fingers plunge into my cunt.
He finds my inner spots and presses into them with such merciless precision that I can no longer think; I can no longer see. There’s only that hot, pulsing sensation and the sudden, urgent need to cum.
Without my fantasies to tempt him, Zyren can focus, and he works me to climax with brutal efficiency.
All too soon, pleasure explodes from his touch, and I gasp and arch in the water. I expect to settle into the afterglow, but Zyren’s fingers never slow, and I unravel quickly from pleasure into pain.
“It’s sensitive!”
“I told you, Nova. If you defy me, you won’t like the consequences.”
“Oh, fuck…” I writhe and squirm and struggle, trying to escape the oversensitivity, but Zyren’s grip is iron.
I become nearly as desperate as I was while strung up in the web, aching for climax but unable to reach it.
“Didn’t I tell you to complain when you’re unhappy?” There’s a sadistic ring in Zyren’s steady voice.
“Let me cum!” I demand, my decorum totally lost amidst the heated tangle of my thoughts. “Fuck!”
“If I did that, this wouldn’t be a very good punishment, would it?”
I kick my feet furiously, sending water splashing everywhere. “I can’t take it, please…”
“Of course,” he purrs over my ear, “I could always stop…”
His fingers are suddenly gone.
“No!” I scream. “No, please… Please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be naughty… I tried to be good…” A wave of emotion rises from my core, and as I brace for reprimand, gentle hands catch me.
“That’s it, little lamb. You’re being so good now.”
Tears spill across my cheeks, and Zyren catches every one.
I sniffle. “Really?”
“Yes, you take your punishment so well for me.” His fingers find my cunt again, now building my arousal instead of just tormenting me.
My body relaxes into Zyren’s words and touch, finding a way to process the intensity.
“You take every punishment so well,” he says, just as another wave of pain hits. He steadily works my inner spots, adding pleasure to the mix.
My body shakes through the confusing sensations, and the pain eases quickly.
My breath deepens as heat coalesces between Zyren’s thumb on my clit and his other fingers inside me.
“Zyren, I… I’m going to…”
“That’s it, little lamb. Cum for me.”
The violent orgasm sends me screaming with every wave, clenching as hard as I can around Zyren’s fingers. He works my inner spots mercilessly, stealing my breath as I tumble into ecstasy. Every sensation is so intense, so perfect.
When I finally come shaking back into my body, Zyren holds me, gradually slowing his movements to a steady pressure over my clit and vulva.
I savor the last few flutters of my orgasm, relaxing into the afterglow.
Another wave of pain hits, but it’s the mildest yet, and it passes with a quiet moan.
“Yes,” Zyren says, kissing my forehead. “I will quite enjoy using you.”
Overwhelmed with contentment, I drift again into hazy bliss.