05

Check the introduction in the prologue chapter for a review of content and possible triggering subjects. This story is not all sex and laughter.

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Four

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Rhia

Ever since I'd arrived, things had been teetering on the very edge of my control. Now it was gone. Apart from physically, I was at these people's mercy.

I could easily overpower Kathleen and escape the building, but that would gain me nothing. I had no information on the area, knew no one else, and could barely communicate. My size seemed unusual; I was far bigger than any of the women and even most of the Subjugat-...men I'd seen seemed to be shorter, though not by quite as much.

Jemma, the golden-haired girl didn't like me. Through observation and talking with Robin, I figured out it was because she assumed I'd taken Kathleen without her consent. Kathleen hadn't objected, but the girls both assumed there was something wrong with Kathleen's mind. At least, that seemed to explain their attitude and behavior.

I watched Kathleen as she tracked the two girls leaving. Jemma had been upset on behalf of Kathleen, who was apparently her birth woman. They used "mother". I had mentally started to think as if the women were actually futas. If Kathleen was Jemma's sire, and I had come in and taken her when she was unable to resist, at the very least Jemma would have cause to request satisfaction. An appeal to the court might even allow her to simply take my life.

But that was if I was back home. I had no idea how Kathleen would react as the person I'd actually been with. She turned around and looked at me, then asked, "Are you hungry?"

I recognized hungry, and I was, still. I was closing in on fourteen hours without food. That one piece of round dough was not enough. "Yes," I said.

Kathleen went to the kitchen and opened several of the storage bays. She seemed a little frantic after a minute and then she leaned against the counter and sighed. Their expressions seemed to be the same as mine. She was not happy. She muttered a bunch of things I couldn't really hear, and a lot of the words I could hear I didn't know.

"Come on," she said, tugging on my arm, though not forcefully. I followed her.

We went to the lower area of the building. I'd been down here before when I was searching, and I'd found the education books that seemed to be for children. They were packed away in flimsy containers and had a lot of dust on them. The containers filled a large portion of the space.

Kathleen started moving them but struggled with some. Then I helped and she just watched me.

"You're...strong. That explains my ass," she said.

I looked at her. "Strong" I vaguely understood, the rest was gibberish.

She sighed. "Never mind," she said, "I need that box."

I moved several more containers of wildly varying weights until I got to the one she indicated. She opened it and pulled out some clothing.

"These...um...you know 'husband'?" she asked. I didn't.

"Mate? Partner?" she suggested. I knew what those meant literally based on what Robin told me, but I got the sense Kathleen meant something more. I nodded anyway.

"Partner's clothes. Bigger. Might work for you," she said.

"Where partner?" I asked, wondering if I'd soon have to deal with more people.

She stopped suddenly, as if I'd threatened her. "Gone," she said.

I didn't know the word, but I knew the posture. Every warrior did. "I'm sorry," I said.

"It's okay," she said, "He um...you know fight? Job?" I nodded. "His job was fighting."

"Me also," I said.

"These...fighting clothes," she said, and handed them to me.

They were thicker than many of the clothes I'd seen the people wearing, but I wouldn't have called them armor, unless the fabric was special in some way. They were patterned similar to our non-smart concealment gear, except the coloring was all wrong. Then I remembered what it looked like outside.

The bottoms were fine until my hips. I had to literally jump to get them to fit over, and the fastener was a bit strained, but I could squat without them bursting. The top would not fit over my chest, though the metal-toothed closure did fasten on the bottom.

"That will have to do. At least you aren't flashing your tits to everyone anymore," she said.

I recognized "your" but not the word after, so I asked. Kathleen looked at me, then laughed.

"Robin was probably too embarrassed to explain, wasn't she?" Kathleen said. I just looked blankly. Then she pulled up her top.

Her breasts popped out again and had an immediate effect. It had been quite a while since she'd taken me in her mouth, and as mentioned, three times a day for futas was light.

She gripped her breasts. "Tits," she said, "Do you know 'rude'?" I said I didn't. "Not nice word, 'tits'. Polite word 'breasts'. Polite is kind, good words."

I grabbed my own chest. "Tits," I said, "Breasts."

"Yes," she said, "Okay, time for preschool."

We spent quite a while going over names for parts of the body. Kathleen briefly taught me a song that covered a few of them, but we quickly moved beyond that. I also noticed she was specifically avoiding certain parts.

"Kathleen," I interrupted her when she was in the middle of naming each of the fingers. When she looked up, I pressed my finger gently against her ass.

She flushed and stammered a bit. "So...sex. You know sex?" she asked, and I nodded. I also couldn't keep a smile off my face as I thought that she of all people was aware of how I knew sex.

"Right," she said with a laugh that sounded nervous, "Parts...with sex. Many names. Polite and rude," she said. She reached around with her hand and grabbed a generous part of her own backside. "This...polite is 'behind' or 'rear'. Less polite, 'butt'. Rude, 'ass'."

I put a finger on her chest again. I was not totally surprised to feel her nipples hard. She tried to brush my hand off.

"I already told you, those are 'breasts'," she said.

I opened up my smart outfit and exposed my own breasts. She stared.

"Holy fuck...you're...those are big," she said, apparently not remembering she'd seen them before.

I cupped my own breasts and tapped my nipples. "These," I said.

"Oh...um...nipples. Those are nipples," she said, swallowing in between. Her eyes were fixated on my chest and I smirked.

I stepped forward. She looked up at me, a little fearfully, but also with an eager fire in her eyes. She didn't seem to remember details, but apparently some part of her, maybe subconsciously, remembered what I did to her.

I stopped well inside her personal space. My breasts were almost level with her head given our height difference. She looked between them and my face and licked her lips. I reached down with my hand and put it on her stomach, which I now knew their name for. Then I slowly slid my hand down. When my fingers were close enough to my target, I tapped it.

"That...um...lots of names," she said.

"Tell all," I told her as I started rubbing slowly.

"Um...vagina...most right...pussy...less good...c-cunt...very rude. Only use if angry or...very...very...ooooohhhhh."

She gripped onto my arm. I didn't think I'd made her cum, but I was definitely getting to her. Which was only fair; she was getting to me, as the strain in my crotch proved.

"This have word?" I asked as my finger slid completely inside her. I'd either turned her on fast or the discussion of body parts got her worked up, possibly anticipating when we'd get to the parts we explored now.

"F...fingerbang," she said breathlessly, "Is one word."

I slid my hand across my smart suit and the nanite fabric retracted, freeing my now mostly hard cock. Kathleen's eyes went wide.

"Holy shit. Did I....did you...?"

She'd forgotten my breasts now, focused only on my rod. One hand reached out tentatively. I couldn't help the twitch as I waited for her to make contact, to grab on. Her hand wrapped around my shaft. As with the day before, she could barely touch her fingers together in the middle. I was already leaking from the tip.

Kathleen let out another moan as I slipped my fingers in deeper. She started stroking me in time with my fingers pumping into her.

"I actually...took that...inside me?"

"Yes," I replied, getting the gist of the question.

"I wish I...remembered...mmmmmmm!"

I felt her pussy walls clamp down on my fingers and soak my hand as she curled up. Her grip went tight on my shaft, turning the head an angry purple as she bent over from her orgasm. It put her face near the head of my cock. I nudged it forward.

She moaned some more and didn't notice my cock bumping into her cheek at first. She turned and I pushed at her lips. It seemed almost automatic when she opened up and the tip in her mouth. Like before, she could barely get the top in, and she wasn't desperate to try like the other time. I did feel her tongue swirling around on the head and wondered how it would feel in my pussy. That wasn't my goal right now though.

I gently but firmly gripped her head and pulled her off of my cock. She looked up at me wide-eyed. She seemed a little nervous, but a lot more of her gaze suggested hunger and heat now. I pushed her back until she hit some of the boxes. I glanced down at the pants she had on and her arms were suddenly frantic, shoving them down and exposing herself to me.

I'd never actually seen her from the front. She had an unruly amount of hair down there. Women at home could grow hair out down there, but it usually only grew above their slit, not all around it, and the current fashion among them was to keep it bare. Kathleen's slit was barely visible and I saw her blush as she realized it. Despite that, she spread her legs and used her fingers to open herself, exposing the pink inside of her.

I'd taken her juices from my hand and slid them along my length, though I could see more seeping out of her and running down her leg. I wanted to go up and ram myself into her, but two things stopped me. One, she wasn't half-conscious like before, and I didn't want to scare her. Two, because of our heights, my cock was currently pointed at her ribs.

I glanced above me. If was too vigorous in my walking I would hit the ceiling with my head, and the floor was bare rock, or at least it felt like it even though it was too smooth and even. Time to get creative.

I moved forward and grabbed her, my hands going to her ass. I lifted her slowly and felt her quivering, either anxiously or in anticipation. I lifted her enough so our hips lined up.

"Put me in," I said.

"You won't fit; you're too-"

"Do it!"

Her hand reached down and gripped me, then pushed my head into place. I pulled her forward.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck!" she said, her eyes going wide.

Despite her reaction, sliding into her this time was much easier than our first encounter. She was primed for it this time, of course, but also the fit seemed better. Tight enough for maximum stimulation on my cock, though I could tell Kathleen might be dealing with more pressure than she expected. She kept a hand on my pubis but didn't push me away, probably just hoping I'd continue to go slow.

I hit bottom again in her and she let out a mixture of a squeak and a moan. It was probably just the position, but it felt like I got farther into her than I had with our first time.

She had instinctively wrapped her legs around me after I lifted her, and now her hands were on my shoulders. We looked directly at each other. It was amazingly arousing watching Kathleen react as I started pumping. She started talking almost immediately, mixing in with groans as I slid in and out of her. I didn't know most of the words, but "fuck", "full", and "Yes" were used a lot.

I'd just found the best balance of pushing, thrusting, and holding her when she cried out louder and I felt her pussy clench on me. She leaned forward and rested her head on my shoulders as I felt her ass and body quiver from climax. I slowed down but didn't stop thrusting.

"No stop...no stop no stop," she muttered, almost into my ear.

"Feel tits," I said.

Her covered chest had pressed against my still-exposed tits and I wanted to feel her. She got the idea and pulled her own shirt up. Her chest was small compared to me or even Jemma, but her breasts settled nicely into mine, the nipples close enough that they brushed each other. I changed my grip and movement a little so her body moved up and our mammaries glided against each other.

"Oh god I've never..." Kathleen said, then she arched her back. It pressed her chest even more firmly into mine, and her legs pulled. She wanted me to go faster, but didn't have anything near the strength to make me. I obliged her anyway.

Her panting heated my neck, and soon she started kissing it. "So soft and hard," she said, then I heard her breathing get faster. I felt twitching in her ass again and I knew she was close. My own climax was nearing; I'd been seeping juice myself for a while and the tip of my cock felt like a gathering explosion. I sped up the thrusting even more, making Kathleen nearly shriek into my ear as her third climax hit. Then I came.

My pulsing into her seemed to prolong Kathleen's orgasm; every time I shot another blast of cum into her she moaned and quivered as if starting another climax. She gripped onto me and I held her, neither of us trusting her ability to hold herself up at that point.

When I felt some strength return to her legs I lowered us until her feet could reach the floor. She jerked her leg up as if she stepped on something and I looked down.

There was a spreading puddle of our mixed juices, though most of it was my cum.

"Oh my god," Kathleen said, looking down as well, "That...that's from you?" she said.

"More in you too," I replied.

"Ugh, let's get this over with," she said, pushing up.

She stood and a flood of cum fell out of her to join the puddle. She put her hand over herself but more still leaked out.

"How the fuck did that all fit in there?" she muttered. She awkwardly waddled down the hall to another room, then came back with some sheets of cloth. One she held between her legs while the other she tossed to me. I recognized that it was absorbant, so I wiped off anywhere my smart uniform wouldn't cover.

"We need to talk about some things," Kathleen said, "But we also need food. And you need clothes. Shit."

I didn't understand most of it, but her frustration was obvious in her tone and her body language as she squatted down and began soaking up the remnants of our sex.

"Semen, by the way," she said. I looked at her confused, and she pointed to the puddle. "Semen. Or cum, less polite. Also word for...finishing. End of sex. Good feeling."

There were a lot of words that seemed to have more than one meaning in this language, which was not helping me learn it at all. I resolved to pay as much attention as I could as I bent down to help her.

Crystal

"Oh fuck me, yes!"

That's what Angela would have screamed out if the ball gag weren't in her mouth. Angela was a screamer even with vanilla orgasms, and the orgasms she was having now were anything but vanilla.

There was a vibrating clip pinching the top of her labia, crushing her clit between them and keeping it constantly buzzing, though not quite as nicely as if there were a vibrator directly on it. She was bent over a disused experiment table that, based on the goosebumps her skin had erupted with at first, started out cold. Now there was heat condensation all around her body. I had a grip on the length of pale hair that wasn't held down by the gag's strap, forcing her to arch her back.

Between the bony bulges of bone and skin that formed her ass, I methodically pumped a dildo into her. In reality it probably wasn't designed to be used; it was a rigid plastic thing that was nominally modeled after a penis, but it lit up like a rave toy. It was almost certainly only made to be a gag gift for bachelorette or similar parties where women felt empowered by either exhibiting or faking an interest in raunchy, deviant sex.

I used it because of Angela's unique nature.

The paleness of her skin and her thin build with barely any fat meant that when I penetrated her with the dildo I could actually see her skin glow from within. It was unique enough to catch my attention and make the experience slightly less boring; because usefulness as a sex toy was probably a secondary concern, mounting it as I had in the strap-on harness didn't do anything for my own pleasure. The base of it was a good two centimeters above my vagina, so all I was getting out of the experience were pelvic bruises.

Angela, on the other hand, was on her fourth orgasm. After a ten minute start up she averaged one every five minutes.

She ran out of energy after her last one and just flopped on the table like I'd Tased her, twitching and moaning as the glowing appendage made a mess of her anus. I'd only used lube on the shaft at the beginning and I'd been fucking her with it for twenty-five. I imagined she had to be a bit raw and I'd skipped re-applying the lube to see if she'd stop me as the friction caused pain. It never happened. I knew about the pain/pleasure theory of sexual excitement, based on the fact that both stimuli produced endorphins as an autonomic response, and now I was curious how much it applied to Angela. Was her submissive nature also accompanied by a unique relationship there? Was she a so-called "pain slut" who would experience arousal from physical pain? Perhaps something to explore in the future.

I slammed myself into her as deep as I could and undid the fastenings that mounted the dildo to the harness. Then I stepped back and pushed and twisted the base a little more, driving the toy even deeper in. The flared base would prevent it from being totally lost in the anus.

"That stays in you until you get home," I said, "And keep the lights on. I want your ass glowing and sparkling until the batteries run out."

A muffled moan through the gag was the only response.

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My stress levels had increased marginally due to unfulfilled sexual urges, but I wasn't distracted enough to pay them any attention.

Annoyingly, every independent stellar observer that was reliable in any way had confirmed the solar flare was just that; a solar flare. So the primary theory for what happened to my missing energy had dropped very far down the probability list. I was struggling to find another likely explanation, and for that I needed data. I didn't have all of it.

Angela came back into the lab fifteen minutes later. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail but still showed signs of sweaty exertion. She was also walking gingerly, though people tended to do that when a twenty-centimeter-long piece of plastic was lodged in their rectum. I did that mostly because I knew it would excite her submissive tendencies. I got no joy out of watching her squirm. I got no joy out of anything.

"Why don't we have full data figures for the capacitor sensors?" I asked her.

"Um...what?" Angela asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Your orgasm was almost twenty minutes ago and you're not a man; you shouldn't be suffering from refractory exhaustion. The capacitor sensor data cuts out at 14:57 for sensors 23 through 29."

"Oh. It was garbage, I kept it out," she said.

"Garbage?" I asked.

"Yeah, the sensors must have malfunctioned just before they were vaporized or whatever," Angela said.

I set down the tablet I'd been using to review the figures and looked at her as my brain tried to figure out the logic behind what she said. She tried to move out of my view, perhaps thinking I was 'zoning out' or something, but I followed her with my gaze.

"Doctor-"

"I've told you several times in the past that keeping data from me is unacceptable!" I said forcefully. I didn't get angry, but imitating it was pretty easy, and apparently I was unnerving to people by default, so it was very simple to intimidate them with only minimal effort.