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Cellulose & Steel	By : Not-Taylor Category: Misc Books > FemmeSlash Views: 1028 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Thank you, my adorable ‘free terran.’ I’d been so hoping that you would find a way to ask to be broken in. That mouth has not stopped asking for trouble since you came into my possession, but begging to be put in your place in front of thousands of affini? Who am I to say no to temptation like that?”
A murky shape is passing by at a distance. Olivia can’t understand what it’s talking about. Breaking mouths? Affini temptation? She tries to blink but her eyes flutter halfway open and halfway shut, never really reaching either state. Her head won’t shake either. Milkshake…
“Now that you’re awake, we will begin your real domestication. I would have stopped you as soon as you began that speech, a simple tug on your leash would have done I know, but you were proving my point so excellently. How could I stop you when you were being so helpful?
“That doesn’t mean you won’t be punished for your ill behavior, but it does mean that the punishment will be tempered somewhat. You’re just so cute as you are, toy.”
The shape is not definitively green. It’s still a nebulous blob, but the sounds it makes are starting to feel less nonsensical.
“I had to dose you with enough xenodrugs to ensure you would stay out until we returned home, to our home, to our bed. This is our home now, where you will live with me. Just the two of us. Nobody else. Nobody will come for you or check on you. Nobody cares, and anyone who did would take my side, not yours. Do you understand why it is in your interest to be a properly behaved floret, Olivia Edok?”
“Ehh? N nm. ‘oo.”
That’s not very impressive, but it’s the best Olivia can muster.
“I believe you’re attempting to say ‘yes, Mistress.’ Is that the case?”
No you botanical bitch. “Mmm.’”
“Very good, pet. I’ll be back shortly to begin your domestication to ensure you act with propriety in the future.”
With a parting forehead tap, Verda flows out of the room, leaving Olivia alone with her thoughts. It’s rather lonely until they start to materialize again. The xenodrugs had been extra strong this time. Olivia tries to move her arms, but they’re tightly tied to the bed again. The collar is different. It feels thicker, as though there’s more inside it. She’s otherwise naked. All things considered, being exposed to the talking topiary isn’t the most pressing issue. Nor is it the continuing pain in Olivia’s chest, which simply will not stop no matter how she contorts her shoulders. It’s the fact this feels kind of nice. Especially being poked. Olivia knows she should resent it. She knows that the feelings the xenodrugs are attempting to push into her brain are treasonous. She knows she has to resist.
Stuck where she is, Olivia has nothing better to do than look around. The room is much larger than the one they’d shared before. It smells of pine, or some xeno facsimile thereof. The floor is covered in some woven fabric that she doesn’t recognize. Wool? Palm thatching? Most of what’s around her is in deep green and wheat tones. It’s quite cozy in a Nordic witch sort of way. Does this mean the xeno has a sense of style? Clearly she does…
Does not,* because she’s a xeno. The furniture appears to be made out of woven saplings, though Olivia can’t figure out how they were prevented from dying, because they almost still look alive. Of course it doesn’t matter since she’ll be out of here soon enough anyway. Just as soon as she can clean up the mess she made with that rant. What was she thinking?
The bed seems bigger almost than the one on the shuttle. It takes up about a quarter of the room. This must be “their” new bed, the one they were apparently to share. She shivers at the thought of being wrapped in Verda’s vines at night and held close to her. Truly awesom- Awful! That’s awful and unacceptable for a Terran. Olivia refuses to stand for such a thing.
She doesn’t have much time to think about how to actually achieve the plans she’s making because Verda returns, with a smug and confident expression on her lips. Do her lips look plumper than before? She’s carrying a bag box thing, which she sets on the table. It’s full of bottles and needles. Olivia goes white. Before wasn’t the end. This is the end. Fo-
The room starts to swim. Everything is compressing into a single point behind her. She can’t see it. She’s blind, but her eyes are working. Opening and closing does something but she doesn’t see a difference. Now her fingers don’t work. She can only go in diagonals and the bed is crushing her from underneath. Nope. Not happening. No. Not now. Oh. Olivia feels a sense in her gut that tells her she’s about to throw up. The air is too thick. She can’t move. She tries to run but she can’t jump. She’s stuck. The cables won’t budge. There’s nothing there. She’s deaf now too. Light stinks of burnt nutrition cubes and burnt human flesh. Ginger’s flesh. Because Olivia couldn’t save her. Cast into the fire with her new weed friends. She’s being shot full of some nasty projectiles. Vines are ripping her to shreds.
The door opens and Verda enters. Just in time. She doesn’t need to know about the sensor dysphoria. Too much power to give a xeno, and besides, there’s no treatment. Withdrawal is going to hurt.
“Good morning again, floret. Are you feeling any more lively?”
Olivia tries to spit but her mouth is dry.
“I’m sorry to hear that, darling. Would you like me to give you a drink of water before we begin?”
What? “Uh.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t want you to be thirsty. It’s important even for cute little terrans to stay properly watered.” A vine darts out of the room and quickly returns with a wooden cup full of water. Olivia feels confident it really is just water. The tendril moves over to her and close to her lips.
“How silly of me, you can’t reach, can you, darling? I suppose I’ll have to help you drink, shan’t I?” There’s a devilish gleam in her eye. She’s been looking forward to a moment like this since Olivia fell into her clutches. The cup is pressed to Olivia’s lips and she struggles not to spill as it’s tilted against her. She doesn’t succeed and some water splashes down her neck.
“Aw, you spilled all over yourself. Let me get that for you, pet.” Verda’s vines begin caressing Olivia’s neck ever so gently. It’s less that the vines are touching her than the frayed edges of the vines. It’s like a feather dancing on her skin but lighter and gentler. It almost feels like her imagination, but it also feels wonderful. The vines leave a trail of sparkling sensations all over her neck. Olivia struggles to breathe regularly.
“Another sip?”
Of course Olivia nods emphatically.
“Good girl.”
The process is repeated and it’s all the human woman can do to hold in a moan. “Xeno scum” she forces herself to think.
“I see your xenodrugs have mostly worn off. Let’s fix that, my little revolutionary.”
Verda deliberately takes one of the vials out of its socket as well as a syringe. She slowly and carefully measures out a couple of milliliters in full view of Olivia. She makes steady eye contact, drinking in her prisoner’s horror. She licks her lips and takes one slow step after another toward her. “Hold still. It’ll hurt less that way.”
Verda injects the fluid despite Olivia’s bucking. She tries, but she’s not strong enough to move against the vines and arms holding her down. She screams, but only a sleepy groan comes out. Olivia feels a slight chill passing through her veins. She doesn’t yet know what xenodrugs have been put into her bloodstream, but they can’t be good. She’s already getting dizzy, and not from the shock of having four limbs and no mass drivers.
Verda steps back, admiring her work. She counts time on her fingers, but really she’s just counting in tune with her pulse. Is this intentional? Tump thump ta-tump. No! Olivia will never submit!
Seeing the bound woman’s vexation, Verda taunts her. “Is something wrong? Do you really dislike my heartbeat that much? I technically don’t have a heart, you know, though I’m sure you would say I was heartless even if I did, wouldn’t you, my stubborn pet?”
Tump thump ta-tump. Tump thump ta-tump.
“Did you realize that during your speech you took a tangent to, in essence, publicly deny you were in love with me? That’s what the expression means: to march to the beat of someone’s core.”
Tump thump ta-tump.
“Everyone present knew perfectly well that the heart to whom you were referring was mine, my dear.”
Tump thump ta-tump. Tump thump ta-tump.
“So, brave, independent, and free protector of Terra, why would you say such a thing?”
Tump thump ta-tump.
“Could it be because you were hiding something from yourself?
Tump thump ta-tump.
“That you like feeling the life flow through me, as I enjoy the feeling of life flowing through you as you doze upon our bed, pet?”
Tump thump ta-tump.
“That you don’t despise your mistress as much as you would have everyone believe?”
Tump thump ta-tump.
“I suppose we’ll see soon, won’t we. Aaand…”
Tump thump ta-tump. Tump thump ta-tump. Tump thump ta-tump. Tump thump ta-tump. Tump thump ta-tump. Tump thump ta-tump. Tump thump ta-tump. Tump thump ta-tump.
Verda’s counting seems to be approaching some target number. Olivia panics as she tries to figure out what’s going to happen when the injection fully kicks in. Already it’s hard to focus on much of anything but Verda’s thunking. She doesn’t want to be a pet! There’s always a way out.
…
The beat stops.
Tump thump ta-tump.
It continues inside Olivia’s brain. It’s in her now, like a mass produced melody. That thing put a part of itself inside of her! She wants to vomit, but something’s stopping her. The xenodrugs.
Now what?
When Verda decides that her pet has simmered long enough she takes a single step. Olivia recoils straight into a net of vines. In this case “recoil” means moving a few centimeters, but it’s enough. The vines take hold with hooks and tributary tendrils, hugging every part of Olivia’s body.
Tump thump ta-tump.
Is it Verda’s fault her body’s rhythm is precisely the rhythm she’d been tapping out? Of course it’s her fault. She knew what she was doing, and she orients Olivia’s head just right so she can know just how proud Verda is of that accomplishment. Not that it matters much. Olivia is too busy gasping at the writhing of vines all over her body, no longer simply brushing from far away, to register such things as being of high priority.
Tump thump ta-tump.
All Verda does is touch and hold eye contact. She barely lets her pet blink. She licks her lips again as she watches Olivia contort.
Slowly and carefully, a single vine that had been held back reaches out toward Olivia’s face. When it’s a quarter of a meter away, it stops and slides down ever so slowly, until it’s almost touching her chest. She winks and the vine flicks Olivia’s right nipple. She screams.
“So you’re vocal? Perfect. We’ll have so much fun together. You did give me what I wanted during our engagement at the ceremony, so I believe I’ll still reward you with that steak I promised, pet. We’ll go to a restaurant and I’ll be able to show you off to even more people!”
She flicks the left. This time it’s more moan than scream.
“Interesting. I’ll have to experiment with that later. But for now, it’s time to check on how your xenodrugs are progressing.”
A thin vine slides down Olivia’s throat. She moans. It feels all around in her mouth, touching each tooth and the back of her tongue. She still doesn’t gag. It keeps going down her throat as its owner grins.
“Very good. There’s only one more order of business before we can truly start to play, pet.”
The tendril withdraws slowly, caressing the inside of Olivia’s face as it leaves. A new pair of vines each draw a circle around one of her nipples, eliciting a quiet groan as they go.
“Say please.”
Herbicides are too good for you. “Ais-”
“Your mouth isn’t quite ready? That’s all right. We can wait, darling.” She continues to poke and prod and tease, watching the reactions of the terran below her. The moans get louder and needier over time, no matter how hard she tries to suppress them. Her body starts to buck under the stress and her back arches up toward her tormentor.
“Beautiful. Your form is simply artful. Are you ready to continue?”
“More…”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t st-”
“Incorrect.” All of the vines and tendrils withdraw just out of reach.
“Say please.”
“No…”
“As you wish.” She sits down in a chair facing the bed and simply watches. Olivia groans and writhes, unable to satisfy the needs she now has. Her body begs for release, but none is coming. Verda very slowly begins to tap the same rhythm as before with her toe. Olivia shouts something that isn’t a word. Verda merely smirks, flicking her vines like the tail of a cat.
Olivia almost comes close to breaking her bonds. Well, not really, but it feels that way to her. She screams again. Somehow the texture of her cuffs seems to be making things worse as it rubs on her. She cries out a third time, and nothing happens. She collapses in a panting heap.
“Please…”
“Please…?” Verda prompts.
“Please!”
“I suppose if you insist…” The affini chuckles as her vines lash out in Olivia’s direction. In a second they’re all over her body. They massage her scalp, her feet, and her back. Vines knead her breasts and tickle the insides of her thighs. Stars, she feels good.
Gradually, all of the vines retract. “I knew you had manners somewhere in there, under the feralism.”
“Embarrassed and flustered still, Olivia objects. “Only because you drugged me.”
“Did I? That injection you just had contained water with electrolytes since you were so dehydrated. There were no xenodrugs in that, pet.”
“You drugged me before.”
“I did! But I’m sure you had that out of your system by the time we started. After all, if you’d been at any sort of a meaningful dose you wouldn’t have had a fit about my biorhythms. If you insist on seeing the difference for proof, however…”
Olivia is stabbed in three different places at once before she can even process what she was told. Colors flash in her eyes as the needles discharge into her blood. Clearly, these are real xenodrugs. She knows because she immediately starts to feel strange. Suddenly, everything is made of pudding. Her limbs are pudding. Verda’s vines are pudding. The bed is pudding. Verda is singing and her voice is so pretty. Olivia wants to listen to it forever. The vines on her skin are singing the song too. Now the song is made of pudding. And now the pudding tastes delicious. It’s so warm…
The pudding runs over Olivia in waves, and suddenly those waves crash together into ropes of pudding. The ropes slide over her, touching her everywhere, and they feel so good. The song is in her ears and in her limbs and on top of her heart, begging to be let in, begging her to sing it with the rest of the pudding world. But it feels too good. Olivia is too happy. She doesn’t care about singing, she hugs the song and the pudding and the cuffs and her collar. She hugs Verda and kisses her somewhere. Everything is strange shapes and she can’t see where.
Olivia beeps, but her sonar is offline. She beeps again, and it’s still offline. She doesn’t care any more. Every centimeter of her skin is singing. Everything feels so good and numb and raw. Something is coming but she doesn’t feel it until it’s there. She unleashes a full missile barrage in response. The affini shaped pudding sings a coo in reaction. It sounds happy. Her legs are bound more tightly to prevent her from engaging hyperdrive. She wouldn’t even if she could. It’s too comfy here. The Song unleashes another barrage more powerful than the last. Time passes and stands still. Interstellar debris hits the Song’s cargo bay. Olivia’s missiles fire off at full capacity. Her hull shakes from the strain and an internal warning siren goes off. The song pauses in surprise and then resumes. A plant demon briefly appears and recedes into pudding. Slowly, the music and the pudding dissipate, leaving only Olivia, bound and shackled with an affini curled all around her and intertwined in her body. Her brain is so foggy. Everything feels amazing. Everywhere on her skin feels good. She doesn’t want to go anywhere. She can’t stay awake. Why is she tired?
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