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Cellulose & Steel	By : Not-Taylor Category: Misc Books > FemmeSlash Views: 1028 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Olivia’s brain vibrates. Ouch. Did somebody bash her over the head with a lead pipe? She can’t look around because she’s blindfolded. That’s not good. Her arms are stretched out… because she’s tied to the bed. Verda’s bed. That’s right, she’s been captured and extracted from her interface tank to be kept as a pet. Fucking weeds. Ow… Her legs are tied too. She’s helpless. She decides not to move in hopes that helps with the pain. It probably does something.
Breathing exercises. Right. In, out. In, out. In, out. That’s marginally better. Verda hasn’t spoken yet. She must be… No, she wouldn’t be elsewhere. She’d be glorying in the suffering of her Terran prisoner. Ginger must be so worried- No she isn’t. Olivia remembers that her navigator is happily consorting with a weed she considers her owner. That in turn reminds Olivia of Dahlia, the girl she’d met earlier in the night. Or is it yesterday? The pain makes it hard to think. Verda would surely provide xenodrugs to ease the discomfort if she asked. She won’t. She’s a Free Terran… who was thinking some really insane things before. Stars, what’s her problem? She could’ve just lied. That would’ve made all the problems go away, wouldn’t it? There’s nothing wrong with lying to a weed… right? Dahlia only couldn’t because of the xenodrugs.
“Good morning, pet. Did you sleep well?”
Is there a correct answer to that question? Olivia doesn’t think so and she doesn’t try to guess what might happen if she’s wrong.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Did you have fun last night?”
A tendril silently and gently flicks across the Terran’s face, removing the blindfold. She winces in the fresh and sudden light. Eventually her vision is restored and she sees her captor’s vines flicking with predatory excitement. That’s not good. Tump thump ta-tump.
“I did before you stopped me.”
“Naturally, my little ‘free terran.’ Why did you think there would be no consequences to that decision?”
“It just kind of happened.”
“You accidentally attempted to spread a feralist ideology? I take you more seriously than that tdaiyn. Though, admittedly, the things your new friend told us while you were napping were very interesting…”
“Fuck off, weed.” She has no right to snoop in Olivia’s life!
“Oh? We can’t have that.”
A spiky vine wraps around Olivia’s thigh, bathing her in an instant of terrible pain. She cries in shock but it’s over quickly. Various textures spread through her legs and hips from the point of impact, tingling and burning everywhere they touch. Tump thump ta-tump. Olivia tries to resist the ties binding her to the bed. To her surprise, they yield. That’s not… They aren’t attached! She tries to get up, only to fall back against what they’re really attached to, the enormous affini in whose embrace she was carefully tucked.
“No!”
“No, we can’t, darling. Thank you for your agreement.”
She feels Verda smile as she braces against her prisoner’s struggles. It’d been so long that Olivia wasn’t familiar with just how strong her captor was. The restraint seems almost effortless, completely preventing any unwanted motions. She writhes against the vines as the patchwork of heat and cold spreads up her chest. She isn’t wearing anything. The vines below her suddenly have a strong texture that consumes her attention and forces her to pause. Every individual fiber is tangible and sends a unique sensation to her brain (not that she should really have a brain (not that Verda wants her to have a brain)).
A shriek comes from the Terran partisan, but it’s not a shriek of anger or frustration. The horror she feels over losing control of her throat finds no outlet. Tump thump ta-tump. No! She resists, bucking again against the flood of xenodrugs. Her legs no longer answer to her either, instead replying to Verda’s occasional delicate touch. Stars, she’s careful. No, she’s an evil weed! Olivia can’t let her win! This may be the end, but she won’t give up without as much of a fight as she can muster!
Tump thump ta-tump. Her arms give out. She can’t make them fight back. They’ve given in to shudders of pleasure at Verda’s touch. Tendrils skip across her body now, distracting her from plans of escape. For Terra! She can’t scream. She can’t fight back. She can’t focus, only suffer from a multitude of sensations that should have destroyed her brain. Tump thump ta-tump. Why can’t she just die?
Now Olivia’s entire head is humming and shimmering with Verda’s vines, playing along with the melody of her body. Tump thump ta-tump. Olivia is strong. She can resist. She just has to hold out a bit longer and it will pass… It has to…
Then the xenodrugs enter her brain, one at a time, each with a recognizable pulse and a shower of new sensations. First, she feels euphoric, then serene, content, ravenous, and anything that could be vaguely termed pleasant. Tump thump ta-tump. The affini tending her delicately doesn’t change her motions as that happens. Stars, Olivia has to get out. She’s a Free Terran!
Verda lets go of her property. The tactile silence is deafening as Olivia’s skin shouts its escalating need of something, anything. She can’t move enough to so much as rub her back on Verda’s foliage. Tump thump ta-tump. The only sensation other remaining, the only motion, in Olivia’s world, is the tump thump ta-tump of Verda’s alien heart. She hears the flow of fluids through her body, feels the pulse of her captor, smells the greenery all around her, and tastes xenodrugs on her tongue. Peppermint… Tump thump ta-tump.
They lie together that way for at least a minute, captive attempting to move and to feel anything more, and captor remaining perfectly still, denying that release. Olivia knows every other vine is in motion, watching her, listening to her, ensuring that nothing about her situation leaves a predefined acceptable range. She doesn’t really care. She just wants more.
That’s wrong. It’s unterran! She can’t… Xenodrugs are injected into her neck, letting her vocalize more than a few pathetic whimpers.
“Pet.”
“V-verda…” She wants to demand release, but the words don’t come out.
“Are you happy right now?”
“No…” Not until she’s set free.
“I see. Maybe I’ll leave you in peace a little longer?”
No… Olivia can’t give in. She needs to be left alone! Tump thump ta-tump. Just because… No! She says nothing, biting her tongue to keep in her pathetic noises of desperation. She’s better than that. She’s a Terran! Her skin starts to tingle, almost itching from lack of touch. She fights it. Mind over matter. She’s better than the stupid ape those weeds think she is. Tump thump ta-tump. She tries to block out the biorhythms, failing miserably. The harder she tries to hear anything else, the louder they become.
Tump thump ta-tump. Tump thump ta-tump. Tump thump ta-tump.
The restraining vines retract, dropping Olivia’s limbs against vines and other foliage. Slightly to her left, Verda inhales unnecessarily. Her music quiets. There’s nothing. Olivia could get up and walk away. A faint, barely perceptible prick of a finger happens. Seconds later, one final wave passes through her brain, setting all of her senses on fire. She screams and clutches her head. She feels vulnerable and bare, missing something, anything.
A single tendril passes slowly and methodically across her bow, sending waves of tingly ecstasy, but more importantly, sensation, across her body. She gasps, trying to hide the extreme reactions taking place inside her. Olivia’s heart is beating out of her chest, her breathing is erratic, nothing is working properly.
As suddenly as it had appeared, the vine is gone again, leaving the Terran ship in terrible and unspeakable darkness. She turns, looking with horror at her captor. She can turn? Tump thump ta-tump. The tendril that had provided so much relief dangles close by. Olivia leaps toward it, only to find herself buried in Verda. The disgusting xeno has trapped her, but she can still move and escape. She tries to stand, only to be knocked down by incalculable sensations from every vine around her forming an avalanche against her brain. Olivia moans in spite of all her efforts, gasping at the further touch as she limply slides down to her previous position. She tries and fails to rise again, plant matter pressing on every part of her exterior.
“Verda…”
“Yes, tdaiyn? Do you want something?”
“N-no…” She can’t give in, not now. Not after so long fighting…
Or can she? Tump thump ta-tump. Every move she makes buries her deeper in her captor’s embrace, closer to her core, and the origin of the horrible sound of her biorhythms. Verda silently reclines, watching with some unknown and alien emotion as her prey struggles against her. She doesn’t need to do more than provide an occasional distraction.
Eventually, after many minutes or hours or days, Olivia manages to right herself. She looks directly into Verda’s colorful eyes. She stares into their ringed depths for a moment, then collapses as a delightful sensation overtakes her. More xenodrugs. She didn’t feel the pain of the injection. She whines, unable to move.
“V-v-vee.”
“Pet?”
“Ve…”
“Do you want something, Ember?”
It whimpers.
“What would you like? You know I’d never let you suffer intentionally…” Her tone is devious.
“Ver…”
“Me? You want your mistress, my adorable floret? Of course! I would never deny myself to you. Is that really what you want?”
Suddenly all of her vines are removed, leaving the pilot stranded on the cold bed. It doesn’t provide the same stimulation the affini does, no matter how intently Olivia tries to rub against it. She whines.
“You’re certain? I wouldn’t want you to be upset with me later…”
“Mmm!” It can’t force itself to want to say no.
“Very well, darling, since you're such a good floret.”
In an instant every centimeter of Olivia’s skin is covered in green. The leaves and tendrils swirl in unknowable patterns across her, filling every neuron of her brain with sensation. Fireworks explode through her consciousness, providing no opening for things like devotion- or at least… devotion to anything but Verda. The Terran’s body is no longer bound, and she writhes and flails, doing anything she can to feel more.
Every motion and every second feels like an eternity, and the seconds during which Verda pulls back are the longest. She doesn’t have to. Olivia knows she doesn’t have to. She still does, temporarily turning her prisoner’s moans into whines. She doesn’t stop. Olivia doesn’t want her to stop. That would be devastating. Tump thump ta-tump. Verda can’t let go… Not now…
She doesn’t, and her captive is grateful, grabbing onto vines however and whenever she can, only to be gently dislodged and sent to the next cluster. At times, she hugs Verda’s core, burying herself all the way into her leaves and feeling the assorted junk that’s stored there. She doesn’t mind. The cool inside that area is worth the weird textures. That’s where Olivia eventually comes to rest, too tired to keep moving even though her body wants to. Tump thump ta-tump. Verda strokes the hair of her tired property, letting her bask in the thermal contrast between her interior and exterior. She doesn’t say a word, letting her motions speak for themselves. Olivia can’t move, tired and bound. It’s so cozy here… Would she even want to?
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