Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
He fucks me with that handle for what feels like an eternity, slowly forcing it inside my soaking pussy and then pulling it free over and over for hundreds of impossibly stern strokes. I wriggle and writhe and I complain, too.
“This is too much…”
He gives me a light slap and keeps the handle moving inside my dripping pussy. “Oh, no. It’s not. It might be a fraction of what you need. Time will tell.”
“What will it tell?” It’s so hard to ask questions when I’m being manually fucked with an alien discipline dildo.
“How long you take to break for me, my love.”
“Never,” I say.
“Never say never,” he responds, sounding almost human as he slowly works that damn tool in and out of me, stimulating my pussy without giving me the clitoral satisfaction I crave. I can’t come. I just have to lie here and feel myself being sternly fucked. It’s not the worst thing that ever happened. As much as he might be trying to teach me a lesson, I am easily aroused and this is doing it for me far more than being whipped was.
There is a rumble, and a faint sound of screaming. Something like distress, but more intense, as if thousands of junior engineers cried out at once.
A hand comes crashing through the exterior wall. I say a hand, but only two fingers can make it through. Those two fingers pluck me up as finely as if they were surgical tools, whipping me away from Arkon and to the relatively un-fucked safety of her palm.
She grips me in her massive hand and pulls me out of the building, carefully keeping me inside the atmosphere, which is nice because choking to death outside would be a bad time. I find myself on her palm so far above the ground I would definitely die if I fell. But I do not intend to fall. And I do not think she would let me even if I wanted to.
I can see Arkon staring through the fist-shaped hole in the wall. He looks something between confused and very angry.
* * *
Arkon
Just when I think the process of mad-sciencing a goddess into being has had enough unintended side effects, along comes another unexpected event. I don’t know how the hell any of that happened, but I do know that the Fematrix is not responding to my cues, and that my human mate is in as precarious a position as she has ever been. I was just trying to keep her safe, and now…
“Drak! What the hell!”
I have stormed off to find the only person capable of dealing with this. I am glad I did not kill him as I wanted to when I first discovered he’d sawed my lover’s brain out of her skull and installed it in the machine.
I didn’t kill him.
But I did make his life very unpleasant.
Drak is in the cage in my bedroom. Not a perfect place for him, rather small, but it is the most humiliating place I could think of to make him stay while I think of somewhere worse for him to be.
I find him sitting on the floor with his back against the bars, apparently unconcerned by his predicament when I burst in.
“Which hell are we referring to?” He asks the question far too calmly for my liking.
“The one where that fucking robot put its fist through the side of our facility and took Evie while I was trying to punish her.”
“Ah,” he says. “Interesting. I wondered if something like this might happen.”
It seems to me that the last few days have consisted of almost nothing but wanting to kill this man while simultaneously reminding myself I need him alive. We all do.
“Something like what?” I ask the question through gritted teeth.
“If it is as you say it is, it would seem that the machine has bonded with her. There are circuits upon circuits inside the goddess, so many that she is effectively a more conscious brain than some, or perhaps most humans.”
“And how do I get the machine to return her?”
“She’ll likely do that in her own time, when she is satisfied that Evie is not in any danger.”
“She was never in any danger from me,” I say. “I was trying to discipline her.”
“Fine line for a creature like the Fematrix to discern,” Drak says, inspecting his fingernails. “I could put in a word for you, I suppose. Perhaps re-engineer a few circuits to make things like this less likely?”
“If you can, then you must.”
“I must do nothing,” he says, glancing at me with a cutting look. “You are asking for a favor, and that favor is not owed to you in the slightest. If I do this, I will want my freedom.”
“You don’t deserve freedom,” I say.
“And arguably, you don’t deserve a human mate. Or any mate. You don’t deserve anything more or less than me. We’ve both been building a weapon capable of mass destruction and trying to, one way or another, stick a human to it. You’re not better than me just because you discovered the fact you like sticking your cocks in her.”