Chapter 15: Theories and Violence.
I slept again, a troubled sleep full of images of fucking and violence, to finally awake sweating and shivering.
Sliding off my bunk I staggered over to the sink and washed my face with cold water, trying to clear my head. That achieved, at least in part, I stumbled over to the food dispenser to fill my stomach with something other than cum, and was rewarded with a bowl of grey mush with no determinable flavour.
As I ate, I considered what I had learned so far. It was little enough, but it was a start. The most interesting piece of information had been when the guard had told Gol to concentrate. Directly after that, a huge 'wave' of lust had overwhelmed me. From this I deduced that, although the Elfish sex-field was always 'on' so to speak, it could be controlled, maybe directed. It would be worth experimenting if I ever had the chance.
I finished my mush, scraping the bowl clean. It was hardly the best meal I'd ever had, but even so I felt a little better for it. I felt full at least, and slightly more ready to face what would no doubt be another session of gang r#pe. Even as I thought about it, footsteps approached.
"Here we go again then," I said to myself, and stood up, glancing at myself in the holo-mirror. A skinny young girl, her long, sparkling silver hair matted and knotted with dried semen, and the same all over her body. Naked as a bird. I hadn't worn any clothes since I woke up in this fuck-forsaken place.
The door opened, and a sologram guard gestured at me. Okay then, no fucking for a moment or two more maybe. I ran my tongue along my still regrowing teeth, just checking, in case I got a chance to use them again.
Following the solo I soon realised I was heading back to the boss's office. Well, this should be interesting.
We walked along the corridors in silence until we reached the large, wooden double doors. The guard stopped and gestured at me, as one of them swung open.
For the second time I strolled into the office, taking my time. I had little enough under my control, so what I did have, I used.
Just as before, the odd, pink shelled alien was behind her desk. Today she was wearing an even more impressive wrapping around her still-unseen torso. This one was shimmering metallic colours that glistened and swirled around of their own accord as you watched. It was really quite hypnotic.
"I see you are less confident this time," the bitch in charge said. "You are learning a lesson maybe? A lesson that you cannot win here."
I shrugged. "I've seen better," I said, strolling over to some kind of light pink vase that was perched on a low table made of some kind of purplish wood.
"You are still insolent, but I have seen your tears of rage, of frustration. This is what you did to billions of souls. Your suffering is but a pale shadow of what is to come."
I looked at the Karma, and then, not taking my eyes off her, deliberately knocked the vase onto the floor, where it cracked and split into two.
The warden hissed. "That was the last artefact of a lost race."
I shrugged and looked around for something else to break.
"Whose body is this?" I asked, deciding that it might be a good time to glean a little more information. "You're always preaching about me being all bad, but you take over a young girl's body to be abused like this? You're worse than I am." Okay, that was a lie, but she couldn't know that.
"You are lying," she replied
Maybe she could know.
"This body," the Karma gestured at the battered form I inhabited, "was grown here, by my technicians."
"Not possible," I said. "No one knows how to clone a working Elf."
"The Elves, or ******** species," the Karma replied, saying a word that was beyond translation, "were created by us, the Karma. Of course we know how they work."
"You created them? Fuck off. I don't believe you." Although maybe I did.
"What you believe matters not to me!" She was growing angry again. Good. "You are just a piece of excrement on the floor to me."
"Really?" I said. "Okay then, how about this?" I squatted down and strained, pushing out a shit onto her nice carpet. I hadn't gone in a while, so it was a reasonable sized one. It wasn't hard either, my ass had been loosened up quite a bit recently.
"You little maggot!" The Karma raced over to me before I could even react. I'd forgotten how fast she was.
"You will eat that back up!" She grabbed me and yanked me round, easily overwhelming me with her massive strength, and jammed my face into my still steaming turd.
"Eat it!" She hissed, bending low over me.
As if obeying, I opened up and took a large mouthful of the pile. It tasted like... well, shit, but I'd tasted shit before, and as horrible as it was, there were worse things.
The Karma seemed to relax a little as I obeyed her, which allowed me to twist my head and spit my brown mouthful up at her. Spitting a mouthful of shit isn't easy, try it if you don't believe me, so it didn't hit her floating face, but it did land on her lovely gown, where it rolled down and dropped back to the floor, leaving a brown trail behind it.
Shrieking with rage, the Karma threw me violently away. I was propelled through the air, to hit the wall on the other side of the room with a horribly final sounding crack.
For a split second time seemed to slow down, and my vision altered. The world seemed changed, as though I was looking through a different set of eyes. I could see the air itself, colours I'd never seen before swirled around, waves of force made themselves known to me.
I remember thinking how very interesting this all was, just before time sped back up to normal again, and I fell to the floor.
I was dead before I hit the ground of course.
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