The machine stopped. She pulled her shirt out, and, to her delight and surprise, it was not only intact, but also cleaned of even the faintest trace of the mess she’d been forced to clean up.
“Oh, hell yes.”
The rest of her clothes followed quickly, each item run through individually, just in case. Even so, it only took a minute for her to sterilize every last bit. Even the sweaty smell of her body odor after her cleanup had been eradicated. She very much doubted the Dohrags had ever intended the device to be used like this, but theirs was an aggressive, warlike way of seeing the world. Finesse and creative thinking were not exactly their strong suits.
She still had the matter of her body to deal with, but her hair was clean, and she’d bathed earlier, so this would just be a quick rinse. While she’d normally have enjoyed a leisurely shower, this was going to be done in under a minute, and for good reason.
Shalia dressed and quickly made her way to the showers. They were empty, the floors still wet from their recent use. Odds were the crew wouldn’t be coming back this way for at least twenty minutes. She stripped, rinsed faster than she’d ever done in her life, and hurried back to her quarters. She did it all without encountering a single one of them.
A wave of relief washed over her when she closed the door behind her. She was alone. Alone and safe, at least for now. The door didn’t lock, true, but after the tongue lashing Valin had given his men, she didn’t believe any would be so brazen as to try anything. At least, not so soon after his angry words.
She shed her clothes and slipped into bed, her body a mess of conflicting sensations. She was tired, naturally, but also amped-up. She felt clean, but the runes on her skin still tingled, especially the ones on her collarbone and chest. Her fingertips moved to the rune Valin had put into her skin, permanently marking her with his sigil. The tattoo had healed entirely, any trace of the inflammation from earlier completely gone.
He had done this to her against her will. Made her a part of this Dohrag world. Claimed her. She was mad at him. Furious, in fact. But nevertheless, he had also stepped in and saved her from lord knew what sort of atrocities Grallox and his buddies had in mind.
She felt the marking under her fingertip tingle as she thought of him, and to her surprise the rune in the middle of her chest began to heat up as well, as if the tattoos were somehow linked. Her heartbeat sped up slightly, her body growing warmer by the second. How the pigments now living in her skin worked was a mystery to her, but they were clearly what was doing this. Shalia moved her hand to feel the skin between her breasts where the Infala had been placed.
Her fingers brushed across her breast as she did, the sensations greatly enhanced, sending jolts of pleasure down the sensitive skin of her sides where a few of the thin lines ran until they intersected with the ones following the curves of her hips.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped as she gently traced the Infala’s design. Her nipples hardened instantly, sending an electric shock of pleasure to her clit. The little nub began to swell, throbbing with her increasing pulse in a way that made her legs feel all tingly.
Shalia’s other hand slid down her belly, the ball of heat forming within following its path until she came to rest on the sensitive bundle of nerves. She moved her fingers in a slow circular manner, her own shocking degree of wetness providing ample lubrication.
“Holy shit! Ohhhh, yessss,” she groaned as her vulva became swollen and flush with arousal. Everything was so sensitive,every touch so good. Was this the strange pigment somehow now enhancing things sexually as well? She didn’t know, and she didn’t care. The sensations were incredible, the contractions inside begging her to give her desperate flesh what it wanted.
Shalia pressed her hand lower, curving two fingers and slowly sliding them inside her soaking fold. She was quite possibly wetter than she’d ever been, and though she couldn’t say for sure, it certainly felt like she was running several degrees hotter than normal.
The little rough patch just inside was engorged, the nerve endings sending out jolts of almost painful pleasure through her belly, up to her nipples and out to her extremities. It was as if her entire body had been electrified, and the more she rubbed, the greater the charge was building.
Her head rocked side-to-side, the muscles in her neck tightening as her climax built deep inside. But she needed something. A little push to go over the edge. She thought back to her time with Kuxx, the way he touched her. How they’d fucked out in the open field that first night. That had been incredibly hot, and ever so needed.
“No, that’s not it,” she grumbled.
Their final time, standing in the small restroom compartment of the shuttle came to mind next. How he’d made her come so good, then, when she thought they were done, how he’d stepped up behind her and taken her again.
She felt a surge of pleasure, but it still wasn’t enough.
Her belly was a bundle of coiled energy just waiting for release, but she couldn’t quite get there. This was all the Dohrags’ fault. They’d messed things up. And that Valin asshole? The way he’d made her crawl to him, exposed and vulnerable. She’d seen his cock clearly. Saw how he was aroused by her. The way it had grown right there in front of her left no doubt. And it was a beautiful one at that, she mused, thinking of the way the water had flowed off it when she saw him in his full glory in the shower.
He had lifted her up with those powerful hands, hefting her asif she weighed nothing. She remembered how her nipples had brushed against his hard, hot length, the way she’d felt that surge of?—
“Oh, fuuuuuu—” she blurted, quickly pressing her pillow over her face to suppress her scream as her orgasm abruptly ripped through her with such speed and force she nearly blacked out. Her clit felt like it was going supernova, its waves of sparkling bliss spreading out through her entire body. Inside, she felt herself quiver and clench tight, spasming as she had a dual orgasm, the deep, twisting pain and pleasure making her legs lock up and her toes curl hard.
“Nnnngghh!” she cried out, her voice muffled by the pillow.
Shalia rocked in place, her body rigid as the orgasm washed over her in waves until finally it released its grip, and her limbs began to relax. She lay there, her heart pounding in her chest, wondering what had just happened. That hadn’t been a normal orgasm, and whatever it was, she knew at once it could be addictive. Had the pigment done this to her? Was this what she had to look forward to?
She breathed deep, the amused thought that she’d need to hydrate more to keep her muscles happy if she was going to be coming this hard in the future flittering through her head as she drifted off into a blissful sleep.
20
Shalia didn’t see Commander Valin the following morning, but his orders were clear enough. She was gathered up by one of the away crew and bundled off to the shuttle. It seemed he was setting her to hard labor back on the surface. He wanted her off his station, at least for a little while.
“Where are we going? Are we heading back to the camp?” she asked as the shuttle bucked and bumped its way through the atmosphere.
The grim faced Dohrag workers simply glared at her. Thanks to the little uprising, they were now being forced to work the fields, gathering what crops they could to keep at least a modicum of the operation productive. Suffice it to say, they were not amused.
Their job was to oversee the labor force, notbeit. The anger among the men at their predicament was almost palpable, and the stink of aggressive sweat was already wafting off them in waves. These pure-blooded Dohrags didn’t smell anything like Commander Valin, Shalia mused. If they did, being in such a confined space could be more than a little distracting.
