“It was strange, almost compelling, and for a moment I really wanted to go with him. But then whatever juju he did vanished and I wanted to stay with you. He said some things,” she swallowed, “he congratulated me and I have no ideawhy. I saw my opportunity to reassert myself and took it.” Kat lifted her face. “I’m not sorry.”
“I have rules for a reason and if I wanted you on the upper decks, I’d allow it. But I don’t,” he stormed. “I have not and I will not have you disobey my word.” Kat winced as he took her arm and led her back to her jailed section and into the facility. He took the wristlet off her arm and crushed it in his fist. Bin-Three appeared at her side.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, hugging herself.
“You just said you weren’t. False-fucking-bravado. Bin-Three will be at your side at all times. If you need to leave this room only it can allow you to.” He turned away to leave her.
She surged forward to stop him. “Please, Dommik, I am sorry! I won’t go up there again. I just...”
“Reflect on how badly you want to live, Katalina, because you have an idiotic tendency to play with your life.” And then he was gone. “Even I can’t save you from some things,” his voice faded behind the door.
Kat looked around almost mystified that there weren’t a thousand rainbows anymore. She glanced at the closed walls far and deep, the giant glass, to an empty zoo of enclosures and beyond to the few plants and animals, they were safeguarding. The closed door to the roaches, now beyond her reach, and the androids who ignored her, lifeless and yet observant.
She rested her gaze on Bin-Three.
Maybe she had made a mistake, maybe even a few of them, but she couldn’t pinpoint one exact moment that changed her, considering there were a few of them.
But her mind wandered back to the upper decks.What’s up there?
She hadn’t seen anything off-putting, only the same series of doors over and over. If he was hiding something it was deeper in.
If the Trentians had seen something, it hadn’t bothered them. Kat reached to grab the key-chip in her pocket, only to realize it was still in her room. With a second glance around the vacuous, empty menagerie, she walked to the console room to work, only to find that the network connection had been disabled.
She was just a girl, just an assistant, just another person traveling through space. Her skills wouldn’t help her here.
She rested her head on her hands and waited.
Kat woke up sometime later. Her eyes cracked opened as a quiver ran down her body from the chill of the room. She lifted her head and winced, finding her neck tight and crooked, her arms red from leaning on them, and the groggy feeling of loss as sleep left her.
The light was dimmer than usual, lowered to accommodate that the day shift had ended. Bin-Three was a statue out of the corner of her eye. Kat stretched and stood up, turning to face her android guard.
She jerked and gasped as Dommik stepped out of the shadows instead, wearing nothing but a set of faded pants and his long, blue-black hair that fell over his chest. A stalker in the night. Her butt hit the table as he came upon her, his mouth hard and rough against her own. He caught her up against his chest as he set upon devouring her.
Kat was being eaten alive.
His heavy tongue thrust between her lips, demanding entrance. He licked her tongue, mimicking sex. Her body heated, readying for more, urged on by his thick bulge pressed into her stomach. Dommik jacked himself off with her entire frame.
The metal skeleton of his chest opened up, shifting and hot-as-hellfire to her skin, fraying her shirt off just as his second set of arms ripped it off her. Dommik leaned away to pull down her bra, thrusting her breasts up to his gaze, her nipples pert for his attention. Kat’s eyes drifted down to his concave torso, no longer in its human shape.
She reached out to explore the metal inside him, the wires and the cords, where organs should have been but were not, having been replaced by parts.
He pulled the rest of her clothes off, shredding them until she stood there trembling in nothing but her bra. She reached forward to release his shaft.
“No.” Dommik caught her hands and turned her around, he kicked her legs apart and bent her over the table. “What am I to do with my little fairy? She lost her wings along the way.”
Kat shivered despite the heat of his body, her core already wet and ready enough to feel her essence drip down her thighs. One of his hands scraped down her back, two held her in place, gripping her hips.
Something warm touched her sex. “What’re you doing!?”
It penetrated her, thin at first.A finger?Until it got thicker and wider. Curved and clawlike.
“Fairies don’t get to speak,” he snapped, clasping a hand over her mouth. “Goddamn, you’re ready for me.” He fucked his claw in and out of her, over and over, until it shifted inside of her, and left her at the mercy of two thick fingers pushing at her g-spot.
Kat arched her back and moaned into the hand clamped over her mouth, she stood on her tiptoes to relieve the pressure building inside. The hand on her back reached under to press into her pelvis, making her ready to explode. To squirm. To buckle.
“That’s it,” he said. She writhed under him, feeling him hook over her, his long hair tickling her back. “That’s how a fairy gets her wings back.” Her palms pressed into the table.
Kat screamed as she climaxed from his words.
