DiamondStar IV

            The slaves were brought only a few corridors from the pen, to a large community bathroom.  It reminded Nysia of her school’s sports facilities; there were a half dozen chrome shower heads extending from one wall, and a row of toilets in doorless stalls along the opposite.  Two of the showers were in use: four men, naked, their arms tied behind their backs, contorted and struggled to clean another with soap and washcloths.  They seemed familiar – They must be from DiamondStar as well!  Apparently the crew plays for men, too. 

            Guards began to work down the line, handcuffing the women similarly to the males.  As she awaited her turn, Nysia admired her male peers: they were exquisite young men, none much over twenty years and all athletic.  She couldn’t help noticing, as well, that each was well endowed: or at least she assumed so, not having seen terribly many men nude, but the proportions were close to those in her parents’ porn vids and she had heard those were oversized. 

            Nysia had finally decided the blond one must be Gerald Rimms, a star killball player two years older than her that she’d swooned over in high school, when a marine jerked her hands behind her back and tore her from her moment of reverie.  “No need to stare the boy’s cock quite so much, slut, you’ll get plenty of that sort of thing soon.”  Omigod, I was staring at…!  And they all saw me!  She blushed in shame, tucking her chin down as much as she could despite the metal collar, and pretended not quite everyone in the room was staring at her. 

            A moment later, a pair of rough hands shoved something – soap? – into her hands and pushed her forward into a heavy spray from the showers. 

            Until that moment, the sudden turn of events had seemed surreal – everything since Lisa’s sudden, passionate kiss had seemed surreal, like it was just some weird, kinky vid.  But the feel the water shocked her out of her complacence, and with a start Nysia realized she was naked in a shower, only a couple feet away from equally nude men, while a half dozen others in uniform, who regarded her as goods, stared at her unabashed.  Not for the first time since the attack, she just wanted to die and have it end.  Instead, Lisa was telling her calmly that she needed to start scrubbing, as though all this were somehow normal and beneath her, some minor indignity she would ignore.

            “Nys…with our arms behind like this, we can’t scrub our fronts.  You have to do me, then I’ll do you.  They consider it…funny.”  Lisa shrugged her pale shoulders and rolled her blue eyes.  “Do my hair first, it’s horrid.”  With that she bent over, dangling the blond tresses into her friend’s hand – who, for her part, felt a vague sense of regret at the thought of Lisa being completely cleansed of the last traces of her own dousing.  With a nod, the long process began.  Nysia looked ahead, into Rimms’ eyes as his worked his own partner, and rubbed furiously at the long tresses.  They felt like silk despite their ill-treatment and the poor soap.  No doubt they’ll bounce right back into those little ringlets, too; some girls have all the luck! 

            She caught herself at the thought; did they really wish to look good for their captors?  Shouldn’t they at least resist that much?  She sighed.  They’ll take what they want anyways; I may as well treat myself well, if no one else is going to.  This fiendishness is no excuse to be uncivilized.  And besides – our captors aren’t the only ones that will see us; Gerald saw her now, and his growing member showed his appreciation of her body.  What will it feel like when one of those takes me?  Just like the diamond?  It seems as hard, now, although I’d always imagined it softer….

            Working together, the two girls worked down Lisa’s face – her features felt odd beneath Nysia’s hands – down her neck past the collar and tattoo, and over her shoulders.  When she came to her friend’s breasts, she hesitated; but Lisa did not, and confidently pressed each globe to the soap, gyrating to scrub them as well as possible.  Staring ahead, Nysia watched the killball player’s muscles ripple as she moved her cuffed hands over Lisa’s nipples, teasing them to attention as Gerald’s sex twitched in appreciation. 

            Nysia’s hands caressed their way down the blond’s trim middle.  She realized that by this time Lisa was standing enough to see the wordless exchange with the boy, and the thought that both of them, together, were wanting to be used by the same man at the same moment made her desperately want to bring herself off.  Instead, her twitching fingers found Lisa’s sex and rubbed it passionately as though it were her own.  Realization brought Nysia up short; I’m frigging my best friend!  She had a moment to wonder what expression Lisa’s face held behind her, but then heard a breathy whisper next to her ear.  “Oh God, scrub it hard Nys, I don’t think I’ll ever be clean there again….”  Lisa’s hips rocked against the brunette’s fingers, forcing them inside her.  Gerald’s eyes grew wide, and his penis seemed to shudder.  “Mmm yeah…let him see…I wish we could both take him….”

            Oh my…what am I doing?  This is so wrong, but…they both like it, it must be nice…just go along…I can’t very well stop now, can I?  Her fingers moved quickly within Lisa’s moist cleft, finding her clit and teasing it.  At least this is a terribly lot nicer than the last time I had someone turned on behind me. 

            Nysia was drowning in Gerald’s brown eyes when she felt Lisa shiver around her fingers and cum wetly.  Rimms, unable to finish himself, simply moaned and stared while his dick jumped in spasms. 

            The guards, watching, erupted into sneering applause at the spectacle.  Nysia jerked and moved the soap lower, working down the other girl’s legs.  Rimms, too, returned to his own task, although his member seemed unaffected, and he kept looking back at the objects of his lust.  For her part, Lisa seemed nonchalant, and Nysia realized she’d remained completely aware they were being observed the entire time. 

            Soon it came time to switch, and although Lisa lavished tender attention in return for her own experience, and even pushed two soapy fingers deep to try to repeat the adventure in reverse, Nysia found herself too embarrassed and pulled away.  Lisa half turned to look back, and almost hurt expression on her face.  “Later.”  Lisa smiled with satisfaction and returned to work.  Oh no, did I just promise to have sex with her?  What have I gotten myself into now?

 

            After their showers, the slaves were again tethered together and led as a group, their hands still shackled behind their backs uncomfortably.  This was a longer walk, and they passed several crewmembers, most of whom leered as they walked past.  Despite it all, Rimms walked ahead stiff at attention, seemingly ready to burst with his excitement.  Nysia watched in awe.  It was as long as her hand, and wider than two fingers, and swollen purple.  It bobbed with each step as he walked, and when they went down a flight of stairs it slapped his belly and made him gasp. 

            Their destination, when they reached it, turned out to be a medical facility.  The walls were a shockingly bright white, and several stainless steel beds were placed regularly amidst a large quantity of computers and equipment with unfathomable purposes.  Each of the slaves was released next to a separate bed and instructed to sit and wait.

            Once arranged, they were left alone with only two personnel: the first was clearly used to being in charge.  Tall and lean, he had black hair and piercing pale eyes; when he dismissed the guards, his words were succinct and cold, sounding hollowly devoid of humanity.  Nysia feared him at once.

            The other was a very young slave that apparently acted as nurse; she was barely dressed in a short white apron that barely reached below her sex, and covered nothing at all in back.  At first, she seemed to be wearing slightly more: but Nysia noticed warily that several pieces of grey metal were grafted to her skin, and actually a part of her.  The first was on her neck: she wore no collar, but instead the front half of her neck was covered with interlocked plates, as though some major surgery had occurred there.  Her slim feet and legs appeared to have been removed, or encased entirely; where they had been, lithe titanium limbs came up to mid thigh.  They were modeled to look like high boots, complete with large heels at least four inches high.  If she weren’t so sure they were taken unwillingly, they would have been beautiful.  The last pieces of cybernetics readily visible were easy to mistake for bands tying the teenager’s arms behind her back; but instead of encircling the arms, they pierced through them, giving an impression of permanence.  Nysia flexed her own arms behind her back; they were already painfully uncomfortable in this position after an hour, and she couldn’t imagine never removing them.  

            While the man continued to work across the room, the cyborg purposefully wheeled a tray filled with empty plastic cups to the first bed, where Gerald sat, still stiffly at attention.  She bent over to take a single container in her mouth, biting the rim to hold it upright, and then stepped between Gerald’s legs and kneeled on the floor.  She held the cup suspended just beneath his rigid member and waited expectantly. 

            He seemed at a loss; he stared down at the woman between his legs and then glanced up to meet Lisa and Nysia’s eyes as they watched intently.  His penis twitched again with excitement.  He shifted his hips, adjusting to bring himself forward and brushed his hard member across the kneeling slave’s cheek; the small touch was enough to set him off as his swollen head touched her lips.

            It jerked as he came, spraying copious amounts of white goo across the pretty cyborg’s face; it hit her left eye, splattered across her skin and into the cup.  One spray arced high, then fell to land in her chestnut hair; another seemed to find its way past her lips, and he moaned as she swallowed. 

            They all watched the girl, astonished.

            She held still through his orgasm, not attempting to escape the mess; then glared, unamused, through narrowed eyes.  She spit out the now-soiled cup with a “pfft,” then rose and retrieved another the same way, and returned to kneel again, expectantly between his legs.  The mess on her left eye made her squint. 

            “I’m sor- I mean, I didn’t mean to…uh…what now, um,” he leaned forward to look at her throat carefully, “Aspen.”  He still panted from his climax. 

            She rolled her eyes and nodded towards his sex, then again waited impatiently. 

            “You…can’t talk?” he looked surprised as the young girl tilted her head slightly – Duh.  “So…what’s the cup for?”  Cum still dripped down her face, making the entire conversation seem a bit ludicrous. 

            “I think,” Lisa volunteered, “she wants you to pee in her cup.”  The girl nodded in agreement. 

            “Oh, I thought she wanted….” he blushed deeply, and Lisa laughed.

            “Two chicks have some fun in front of you, and all of a sudden all the girls want your spunk, huh?  Typical male ego.”  He stammered dumbly in reply, then gave up in embarrassment and finally looked down to focus intently on his task.  When he’d successfully filled the cup he looked relieved in more ways than one. 

            The girl – Aspen? – rose and walked back to the cart, carrying the cup in her teeth; it was filled to the rim, and spilled slightly as she walked, dribbling down her chin.  She appeared nonchalant – does one simply get used to such things, using one’s mouth as like that? – and set the cup down.  Only then did she turn around and use her hands to twist on a cap and apply a label.  The cart continued down the line without incident towards Nysia, who watched entranced at the cum decorating Aspen’s face and hair.  It dripped slowly down her face.  From time to time her tongue wiped her lips clean; each time she swallowed Gerald moaned in appreciation – he was already stiff again.  Nysia remembered the cum left on her back and hands during the assembly, and how it had tasted – strange, but good – and by the time Aspen kneeled in front of her, she had built up her courage.  She looked down at Aspen and realized she was very young – she couldn’t have been sixteen yet – then turned to look at Rimms, taking in his stiff member and intense stare.  She held his gaze as she leaned over and ran her tongue up Aspen’s cheek and eyelid, licking away his cum.  Mmm…different, but still delicious; at least I know – I think I know – it wasn’t him behind me.  She swirled it in her mouth, then swallowed. 

            Gerald’s jaw dropped in amazement; a couple of the other slaves gasped in shock or disapproval.  Lisa just grinned.  “Hot, Nys.  Leave some for me!”  Nysia leaned back and peed into the plastic cup as the girl smiled up at her, thankful to be able to open both eyelids again.  Even when Nysia gave in to a dark urge and pretended she couldn’t stop going after the cup was filled, forcing the teenager to drink the excess, light brown eyes looked up with undaunted adoration.   

            Lisa was next, and continued Nysia’s attention with fervor; she licked Aspen’s face clean, and continued to her hair; she bent lower to taste the remnants from the titanium throat piece, and then sucked it from the apron over the well developed breasts.  The young girl moaned at the attention, and dropped the cup; Lisa took the opportunity to kiss her forcefully, her tongue pushing past willing lips.  Nysia watched in amazement, and a tinge of what she told herself couldn’t be jealousy – I’m not like that!  But watching the nurse crawl to retrieve the cup, she felt wetness seeping down her thighs. 

            When Aspen was again in position, Lisa reached out with a foot to press the apron between the cyborg’s legs, leaning back on her bound arms.  A look of surprise cross Lisa’s face, however, and the foot ceased the pressure to draw the apron aside. 

            The girl had a final implant between her legs.  Where her vagina had once been, there was only a smooth piece of titanium.  The original sex had either been removed or completely encased.  The slaves gasped in unison with horror. 

            “You poor thing…that’s horrible!”  Lisa sympathized.  Aspen smiled weakly in response, and stood a moment later with a full cup.  Minutes later she was finished with all the samples, and bent over to wheel the little cart away. 

 

 

 

To be continued:  Comments, suggestions, and ideas for inclusion are encouraged at ElectricBadgerAccessories@yahoo.com.