Page 36 of Stolen Slave

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

VYA

It was like fighting a brick wall. I had no chance. He had me on that suction toilet before I could blink. The end molded to me, covering my bottom openings.

“I don’t like this,” I said, trying to climb my way up his torso to escape the thing.

However, the wiggling didn’t stop the probe to my backside or the suction on my clit. It had finally stopped throbbing, and this thing was starting it up all over again.

My heart started racing in panic at how not-wrong it felt. Why didn’t I mind it?

“Make it stop!”

He pinned me with his arms and crushed me to his chest, rocking me as the machine slipped past my defenses and won. It quickly drained me then set me free.

I didn’t release my death grip on Khorahn's shoulders, though. And thankfully, he didn’t release me, either. He continued to hold me and make soothing sounds, saying things I couldn’t understand but desperately wanted to.

Silent tears tracked down my cheeks, and I tried to reconcile how I felt with what was actually happening. Logically, I knew I was acting like a toddler during potty training. Undeniably, it was a weird toilet. But it hadn’t hurt me. Did I really think I could hold it all forever? No. I needed to get over the weirdness and adapt. Just like I’d adapted to all the other strange things Khorahn insisted on.

And that was why I was crying. I’d adapted so much already. Just after he’d rescued me, I’d cried and begged him to take me home. Now, though, I was less sure I’d be able to return. I didn’t feel like the same person. Would I be able to work like I once had without jumping at every little sound? I felt safe with Khorahn, and the thought of leaving him scared me. And the fact I felt that way made me incredibly sad.

I didn’t even know who Vya was anymore.

Khorahn’s hand rubbed down my back again and again until my breathing returned to normal and my shaking stopped.

“I hate your toilet. It’s invasive and borderline cruel. But it didn’t hurt, and I’ll try to do better next time.” I didn’t say it for his benefit but for mine. “I just really want to go home.”

“But do you?” some part of me whispered.

Khorahn said something low and slow and gave me a little extra squeeze. Without a doubt, he understood very well how much I hadn’t liked what had just happened. I lifted my head and looked at the already fading marks on his skin.

“I’m sorry I scratched you.”

He patted my shoulder, smoothed a hand over my head, then stepped back and started stripping out of his pants.

“We already did this today,” I said without looking away. If he could stare at me all day long like it was no big deal, then I was going to do the same. Like I had during his workout. My core clenched again just thinking about that.

Plus, now that I was in a calmer frame of mind, I was insanely curious about the double baby-makers.

The top one was longer than my middle finger by about half and had a bulge in the top third of its length. It didn’t have a head like a human penis, but its rounded end did have a slit. It erectly stood out from his body as soon as his pants were off.

The bottom one was a different story altogether. That one was huge and didn’t stand erect. But it still looked semi-hard as it hung down between his legs. And boy, was it pornstar-long with a bulbous head crowning the end of it.

He palmed his top length and motioned for me to turn around.

My gaze flicked to his. I hated that his eyes were all one color. Although I didn’t find them creepy, I did wish they looked more human so that I could figure out what he was looking at when we did this make-Vya-sparkle thing.

Sighing, I turned around and lifted my shoulder-length hair out of the way while he liberally coated my backside with dollops of his not-cleanser. The rubbing it in part was my favorite. I let him do this thing, unsurprised when he skipped my crack on the way down.

When his hand settled on my shoulder, I widened my stance a little, already knowing what he intended. The feel of his fingers smoothing the not-cleanser between my cheeks sent a flush through me. Probably because I was still feeling the lingering effects of the suction toilet.

My core clenched at the same time one of his thick digits passed over my recently prodded exit. My face flamed further, not that he seemed to notice. He continued on, oblivious to my thoughts and my misbehaving body.

Turning to let him attend to the front was a relief.

He grabbed his top length again and milked it, causing another rapid-fire explosion of shimmer across my chest and down my torso. I plucked the ruby from my belly button and held it in my hand like he had me do this morning.

He started rubbing the not-cleanser into my clavicles, melting away my tension and creating something else in its place. A need for more. My chest ached by the time he reached it, and my nipples pebbled at the first touch of his fingers.

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