Debt Slave - After the Tree
Warnings: Adult, non-con, humiliation
After the Tree
IV
I woke to the familiar faint hum and darkness that makes up a cryotube for healing injuries. Evidently I’d had enough thought and will left to form it. I could hear the sound of an ocean filtering through its wall. The rhythm of its tides hushing over top. Memories flooded back of why I was where I was. I’d had time and help to heal from my wounding, it was time to make contact. From the safety of the cryotube I connected to ‘the Other Half of my Soul’ so very far away and for now untouchable.
It’s difficult to keep things from your own soul. Chris is melded with me so deeply that there are levels that we are one but the whole purpose of being here was to safeguard her from the stress of knowing of the circumstances into which I could get myself. Revealing to her the Hell that party had been would not serve that. Yet to bathe in her eternal accepting love would be a needed elixir.
“My Love.” The answering response alone was a balm. Her angry concern following fast after was laced with worry.
“What did you do?!” she thought to me, “this time?”
“There was a party.” I gulped, not for lack of faith in her but nervous tension. I hadn’t experienced this since being a child confessing they were the one who put the alcohol in the punch at the state dinner and caused a visiting delegate to uninvited fondling of Great Aunt Enora’s ass. I could feel Chris smile as she caught that reference and I knew that sometime in the near future one of my sisters was going to be discretely ambushed into a recounting of that particular tale. ‘Shit.’
“Iwasthefucktoyataparty,” came out in one rush. I felt her blink. Then blink again as she sorted through the mental words.
Cautiously I felt her search for what to think back at me.
“Is that what I felt?.. Um.. Did you like it?” she asked uncertainly, then in her own rush of words, “Because if you did, I want ‘film at 7’ with glossy pictures for my scrapbook.”
My turn to blink. “WHAT! I was pretty much raped with my consent and you want PICTURES?” If she could have seen me I would be doing a rendition of a fish gasping angrily for air while fast swimming around the walls of my fish tank. Never mind that I had just stated a contradiction of definitions.
Growling, “YOU.. YOU.. You…..” A sigh, “Chris.” A moment then, “You weren’t planning to bring out the footage to show at intimate family birthday parties, were you?”
“Only if you were being very, very pompous about how important your advanced age made you or we wanted to pick up ideas for our own celebrating with our assembled consorts,” she teased. “Later we‘ll all form a mob, find the fools who abused and misused our lover and we’ll make them watch at how it is suppose to be done and OUR completions will leave them hollow and echoing at their loss!”
“Um, you realise that you just offered to stage a orgy for six idiot voyeurs?”
“Yep. Want to make something of it?” she snickers back. “If so you’ll have to wait until after the baby is born and your sisters , the healers AND your mother say you can.” She blew a kiss through the meld filled with teasing and the warmth that was her special brand of Chris. “Now spill, what did they make you do and if you didn’t want to do it, why did you? It‘s not like you couldn‘t kill them with a thought or crack their planet open like an egg.”
I told her of the debt and of the trap that was its repayment.
I told her of the drink that made my libido erupt into uncontrolled lust and skimmed over exactly what I’d done and had done to me.
I shared the vague images of hard gouging hands leaving bruises in their grasping, the loud laughter and degrading words of urgings sometimes cooed at me, sometimes demanded, all a pressured convoluted mass of humiliating shame made more potent from my willing lust filled participation.
To myself, I kept the sensations of the burning stretch of cocks forcing their way into my body regardless of how many and regardless of what was happening elsewhere to me. The taste of seed in my mouth from many different individuals sometimes a blending of two cocks together. The slapping impacts of their bodies into mine sounding almost as loud as their jeering laughter and the taste of the last one in my mouth pouring out piss for me to drink to wash down the seed he’d just pulsed against my gag reflex at the back of my throat. His voice praising me for what a good whore I was. Those also I held back.
She didn’t need to know all those debasements. It was enough that I could feel the continued love and rising anger from her and hear the low outraged, “They die,” hissed from her mind into mine.
It might take a while to be comfortable being touched by any who were not my family but the scabs of the scars from that night, those I could feel as they fell off leaving clean healthy flesh behind. She is, was and ever will be my Love, my soul, my sanity.
Skimming up from the dark carcass of the tree, I rose a light fast flash through the water. The memories were pushed safe into a box and stored back in the furthest darkest corner of my mind. When I was ready, I would take them out and look at them. When I was stronger, I would face them, and make them something that would hold no power over me. By then I would be gone from this place, back amongst the stars that welcomed me home and arms that loved me. I would be quit of this place and its peoples.
Unfortunately, my oath still held me in this world waiting for my duties to call me back. Until then I would need a place to stay. I clambered out onto the sandy beach into the dusk of late day and started walking toward the poorest section of the city. An area rife with crime was where one person could lose themselves amongst many other individuals with pasts to hide. I would be safe there and could continue the healing of my abused soul.
Dance
After the Tree
IV
I woke to the familiar faint hum and darkness that makes up a cryotube for healing injuries. Evidently I’d had enough thought and will left to form it. I could hear the sound of an ocean filtering through its wall. The rhythm of its tides hushing over top. Memories flooded back of why I was where I was. I’d had time and help to heal from my wounding, it was time to make contact. From the safety of the cryotube I connected to ‘the Other Half of my Soul’ so very far away and for now untouchable.
It’s difficult to keep things from your own soul. Chris is melded with me so deeply that there are levels that we are one but the whole purpose of being here was to safeguard her from the stress of knowing of the circumstances into which I could get myself. Revealing to her the Hell that party had been would not serve that. Yet to bathe in her eternal accepting love would be a needed elixir.
“My Love.” The answering response alone was a balm. Her angry concern following fast after was laced with worry.
“What did you do?!” she thought to me, “this time?”
“There was a party.” I gulped, not for lack of faith in her but nervous tension. I hadn’t experienced this since being a child confessing they were the one who put the alcohol in the punch at the state dinner and caused a visiting delegate to uninvited fondling of Great Aunt Enora’s ass. I could feel Chris smile as she caught that reference and I knew that sometime in the near future one of my sisters was going to be discretely ambushed into a recounting of that particular tale. ‘Shit.’
“Iwasthefucktoyataparty,” came out in one rush. I felt her blink. Then blink again as she sorted through the mental words.
Cautiously I felt her search for what to think back at me.
“Is that what I felt?.. Um.. Did you like it?” she asked uncertainly, then in her own rush of words, “Because if you did, I want ‘film at 7’ with glossy pictures for my scrapbook.”
My turn to blink. “WHAT! I was pretty much raped with my consent and you want PICTURES?” If she could have seen me I would be doing a rendition of a fish gasping angrily for air while fast swimming around the walls of my fish tank. Never mind that I had just stated a contradiction of definitions.
Growling, “YOU.. YOU.. You…..” A sigh, “Chris.” A moment then, “You weren’t planning to bring out the footage to show at intimate family birthday parties, were you?”
“Only if you were being very, very pompous about how important your advanced age made you or we wanted to pick up ideas for our own celebrating with our assembled consorts,” she teased. “Later we‘ll all form a mob, find the fools who abused and misused our lover and we’ll make them watch at how it is suppose to be done and OUR completions will leave them hollow and echoing at their loss!”
“Um, you realise that you just offered to stage a orgy for six idiot voyeurs?”
“Yep. Want to make something of it?” she snickers back. “If so you’ll have to wait until after the baby is born and your sisters , the healers AND your mother say you can.” She blew a kiss through the meld filled with teasing and the warmth that was her special brand of Chris. “Now spill, what did they make you do and if you didn’t want to do it, why did you? It‘s not like you couldn‘t kill them with a thought or crack their planet open like an egg.”
I told her of the debt and of the trap that was its repayment.
I told her of the drink that made my libido erupt into uncontrolled lust and skimmed over exactly what I’d done and had done to me.
I shared the vague images of hard gouging hands leaving bruises in their grasping, the loud laughter and degrading words of urgings sometimes cooed at me, sometimes demanded, all a pressured convoluted mass of humiliating shame made more potent from my willing lust filled participation.
To myself, I kept the sensations of the burning stretch of cocks forcing their way into my body regardless of how many and regardless of what was happening elsewhere to me. The taste of seed in my mouth from many different individuals sometimes a blending of two cocks together. The slapping impacts of their bodies into mine sounding almost as loud as their jeering laughter and the taste of the last one in my mouth pouring out piss for me to drink to wash down the seed he’d just pulsed against my gag reflex at the back of my throat. His voice praising me for what a good whore I was. Those also I held back.
She didn’t need to know all those debasements. It was enough that I could feel the continued love and rising anger from her and hear the low outraged, “They die,” hissed from her mind into mine.
It might take a while to be comfortable being touched by any who were not my family but the scabs of the scars from that night, those I could feel as they fell off leaving clean healthy flesh behind. She is, was and ever will be my Love, my soul, my sanity.
Skimming up from the dark carcass of the tree, I rose a light fast flash through the water. The memories were pushed safe into a box and stored back in the furthest darkest corner of my mind. When I was ready, I would take them out and look at them. When I was stronger, I would face them, and make them something that would hold no power over me. By then I would be gone from this place, back amongst the stars that welcomed me home and arms that loved me. I would be quit of this place and its peoples.
Unfortunately, my oath still held me in this world waiting for my duties to call me back. Until then I would need a place to stay. I clambered out onto the sandy beach into the dusk of late day and started walking toward the poorest section of the city. An area rife with crime was where one person could lose themselves amongst many other individuals with pasts to hide. I would be safe there and could continue the healing of my abused soul.
Dance