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Fucked. Everything was fucked. The ship’s power was fucked, the affini boarding was fucked, the whole damn war was fucked. The only noise I heard as I ran through the belly of the Intrepid was my own panicked breathing, the only glimpses I saw were limited by the lights flickering ominously overhead as another tremor shook our ship. The Affini Compact had announced their arrival by disabling a whole host of things needed to get us from point A to point B, while cheerfully announcing that, “You don’t have to worry any more, darlings! We’re here to save you~!”
I rounded a corner by roughly slamming into the outer wall and rebounding off of it, just like I had with the last few. I didn’t have time to slow down, I didn’t have time to process the pain in my shoulders. I had a mission, and by the stars above and below I was going to fucking do it, or die trying. If I ran into one of those monsters along the way, I was completely screwed anyway.
Thankfully, with another few turns I finally arrived at my destination unhindered, leaning against the doorframe as I caught my breath; the gas mask I wore to block the drugs pumped into the ship also did a fantastic job of limiting my air supply. The room we called the Hangar was anything but; it actually was the room that housed our three escape pods, small craft capable of fitting one or two crew maximum. And that’s if the two crewmen were uh, shall we say…rather friendly with each other.
The room itself doubled as long term storage, limiting my field of view significantly; it didn’t help that whatever poison the weeds were pumping into our air was slowly tinting everything pink, either. Still, I could at least see that the three lights at the top of the room were green, signifying that none of the ships had launched yet, thank fuck. I craned my neck over the nearby stacks of containers and looked around anxiously before calling out in a stage-whisper, “Priya?”
She and I had made a deal a month or two back: if we were ever boarded, we were going to abandon our posts and meet up here, in order to escape. Neither of us held any reservations about this at this point in the war; both of us knew well that being boarded by the affini was as good as a death sentence. No one escaped from the Compact after that point, unless they were willing to throw everything away. This was our last possible chance to make it out.
I moved a few meters futher into the room, then tried again slightly louder. “Priya, you there?”
“Aaangel?” My heart soared as I heard the nickname, then plummeted as she stumbled into view. Her uniform was completely gone, but more importantly she was covered in various colorful fluids and dust. I didn’t know what kind of horrible trap she had fallen into, but I could only thank my lucky stars that she escaped with her life. I moved to embrace her, but stopped short as I realized something else. Something that had my heart beat nearly double, something that made my breath seem to freeze in my lungs.
That being the long red tendril trailing off her left shoulder and away into the darkness she had just stepped out from.
I was shocked into stillness as the owner of the tendril stepped forward into view. It looked like a starsdamned monster from an old horror flick, towering over Priya with blood-red vines and amber-gold for eyes that scorched my face by gaze alone. Long ebony horns curled up from a face of haunting beauty, almost uncannily perfect as it smiled mockingly down at me. It rested a clawed hand on Priya’s shoulder as it spoke in a low, rumbling voice.
“My my~ At last we meet, little angel.”
I swallowed hard, bringing my hand to rest on the grip of my pistol. I knew they had disabled it somehow, but the comfort of it still brought me a degree of courage. I wasn’t going to let Priya fall into its claws. No way in fucking hell.
“What do you want, weed?” I curled my lips into a snarl as I spoke, trying to steady the trembling in my boots and my heart. The weed laughed, an over-the-top laugh where it tilted its head up and shook the room with rolling peals, making Priya shiver in what was undoubtedly fear.
“Oh, nothing much I suppose. My only desire is to make my little Priya happy.” Priya’s expression glazed over in sheer pleasure as the affini began to play with her body, vines winding around her chest and wriggling between her breasts. I fought the urge to give into the nausea roiling in my stomach.
“She isn’t yours, and you could never make her happy.” I looked at Priya directly, who had begun to lazily wave her arms in small arcs, admiring the way her fingers twisted and tumbled through the air. “Priya, please snap out of it. Just…just come here, sweetling. Let me help you, please.” I gestured for her to walk closer, hoping against hope that it would somehow be enough.
Instead, Priya just smiled. “Angeeeel, come play with meee. I missed you soooo much, see?” She slid her hand down her chest to her dripping wet pussy, then lifted it palm up to show the juices hanging off of it. “I neeeeed my darlinggg.”
I blushed, looking away from her and fighting the myriad of emotions surging through me. My gaze settled on the escape pod doors. I was standing near Bay Three, with Priya and…and the monster near Bay One. Unfortunately, they were also standing next to the control panel for everything, meaning I would need to get the weed away from that spot so I could open the pod doors, grab Priya, and then jet the fuck out of here.
The affini made a strange clicking noise, drawing my attention back to it and simultaneously letting me realize it had seen where I was looking. It smiled widely as we made eye contact, then spoke carefully and clearly. “Priya? Be a dear for Mistress and launch one of those pods.”
“NO!” I cried out, taking a lunging step closer as Priya nodded, her finger pressing on the panel of buttons. With a loud rumble and a WOOMF, the first pod was clear and away.
Two left, now.
In front of me, Priya seemed to be shaking and shivering uncontrollably as her arm lowered back down. I gave another cry out in alarm as her legs finally gave out from under her, watching in dismay as the affini scooped her in vines and cradled her prone form before she hit the ground. After a few seconds, Priya finally managed to lift her head…but not to address me.
“Thhhannknk you MistresssssssMnmmmmMMMM-” I realized belatedly that merely following the order given to her had caused my girlfriend to orgasm harder than I had ever seen her before, moaning and shivering as she slumped in the weed’s grip. I felt my own legs wobble dangerously, needing to brace myself against the wall with a hand as the weight of my situation set in.
I managed to gasp out a quiet, “How could you?”
The demon looked confused, tilting its head as it furrowed immaculate eyebrows. “How could I what, dear?”
“You’re…you fucking stole her from me, you fucking monster. You took her and reduced her to this, and now you make me watch while you play with her like a toy.” My eyes were going blurry, tears falling freely down my face. “Is this supposed to make me surrender? Fuck you.”
It was silent for a moment as it considered my words, then shook its head. “My dear, you’re quite mistaken. I’m not trying to hurt you, and I’m certainly not doing this to make you surrender.” Its eyes glowed brighter, boring into my soul as it continued, “But make no mistake: by the end of this, you will be begging me to take you, to break you, to do every dark thing your heart cries out for in the night. And you will love every second, every instant, every drop of it all.”
It carefully ran a vine over Priya’s cheeks, causing her to whimper softly in response. The affini spoke again, quieter this time. “Just like she did, in the end. I found her tangled up in our FishNet, a special little tool that…well. The point is that Priya was wary of me too- at first. She was terrified we were going to eat her, or make her a slave, or any other number of abhorrent things. But what truly touched me was in how she was even more afraid for you, little angel.”
My throat felt as dry as a desert as its words sunk into me. “She…how long have you…?”
“Sweet Priya and I have been speaking for about a month now. She gave us the exact coordinates for your little vessel a few days ago, and in exchange she asked only one thing: that her beloved would never be separated from her.” It had a strange expression of pride on its face as it finally looked back up at me, waiting for my answer.
I had only one. I willed my mouth with poison and spat out a harsh, “Go fuck yourself, you disgusting monster.”
I knew I had made a mistake immediately, in the way its eyes seemed to flicker with flame, in the way the room seemed to fall dead silent, in the way my body’s instinct screamed at me to run as fast as I could and find the smallest darkest corner to hide in and hope that when it finds me, that it would grant me a merciful death. It drew itself up to its full height, its lips parting to reveal dangerously sharp teeth. “Now now, little one. Such language is unbefitting of an angel. My name is Cebria Felicitae, Sixtieth Bloom, she and her. You will use proper respect for me, little angel.”
It was like my brain was wrapped in bindings and squeezed. I couldn’t even conceive of calling her anything but…but her. She was now Cebria, a name branded into my very being with words and willpower alone. I stumbled back in shock, landing flat on my ass as I stared up at her. “Wh…what did you just do?”
“Nothing much, really. I have a talent for persuasion in these things, that’s all.” She smiled again, pushing one of her vines into Priya’s mouth as if to remind me how she…persuaded my beloved. I ignored the way Priya immediately began to lick and suck at the appendage, trying instead to focus on one thing: getting us both out alive.
I had to separate them somehow, get the affini away from both Priya and the panel…but how? Right now the affini held all the cards, all the choices. I needed something, anything to apply leverage with.
But what? I rummaged around in my pockets, but all I had on me was my service weapon, my mask, and a pen knife…with the blade snapped in two. I had to pry open a panel a few days ago, and it had given out on me, leaving me with a jagged scrap of metal and inch long. Hardly enough to do much of anything to the terrifying presence before me, and probably not even enough to hurt myself.
Chewing on my lip, I looked back at the affini with trepidation. Maybe it was best to approach this from another direction: what did it even want? “How about, um, a deal? Or something?”
“Oh?” That immediately got her attention, judging by the way she leaned forward, her eyes flashing purple as she looked me up and down. “And what exactly did you have in mind, sweet angel? Come to bargain with your body?”
I felt heat flood my cheeks as I shook my head hard. “Wh- no! I meant in information.” I nodded towards Priya, continuing, “In exchange for her, I can tell you anything. I know far more about ship positions than she did. You could take ten ships with it, possibly more. All I ask is that you let us go in peace.”
Cebria laughed, low and rumbling. “My dear, I'm afraid that even if I needed such information, I could pull it from you with a simple question. No….no, that won't be our deal today. But I do enjoy your proposal, so I shall offer you another: if you come and fetch sweet Priya, you are free to follow your heart’s desires. But.” She held a finger up, pointing to my face, “You must do so without that device you wear on your face.”
I swallowed, weighing my options. A test of sheer fucking willpower, that I wouldn't give into the drugs pumped into the ship before I made it over to them and got us in one of the escape pods. Or…well, I could try and rush the affini? The chances of that working out for me was probably less than the odds of me growing a second head, but technically it was an option.
So what other choice did I have? Realistically, the only reason I wasn't already captured was because the affini assumed she had already won. My only way out of this was to play her game, and fight down every scrap of fear that threatened to overwhelm me with every breath.
I reluctantly nodded, reaching up and slowly unlatching the mask. I took a deep breath before pulling it off, tossing it towards the plant. “Happy?”
“Breathe normally, little angel.” My lungs responded automatically, forcing the held breath out before drawing sweetened air back in. I glowered at the affini, but she just wagged a finger at me. “No cheating, sweetie. Play properly, or I’ll get much more serious.” Her voice had taken on a chilling tone at the end, one that implied shadows of pain and terror I refused to contemplate.
I tried to respond, but the misted drugs I had breathed in began to roil through me like a starsdamned thunderstorm, knocking my senses haywire and sending me stumbling forward. I gasped, only just managing to catch myself on hands and knees before I simply faceplanted into the ground. Everything around me seemed to come alive, as if reality itself had been drugged, exposed, unraveled. Looking around, it was clear the fog was so much worse down on the ground, meaning I had to get to my feet fast. I levered myself up with a nearby cargo crate, wiping at the beads of sweat that were forming on my brow. I frowned as I examined my glistening fingertips
Was it getting hot in here?
“Wha…what the fuck is in the air?” Every exhale swirled the gas, which at this point had tinted the room a heavy shade of pink, reducing visibility as if in a dense fog. Cebria held a finger to her chin in thought, then bent down to Priya with a smile.
“Sweetie, do you know the answer? Do you remember all the letters we used, and what they mean?”
Priya’s smile widened, even as her glazed-over eyes fluttered closed. “A, for euphoric pleasure. E, for anti–anxiety. D, for removing inhibitions. An…and um…that other one.”
“Good girl! Yes you are, yes you are~!” Cebria scritched under my girlfriend’s chin, drawing moans of delight from her like water from a well. “That’s exactly correct~ And thank you so much for providing all the maps so that we could find your Life Support systems so easily. You’re so well trained already~”
The candid condescension was enough to draw a sharp gasp of shock from me, but Priya merely nuzzled into the demon’s vines harder, openly begging for more praise, more attention. A far fucking cry from the strong and independent woman who had stolen my heart.
So why, in some dark part of my soul…why did I feel an echo of desire? A flitting thought that I would be so much…so much happier if I just lay down and breathed deeply, if I gave in and in and in and-
No! I shook my head hard, slapping my cheeks a few times to clear it completely. I focused every iota of my focus on one thing: saving Priya. She needed my help, and I was damned if she wasn’t going to get it.
Just…just one foot in front of the other. Left…right…..left. I slowly shuffled forward, keeping my hands out for balance, ignoring the way Cebria would quietly applaud or cheer every time I made it more than a scant few inches. Every time I moved, every time I breathed, it felt like someone caressed every inch of my flesh in a single pulse of energy. I was being wrapped in a diaphanous robe of silk that flowed around me like water, yet drove me ever higher to a cliff face I had no chance of surviving should I fall to its depths.
Left…right….left…right…
I used the line of cargo as a handrail, managing to step my way closer, and closer, and closer still through sheer fucking stubborn pride. My boots felt heavier with each stride forward, reminding me of the grueling training I had gone through at the academy. It was where I had met Priya; we were both fresh faced idiots, the mud not even washed off our comfortable footwear before thrust into torment by someone desperate to keep us alive. We only survived through each other, through the kind of bond forged in flame and tempered in active service. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
I finally came to a stop about five feet away from the pair, my chest heaving with exertion and my cheeks flushed with pleasure. Frustrated, I unzipped my coveralls and slipped my arms out quickly, managing to only just contain the whimpering moan that threatened to breach my lips. I tied the upper half around my waist with the sleeves, leaving my chest and arms bare minus my sports bra. The difference was night and day; moving my body wasn’t nearly as distracting as it had been before. Satisfied, I turned to face my opponent and her prisoner, holding out my hand and making a come hither gesture to Priya.
“L…let her…um…let her go.”
Cebria’s smile widened, and a few more of her vines curled protectively around them both. “I’m afraid the deal was that you come and fetch her, little angel. Or are you afraid of sweet old me?” She opened her mouth, revealing rows of needled teeth that extended back and down her throat, lit by some kind of pulsing orange light from deep within. I swallowed hard, but managed to tear my eyes off of the gaping hellmaw and back onto Priya’s eyes. Her gaze was actually falling in my direction, albeit a bit wobbly as she swayed back and forth.
“Pri…come here, please?” I slid forward with uncertainty, keeping my hand outstretched in case she came to her senses. Another step, and I was less than three feet away from everything I needed…and everything I feared. Up close, I could see the pulses and ripples moving up the affini’s body, little flickers of soft light that drew my eyes up her legs and past her torso to…
“Awww, did we get distracted, little one~? Here, allow me to assist you~” A dozen blood-red tendrils latched onto my outstretched hand, each one a new sensation that I was wholly unready for. My body tried to collapse at the same time Cebria tugged me forward, pulling me back down to my hands and knees. Or well hand and knees; the other one was still pulled up and towards them both. Cebria looked at me like I was a succulent morsel of meat, with bright orange saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth as she whispered, “My my~... Priya told me much about you, but she never told me just how well you wear the mask of submission, little angel. I wonder what else you have hidden…”
I blushed hard, trying to pull my hand from her grip to no avail. Each one of her tendrils felt as tough as tungsten, making her grip on me quite secure. I watched as one of the tendrils flexed, feeling the pulse travel down the length and then feeling it over my skin before finally oozing out some kind of sap which clung to my skin.
The problem was the scent. Rather than some rancid or fetid odor, the sap smelled sweet as sugar, as if chocolate and honey and some kind of spice were coating my arm instead of…well, whatever it was. The faintest urge to lick up the droplet running down my arm was easily dismissed, but…I still had thought it. I looked past my arm and back to the affini, who was quietly observing my actions with orbs of glittering amber and ruby.
“I…Lemme go.” I couldn’t find it in myself to yell, since I was pretty sure all I would end up doing was scaring myself with the noise. It was like all of my senses were slowly being cranked up, and my brain was only able to focus on so much of it. It felt like if any one sense was too overwhelmed, my attention to the others was temporarily shut down to focus on the Big sensory.
Rather than answer me with words, Cebria chose to silently tighten her grip and pull me closer, my coveralls and the smooth floor providing little friction against her wishes. My face pressed up against Priya’s calf, which had ribbons of that same sap dripping down from above.
“I will release you…if you assist me in cleaning up my pet. She’s ever so coated in xenodruggies and…other things, you know.” I glared up at her in response, but her level gaze held an unexpected sincerity. She wasn’t joking. And considering our relative positions, it was easier than I thought to dismiss the alarm bells in the back of my mind. That…and the desire to listen was becoming frustratingly hard to ignore. I hoped that placating it would extinguish the flame and allow me the clarity needed to escape.
Frustrated, I began to sit back on my haunches so I could perform the task…only to be stopped by more of her vines winding into my hair and pressing me back down. “No no, dear. You stay down there, just like that. Priya wants you to use your mouth to clean her. Isn’t that right?”
“I-I…ohstars, p…please, angel…?” I heard the quiet voice of Priya gasp out between heavy pants of breath, and my embarrassment only deepened. She…she didn’t know what she was asking, she was just being manipulated…but the way she pleaded silently, her eyes brimming with tears. She needed this more than she needed breath.
I tentatively leaned forward, slowly opening my mouth and gingerly placing my tongue against her skin. Surprisingly, her skin didn't taste of sweat or grime; it was as if she had cleaned herself only minutes ago. I trailed the tip of my tongue up slightly, hesitating for a brief moment as I drew close to the first line of red. Up close the scent was overwhelming, enough to drive most of my higher thoughts out save one:
Don’t give in.
Before I had a chance to muster up the courage (or possibly to withdraw entirely), the vines in my hair yanked me such that my tongue was roughly dragged across the first line. I froze in shock, but then slumped over as the flavors exploded into my mouth in rich chocolates and sweet honey. Only the grip on my arm and hair kept me somewhat upright as the mind-numbing spice like-cinnamon-but-not raged across my taste buds and left my tongue tingling as if I had pressed a battery to it.
“Relax, little one. angels don’t need to think.”
I greedily swiped my tongue back again, lapping at the flavors with everything I could muster. Stars, the way it lingered in my breath as I pressed my lips to her skin, kissing her as a silent ‘thank you’ and feeling the reaction spread to cover most of my lower face.
Don’t….don’t….give in?
The world narrowed to my tongue on her skin. Nothing else mattered against the pleasure that shot like lightning down my spine and up to my head with every taste. I moved higher, then higher still as I cleaned away each drop, each line of the delicious liquid.
….give in…
I needed more. I needed to coat my fucking throat with it, to bathe in it, to drown everything I was and could ever be in-
Someone yanked me away and up into the air, drawing a startled noise confusion from me as I was brought back into a standing position. In front of me, a red-tipped vine somehow coiled on itself, then unraveled quickly enough to simulate a *Snap!*
“Little angel~? Come back up, dear. You’re all done…”
I closed my mouth for the first time in…um…a while, slowly coming back to reality. In front of me was…the affini, still holding Priya in her vines. I wiped at my mouth, looking down at my hand to see the mess of red on it.
“I…what just…?” I was probably in shock or something, since my brain felt neatly clipped from my body. Time itself didn’t change, but each second was one in which I lost myself in my thoughts. Priya giggled at my expression, then tilted her head back to look at Cebria.
“Misssstress, do I really have to goooo? Can’t angel jus, like, stay heree?” Her voice was unsteady and pleading, and the casual dismissal of me stung more than I would like to admit. Cebria’s vines twitched, then slowly unraveled around Priya, reluctantly returning to their owner.
“Yes, flower. A deal is a deal, after all. She gets to take you wherever her heart desires, as we agreed.” The affini gave her a gentle pat on the butt, scooting her forward with a soft smile that looked strange on her demonic features. Priya gave her one more look of longing, then turned to me and stepped forward.
My head cleared just enough to remember my plan. Sparing a worried glance at the affini, I nervously stepped up to Priya, reaching for and capturing her hand in mine. “It's okay, Pri. It'll all be over soon, I promise.”
I gave her what I hope was a comforting nod…then wrapped my arms around her and threw myself sideways, directly into the middlemost escape pod. We only barely fit in the coffin like structure, and I had to push the button to shut the door with the back of my head…but we made it. I had been worried that Cebria would try and stop us, but it looked like my surprise move had done its job; the affini was still standing right where she had been before, one clawed hand on her hip as she watched us nonchalantly.
Still, best not to linger. I hurriedly looked around for the system to launch the pod, but as far as I could tell it wasn’t anywhere easy to find. I scowled in frustration, then gently headbutted Priya to get her attention.
“Pri, are the launch controls behind me? Can you get to them?”
Priya had looked dazed and confused, but at my voice she finally refocused…and shook her head. “Don….don wanna do that, angel. Mistresssss is so nice, don wanna leavvve her.”
I could have screamed…but I knew it wasn’t her fault; it was the same drugs running through me, tempting me to just rest and relax and let another handle it. We just needed to get out of here, and then she would come to her senses.
Unfortunately, I had no way of launching us from my position, and Priya had seemingly come up with a plan of her own. She awkwardly turned to face the glass window, addressing Cebria and saying something that made my heart skip several beats. “Mistress…can you, um…can you help angel like you did with me? Pleaseee?”
There was a moment of silence, and then a speaker in the cockpit clicked on. “Of course I will, dar~ling. Remember: you have to go wherever our little angel desires~”
I struggled harder, trying to unpin my arms so I could reach behind me, but the cockpit was just too damn small to do it…and then my lips met the softest thing I had ever felt in my life. Priya had turned back to face me and pulled me into a passionate kiss that drew every iota of attention away from everything. Her tongue pressed into my mouth with a desperation that bordered on madness, pinning and swirling around my own and sending me careening off reality and into a single moment of frozen time.
My sense of gravity seemed to shift oddly as we kissed, as if it followed the spiraling swirl her tongue traced in my mouth. I rocked backward, managing to break the kiss with a messy pop, though the trail of saliva between us remained, tinged red with the sap.
“I…I…Pri, wwwait…”
“Issh okayy angel, jus give innn…” She gave a lazy smile, then pulled me back into her embrace, beginning to move her hips in that same damning swirl and grinding directly against my cock. I moaned into her kiss as we began again, unable to stop her, unable to think, unable to do anything but try and survive the endless swirling sensation that unraveled my mind with each curve.
“Poor little angel spread her wings, ready to flee from everything she wanted. Everything she needed.”
When I tried to pull back, Priya pushed forward. When I began to speak, she simply kissed me until I lost my train of thought. When I struggled, she used the motion to grind harder, moaning into my mouth and squeezing me.
“She was not changed, angel. She was freed. Free from pain, free from despair, free from everyone who ever could hurt her. And she waited for you , little angel. She waited, so that you could be saved alongside her. Because she knew you both needed it.”
I
I couldn’t
I
I needed more
Stars help me, I needed more, more, more more moremoremoremore-
I leaned forward into my Priya, seeking out more of the feeling, more of the pleasure. She gave a happy coo of delight as I began to grind back in earnest, my unsteady rhythm still engulfed into the pattern she had already established. It was so easy to fall into it, to listen, to obey it and love it and get more, more, more.
“Priya, be a Good Girl and help our little angel find her new place? An angel can be so very vulnerable with wings so freshly clipped, and she needs our help taking all those thoughts out of her silly little head~”
Priya pulled me closer again, managing to wriggle a hand up my back and tangle itself into my hair. She formed a fist, pulling my head back as she smiled happily and whispered, “Good Girl~”
And then her teeth found their way to my neck, sinking in as she pushed me backwards until my head hit the same button I had used to close the doors not minutes earlier. I moaned in ecstasy as the pain of the bite mixed with the pleasure of my body, only dimly noticing as the door again hissed open.
“And there we are, just as promised~”
We were lifted out of the coffin and separated, with Cebria gently setting me back onto my knees to catch my breath and shudder great gasping breaths of rolling pleasure. By now the drugs had all but flooded me, and I could barely put two thoughts together before I was forced to give up and try again.
And stars, this outfit wasn’t comfy. I shimmied the rest of the coverall off, angrily kicking it and my underwear away when it began to take too long. The sports bra proved a bit too hard for now, so I gave up and focused on remembering where I was.
Which was…um. Somewhere. The room was pink, the walls were pink, and when I looked in the mirrorlike polish of the escape pod door…well. My pink eyes looked dazed and glassy, and the red sap had stained around my mouth and made clear just how far I had gone.
“It seems that Priya has made her choice, little angel. She wants to stay with me.” I almost fell over at the voice, at how deep the layers in it were. A complex melody restrained into words by someone far more terrifying than I ever had realized…but when I looked at her, all I could think of doing was begging for more. Then the content of the words themselves caught up with me, and I felt a few tears prick my eyes as I hung my head low.
“I…nooooo….” Priya was…she was everything to me. I couldn’t leave her.
A red tendril slowly snaked into my view, coming to a rest on my knee. “Little angel~ You have to ask yourself if you want to join us in happiness…or leave. Choose.”
A part of me wished I had to think about it…but in the end, I couldn’t even pause. I reached out to the vine, let it touch my wrist and then wind up my arm to my neck. It formed a collar, pulling me forward onto my hands and knees once more. I sighed, wiggling my body in delight at how Right it all felt. How in the end…I needed her, just as she said.
“Come here then, little angel. You’ve fallen, and now you can let go of your pride. Join your beloved in submission and obedience~”
I crawled on all fours like a beast, letting the leash guide me rather than look up to see. It was so much easier this way. So much kinder. So much happier. I was happy. Priya was happy. This was what she needed. This was what I needed.
Another vine found its way under my chin, tilting my head up to behold Priya…and Cebria. The drugs seemed to cast her in a new light, both figuratively and quite literally. There was a soft glow about her that clung to her vines, and whenever they moved it was like an afterimage lingered. She gently closed my gaping mouth, wiping away a bit of drool that had begun to leak out.
“Theeeeere we go. You can let go of all those worries, my dear. Focus on what you desire. That feeling of heat that bubbles up from within, that stains your cheeks red with the mere thought. What do you crave, little angel~?”
The words dripped out of my mouth on sweetened honey. “I…t…taste…more of…you?” Her vines hovered just out of reach, each glistening with more of the red…stuff. I began to slide my hand down to grind against it, only to be halted with a single command.
“Wait.”
Whimpering, I slowly returned my hand in front of me, openly panting at how good it felt to listen, to obey. In front of me, Priya freely began to finger herself, watching me and biting her lip in pleasure. The message was clear, even to my drugged mind.
Good Girls get rewarded.
After an agonizing few seconds, I was rewarded with her vine sliding down my chest and between my legs, coiling around my cock and beginning to pleasure me herself. I collapsed immediately, tongue hanging out as I rolled to lay on my back, staring adoringly up at the source of the sticky tingly warm pleasure pouring out over my nerves. It felt like every thought I had was pinned against a wall and submerged in chocolate and honey until all that was left was blind devotion. All that was left was how much further I could fall. The Affini were good, because they gave me rewards. I was good, because I got rewarded. It was simple, it was easy.
Priya was openly moaning now, watching me debase myself for more and getting off to it. Which, in turn, only made me want to sink lower, because I was getting off to her getting off. She seemed to grow larger, then larger still- oh. She wasn’t getting larger, she was getting closer, setting foot on the ground once more and daintily straddling my head, turning to face her Mistress. Simultaneously, Cebria seemed to pour vines over her, each one leaving trails of red as they made their way downwards and bound her tightly. One in particular hovered just above her pussy, clearly heavy with plenty of the…the sap. The red stuff.
I opened my mouth and held out my tongue in worship, my mind blissfully blank and empty. A second later and Priya lowered herself fully, grinding on my face with loud cries of pleasure. It was incredible, it was perfect…and then the vine above me gushed, rivulets of red mixing into her pussy and sending my mind to soaring heights I didn’t even understand was possible. My body began to reflexively twitch and jerk, needing Ce…needing Mistress to pin me firmly down as the pleasure overwhelmed my sense of self.
“Now Priya, do you remember that extra special xenodrug we added to the air?”
“Y…yes, Mistress. It-ah-...it…oh fuck…”
“Don’t worry petal, just let Mistress speak. The last drug was a Class-N, which is preventing either of you from having one of those delightful little orgasms. Isn’t that right?”
As soon as she said it, I knew it was true. The pleasure seemed to build and build without end, but never peaked in that satisfyingly blinding starburst of pleasure. I whimpered into my meal, pleading with wide eyes at Mistress to have mercy.
“So you both understand then…good. Now then: I only brought one dose of the counteragent to the Class-N.” She paused for dramatic effect, letting the effect of her words wrap around our hearts. “Priya, you get to have an orgasm, since you were SUCH a very Good Girl for me today~”
Priya tried to look down at me, but Mistress held her face in place. “Dear, there isn’t a wrong answer here. You can let go of the guilt. Trust that I know best for the both of you. And, if I may be a bit crass…I want my sweet pet to cum her brains out all over my little angel~”
There was a soft gasp, a strangled moan, and then Priya’s thighs clamped down hard as she shuddered, flooding my mouth with a mix of her cum and the sap. Simultaneously the vine on my cock loosened, letting me helplessly thrust against the vines without ever arriving at the release I so desperately wanted. I was a Good Girl too! I wanted to cum! I needed it I needed it please please please-
“Wh…what the fuck?!”
I stopped licking at the familiar voice, but a vine wound its way behind my head and pushed me back into my task, gently shushing my muffled protests with a whispered, “Don’t worry about this, little angel. angels don’t need to think; they only need to Obey. So drown in your submission, and leave this to your Mistress.”
My mind fell back into the tangled web of vines and sap, seeking out more of the delicious nectar that dripped into my mouth. I curled my tongue up inside Priya, and was rewarded with the feeling of her thighs squeezing down on my head, as well as a few extra fat drops of sap landing directly on my tongue.
Though muffled, I did manage to hear Mistress respond to the voice, “Hello, Petal. And…who might you be?”
Someone took a few steps closer, then stopped short once more. Their (his?) voice was harsh and loud as they replied, “I am Captain Marcos of the CNS Intrepid. You will put down my crew and leave this area immediately, or I will shoot.” A low whine came from his direction, likely the hum of a service weapon being armed.
Rather than sounding frightened, Mistress spoke with casual boredom mixed with the slight annoyance of someone who had stepped in some gum. “Oh. Well, be my guest then, petal. Though if I were you, I would place that little toy on the ground and take off your mask.”
I heard a loud click, and something discharged- but no impact, no scent of charred steel or flesh or plant life found its way to my nostrils. Mistress shifted, and all of a sudden Priya and I were picked up once more. We were placed carefully in front of her, both of us now being teased by half a dozen vines each, albeit just barely at a pace I was able to think under.
I managed to focus my eyesight on the lone form of the Captain, who was standing on the other side of the hangar, right where I had been not minutes ago. Or…was it hours? I gave up almost immediately on the thought; it was too hard to care about. The Captain looked bedraggled, having apparently been half-asleep when the alarm rang out judging by the sleepwear he still had on. He kept his pistol firmly trained on Mistress, though his eyes couldn’t stop dropping down to stare at us in horror.
“What did you do to my crew, Weed?”
I felt Mistress’s vines curl protectively around us both, and I nuzzled into the one brushing against my cheek. “I have only helped these two see what they were missing out on~! I was actually in the middle of my angel’s first training session before I was quite rudely interrupted. Could you be a dear and sit there quietly while I finish? It won’t take long…”
The Captain tried to fire the gun again, and I actually saw the bright orange discharge in the barrel…before it snuffed out, as if a candle being blown by a child. Mistress sighed and added, “That won’t work, dear. Now, why might you be in this room, I wonder…was the Captain trying to abandon his crew~?”
Judging by the sharp gasp of rage, I think Mistress nailed her target much better than he did. Mistress tapped her chin and pondered out loud, “First my angel, and now the Captain…mmm. Ah!” Her eyes flashed purple and gold as she looked down at me. “angel, be an obedient little floret and press the two buttons on the panel for Mistress.”
I nodded dreamily, her words pressing into my mind and clearing out all other thoughts, all other motivations. I clumsily made my way past Priya and over to the control panel, led by the vine still firmly coiled around my dick and smiling happily. I got to obey. Obeying was good. Obeying felt natural and normal.
“Officer, stand down. Do NOT launch those pods until I am in one, that is a direct order from your superior officer.” Someone was yelling a bunch of nonsense in the background, but the drugs pushed away any thoughts or feelings about it. I focused on what Mistress told me to do, carefully lining my finger up with the first of the two buttons and pressing hard.
WOOMF. The button made a silly noise when I pressed it, one that made me giggle uncontrollably. Mistress’s vine increased in tempo, sending the pleasure in my system building higher and higher as I lined up my finger to the second button.
The…button to…launch a pod? I frowned, feeling confused. Why was I pressing these, again? Oh, right, I was obeying Mistress.
But…why? Why did she say to do that? No one was even in the pod, so it was a waste to do it. Just to be safe, I tilted my head back and asked, “Misssstrresss, why am I pressin the buttons?”
Someone else in the room was properly screaming now, loud curses and demands and threats that slid off my brain like water. Mistress looked at me and smiled, filling my head with pure joy at the sight as she replied, “Because I told you to, dear. Don't try and think; let Mistress do that. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Satisfied, I turned back and pressed the button, sending the last pod out into empty space. Mistress pulled me back into her grasp, rewarding me with the moaning form of my girlfriend, who latched onto me hungrily. I felt more vines wrap around us both, cutting us off almost entirely from the outside as they crawled over our writhing bodies.
“Good angel. We’ll have to give you a proper reward when we get home, won’t we?”
The last thing I heard was the defeated cry of the Captain, and the clunk of his weapon hitting the floor. The last thing I saw was the eyes of my beloved, staring into mine with satisfaction and complete joy. The last thing I felt was a slight pinch on my neck, and the warm blanket of sleep pulling over my eyes. And the last thing I thought was…nothing at all.
angels don’t need to think.