“You can feel it, can’t you?” he said. Apparently she’d passed another invisible test.
“What did you do to me?” She put a hand to the back of her neck to stop the residual heat escaping.
“Aside from being better at things that most humanoids can do, I have special abilities, as a result of my unique species. I can manipulate energy. It’s one of the reasons I don’t need to eat much. Some species of humanoid are more attuned to it than others; Pombossians must be one of them,” he explained. “Give me your hand.” He put his left hand flat on the table, and Laila hesitated for a second, fearful, then put her hand on his. He put his right hand over the top, and immediately Laila felt her hand tingle, just like her spine had. She looked at Flin in amazement.
“How are you doing that?” she asked. This wasn’t possible, was it?
“Nobody knows. Doctors and scientists on Telia II have failed to explain it. It’s a unique ability that nobody understands. Comes in useful sometimes.”
“Can you use it on people—like, to get them to do what you want?” Laila asked, suddenly afraid that she was alone with Flin and he might be able to hypnotize her or something.
“Not the way you’re worrying about. No, I can’t read your mind; I’ve simply had this conversation many times. I can add to someone’s energy, or I can take that energy away, but what other people’s bodies do with the energy is entirely beyond my control. One person gets energy and feels happy; another person gets energy and feels angry. I can’t affect that. If I take away their energy, however, I can generally make most humanoids sleep. I can only do it when I’m very close to the other person, though.”
Laila thought about this revelation. Flin had some special power to control energy, and he had just used it on her. She should feel violated, or angry maybe, but instead she just felt in awe of him.
“I should have explained it before it happened; I’m sorry for startling you.” Laila looked at him. He was always so in control, so unflappable, that it seemed strange to hear him apologizing.
A server appeared and asked if they’d like any drinks.
“I’ll have a Drakanian fireberry juice, please,” Flin said. “Make it hot.”
“And for yourself?” The server radiated efficiency, waiting, stylus poised on her tablet device, to take Laila’s order.
Laila stared at the menu options. Still getting a handle on reading, she didn’t know what most of the words actually said, and with this stranger watching her, she didn’t feel like she had the time to slow down and read with her finger. Laila started to feel lost. She felt stressed that she’d hesitated too long; put on the spot that the server was waiting for her to say something. She knew she needed to make a decision but she didn’t know what the options were…
“Do you have a hot chocolate, please?” she asked, throwing a plea to whoever ran the universe that hot chocolate might possibly be a common drink instead of just something Basil invented.
The server stared at her for a second, and Laila was sure she’d asked for the wrong thing.
“Sure, no problem. Would you like mallows on the top?”
“No, thanks.” Laila didn’t know what they were, and right now she just wanted the server to go away and stop asking her questions. She closed her eyes and tried to center herself, then felt a touch on her arm.
“You did fine, Laila.” Flin’s voice bypassed the swirl of stressful thoughts as she tried to get herself to calm down.
“I couldn’t read the menu!” she whispered, not opening her eyes.
“It’s all right. You did really well. I’m sorry, I should have ordered for you, but I didn’t want you thinking your opinion wasn’t important. I wanted you to know you could have whatever you wanted, and I forgot that you’re still getting the hang of reading. Look at me, please, Laila.”
She reluctantly opened her eyes and raised them to meet Flin’s. He looked apologetic.
“You want me to order food for you?”
She nodded. “Thank you. I’m sorry.” She still felt the aftereffects of getting so stressed.
“Hey, don’t feel bad. I want to order for you. That way, you can try something you might not have thought of having.”
“That sounds like exactly what I need right now.” Laila felt relieved that she could hand over responsibility for choosing food, that he didn’t mind her doing that—he wanted her to let him take charge. It seemed weird that people would want to do things for her without any hidden agenda.
She wondered when she’d started getting so stressed about little decisions. Then, she realized she’d never been allowed to choose anything for herself, until she left Gar-Kon. Now, the universe seemed full of options, and she had no idea what any of them were, what she wanted, what was bad… it was so confusing. Thousands of tiny decisions, every day, and her parents hadn’t prepared her for this in the slightest.
“Laila?” Flin’s voice broke through the spiral of thoughts, bringing her back to the thing she didn’t want to think about.
“I’m sorry. I always assumed that when I left, I would go off and have an amazing life, a fun life. That without them making me do everything they said, without them constantly hurting me, shouting at me, making me feel like… like nothing, I would be happy. Instead, I just feel lost and confused all the time, and so uncertain about everything.”
“I know.” Flin’s eyes told her this wasn’t a platitude.
“I just want to feel like I know what I’m doing.”
“Noted. Right now, you’re coming into the bathroom with me,” Flin said, standing up. Laila hesitated, looking around the café. What if someone saw them going into a bathroom together and made an assumption about what they were doing in there? Even on the super-modern Minos Kerala, she couldn’t imagine it being legal for people to fool around in a restaurant bathroom. She didn’t want to get into trouble.
“Laila, follow, please. It’s not up for discussion.”
His tone reminded her that he was in charge; that any responsibility for finding out the legalities was his to bear. He had told her to do this, and she had to trust that he wasn’t going to get her thrown out before the hot chocolate even arrived. She stopped thinking and followed Flin into the unisex bathroom.
“Into a cubicle, unless you want everyone who comes in here seeing what I’m about to do.”
Laila went into a cubicle, and Flin followed, locking the door.
“Bend over and put your hands against the wall.” His voice was quiet but firm. Laila obeyed, suddenly afraid that he was going to spank her in public. What if people heard? It would be so embarrassing.
As if reading her mind, Flin said, “Don’t worry, I’m not about to spank you. Just do as I say and trust that I’m not going to harm you.”
Laila tried to relax, as she felt him unzip her Syntex catsuit, using the zip that went from her belly button, straight between her legs, past her ass, and up to the small of her back. He moved her panties aside. If he wasn’t about to spank her, why was he doing this? Was he going to fuck her, like this, in a restaurant bathroom? She didn’t have long to wait before she found out. His hand touched her clit and the novel, warm feeling of someone else doing this made her yearn to feel him inside her.
“That’s it, Laila; open up for me,” he murmured, and a new sensation joined the feeling in her clit, as he pressed something against her ass. Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt pressure there.
“What is it?” She was slightly startled. When she’d agreed to him doing things with her ass, she’d naturally assumed he meant with his finger.
“It’s a little butt plug,” Flin replied. “It’s like a silicon placeholder, to remind your ass that it’s mine.”
“Wait, people make these somewhere?” She shook her head at the idea of production lines of special anal placeholders, with men in suits measuring them and writing on clipboards, then delivery ships—just like Basil’s—taking crates of them to stores where they found homes with people like Flin. It d
efied anything she’d ever seen.
“I think it’s all automated these days, but yes, there are factories out there which make butt plugs. And other toys.”
Nobody had ever touched her there. Whatever he was pushing into her was coated in some sort of liquid, but beneath that, it felt so hard! It got wider, but never uncomfortable, then suddenly the rest of it seemed to fly in, and she could feel something larger at the end, where it rested. Her nerves in that area came alive for the first time. They were unbelievably sensitive, and she couldn’t help a little happy sigh.
“Stay where you are. I’ve got something else to put inside you.” He continued to cup his hand over her clit, as she felt something press against her pussy. It widened, stretching her, then narrowed until it slid into place, followed by another one. It felt like two ball-like objects had been put inside her, one after the other. Between the thing in her ass and whatever was in her pussy, she had never felt so filled before. She noticed that there was none of the usual pain she’d come to expect from anything penetrating her down there, either. Maybe waiting for two months for the attentions of either man had done something to her anatomy, she thought.
He rubbed her clit, radiating warm energy down there, and Laila flexed her spine, struggling to stop her hands sliding down the cold wall she was balancing on, as she began to weaken from the delicious sensations.
“Good girl. I don’t want you losing that butt plug while you move,” he breathed into her ear. She wanted to ask him what he’d done, but her fear of being overheard was too great. To her immense surprise, he rearranged her panties. He pulled the zipper of the catsuit closed, holding everything in place, lifted her back to upright, then kissed the side of her neck, sucking on it, his hands pressing on her waist.
“Ohhhh…” Laila drifted in a reverie, and she could feel something building. It felt amazing. She reached down to touch herself through the shiny Syntex, but Flin’s hand grabbed her wrist, and he finished teasing the side of her neck with his tongue as he sucked on it.
“Remember, you’re not allowed to touch yourself, play with yourself, or come,” Flin whispered. Laila whimpered slightly in disappointment. Her pussy was threatening a mutiny if she didn’t get some relief soon.
“Please, I need to!” She wasn’t sure she even cared if anyone else was listening at this point.
“No, you don’t. Now, you’re going to return to the table, drink your hot chocolate, and I’ll order you something to eat. You will need your strength.” His tone suggested darkness to follow, and Laila tried to temper herself while she followed him back to their table. Moving her legs felt really odd as she got used to the feelings in her pussy and ass. Sitting was difficult, but once she was on the chair, after the plug had pressed more deeply inside her, the tingling settled down into a dull announcement of the butt plug’s presence.
The hot chocolate had arrived, and Laila sipped at it, sitting carefully as she leaned forward to reach her drink, which was too full to lift.
“Can I get you both some food?” The server was back. Flin glanced at the menu.
“I’ll take a plate of cones to share and a silver soup for myself. The lady will have the kizsara-tati, please.” Flin glanced at Laila, and she smiled, grateful that he’d just ordered for her so decisively. The sensations in her pussy and ass were still distracting her from holding onto any other thoughts for long, however. She sipped at her drink again, and he leaned over, whispering into her ear, “You’re so sexy when you sip your chocolate like that.”
Laila thrilled inside and felt her ass clench around the butt plug.
After they ate, Flin paid the bill and got Laila to walk in front of him again as they returned to the hotel. When she started walking, she was amazed at the new feeling growing inside her, like something inside her was bouncing, at the same time that the butt plug was making her ass tingle with every step. She looked around to ask Flin what the bouncing was.
“They’re special balls that create sensations when you walk. That’s what I put inside your pussy earlier,” Flin explained, before she said anything. As long as that was supposed to happen, it was nothing to worry about, she thought. Laila turned to see where she was going again. By the time they had reached the hotel’s lobby, the strange movement had built into a feeling of pressure.
“When we get to the lift, press for the tenth floor.”
“But our rooms are on the sixth.”
He nodded and said nothing further. Where were they going? The swimming pool was on the roof, and she wasn’t allowed near it because she couldn’t swim. What else was there to do here?
They emerged on the tenth floor and Laila was glad she could just follow Flin because she had no idea where they were going or what they were doing here. He stopped at a door then turned to her.
“Before we go inside, do you need to use the bathroom at all?” he asked. She shook her head, and he scanned a keycard against the door. When it opened, the room inside appeared to be utterly black.
“What is this place?” Laila followed him inside. He locked the door behind them. How was it so black, when she could still see Flin? It looked like she was walking on nothing at all, even though her feet could feel something under them. This place was too weird.
“One moment.” He tapped a control panel, then a load of equipment appeared in the room, along with mood lighting. Background music played, sounding orchestral, but with a dark undertone and a drum beat.
“This is an Innovation Suite,” Flin said. “Have you heard of them before?”
Laila shook her head.
“Where did all this stuff come from?”
“It’s all a special type of light projection, called Hardlight,” Flin said. “I can add, remove, or change anything I want. I designed the room from my tablet, last night, and saved it as a computer program which we’re running.”
“All this… it’s all a computer program? But it’s so solid!” Laila couldn’t get over the fact that this wasn’t real.
“That’s why it’s called Hardlight; it hardens into the shape and texture of any objects you can imagine, but they all disappear again when you turn the lights off,” Flin tried to explain. Laila was still confused. “Just go with it, Laila. Do you remember the safeword we agreed on?”
Laila nodded, “Green means I’m fine, orange means I’m struggling, red means stop,” she recited, looking around at the furniture and objects.
It was a simple enough setup, she thought. A padded table, a trolley full of mysterious-looking objects… the only thing that was bothering her was the restraints.
“Stretch your hands up above your head, please.” Flin unfastened the halter-neck of her catsuit then pulled the two sides down, exposing her breasts. She felt Flin’s fingers dance around her areolas, then tug at her nipples. He picked something up from the trolley and showed it to Laila. It was a silver chain with what looked like jeweled clip-on earrings on either end.
“This is a pair of nipple clamps. I’m going to attach them to you.”
They looked painful. Laila froze in fear and closed her eyes.
“Look at me, Laila,” Flin said. “Tell me where you are: green, orange, or red?”
“Orange.”
“Do you think I’m going to hurt you?” Flin asked.
Laila shook her head.
“Remember, you have to tell me the truth. Do you think I’m going to hurt you?” he reiterated.
Laila looked at him guiltily, then nodded.
“Give me your hand.”
She held it out. Flin took her pinky finger, and attached one of the nipple clamps to the tip of it.
“What does that feel like?”
“Firm, but not pinchy,” she conceded, feeling a little relieved.
“Your nipples are more sensitive than your finger, so it will feel a bit stronger when I attach it to your nipples. I want you to remember that you can tell me to stop at any time and I’ll take it straight back off,” Flin said. “Do you want me to contin
ue?”
Laila nodded.
She felt Flin attach one of the clamps, and she screwed her eyes up while he did it, more to make herself feel better than because of any pain. The clamp itself was pressing on the nipple, connecting it to a nerve that seemed to run straight down to her pussy, with only a slight pinch. It was tempered by the plug in her ass.
“How does it feel?” Flin asked.
“It’s good.” Intrigued, now she knew there was nothing to fear, she watched him take her other nipple, roll it between his fingers, then attach the clamp to it. The chain between them swung lightly, stimulating her already excited nipples. A hand touched the back of her neck and she saw Flin looking down at her.
“You look beautiful,” he murmured, while she stepped out of her new, shiny black heels, and waited to find out what he planned to do with her.
“Lean over and put your hands on the table. I need to inspect your panties.”
The zip that ran between her legs was unfastened, baring her panties. She felt like she was dressed and at the same time undressed, and the tight catsuit meant her clit swelled now it was exposed under her panties. Laila wanted nothing more than to rub her aching clit.
“Remember, you can’t touch yourself, play with yourself, or make yourself come,” he reminded her, as if he knew what she thought.
“Why not?” She was sure he must know how turned on she was.
“Because I say so.” He put his hand between her legs and gently patted the gusset of her black underwear. “Someone’s made her panties very, very wet. Are you trembling with excitement or fear?”
“Both,” she answered honestly.
“I need you to clench your ass muscles and hold in that butt plug while I take your panties off. Can you do that?” he asked. She thought about it for a second; she wanted to say yes, to be able to do what he wanted her to do, but she wasn’t sure she could.
“I don’t know. Is that even possible?”
“Try.” He pulled on the bows either side of her legs, and her panties fell down to the floor, uncovering her most intimate areas. She squeezed her ass muscles against the plug, frowning as she concentrated.
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