Sayonara
Keywords: Sayonara,
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"Displacers aren't just psykers," Satin explained. "They leave something behind when they displace. They are soulless. Things. Animals. Eruptions on the face of.. Unh!"
"Shut up now," Toys told her mildly as she pushed her finger once more into the metal orifice at the base of Satin's delta. She rolled Satin onto her stomach and slid herself onto Satin's back, keeping the finger there. No matter how Satin bucked and cried out, Toys' weight always pressed her back down onto her circling and probing finger. This time Toys didn't stop even once Satin was too weak to struggle. No more talk that night.
Even paralyzed with exhaustion, as she was, Satin drifted in and out of sleep. The night passed in many waking snapshots. Shiplife that never ceased fastwarding around her. It was early morning, by standard ship time, that Satin found herself wide awake and the comforting weight of Toys' body missing from her back.
Anna, the Aryan toy girl, had been working at the cabin's sole desk, using the desk lamp so as not to disturb the off shift crew. She muttered as she worked, third person as usual, about all the things she would prefer to be doing. It got to be almost relaxing after a while, listening to it, like rain when you are sleeping. Satin wasn't sleeping though. She had been watching Anna through slit eyes for some time.
Apparently Anna was studying up to be an engineer, or in any case to gain the competency that would stop her being confined to quarters (anybodies quarters) during any shipwide operation. She had been doing this bookwork every free period for months, Satin suspected. Anna didn't get many free periods; that was clear.
"How's it going, Anna." Toys voice.
"Soon. I'll be sitting," replied Anna, by an act of great concentration. "Toys," she continued after a second. Momentarily Toys moved into view, presenting her naked back to Satin, and much more to Anna, to Satin's distant annoyance.
"She's a killer. Kill you in a second," Anna said. Went to kiss Toys stomach but Toys pushed her back.
"Satin is a killer. Satin plus tar-baby wouldn't hurt a fly."
"How can you. Love her?"
"Anna. She's not psychopathic. She feels. She's vulnerable. She howls like a howler monkey if you touch her in just the right spot. And she's all mine. Captain gave her to me. I'm the one that's got to know what's right for her. She sure doesn't. Isn't that enough?"
"You forget what she is, then she'll kill you."
"Not so far. So far I've been the murderer. Every fucking time."
"Toys!" Satin jumped at Anna's shout. Emitted an involuntary gasp as the device reacted.
The two crew-girls heard that gasp and turned towards her as one; Toys had a beatific smile on her face as she twisted to look over her shoulder. Anna did not have such a smile.
Enemy, Satin thought.
Toys strolled to her side. "Been awake long, Satin?" She wanted to know how much Satin had heard. Right then Satin didn't care what Toys had meant by her words. Didn't care if Toys were going to bind her to an altar and sacrifice her to some perverse psyker god; didn't even mind if Satin wasn't her first. That girl was all Satin had.
"Had a bad dream," Satin said. Her voice was raspy. Toys held her head up and fed her some water from a squeeze-bottle. Some of it went down the wrong way and she coughed. That of course set the device off, powerfully. At the end of it Satin was struggling not to whimper out of shame, which would only prolong the attack, and Toys was holding Satin to her chest.
"Please, take it out. Just for a while," Satin begged.
For a while Toys seemed to consider it as Satin pleaded with her eyes. Please say yes. Please don't ask anything of me in return. I can't surrender anything but I need this.
"Alright Satin, for just a little while."
It felt so good coming out, even though the muscles of Satin's vagina did not seem to want to release it, and struggled to swallow the device back inside her. There was a void inside her that required the pleasure-on-demand that that infernal device had fed her. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together to crush that void but they had bound her legs straddling the narrow bunk again, the situation she had first woken to. She found herself thinking of Toys tar-black tongue, exploring her that time.
As if Toys had read her mind, Satin felt a palm laid upon her there. Toys smiled down on her as fingers slid into Satin's cleft, spreading her lips and massaging the tension from her. It felt so gentle, so natural compared to the devices' neural stimulation. Satin felt no need to protest when Toys began kissing her face and breast. She was slipping into sleep again and nothing in all her memory had ever felt as right as this.
***
Gently, quietly, Satin eased her head of Toy's stomach. Toys was sleeping like a baby. She didn't stir. Twisting snakelike in the tight slick material that bound her arms to her sides and her legs together, Satin rolled herself to kneeling. She surveyed Toys naked form for a moment. Beautiful. Perfect.
Moving with infinite care, Satin extended herself to the limits of her balance. She could only place her head a few handspans past her knees without tipping forwards, and burying her face into Toy's chest. That would ruin everything. Not quite far enough. Or was it? Extending her tongue, she laid a delicate trail of saliva over Toys' soft nipple. Gently, gently, she began to blow.
A delicate speckle of goose-bumps formed upon Toys areola. Her breathing changed slightly. Then the skin puckered more deeply. Her nipple jutted upward, rigid as a thumb and she sighed. Eyes flickered under lids. A slight curve of her lips told Satin her dreams had taken a turn for the pleasant.
This was the crucial moment. The odds of Satin's escape plan surviving the next three seconds were about fifty-fifty.
She threw herself forwards, over Toys' chest and shoulder, ramming her own forehead into the soft foam of the bunk, forming an arch over Toys' face.
She didn't touch Toys. Her breasts, unnaturally firm in the skin-molding material of the tar-baby hung just centimeters from Toys' cheek. Toys did not wake.
Forcing her breath to calm, Satin lowered her trembling belly. She could not see past' Toys sleeping face but she felt the instant Toys erect nipple brushed the sensitive material upon her stomach.
Frowning in concentration, Satin swayed the way she had practiced, tracing in exact mirror image the sigil Toys had traced that morning, or was it the previous, on Satin's back. Satin suspected only Toys' touch would do it. Would Toys' firm nipple work as well as Toys finger had then?
In total silence, the tar baby reformed and her arms were free. She did not know the sigil that would free her completely, and movement in the tar-baby now felt like pushing through treacle, but some things you cannot change, like nature.
***
Moving silently through the darkened corridors, she killed in slow motion. She had found a knife at some point and that was much quicker than suffocation, easier than that blood-slicked garrote wire she had regretfully abandoned. Maybe soon she would find a gun.
As if on queue, another crew-girl wandered into her web, this one bearing a pistol in a holster at her side. This one moving warily. Satin hadn't heard any alarm. Satin had cut the alarm.
The killing had gotten easier. The first had been horrid. Now Satin had begun to doubt her luck and so this one went bad. She lost her knife so she had to do it the hard way. The slow way.
"Don't," The girl managed to choke, her face inches from Satin's. It was Toys.
How could this be? Surely she had killed Toys first. Yes, she had. And the second victim, it had been dark, but now Satin came to think of it, that had been Toys too. They all had.
Satin keep squeezing and squeezing but Toys kept struggling and wouldn't die. Satin heard herself whimper with frustration as her fingers lost strength. She could not keep her hands firm around that slick sinuous throat. Sweat made Toys slippery as an eel between Satin's gloss black legs.
"Please Toys please," Satin heard herself begging. "Let me do it quick. It's for your own good. I don't like this. I don't." But already she was on the verge of coming.
***
Satin woke in a cold sweat. The entire dream must have only lasted a split second, for otherwise she would have woken grunting and slippery. Sometimes her dreams were like that, hours or days in an instant. Some nightmares, as far as she could tell, she never woke from at all. Insanity became history.
This had not been one of those dreams. Toys still lay beside her unharmed and Satin was still a prisoner. Satin found herself to be crying with relief and shame. For a while she just lay there, afraid to sleep.
***
"Toys!" Satin hissed.
Toys didn't wake. Her head was slumped on Satin's chest, cheek pushed up and a little bit of drool poised on one corner of her lip. Beautiful. And her hair was a mess too: a thatch of brown hanging over her face, teasing a nostril as she breathed.
"Toys! Oh!"
Damn that contraption. They had returned it while she slept. It took a few seconds to get herself back under control. Her bucking stomach woke Toys though, barely. Toys raised her head groggily.
"Toys. You're the nice one aren't you. The one I am meant to trust. You're what's really meant to hold me here. Not these, these toys you made."
Toys grinned sleepily. "You got me. Is it working?"
"You're the one I have to kill."
Toys sighed, and then crawled further up Satin's chest to examine her face. "You've been crying." She touched the moisture at the corners of Satin's eyes. Tasted it. "You are frightened!"
Satin's face twisted in a snarl. "I'll slit your throat! Oh! Oh!" Pleasure jolted into her cunt once, twice.
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Keywords: Sayonara,