The door opened. “Just come to check on your progress,” the voice said, but Cass wasn’t hearing the words anymore. She wasn’t really seeing the room, either. She stared blankly, her mind’s eye seeing only Master’s cock now as she stroked and fingered her soaking pussy. The sound of another person’s voice was just meaningless noise now, insignificant compared to the throb of her clit.
The woman she was twenty-four hours ago wouldn’t have recognized her. When they locked her in the room with it, she thought they were crazy–the door was sturdy, but not so solid that she couldn’t break it down with a few minutes of determined effort. They hadn’t bound or gagged her. And the…the thing, the sculpture or plant or pet or whatever it was, yeah, it was ugly and weird and it hurt her eyes to look at it. But it didn’t scare her. It could barely even move.
But then she looked at it again. Really looked at it. She noticed the way it glistened, the way it seemed to pull at her eyes like it was dragging them into some other place on the other side of sight. She noticed that it always seemed to be facing her, even though it had no eyes and no mouth. She saw how it gulped strangely every time she wasn’t looking directly at it. She realized that to break down the door, she’d have to turn her back on it. Suddenly escape didn’t seem like a priority.
She decided to get into a corner, where she could keep an eye on it while staying as far away as she could. They’d have to open the door sooner or later, and then she’d make a break for it. In the meanwhile, she’d just watch it and try to figure out what the hell it was. It didn’t smell living, but it didn’t look like any kind of machine she’d ever seen. It didn’t look like anything she’d ever seen. She found her gaze pulled into the tiny nooks and crannies on its crenelated surface, feeling as though she was seeing through those holes into somewhere else entirely.
She lost track of time, examining every detail of its surface. Watching it for signs of motion. Wondering what would happen if she reached out to touch it, if those limp fronds dangling from it would wrap around her and enfold her whole. She tried to listen to the silence in the room, tuning out her own breathing and her heartbeat to see if she could tell whether it was humming softly to itself.
Finally, she told herself she was getting obsessed. She needed to take her mind off it. She needed to think of something else…but when she tried to distract herself, she found that she couldn’t think of anything. Thoughts of friends and family, politics, work, even her fears about her kidnappers…they simply weren’t there. Everything was coming up blank in the face of that eerie, faintly glowing creature. (Had it been glowing before? Had it been a creature to her before?)
Eventually, she started masturbating just to have something to do. She couldn’t think of anything but sex and the creature anymore, and she definitely didn’t want to think of the creature, so sex it was. She slid her hand into her pants and rubbed away at her pussy, surprised at how easily thoughts of thick cocks and dominant men came to her mind when everything else was so hard to imagine. And how good it felt…
She felt that throb in her clit, that pulse of pleasure that told her she needed more. She kicked off her clothes without really thinking about it, masturbated without really thinking about it, did everything without really thinking about it now. Occasionally she saw the creature gulp and twitch, but she didn’t really connect it with the blankness in her mind. She didn’t really connect anything to anything anymore, except sex and submission. And her fingers and pleasure.
And now it was a full day later, and he came for her. The thing in the room was shining like a firefly now, its fronds standing on end. Its gulps were audible. And Cass was a good girl for Master. “Good pet,” he said, talking not to her but to it. “Remember, leave them able to obey and I’ll bring you more.”
Cass wasn’t listening. Master’s words weren’t a command. So she didn’t notice the fear in his voice…
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