Under a Starless Sky

Chapter 68

There were days when Kali came to work and didn’t bother with Shen at all. There were days when she

strapped him to the table just to examine him with tech. She performed an anal probe and measured

bacterial counts. She collected samples of every body cell type and every bacteria.

“If you want to know how healthy a specimen, start with their poop,” Kali explained.

Inevitably, Kali would take a sperm sample. The reward interval was sufficiently random that Shen had

erection every time she entered the room due to anticipation. Apparently she couldn’t collect it without

getting ‘worked up’ and on occasion she would masturbate while getting him off. The moment she got

off, she was all business, and very few words, if she spoke at all.

About 47 days into the captivity, and four hours into a dark cycle, the sound of the door opening

triggered the lights. The habitats that held all the creatures remained ‘darkened,’ so as not to wake the

inhabitants. Even the side of his habitat where his friends slept was darkened. He could see them

asleep even in the dark because the wall gave a view into the habitat with a ‘night vision’ feel of green

light, emphasizing heat signatures. All the cages were this way, so he assumed, day or night, their

keepers could watch activity. The fact that this information was available to him suggested they wanted

him to know they were being watched. He assumed his cell was opened to the greater light from the

room because Kali intended to experiment on him.

The hairless giantess entered. She carried with her a tray of food. It was a giant tray, with one normal,

human size plate of food with a bottle of wine, on a miniature tray. She sat the tray down, and then

delicately moved the smaller tray into the exchange lock. She returned to the door, closed it, illuminated

the moon portal, and swung the door full open to reveal the active portal. She stepped through,

emerging into the lower area. She came up to Shen’s level. She was twelve foot tall. Unlike her

companion, she maintained her same skin tone, white- flawless, like oiled baby skin, tiny blond hairs

sparked on her arms and legs. Four arms, but her normal skin tone. She wore silvery, see through

nighty that hinted at rainbows if your eyes chose not to penetrate- or drew your eyes back if they did

penetrate. Rainbow sparked over her feminine attributes begging eyes to penetrate. It was rather

hypnotic. She had wings that were folded. Her skin exuded a sheen that suggested massage oil had

been applied, generously.

“Hello,” she said. She opened the exchange box and brought the tray with food and wine. She sat it on

the bed. She held bottle and two wine glasses, each in their own hand. She opened the wine bottle with

the remaining hand, poured, and then set the bottle down after she re-corked it. “Your friends call you

Shen. I am Xana.”

From his position on the floor, in the corner, his most comfortable line of sight brought his eyes to her

thigh gap. Rainbow sparks and desire tempted him to linger. There was no hiding his reaction with his

hospital gown. His reaction was natural, and also manipulative- his mind was playing out an angle to

use her to potentially create discord between assumed lovers. Kirk strategy- use a woman’s love or

interest to get the crew’s needs met. She smiled, and held out a glass of wine.

“Promise; it’s not poison,” she said.

Shen didn’t answer.

“I also promise I won’t force myself on you like my wife. I will negotiate in good faith. You must speak to

me to negotiate. Drinking with me is a sign of trust,” Xana said.

“I don’t trust you,” Shen said.

“And why should you,” Xana said. “Your emotional and psychological responses to me and my kind is

reasonable. Fear. Isn’t it interesting that fear can be so arousing? Come, speak with me. I will trade

knowledge for favors.”

Shen stood up. He wearily came forward to collect the glass she held out to him. She withdrew the

glass, which in any other context might have been seen as a playful gesture. Going forward would only

bring him into ideal grappling range. She smiled playfully and brought the glass back.

“I was going to guess good cop bad cop, but apparently the game is bad cop worse cop,” Shen said. “If

I have to choose between the lesser of two evils, I am going to pick the worst one just so I can be

done.”

“I really like you,” Xana said, sipping. “Ask me a question, anything. For free.”

She sat the intended glass of wine down and stepped back. He stepped forwards into her space and

took the glass from her hand. He sipped this. She laughed.

“I don’t have to trick you to poison you, but if I were going to trick you, wouldn’t I have left the poison in

my cup and pretended to drink it?” Xana asked.

“But it's so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you: are you the sort of giantess who

would put the poison into her own goblet or her enemy's? Now, a clever girl would put the poison into

her own goblet, because she would know that only a great fool would reach for what was given. I am

not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not

a great fool. You would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me,” Shen

said.

“I am confused,” Xana said, genuinely perplexed. “Are you toying with me?”

“Yes, sort of,” Shen said. “Princess Bride. Iocane powder. One of the more deadly poisons known to

man.”

“There’s no such thing,” Xana said. “Is there?”

“You weren’t born or raised in Australia, were you?”

“Where?” Xana asked. “Is this the world you come from, or just a place you know?”

“Clearly you’re not Vizzini. You’re definitely not the Spaniard. I suppose I have to beat the giantess

first,” Shen said.

“You’re a funny little man,” Xana said, coming closer and reaching past him for the drink he had

ignored. “I might like getting beat. Teach me this game we’re playing.”

“You don’t know enough to play,” Shen said.

“Hence the phrase, teach me,” Xana said. She peered coyly over her glass.

“It would take a miracle,” Shen said.

“Then perhaps I can teach you a game.”

“Now I am confused. Where are we?” Shen asked.

“Good question. Let’s negotiate. I will answer all your questions, but only if you agree to a condition,”

Xana said.

“You have nothing I want,” Shen said.

“How about your freedom?”

Shen was speculatively quiet and untrusting. “If all you offer me is my freedom, I will decline. Freedom

for me, my friends, and all these people. All the slaves.”

“No. Even if I gave you their freedom, they would not be able to function in the real world. They were

bred in captivity. They long for captivity. They have good lives and would not tolerate being wild on the

surface,” Xana said. “They would kill themselves to try to return to Haven.”

“Haven?”

“The habitat we live in,” Xana said.

“Habitat?” Shen asked.

“If you think you are the only one kept, then you’re not as smart as I imagined you,” Xana said. She

frowned. “I will give you more information, but know this- you are approaching a threshold where I will

take payment from you, whether you negotiate terms or not.” She held an empty hand up. A

holographic image of a space station, a long tube with wheels at both ends and in the center, the

wheels connected to the tube by spokes. It was rotated so that one end was facing Shen. A large

bubbled, transparent dome was at both ends of the cylinder. It grew in dimension and scope and came

at him as if he was moving to it. Shen experienced vertigo but felt Xana grasp his arm, and heard her

voice, ‘steady,’ and she ran him through the center of the dome. The inner surface of the cylinder was

plains, fields, mountains, and lakes, turning around a column that ran the length of the cylinder. He was

rapidly passed through it, but it was so long it felt like being in a tunnel, and had there been a light

source on the other side of the far dome, he would have thought he was in the tunnel reported by

people having NDE’s experiencers. Once outside, the artifact fell away. Virtual representation revealed

the planet, sun, and station. The station was in a geosynchronous orbit, always at the full dark. The

geomagnetic field around the planet was distorted by the sun’s solar wind. Both the magnetic field, and

all the particles of the solar wind came to the station, as it was in the apex collection point- and was

likely powered by both the magnetosphere and indirect solar energy. The image expanded and

popped, with a fun display of fireworks that rained down on them, like snowflakes but solid enough they

tickled. They painted them and the floor around them with snowflake geometric patterns. Some

overlapped, as if describing magical combinations of alchemy.

“An O’Niell Cylinder!” Shen said.

“Haven,” Xana said.

“Fuck me,” Shen said.

“Okay,” Xana said, coming closer.

“Wait, what?”

“I want to fuck you,” Xana said.

“Why?” Shen asked.

“Why not? You’re male, I am female. Judging by the tent, you’re clearly interested,” Xana said.

“Not fair,” Shen said. “The wine, the sight of you. You’re projecting hyper-femininity…”

“No, that’s you projecting. Your kind always assumes that your human attributes are exaggerated in

giants,” Xana said. “We’re just people. Just because we’re bigger doesn’t mean we have greater

appetites or lust…”

“By definition…”

“To scale, we’re perfectly, and appropriately the same,” Xana said. “This will cost you. We are the

originators. We made smaller people in order to travel the great distances between the stars and

maintain viable populations for terraforming.”

“Really?” Shen asked. “Not the story I heard.”

“Yeah, we can spend a lifetime chasing origin stories,” Xana said.

“If you’re so normal, explain the four arms, wings, ability to change size…”

“I am actually still the same size. I am temporarily, dimensionally refracted to optimize interaction,”

Xana said. “I want to fuck you. I have a limited time to spend with you. I will have to go back to my wife.

If she wakes and I am not there, she gets upset. She is a bit of a control freak.”

“Yeah,” Shen agreed.

“I want to fuck you. Specifically, I want you to impregnate me,” Xana said.

“Is that even possible?” Shen asked.

“Yes,” Xana said. “I am a scientist. You can trust me.”

“Ghost busters,” Shen said. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“I do not understand this. You believe in spirits? I really thought you understood science,” Xana said,

pouting.

“I understand some things, but not everything. Not your dimensional refraction ability or these added

appendages,” Shen said.

“The bio-suit?” Xana asked. “It’s just biological clothing, like armor. This is easy tech. I could even

make you bio-clothing. Making it is easy; adapting to it, that takes practice. You would be surprised how

quickly the brain adapts to new sensory information, though. Some people can’t live without

augmentation, they have been attached so long. Enough talk. Let’s fuck.”

“No; we have not come to terms,” Shen said.

“I will help you and your friends escape, but only after I am pregnant,” Xana said. “I will come to you in

the stealth of night, and you and I will fuck until I am pregnant. That’s the deal.”

“Your wife has taken enough samples, just help yourself,” Shen said.

“No,” Xana said. “Only direct physical contact will work. I need physical, mental, and emotional

connections. It’s not enough to just slap gametes together. Anyone can do that. Joining energy for the

intentional act of procreation changes things. This isn’t just fun fuck. This is not a rape fuck. This is

purposeful. This is consensual. Our intent enhances results. Our combined energies changes results.

There will be a merging of consciousness and the super-conscious mind that becomes us will select

the gametes and the offspring will be the ideal for us. It is unconscious process, a sacred process, and

the offspring is the culmination of our soul contract.”