Under a Starless Sky

Chapter 69

Shen had the realization she was crazy as fuck. Crazy as fuck wasn’t a clinical definition, but he lacked

clarity on what to call her. “And you were worried I wasn’t scientifically orientated,” he said.

“The words I am using are precise; they are psychological, not metaphysical,” Xana said. “I am okay if

you operate from the metaphysical perspective of lighting chakras and engaging me with tantric

energies, merging energies- as the bio-emo-psych attributes will be in alignment. Metaphor and

abstract thoughts are as good as placebos.”

“You said it has to be consensual,” Shen said. “It can’t be consensual as long as I am not free to say

no.”

“You are free to say no. I will not fuck you if you say no,” Xana said.

“I am being coerced,” Shen said. “That’s not consensual.”

“I am not responsible for what my wife does to you and your friends. You are not my property,” Xana

said.

“But you could free us,” Shen said. “Free us, and I will fuck you.”

“I can send avatars to the surface, but I cannot engage you there. Only here. This deal is for here only,”

Xana said.

“Will you keep your word?” Shen said. “Will you free us?”

“I promise. You impregnate me, I will see you and your friends safely back on the surface of the world,”

Xana said. “I don’t like it. You will live longer, happier lives here. But I will free you when the contract is

completed.”

Shen drank the contents of his glass in one go. He sat it down on the tray.

“Okay,” Shen said.

Xana swept the items off the med-table. The bottle and glasses broke on the floor. She lifted Shen and

laid him on the table. She mounted him, her feet grabbing rods on either side of the bed, grasping them

as easily as if her feet were hands. There was no foreplay. She simply pulled up her nighty and his

gown and slid him into her. She was either that wet or the sheen of oil was indeed oil, as she took him

with no resistance. He was lubricated as soon as she sat on him; but he felt the transition between her

bio suit and her personal equipment. Her grind was seriously strong, and pushing and pulling on the

rod added to her force and weight. Two of her hands pined his hands above his head. Two hands held

his head. She forced her tongue down his mouth, rolling it just enough that he could get air. They

whistled a strange sound that was escalating in pitch that was panic, urgency, and pleasure all

together. He felt her plunge the depth of his stomach and the strangeness of feeling pressure and

movement on the inside simultaneous with the external pressure of her body and rhythmic sliding of

breast against his chest resulted in him dissociating. Her breasts moved against him. The nighty felt

oily, moving against him like a shower curtain blown by a breeze. She stopped kissing to stretch out,

her tongue coming out in a slow, uncomfortable yet immensely satisfying, like blowing ones nose and

pulling a solid strand that went from nose to brain completely out- like pulling a worm out- the pleasure

was just getting it out. The end of her tongue licked and rolled, bringing stomach content with her. She

swallowed and seemed satisfied. She rocked him harder, changing pitch and position, her legs moving

as if she were riding a bike. Her breasts rolled on and off his face, and at one point he thought she

might unintentionally smother him with breasts. His face slipped between the breasts and they buffed

his ear, and he shivered through his whole body the way he might when listening to an ASMR video.

She sat up straight, arching her back. Her wings went up and splayed out. The tips folded and came

together at the forehead, the third eye and tickled him. Suddenly they were in a mindscape, fucking.

Normal human size bodies banging and rocking an RV home. The home smelt old, dusty. It felt like a

memory but it wasn’t is. Light circled them. Books flew opened and fanned through all the pages as if

ghost were speed reading. Musical notations, mathematical notations, magical foreign scripts, stars

and rainbow, spectral sparks, and geometric lines of atomic particles colliding rained over and around

them as if they were in a storm.

Their minds and emotions became entrained. Their heart and breath came as one. They came

together. The mechanical arm overhead cleaned the floor of broken debris and retracted. They finished

together. She hovered over him.

“That was nice,” Xana said. “And you’re still hard. I am going to continue.”

Xana leaned back, grinding, massaging her clit with one hand and massaging her own breast with two

other; one hand held Shen’s neck. She brought one hand from her breast and reached behind her to

massage his balls. Her wing tips brushed him from face to chest and back. He found himself in another

constructed memory. There were elements that were definitely his memory, and then things that

weren’t- he assumed they were her memories colliding with his. He came again. Over the course of

several hours, she took him to half a dozen new settings in his mind, and he lost count of how many

times he came. One of the memory fragments he was her- Xana being assaulted by Kali. Another

memory was Kali being more kind and affectionate after an assault. When she was finished, he was

half asleep from exhaustion. He was aware that she cleaned him. She kissed him. And she went away.

She whispered in his ear- “Continue to give my wife a hard time. I don’t want her to suspect anything.”

Kali was angry. “Stop fighting me. Have some fucking dignity.”

“Fighting you is my dignity,” Shen said.

“Cooperate, and I will allow you to wear clothes,” Kali said.

“Fuck you!” Shen said.

He was pulled out of the corner, manhandled into positioned, secured, and manipulated until Kali got

what she came for. She seemed less satisfied than usual.

“Your counts have been declining over the last week,” Kali said. She looked at him. “Is the honeymoon

period already over? Do I need to bring some strange in here to get the counts back up?”

“Fuck you,” Shen said.

Kali jumped on him, she fucked him while pounding on him. He didn’t enter her as easily as he went

into Xana. The distinction between penetrating her suit’s orifice and hers was palpable. It pushed like

going through sand paper and he thought she might break it off; it took four or five thrust before he was

lubricated enough to tolerate the whole depth of her insides, and side hair scraped at him when she

came to high. She pushed her tongue into his stomach, tongue fucking him until he passed out from

tongue asphyxiation. When he came to, she was hovering over him, petting him. She was clearly

satisfied, still surfing the afterglow.

“Say fuck you again, and I will do that again,” Kali informed him, without apparent malice or anger.

“Fuck you.”

Kali jumped him again, fucking him and tongue fucking him but prolonging his consciousness

experience so that he was aware that she was getting off to this, and then she snuffed him- making him

orgasm at the same time he was passing out from asphyxiation. She was still on top of him when he

came to.

“I do think you like this,” Kali said. “Say it again.”

“Just like mother use to do it, only she fucked me in the closet under a tangle of clothes,” Shen said.

Kali laughed. “The smell of women clothing smothering you gets you off? I could bring you panties from

all sorts of strange.”

“Fuck you,” Shen said.

Kali pounded him with four fists in the chest. She hit him in the head and might have killed him had

Xana not pulled her off of him.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” Xana said. “CI could pull your license and confiscate your property.

You want that? You want to live the rest of your life in VR world?”

“I am in charge here!” Kali snapped.

“Then act like it,” Xana said. “I will not allow you to abuse the animals.”

“You want to sleep on the couch?” Kali demanded.

“You know I will. I’ll even move the fuck out. Just say the word, and I’ll take half of everything in the

divorce. You’ll be begging for me back within a month cause no one else will put up with your bullshit,”

Xana said. “Next marriage contract, I get to be the man, and you will be my bitch.”

“Fuck you,” Kali said.

“Wow,” Xana said. “Little Big Man is really getting to you. Don’t make him the thing that comes between

us. Go cool off. Let me clean him up. Go.”

Kali hesitated, then nodded. She went away. Xana brought down mechanical arms and completed

procedures that accelerated healing, mending all the broken bones.

“Bring it down a notch,” Xana said. “Comply with her directives.”

Kali returned. She had a gift of clothes.

“I lost my temper,” Kali said. “I have the right to euthanize you, not to brutalize you. Continue to defy

me, and I will put you down and work from clones. I would rather have original source material.”

“Get dressed, please,” Xana said.

Shen got up and dressed. Even though he was healed, it took effort to remain on his feet. The shirt felt

like a cotton blouse, with long loose sleeve, made even more feminine by the accompanying dress.

Calling it a kilt made it a little easier to suffer.

“See, you just have to know how to talk to them,” Xana said.

“I love you,” Kali said.

They kissed. The kiss evolved and they took it down stairs. By the time they were back in the big room,

they were undressing each other. They fucked on the floor to an audience of all the people in the

containers. Except Shen, who retreated to his corner and sunk down. He heard his friends talking,

which meant one of his jailors had switched the audio back on between cells; probably to help comfort

him.

“I thought he didn’t like me because I was too tall,” Jerica said. “Apparently I am not tall enough.”

“Go easy on him,” Erico said.

“Why, because he’s wearing a dress?” Orton asked.

“Clearly, he likes it rough,” Uffe said.

“At least we know he doesn’t have blue balls,” Erico said.

“They may be black and blue,” Jerica said.

Shen’s face got seriously angry. They became silent because Arne motioned them to be. “You can hear

us?”

“Yeah,” Shen said.

“Sorry,” Orton said.

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“This has got to end,” Arne said. “She nearly killed you.”

“Shen,” Jerica said. “Fucking the blue one by day, and her wife by night, this is not going to end well.”

“I know,” Shen said. “I need you to tell Loxy something.”