Part 13

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The massive silken sheets kept rustling around her squirming body. Chiana whipped her head out from under the massive pillows. That hurt her neck. But then everything hurt.

The sheets rustled while her hips raised and lowered repeatedly, arousal at a fever pitch. Larran's torture playing over again through her mind had finally been displaced by her watching Larran forced to watch a spectacle he didn't like from behind a force field.

Standing beside the table she was on, John's hunky body worked hers ruthlessly, over and over again. She knew John would come through and try to turn the tables on Larran someday. She was still smiling deviously at Larran while she relished the victory, free to enjoy John's passions, and feel his anxious, warm touch.

John had her chained to the table, but oh.....she rasped out a long hot breath. John also clamped a chain around her waist. Although her waist was very small, the clamp was still ruthlessly tight.

She was shaking from exhaustion but he drove her harder than ever, telling her in his husky voice and the accent he got sometimes in that voice what he expected her to do. She watched Larran yelling demands, frothing in frustration. He demanded her. He was swearing punishments on her if he refused. John let the punishments she'd be given mount, far beyond anything anyone could take. He just whispered into her ear with his hot breath and she didn't care what she might have to endure.

Battered Nebari lips gnawed at the edge of a pillow, her dry mouth licking it with a dry hungry tongue. It didn't matter. He was whispering in her mind's ear now while his hardness rubbed in her raw sex. "You gotta pull darlin' you know you do that better" he grunted out an exhale through his teeth while he thrust into her again "than anyone. You're just getting started. Bust it up, girl. Raise up" he demanded although she was straining against the clamp already. But he needed her, in his voice he needed her.

Her back bent outrageously to bring her rear up on her knees. Chiana gaped in confused surprise as Larran then pulled out a command box and pushed buttons. The chain around her waist began to pull down on her already overextended back. Her neck began to be pulled down hard by its chain. She stayed on her elbows and knees but the body began breaking. John teased her with the tip of his staff. "You want this or not darlin'?" She tried pleading but her voice was gone.

"Come on, Chi-ana" he was getting frustrated. "You know what you want don't'ya?" She tried getting her rear to welcome it. She looked back to see the back pulling apart from the hips. The hips began pulling from the legs. She strained to keep watching while her back and chest began pulling from the shoulders. Somehow the struggle worked, nudging her sex at his staff until he finally thrust into it. His hands felt along her breaking body with such demanding tenderness.

The body rocked within the rustling silken bedding, gasping in a desperate climax while on the table, her breaking body came with a force that made him holler in that strange accent he'd once used when he'd been doing some other lady, some black haired lady, and she had secretly watched the couple in fevered curiosity. He rocked her desperately straining, breaking backside harder and hollered even louder "Waaaoooo Silver" he hollered this time, instead of "Blackie."

The battered Nebari lips smiled into the pillow even while the body shuddered. She smiled while he came hard and hot into her snapping but even harder working body. Between her hard climax and his, he was nearly blown out of her, if she hadn't clenched for all it was worth to hold him. "Good ga, ga goddess" he leaned across her even more rapidly breaking body and breathed into her shoulder blade. "Good pip, good girl, come on let's get you outta here."

He broke the chains with his bare hands then enfolded her body into his warm, strong hands and arms. He lifted her up against him while he stood, his forearm brushing under her nipples while his other hand pulled her up by the crotch. He stood with her back against him and everything washed into a haze of satisfaction.

Chiana's eyes snapped open, nearly all white from near blindness. Her body trembled weakly from its extremely straining "sleep." Still, she made it bolt up from the wet bedding and walk stiffly for the sauna. She couldn't see anything except the dimmest of shadows but she walked anyway. If it hit something then it hit something.

She'd wanted to tell John what was happening to her, about these strange blind spells. It would happen after she collapsed or decided to sleep, the few times she had tried. She just couldn't tell him. It was clear to her that the last thing he wanted to hear was more complaints from her about why it was so hard for her to just "do nothing vacationing around your free unlimited stay deluxe resort and hot spring."

She heard the water of the spa, bent over and drank some. All the water was bad, but she had to get something inside even if it came back out after an arn or less. She heard herself sniffle as she fell back into a seat. She forced herself to stop and stand. Continuing to the sauna, she heard a few odd moans. She ignored them, they were only hers.

The deep heat of the sauna was a deep relief. She couldn't find a place to sit so she stood and enjoyed the sensation, flexing and trying to unstiffen. Kinking her neck, she wondered why she was so frelling sore, stiff and weak after just having slept.

Crouching, she sighed deeply. Oh how she wanted John about now. Frell it then. She strode from the sauna. One advantage of having no clothes, no need to bother dressing, she smirked. She decided she'd hide outside his rooms until her sight returned, then see if he was there and she could say hello.

She wouldn't try to coax him to frell this time. She wouldn't tell him anything. Just let him blabber. She just wanted to hear his voice, and be around him. To feed her with his presence.

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Chiana could just make out her shadow that made it to his doorway before she did. With her hazy but clearing eyesight, she peeped through the crack in the door. She could see John in his bed. He was on his front, twitching like he was having a dream. She slipped through the crack in the door as easily and silently as her shadow.

On a rickety bicycle, the freaky, wrinkled old three-eyed alien came clattering down to the bottom of the seemingly endless dual shrub lined stairs at the lush garden park. With a crash, her upper half broke through the shrub at the bottom side of the stairway to blink in surprise at seeing him. John scooted to the opposite side of the park bench in the nook he'd sequestered himself in.

"Gah! Go away Miss Gulch" John shrank away from her before going back to tossing popcorn at the giant talking frogs lined up before him, waving their little arms with their mouths open.

John tried to ignore the latest super-hot jogger babe with too-short spandex to run by. John did a double take at the approach of Chiana. Or at least a babe who looked exactly like Chiana. She jogged up in a super-short white spandex tube top under the black top accessory Chiana used to wear, short jogging shorts made of the funky material Chiana used to wear pants of, fluffy furry slippers with jogging shoe soles and an mp3 player in one hand with a set of headphones almost lost in that mop of hair. She jogged in place when she reached him. "The sign says "No feeding the Froggies"" the jogger Chiana pointed out.

John looked over at a sign with a crossed out circle with one of these freaky frogs in it. "What the-?"

"Thanks" the jogger Chiana snurched his popcorn and handed it to the freaky old woman.

"Oh. Thank you, you're sweet. Isn't she?" The old woman took it by her hands sticking out of the bush, and began happily eating the popcorn as if she weren't stuck in a strange position.

"That was my popcorn" John protested, glaring at them.

"You didn't want it. Typical male. You never know what you want unless it's something you can't have" the jogger Chiana told him, looking then at her white rabbit watch. "Frell I got to jog faster now!" she jogged away.

"She's sweet isn't she?" the old woman asked, still stuffing away his popcorn.

"Well uuuuuh...." John delayed answering that and tried to ignore the latest under-clothed hot jogger babe to jog by.

"What happened to that lady you were chasing up the stairs?" the old woman asked. "I was sure I gave you the right potion."

"What? Wow stick to your own business, lady. She got away." He folded his arms. "I didn't see her face but she had black hair and had an uzi."

"Maybe she'd been assaulted?" the old woman helpfully reasoned.

"Huh? Oh the uzi. Yeah I meant to ask about that."

"Now that I think of it, was that jica or jama root I used?" the old woman asked herself.

"I have no idea, fruity, but I think I'll take a jog up the steps. Or something." John went to get up, stopping to gape at a thong-clad hot babe jogging past. "Goodness gracious great buns of steel I gotta go."

"ah-ah!" the old woman held up a finger. John halted. She held out a hand. "Don't be so selfish. Give something to the Salvation Army, hm?" John looked around the bush and saw some Salvation Army collector can attached to the handlebars of her bicycle.

"Dang" John whipped out his wallet. He handed her some money before realizing all the rest of it was gone. "What the!" he looked around and soon saw the jogger Chiana pass by again with his cash stuffed in at the beltline of her shorts. "Hey! Come back here with my Jacksons!"

The blankets lifted from him, revealing his sweat covered body writhing in the bed. Chiana smirked and slid onto the bed. The slick sweat from her body blended with his.

He soon tired of jogging, settling for picking up a bill that fell from her and catching his breath. He looked aside to see a hot Nebari babe in fur gloves and slippers and nothing else but a tiny black thong bikini. He gaped for a few moments before realizing she was ringing a bell and standing next to a Salvation Army donation tripod.

He gave the bill to her, only to be kicked, chopped and finally brought down in a painful crash. "UUUah!" the Nebari yelled. "It says $20 donations and that's a 5! You better make up for that!"

Chiana licked his ear. "Want some company in here?" she breathed.

John double took at jogger Chiana pushing one of his bills into the donation tripod. "I'm next" she said.

John looked at the Nebari rear he was working on, sticking out of the bush. "You gotta be kidding, she's about to start taking the donations out in blood. Whew 15 times is a bit much, kid."

The Nebari babe stood and gave him a kiss. "Your change" she said. John swallowed as jogger Chiana approached. She gave him a funny smirk before starting to make out with the Nebari babe instead.

"Hey that's my money" John protested.

Jogger Chiana leaned the Nebari babe back into the bush and rubbed her behind against John. "Donations of 20 or more only" she sighed. The Nebari babe chuckled.

A sharp breath told her he'd woken. "Mm you're having a good night" she sighed into his ear "again."

"mnum Pi.....what're you" he sniffed. "Aw man" he tried to stretch "am I stiff."

"Mm very" she tapped his staff. "Maxed out."

"Not maxed out" he replied with an embarrassed snicker.

"No?" she asked with a smile and raised brows while he rolled onto his back. "Oh then I'll have to expect more."

Chiana snickered with him. "Oo" he took a sharp breath when she reached down and teased him again. Chiana made a sharp laugh.

"Oh gya I got limits, Pip" he nearly whined.

"What are you complaining about, Crichton, it's not doing anything. Gonna have to do better" she nibbled along his lower lip "if you're gonna keep me happy till you gotta go." She slipped her dry tongue under his teeth, thirsting for his wet mouth. She then flicked her tongue under his upper lip.

John suddenly produced a feather in front of her face. "Good old Larran had these pillows stuffed with rare bird feathers. You know that. You told me. You like these pillows. But do you know what else feathers are good for?"

Chiana blinked. "No no! You....wouldn't" she breathed.

"Ooooo yeah. You're gonna be happy all right, but you're going to be too exhausted to get into any trouble!" he started tickling her with feather light strokes of the feather along her ribcage. She started hollering and jerking all over. "Man are you ticklish!"

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Chiana's mad dash following the smell of food stopped in its tracks. She gaped for a moment, unsure of what to make of the scene in her lounge before her. Larran sat on the edge of a small table laden with a banquet of delicious looking foods. He popped a piece of fruit into his mouth. "Isn't it a beauty?" Larran looked up to the object hovering high above the table.

Chiana's gaze was fixed hungrily upon the foods, glaring hotly from her thresh of overgrown bangs. Her slack mouth was nearly a snarl and any opportunist would have shrunk from challenging her for the food. But even the wrenching hunger couldn't overcome her survival instincts. Those instincts were even more wary of Larran than her hunger. Her eyes fluttered up to the object of Larran's admiration before finally locking on it.

Just what the object was for was hard to tell. The odd egg-shaped shiny metal orb about two, maybe three times the size of a Nebari's head just hovered in the air. Some blue light glowed from some seams along near the front. Her head tilted. The only thing it resembled was a guard sentinel from wherever the Zenetans had sourced their trade. This didn't have any of the protruding arms or apparatuses.

"Of course I wouldn't expect you would have seen one of these. They are so rare these days. Millennia ago these were as common among the privileged estates as doorways. It is a Carn, or the equivalent of a sentinel. This is a copy of one of the few surviving examples. A copy made, I assure you, at great expense. All on your account. You see how you cost me?"

Chiana flitted her tongue over her savagely dry lips. "I can" she stopped, her throat too dry and hoarse to speak without pain. But she took a deep breath and spoke anyway. "Can always leave. Save you the trouble, yeah?" she whipped her head, smiling in taunting yet her eyes desperate beyond reason that he'd agree. But he only smiled like a contented pet she had stroked. "If you say....I can't get out, what the frell you need that for?"

Larran helped himself to a huge roasted leg of something. After putting down the bone, he sucked his fingers clean while looking along her body. "You spend so much time in your....wanderings that I must have some way to watch in the event you need help."

"Oh yeah? So it's your spy. And, ah, what would you do if I fell and needed help? Rush in so you could step on me?"

"Oh, forbid you access from these rooms. For your own safety of course." He smiled thinly at her snarl. Her feral ways never ceased to entertain and titillate him.

"You've got my server working for you!" she snarled "what else do you want!"

That seemed to stoke his ego. "Now that your resourceful mind isn't clouded from resolving to stay or leave based on misplaced obligations to your servant, I decided some added insurance, or I should say, attraction, was in order. Of course it will also assist me in answering a few questions that may arise, and in ensuring your....prompt reply to summons." He smiled fuller at her cutting, suspicious glance under her quirky shift of her head. Her instinctive mixture of feral ways with intellect was surely as fascinating, Larran considered. It was so rewarding and stimulating to have this being in his hands until is burns itself out.

Curiosity piqued, Larran picked up a handheld control box from the table and pressed a few commands. He turned his intent gaze on Chiana. Her gaze remained fixed warily on the sentinel. Bands of blue glowed from it where gaps opened along the shiny metal surface. A small hole opened near the front. Within the blink of an eye, long metallic strands of flexible netting shot from the opening, ensnaring the outline of her body. Chiana's head tilted back, her eyes wide with shock to feel pinprick pain from over a dozen hooks fixed into her skin.

Larran's eyes held the light of a boy's delight in a cool new toy. He pressed a command into the box. The netting began to reel into the sentinel, soon pulling at her skin. "Now" he said to her only absently, his gaze and attention on his control box and the sentinel, "either you will come closer, or you will lose alarmingly large sections of your skin at the least, and I will then show you another thing the Carn can do."

Chiana stepped closer when the sentinel resumed reeling the net in. Larran appeared satisfied. Pressing another command, the hooks withdrew, releasing her. The numerous places it had hooked in her ached with pain. But her eyes stayed on him. There was something to him that told her he was not finished.

From the time he reached for a fruit to the time he picked it up, Chiana had sprung to the table. Before Larran realized her motion and intent, she had grabbed the control unit and dashed several feet behind him. "No!" he yelled, but quickly stopped in place as she pressed buttons, trying to get it to do something. It quickly became obvious she was missing some step. He sprung toward her, but she hit the ground, rolling out of his way. She sprung onto her feet by a table and smashed the control into a corner. The unit exploded into pieces.

Picking up a sharp piece, she held it up, stopping his rush at her in his tracks. "Come on" she suggested. "Come on, let's loose some alarmingly large sections of your skin, at least" she nearly snarled her lips.

Larran retreated to the door, turning to her. "You will pay for this, my....guest" he sneered. She moved and he closed the door just in time for the sharp chunk of the controller to embed in the door where his head had been.

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