Part 19

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The door to the conservatory garden dinning room opened with a squeak. "Man that's annoying. You have guests you don't like come in through that door or something?" John asked Larran, stepping out of the way for Larran to pass.

"It seems our lady guest needs to lube those door pins again. It's about time she joined us for dinner at any rate" Larran decided, opening a number pad locked wall cabinet, at last careless of John's observing glance. Opening the cabinet, he removed a small command pad. He pressed a few commands before turning his attention to John. "Malis does throw the most divine parties, does she not?"

"Whoa man, yeah, some shindig. Lots of guys in Vegas would simply die for that show. Heck I bet somebody somewhere did die for that show" he comments as if to himself. "Hey can I take this off now?" he gestured to the leather studded collar on his neck.

"M? Oh course. Ah, what happened to the ah....?" Larran gestured as if he had a leash.

"Oh, yeah I think that heroin chick, that....I think she um. Ended up with it. Somehow."

Larran looks aside a moment. "Ah that was the leash then, around her...."

"Yeah that one" John confirms. "Whats on the menu? Roast Guest?"

"Hm? No, flamed flacilan I think. Or mnlu?"

"Hey you got anymore of that turkey and dumplings?"

Larran smiled to himself, telling a wall panel what he expected. "Thuluic and Glickthi. Drink?" he asked louder.

"Surprise me" John said. "Again...."

"Hm I know what you'll....umhm enjoy with your penchants for preoccupied nights...." Larran entered in something on a keypad. "Here comes our reclusive companion now" he noted.

The whirs of the sentinel preceded tiny metal clattering and labored, ragged breathing. Finally the dull aluminum orb hovered into the dining area, pulling its victim, ensnared in a net of metal links affixed to the victim with hooks snared into the skin. Dripping sweat mixed with blood, bent slightly and trembling, Chiana raised glassy, fevered eyes to Larran, her teeth barring and her steps hesitating as if she were about to try freeing herself regardless of the damage.

Larran's gaze trailed from the sentinel to Chiana, gazing back with mild interest, his eyes fixing on the long needles sticking out of her back. He reached out and pulled out all but one. The remaining needle stuck into her vertebrae. Noting her odd use of her left leg, he tapped the needle, noting the tensing of her left leg. But her attention seemed to feverously fix on John, who continued to wander from them toward the table. At length Larran pulled the needle out to a choked gasp from Chiana. "Five shots of maluk, you're a wonder to be standing" Larran mused.

Chiana made a tortured, choked stab of a laugh. "As if I could stop" she seethed, her throat raw from her deprivations.

"Hey Clive, wanna tote your mess over here? Sounds like they're coming with the royal table."

Larran continued to the table, seating while the sentinel pulled Chiana near to the table in cold obedience. Seemingly blind to the tormented guest, the servants quickly filled the table. "Yup" John surveyed, "table's fit for a king. Too bad we ain't got one" he glanced to Larran while adding some spice to a heaping plate. "Still, a guy's got to be grateful for what he's got. There are always those who are left without" he glanced again to Larran before helping himself to a spoonful. "You guys can't do BBQ for crap, but this turkey combo of yours is pretty sweet. I could eat truckloads."

"Most pleased to hear so" Larran smiled amiably. "You seem to have been doing poorly. You wouldn't want to resemble that" Larran sneered at Chiana.

"Once every couple of days ain't exactly my habit. Don't let it get you, bud. I wouldn't. You might, but if I got that thin I'd be dead. I sure as hell wouldn't look like that. Nothing on the fashion runways got anything on that" he appeared to sniff in a hit from the tube in his hand. "Damn good thing she's an alien. What the hell am I saying, hell everyone's an alien!"

"Aren't we all" Larran rhetorically asked while he helped himself to a variety of items with an air of weary habit. He halted and looked to Chiana. Her eyes seemed to gaze vapidly, barely focusing on him. "Don't you want to get off your feet? I know you do. Down -now, down" he gestured. She began to struggle down onto her hands and knees, seeming to waver. A hook threatened to rip from her, and she watched it. She seemed to struggle then to reverse. "You want to get down, you don't care about that" he told her.

A small hum escaped her. The sentinel suddenly lowered at her gradual descent. Larran sat back in disappointment. He sighed and pressed a command to release the net hooks. Chiana didn't seem to notice, her head facing down, intently watching drool run from her mouth. "Her resilience against maluk is pathological" Larran decided. He dropped to a lower voice. "Maluk is excellent for making one very open to suggestion, and little else. She's pumped with at least three times effective dosage. It looks like she's finally succumbing. Chiana? Go to the door and remove the hinge pins."

Larran glanced a few times while he ate, seemingly only mildly noting Chiana crawling to the door, struggling to remove the massive hinge pins, letting them drop and standing blankly staring at the wall. Larran hummed in amusement, wiping his fingers with a cloth. "Now look at those pins. Remember how you lubed the bottom one before?" Larran chuckled to himself. "Show us and do it again, with both of them."

John seemed to rouse from oblivion, almost knocking his fork off the table. He caught it and slowly returned to eating. Then he stopped as if he just heard what had been said. "You gonna have her do the dirty with that big ol dirty metal sucker again?!" his brow creased as he gaped at Larran.

"Hm yes, and make sure it's good and dirty first. Roll it in some dirt." Larran added. His victim picked up the pin, took it over to a dirt garden bed, rolled the pin until it was coated with dirt and gravel, then stared at it as if forgetting what she was doing. "Good, now you can do what you enjoyed doing before."

"What not both at once?" John joked, but his voice was slurred and wan.

Larran looked away from her attempt to work the hinge pin into her sex. "Excellent idea" Larran spoke louder "Both at once this time. You want to hurry" he added. She urgently forced the hinge pin in, its cap standing out from her stretched sex. Involuntarily shuddering, she bent over, picked up the second hinge pin and began to try forcing it in her rear. "No" Larran laughed, picking up a leaf of salad and tossing it across the table. "You've got to get both in the same hole, trelk."

Half bending, she tried pushing the first hinge pin in further with the second hinge pin. It wouldn't go in any farther. "You've got to, and do it now" Larran suggested with a high, almost giddy voice. She kept ramming it, the pin sliding from the cap of the other to ram everywhere around the sex, halting for involuntary shudders. "Come here" he called. Larran resumed eating with indifference to her awkward, halting walk, until she stood at the table side.

Larran coaxed her to him, patting her middle as if a pet and coaxing her to bend over with her behind facing the table. Grasping the nearer hipbone protruding from the front of her bony hips with one hand, he pulled her nearer and gestured to John.

"Now that's slick" Larran informed his apparantly stoned companion, running a finger through the thick fluid dripping from the sex around the hinge pin. He tapped the stretched lip of the sex, perking up with interest at the violent reaction. "Hm! I'd hate to think if that weren't metal" he sneered in dark amusement. "We must have that try other kinds of materials. She should be able to do some amusing tricks with that. I'll set some time aside this week to make her work on it" he decides, placing a pad on the back of her hips and making notes.

"Have you ever seen her working on this, or were you a victim?" he teased to John. Intently staring at the roast at the center of the table, John muttered to himself before chuckling. "Hm?" Larran asked.

"Yeah, somewhere. Aw man if she knew I saw her" John broke into chuckles, whining with delirious glee. "Had me going for, sheeeit man every time I thought" he struggled out before dissolving into chuckles again.

Larran tried placing the end of his pen alongside the hinge pin, but to his annoyance, he could not stretch her any further. Still he settled for prodding several violent reactions from her. "I see she must have worked obsessively for that kind of strength and control. I would wager that body has wrung a male or two unconscious in it's time." Suddenly shoving the pen in her rear, he returned to his meal. Reaching back, he coaxed her glassy gaze to himself with his hand under her chin. "You can continue now, so you can get them both in." He softly patted her chin and cheek. She smiled a fevered, leering glare, returning to her efforts. He patted her buttocks.

"So this officer that came in while you were at the dealer; was he a problem?" Larran asked John, ignoring the struggle behind him.

John seemed to be struck, as if by a slap. After a moment of a bleary stare, he seemed to rouse to some form of thought. "Wha....no, no he was fine mass'ah. We wuz bruthus, sho'. He is-a come ova t'us and give some skin, dats sho a good greetin, mass'ah. We don' have no problem, we'sa happy niggas mass'ah. Sho we wok dem feelds all a-day and a-come home to da shack a singin' an-a....hey boss man, ah says you all is sho is sum palefaced white trash, can ahsa hav some o dat ho you got goin on dat rod? Sheet I is sho nuff ready ta have some o dat boney butt-bu-uhts powerfu', an ahs means a serious means as da devil powerful, gate, fiiiine white ass y'alls gots a plugged up dere."

Larran interrupted his munching to look up at John in frank bewilderment. He simply gaped aside for a moment. Then he snapped back to John just as perplexed. "What?"

"No problems" John limply replied, looking forlorn on his plate.

Chiana's shuddering body returned to Larran's side. Larran glanced to her saliva covered face, but nearly dropped his vegetable cob at his second look at her body. The caps of both hinge pins were end to end, clearly visible under the almost transparently stretched sex. The shredded lips of the sex held in the second hinge pin, visibly straining to meet around the shaft. Struggling her shuddering body to the edge of the table, she leaned back until the end of the shaft rested on the edge of the table. Straightening, the stresses began tearing the second hinge pin out. Just as it was nearly broken free, she stopped.

Larran gaped for a moment before being knocked senseless from behind by a silver tray. A contemptuous grin of glee was etched on Oshana's face while she handed Chiana the tray. Chiana waved it before Larran, pleased at getting little reaction. She slammed the tray into the hovering sentinel, sending it onto the table in a shower of sparks while she ruthlessly pulled the hinge pin free. Larran snapped to action, reaching for the sentinel command box. The hinge pin slammed down on the command box, smashing it to peices and narrowly missing Larran's hand.

Chiana yelled hoarsely when she pulled the other hinge pin from herself. Yelling again, she slammed it base-up into the seat in Larran's lap. With a gasp, Larran barely pulled back far enough into the seat to avoid being neutered. The heavy metal pin broke though the bottom of the antique chair with a crunch of breaking plastics. Chiana swept everything from the table before Larran, grabbed up an armful of food trays and ran for the door.

"Stop you trelk!" Larran shot to his feet. John kept his vegetable cob to his face but stretched his leg out under the table, stomping on the edge of Larran's fashionable long trench coat. "You will re-grurk!" Larran's shout was cut off by the trech coat caught by John's foot. He tumbled onto his face on the floor. Trying to get up, he became a mass of scurrying limbs on the slick mess of utensils, food and fluids on the floor. He groaned savagely and settled down.

Slowly, he got up, wearing half the dinner. His livid eyes cut to John. John looked drugged. "Ey mass'ah I's a thankin you gots served up da news yous a gonner" he kept blinking and gaping dumbly, halting to drool for a moment.

Larran looked back at the direction his victim and punisher had gone. "She will not have the chance to so much as enjoy a bite of that" he swore, marching out the service door.

"Mass'ah ain' nevah goin' learn sheeit" John snickered into his vegetable cob.

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