Under a Starless Sky

Chapter 65

The hairless one kissed her companion’s forehead and departed. The door opened for her and shut,

double French hidden doors that slid open and shut. They opened just enough to allow her egress, but

when fully opened, the opening was a circle. Shen saw it for what it was- a portal, hidden in the wall.

The hairy one tapped the wall with a glass.

“Attentive little fellow, aren’t you,” the hairy one said. With tweezers she opened an exchange lock,

picked up a specimen cup, placed this inside the lock, closed the lock. A push of a button caused the

inner door of the exchange lock to spring open. “Take your clothes off. Put it in the bin here.”

Shen looked at her, as directly as one could a giant without getting hung up on her lips that had more

than a hint of a mustache. Hair or not, they were solid, puffy, stretched hearts shape, deep red, hyper

feminine lips- the cliché pouty, sex doll lips.

“No,” Shen said.

From the other side of the container Arne and Jerica were telling her to let Shen alone. She tapped the

glass and their voices were muted. She rested her head and arms on the table, maintaining eye

contact.

“There are lots of ways for me to get what I want,” she said. “Negative and positive punishment. I could

just sleep you, then man handle you. You wouldn’t learn respect that way, so I prefer not to sleep you. I

could torture or kill your friends. Might still do that, but first I must have a better understanding of your

relationship with them. I would hate to kill your masters only to find out I did you a favor. I am bigger,

stronger, smarter. In the end, I will win. Accept that. Give me what I want.”

“You have everything; you don’t need me,” Shen said.

She seemed to consider that. “Speculation. Assumption. Fairly reasonable assessment. Minimum

effective population size to maximize human diversity is approximately 10,000 people, with caveats. My

present sample size is five hundred thousand. That is sufficient to wipe out all life on the surface and

start over from scratch, and still arrive at a future population of about twenty billion, including 7 basic

human racial types, 20 tangential races, and unlimited hybridization potential. You are sufficiently

compatible with the human niches on the surface that you can breed and introduce a new line, but

sufficiently divergence that I can identify you as not from here. It could take me a life time to sort out

your particular adaptive advantage. Ideally, I would like to have a female one of you to keep the line

relatively pure. I have potential mates that should be neutral enough to carry the predominance of your

genes forwards without too much loss of information. Now. Take off your clothes.”

“No,” Shen said.

“Interesting,” she said. “I am being very straight forward with you. That doesn’t alleviate your

concerns?”

“Part of the problem is the theoretical delusion that science is curative- that enough knowledge, enough

information, the right kind of facts will bring about the resolutions of life’s doubts, the resolution of all

distress,” Shen quoted. “You have given me nothing.”

She smiled. “Intelligence. Nice.”

“Pseudo intelligence. I read a book. I quoted Carl Whitaker,” Shen said.

“Academic,” she said. “Impressive. Take your clothes off.”

“No,” Shen said.

“Very well,” she said. “We’ll do it the hard way.”

The giantess stood up. She went to the door. It opened for her, but she shut it with a wave of her hand.

She touched a pad beside the door, and the circular arch illuminated, and when the door opened for

her, the space was illuminated with a moon-glow on water sheen. She walked in and disappeared.

Arne and crew, who were now in the lower level saw her arrive by portal in the room below Shen, which

was locked to them. Shen did not see her arrive in the room below him, but he inferred as much when

she came up the stairs. She was still a giantess, only, instead of 36 feet tall, she was 12 feet tall. She

was also naked, blue from head to toe, her hair fiery red, her eyes aglow with a fierce orange light, as if

stoked by burning coals on the other side; she had four arms. One of her hands hovering over the pad

unlocked the door and she entered the compartment with Shen.

“Take off your clothes,” she said. Her voice was different, same- but filtered, modulated, like many

voices starting separate but ending as one.

“No,” Shen said.

There was no fighting her. Her skill was superior, her strength was superior. Fuck, even Gung Way

skills were no match for someone who had twice as many hands and could employ double joint locks,

and still have hands free to box you or manipulate you. At one point she held him with double wrist joint

lock, and used upper hands to caress his face, his hair, and even prodded open his mouth to examine

his teeth. He kicked at her. One punch took him to the far wall. He was slightly dazed, but had enough

wits about him to withdraw to the corner. He was semi aware of his friends in the room next to him,

wanting to help but unable. Their movement in his peripheral vision was surreal, maybe because he

was hurting, maybe because of the light’s refraction through the glass wall. He blocked a kick with

knees, but in doing so gave her a leg to grab. Her foot grabbed him, and picked him up as easy as if

her feet were hands. He was dragged out of corner, man handled to the medical bed. She held him by

the neck with one hand, pushed his back into the bed with another, and her foot pinned one leg. She

stood on one foot, her left knee up revealing hairy leg and inner thigh and a giant hairy mound that

might have led to a vagina, but seemed to be as slick as a tight, wet-suit. Her other two hands were

free to shackle and lock his wrists to the bed. Her tits in his face, he bit onto one. She held his face with

four hands and opened his mouth, saying ‘release.’ Biting her did no damage. She patted his face and

then shackled his ankles.

Mission accomplished, she sighed. “Fuck that’s arousing. I haven’t had a fighter in a long time,” she

said. “Do you have a name, little man?” Her hand touched him inappropriately. “Little big man.”

Shen didn’t answer.

“You may call me Kali,” she said, opening up a drawer and removing a scalpel. She began cutting at

his clothes and found it resistant. “Fuck, this is good material. Where did you get it?”

“Fuck you,” Shen said.

Kali patted his face, licked him with a fiery red tongue, and then kissed him, shoving it in to his mouth,

filling it broadly and deeply. He couldn’t gag or breathe, and her eyes was watching him. He struggled

as much as he could under the restraints and weight of her. There was no resisting her pressure and

grip. She held him thus, her tongue plunging and pulsing until he surrendered- not necessarily to her,

but impending death from asphyxiation. It was surrender or pass out; he teetered on being

unconscious, his ability to resist even that waning. His mind grew quiet; he heard the distant voice of

Loxy saying she’s got him, be at peace. Satisfied with his surrender, Kali came off of him, but her

tongue lingered, and then came out in slow measure.

“I love a good tongue fucking,” Kali said. “Ask me again. Next time I tickle your stomach.”

Shen focused on regaining his breath. He wanted to die and chase the inner voice of Loxy back to

home. Kali focused on the clothes and the scan that gave her obscure data that baffled her. She

studied the image, scratching her head. “Molecular weaving hints at a 3d printer. Do you have access

to tech, or have the Gods favored you? Yeah, yeah, I know, fuck you. You really like sex, don’t you? CI,

turn his clothes directly into energy.”

“Warning. Material refraction index will require a greater energy sweep which would likely result in

injury or death to the subject,” CI said. “Recommendation, laser dissection and vacuum extraction.”

“We caught him up with a beam, we can’t remove his clothing?” Kali complained.

“The level of precision you’re asking for at this time puts the subject at risk,” CI said.

“Fine, do it your way,” Kali said.

An arm descended from the ceiling.

Mechanical arms dropped from the ceiling. He was reminded of the scene from Logan’s Run, where

the Doctor and Farah Faucet was to give Logan a new face. They pinched up Shen’s uniform, and

using a laser cut the first hole, and slowly began to take his Uniform from him. The auto TL was

calming him. She would be alright and she would find a way back to him.

“Well, this could take a moment,” Kali said, getting a drink. “I was going to let you keep your clothes,

but, I can’t cut it cleanly without potentially damaging you,” Kali said. She looked at him. “Not that you

would seem to mind. You like pain, little big man?” She helped the arms by rolling him so that the

vacuum could pull the clothes completely away. She seemed satisfied. “Thank you, CI,” Kali said. She

grabbed the vacuum arm and pulled it down his chest, over his belly towards his penis, teasing him.

“Little big man wants to play with CI,” Kali said. “Behave, and next time I will let you knock one out into

the cup.” She withdrew a syringe. His eyes became fierce, which amused her. “You chose the hard

way.” She lifted testicles, playfully massaging, feeling for internal structures, all the while maintaining

eye contact. “I would remain very still, if I were you.” She inserted the needle and withdrew a sample.

She didn’t care that her subject screamed. In addition to the sperm sample, she took a separate

syringe with a sturdier looking needle and jammed it hard into his leg, straight into bone, and sucked

out marrow.

She took the samples and ejected them into a vacutainer. She put the used syringes on a plate that

took it away in a blaze of light. She put the vacutainers into a holder and it illuminated. She took the

bone marrow one and handed it to the mechanical arm. “Crystal storage please. On my desk.” The arm

took the sample away, while she sorted the gametes. Virtual display provided her an overload of

information which Shen wouldn’t have been able to read from where he was, even if he was looking.

He was sorting pain. Breathing.

“Great sample. Lots of healthy swimmers,” Kali said. “This will do for now.”

Kali snapped her fingers and his restraints released. He rolled onto his side and curled into a ball. She

provided him a gown. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Put this on when you recover. I am going to keep you isolated for a while,” Kali said. “Though I could

populate a whole world with this one sample, I don’t want your friends killing you to help you escape.”

She stroked his hair. “You’ll find food down stairs.” She slapped him hard enough his head rebounded,

a hand print was left. “I will always get what I want.”