Interlude Three

I lowered my head onto the man’s erect penis. As I opened my mouth and let my tongue dance on his glittering gland, the smell of old piss accosted me. I ignored it, bits and bytes wouldn’t hurt me, but the 50 bucks extra would do me plenty of good. Then he grabbed my head, slamming it into him, pushing his penis deep into my throat in one fast and sudden move. I mimed gagging on it, like a normal human would, while making sure he felt the vibrations my throat was making. Suddenly, the other man slammed his dick, as unwashed and bare as the one in my mouth, into my pussy. The feeling of a hundred pounds extra would have made me smile, had my mouth not been pressed up against a bush of hair. I worked my tissue, and soon the second man’s dick began to swim in my juices. “Yeah, bitch, you like that,” he said in a tone that must have sounded manly in his head but nowhere else. Two minutes in, they came, shortly after each other, shooting their sperm into my throat and vagina. Surprised by their low standing power, I struggled to play up my enjoyment. They were gone 5 minutes later, with a couple hundred bucks less in their pockets, leaving me with the deep satisfaction of not being human. How those idiots could think a normal woman could not only withstand that kind of abuse but also enjoy it, I will never understand. But I don’t need to. I need to know how to play them for those tax-free extras…and that little bit of life force I skimmed off of them. I left the real people alone in that regard, but NPCs were fair game. Got 10 years of each of those two stooges, as they had been first-timers. Can’t keep that up with regulars, or they’d drop dead in my arms. As always, I’d split it evenly with my wife when I got home. After conversion, it’d be three years of lifespan for us and a good chunk of XP for each. At this rate, we’d live forever, even if we had more concubines to keep young with us. And none would be the wiser. No monster hunt would target us. Life was good!

I woke up from the dream with a jolt, losing control over my full bladder for a short moment. It was 5:03 again. Livia lay next to me undisturbed, not even muttering in her sleep, even though I had just put a couple of drops onto her leg she had pushed between mine.

Muttering curses under my breath, I extricated myself, then tried to wipe her dry and pick up as much of the liquid from the bedding with yesterday’s T-shirt as I could. She still didn’t stir. Halfway satisfied but more hurting from what hadn’t yet come out, I went to the bathroom.

In passing, I noticed the RDSF was contradicting the pain from my bladder. Then, the relief of emptying hit me. Now, it was thinking time again, but I was so not in the mood for it. But ignoring the chance to think freely would be stupid, and I may pretend to be a stupid chick from a bad neighbourhood, but I wasn’t under the delusion of actually being stupid. Not as stupid as Celina, a girl from school, who had gotten herself pregnant because she thought the pill had to be inserted down there. That brain-dead excuse for a human had really thought people would believe that story.

I could no longer stall, so I thought about the dream. I rarely dreamt, and most of them were vague when I woke up. This one, I remembered as if it had happened, with every detail. I checked, but it didn’t have any memory-implant smell to it. I took that as confirmation that something was going on deeper than that.

There were too many details in there to be a figment of my imagination. I pondered the possibility that it was from another person for a moment, as my body hadn’t felt quite right in it, but I discarded that thought. The thoughts about the world at large weren’t consistent with the current one, it felt more like something to come.

So, was it a warning or a suggestion? I could take it as the former and work under the assumption that I was in danger of being hunted as a monster. But then, if it was a suggestion, it was one about how to avoid being hunted as a monster. Same thing, really.

Then it came down to whether we should join the hunters as we had planned or go undercover, pretending to be humans. Chicken or T-Rex? No real choice there.

Next point on the agenda of my session on the porcelain throne. Livia acting all submissive and masochistic while I was enjoying hurting her. That was odd. Why did it make me vomit? Doing that stuff in bed with her had been a fantasy I had masturbated over regularly. Sitting here now, it made me want to do it more, not be nauseated about it. At least if I could be 110% sure she really wanted it, and it was not something that was forced upon her by the system.

But who was I kidding? Of course, that had been forced upon her. I knew her well enough to know she was not the tiniest bit into pain. Even scraping my teeth over her nipples was too much for her. There was no way in hell she’d enjoy a pain hold that would have made me pass out halfway through.

Theories about the why? No good ones. Whoever had made that happen was a pervert and got off on it. Nope. If someone had that power at his disposal for their personal enjoyment, I didn’t want to live anymore. That would just crush all hope of being my own self ever again.

Or maybe they wanted us to become used to being in pain? Something needed for the future, for the fighting? That could be. Then Livia’s reaction could have been an overreaction and they made me nauseous to stop us going off the rails. Don’t attribute to malice what can be explained by incompetence? I could live with that reason, no problem.

Had anything else been off yesterday? Gamma and Alessandra falling in love was pretty obvious. I’d eat my pee-soaked tee if Alessandra wouldn’t join us as the group healer. They could have nailed a sign to her, and it couldn’t have been more obvious. Mmmh. I should ask Gamma about what she could do. She hadn’t said anything about not being a normal, helpless, easily breakable human, yet. What would be her role? Crowd control? Rogue?

Dreading the day to come, I went back to bed. Livia hadn’t moved while I had been away, which was another hint about these nightly sessions.