Experiment (The Alien's Plaything: Chapter Four)

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The next day, Kalin awoke to the sounds of boots scuffing against the ground of the lab. He glanced over to find several of the Viridians rearranging the lab. One he recognised as Zylara. She was the shortest of the Viridians; but at seven feet tall, the notion of being the shortest of the Viridians didn’t really carry much weight. She had demolished him just as easily as Zara had.

He pondered. Ease might in face be a relative concept here. Each time, he had been in a position where neither Viridian had had an incentive to exercise any restraint; and when the blow so thoroughly surpassed his pain threshold, he simply could not judge the excess.

The Viridians stopped moving the items and turned to look at Kalin. Zylara spoke up. “I think he’s scared of me, Zania.” The others chuckled.

One of the others, likely Zania, approached the transparent wall. She crossed her arms as she looked down at Kalin. “He probably should be. You can reduce him to a quivering heap so easily.” She looked back at Zylara. “What did you say the cause was?”

“Between his legs,” Zylara began, “he has two external orbs that are extremely sensitive to impact or pressure. Zara discovered it because he obviously has them at a confluence point so it’s almost impossible to miss if you’re aiming for them. I assume that humans were genetically engineered to be subservient to some other superior race who put them there as an easy off-switch to put them down in case of rebellion or something. I’m still waiting for the other reports we have on them.”

“That makes sense. Or maybe they’re a subservient group within their own species. We’ve theorised of species with more than just female and nonbinary gender roles. Perhaps they have dimorphism or trimorphism or something beyond that. However many distinct physiological forms there are, perhaps only one group has this weakness to make it easier for the other groups to keep them in line,” Zania mused.

“Perhaps he can tell us,” Zara cut in from the doorway as she strode into the room. “Have you been scaring my toy, ladies?”

“It’s kind of hard not to,” Zylara smiled.

“And he’s terrified at the very sight of Zylara,” Zania added.

“Good. Let’s see what all this anticipation does to his tolerance and pain threshold,” Zara put plainly. “Perhaps we can ask him some more questions about his species while we wait for high command to send through the intelligence they’ve got.” She sat down on a table that was two and a half to three feet off the ground and crossed her legs. She spoke to the other Viridians, but she looked directly at Kalin, “If it all matches up, we can verify his cooperation. Or we can find holes in the research conducted. Either way, we’re going to have a lot of fun getting the information.” She began to bounce her crossed leg gently, her eyes once again dancing their way down his body to the vulnerable area between his legs. She bit her tongue playfully and smiled.

As Kalin felt the wall against his back, catching him off guard. He had once again shrunk away from Zara’s gaze so thoroughly that he’d spooked himself. Zara threw back her head in laughter.

“You’re so predictable,” Zara sang out, “doesn’t that get boring?”

Zania, her arms still crossed, chimed in and she looked down at Kalin, “maybe we can see if we can improve his stamina.” She sneered, “why don’t you stand up for us?”

Afraid of repercussions for perceived antagonism, Kalin stood to his feet. Even with Zania being a good half a foot shorter than Zara, he still felt tiny as Zania towered over him.

Zara locked eyes with Kalin. “Zylara, would you go see where Rizana, Lizara and Zolena are? It would be much better to have an audience for this, don’t you think?” Her eyes never left his. He had never felt so trapped.

Zylara bounded out of the room and the door closed behind her. “So,” Zania began, “what are we doing with the human today?” She tilted her head, gesturing to Kalin with her chin.

“We’ll be asking him a few questions about his species and his physiology. Would you mind subduing him and bringing him here for me?” Zara uncrossed her legs and leaned forward to nod at the ground directly ahead of her.

“Ok,” replied Zania without hesitation. The transparent wall opened.

Kalin, eager not to experience the excruciating force multiplier that was taking a knee to the groin when pinned against the wall, stepped forward towards Zania to plead with her. “No, no, no, please, I’ll cooperat-”

Stepping towards Zania had also been a mistake, and his feeble attempt to keep his legs together and his body angled ultimately achieved little and his legs were knocked apart by the force of Zania’s knee as it sailed upwards and forwards into his balls. He began to double over, but quickly felt Zania’s hands grab his shoulders and reorient him to be side-on. She stepped behind him and faster than he could properly react to shield himself, he felt Zania’s arm reach down over his right shoulder, navigate between his legs, and scoop up some tender elements with a hearty slap that quickly clenched into a fist. He rapidly let his breath go as Zania took control of his movements, marching him over to the table where Zara was sitting. “Oooh, I’ve got a nice handful here,” she whispered in his ear.

The other Viridians returned to the room, all locking eyes with the tall, beautiful aliens as they entered. Once again, his vulnerability was on display for them all to see.

“Please,” he begged, “let go.” He was struggling to speak, but he could still muster it. The knee had likely been a massive exercise in restraint for him to still have been speaking this easily; and the grip, while very painful, seemed also to have been calculated to ensure compliance. That soon changed, for as soon as the words left his lips, the grip tightened.

“I don’t think that’s fair,” Zara scowled, “Zania’s barely had any fun with you.”

“I’m gonna start now, though,” Zania whispered maliciously in his ear. He winced as her grip tightened again. He clutched helplessly at her wrist as he dropped to his knees, unable to handle the pain any longer. With her other hand, Zania grabbed his hair and angled his head up to look at Zara.

“So,” Zara began, “let’s ask some you questions. Are all members of your species cursed with this crippling vulnerability?”

“No,” Kalin gasped, “only about half.”

Zania leaned in again as he finished, “so, I guess that makes this a control mechanism for the other half?”

“What’re they for?” Zara asked, her head tilted inquisitively.

“Reproduction,” Kalin puffed, trying to spit out the word as quickly as possible.

After a silent moment, all six Viridians erupted in laughter. “Awww, am I crushing your bloodline?” Zania quipped in his ear.

“Wait, as in you use them while reproducing? Or they’re some sort of off-switch so the other kind of human can tell you they’re not interested?” Zara mused as Zanya continued to crush him.

“First one!” Kalin wheezed.

“I’m not sure I believe him,” Zania protested, her grip growing ever tighter.

“It is a little bit too funny to be believable, but let’s move on to other questions,” Zara pondered. “Perhaps some easier ones so we can make sure we can recognise his co-operation.” She leaned forward, the closeness between Zara and her toy almost intimate. “Does that hurt?”

“Yes!” he gasped.

The Viridians once again erupted into laughter. Zania’s grip loosened slightly. Kalin gasped with relief as the laughter echoed around him. Zara threw back her head as she gave in to the laughter.

Zara looked back down at Kalin. Even seated, she towered over the kneeling human. “Do you have a name? Like, as an individual?” she asked.

“Uh, Kalin.”

“I see, so, my toy has a name. Kalin. I’ll try to remember that. The other humans, what do they look like?”

“The other humans?” Kalin furrowed his brow.

Zania tightened her grip. “The other humans without this particular vulnerability,” Zania explained.

“I thought it was a simple enough question,” Zara added dismissively.

“They look more like you, but not green,” Kalin wheezed.

“Oh, so, they’re a proper size?” Zara asked.

“No, they’re a little bit smaller than me,” he forced out, “on average.”

“Well, this is getting boring,” Zara sighed, “Zania, do you mind if I have a go?” The grip ended in an instant and Zania’s arms were repurposed to pull Kalin’s arms behind his back. With another swift motion, Zania’s boots pushed his knees apart, spreading his legs for Zara.

“Wait, please, I told you everything you asked. I’d be happy to continue answering questions, please!”

Zara swung her legs back and forth as they dangled off the table. With each swing, her feet got closer and closer to their mark between Kalin’s legs. “Once again, toy… Kalin, where is the enthusiastic discouragement in letting Zania have all the fun?”

The swings soon started landing. The first blows were gentle, but they soon became firmer. As they grew in intensity, he quickly felt the air leaving his lungs again. He tried to struggle free, but Zania was too strong. With each second he grew weaker, and Zara’s strikes grew faster and harder. He looked up at her as she sat on the table, but her focus was much lower than his eyeline. She stared almost manically as his crotch, biting her lip in concentration. “Please stop,” he whimpered.

She wasn’t listening, her full attention was being given to making sure each strike delivered its full momentum to the exact target area, which they all did with frightening precision. As the seconds turned to minutes, Kalin completely lost his ability to vocalise even a whisper. He failed also to get her attention with his eyes either. He was simply forced to watch Zara’s face, lost in focus as though playing a game. As her laser focus continued, Kalin’s eyes filled with tears and he glanced down to watch Zara’s feet swing repeatedly with perfect aim and brutal speed into his balls. The pain drowned out what remained of his reality.

After several minutes, the kicks stopped. He felt the floor against his side, then soon after on his back. He could not move. Only several minutes after that did he start to detect reality beyond that, beginning with a few thuds on the floor around him.

“Zylara’s right. He doesn’t even try anymore.”

Kalin blinked hard, clearing the tears from his eyes. As he opened them, he saw Zania standing over him, her boot raised high over Kalin’s groin. She began to bring it down in a vicious stomp, and Kalin winced again, anticipating the brutal impact. He felt only another thud on the ground as the boot connected with the floor instead.

“Fascinating,” Zara remarked. “I’ve never seen anything cease self-preservation instincts once its pain threshold is exceeded.” She looked down at Kalin lying prostrate on the floor from her table. “Ok, are you ok down there?”

Kalin tried to muster a ‘no’ but managed instead a formless, voiceless wheeze.

A corner of Zara’s black lips curled into a smile. “The ladies loved your performance today. They can’t wait to join in next time.” Zara paused, studying Kalin’s reaction or lack thereof. “Have you learned your lesson about escaping?”

Kalin managed a weak nod.

“Well, when you’re ready, you can get back to your cell.” Her tone had changed somehow. Kalin couldn’t put his finger on it, but it seemed somehow… kinder?

Of course, this didn’t stop her from laughing at his pain again when he crawled back into the cell a few minutes later, but it still had felt different, somehow more caring.