New Variables and New Stimuli (The Alien's Plaything: Chapter Six)

Content Warning: This chapter contains explicit violence, non-consensual actions, sexual content, exploration of power dynamics, and graphic descriptions of pain and torture. Reader discretion is advised.

Zara entered the lab with purpose. As Kalin stirred, he glanced over at her entering data into the workstation with unflinching focus. Her clothing seemed more casual than she had been wearing recently. The black mini dress was gone, replaced by black shorts and a tank top in a deep, dark green. Kalin mused about whether this moon’s climate might be warmer than the climates typically preferred by Viridians given their preferences for such minimalistic clothing. He had seen jackets in the facility, but he’d never seen them worn.
When she finished, she noticed Kalin had been watching her. Without turning to face him, she remarked, “We’ve got a new variable we want to include today.”
Kalin flinched. “Will this ever end, Zara?”
“Not as long as it’s entertaining,” she stated matter-of-factly. The sadistic nature of her words had not even required effort, her focus was primarily still on her workstation. She dangled her feet absent-mindedly and Kalin tried not to be intimidated. A detail felt different, though. She was wearing combat boots again.
“Oh, you’re wearing the boots again?” Kalin inquired.
Zara looked down. “I suppose I am. You noticed?”
“I noticed you weren’t last time and the time before. I didn’t really know why.”
Zara turned to him, her face less stern than it had often been. There was a hint of a smile there, a less sadistic one than he’d become accustomed to. “Yeah, there were a few factors to that. The first reason was that I was a little worried about breaking you when I punished you for escaping. I thought taking the boots off might increase your chances of survival.”
“But you didn’t wear them when you asked me the questions yesterday,” Kalin queried.
“Yeah, but I was planning on doing the same thing yesterday.”
“What?” Kalin jumped.
“Yeah, I was going to do the leg-swinging thing again. Putting you into that state of pretty much pure agony was a lot of fun, but I decided to hold off until you try to escape again,” she explained.
“It was fun?” Kalin knew already, but there was something so deeply unexpected to a human about hearing anybody refer so freely to something like that as fun that triggered the question almost as a knee-jerk response.
“I’d say it was more than fun, toy,” she remarked, catching herself staring down between his legs and reorienting her focus to his face, “uh… Kalin. There’s something about it that reaffirms something deep in our culture, probably deep in our psyche. Inflicting such massive pain on you so easily makes me feel… more Viridian.”
She stood up and approached the transparent wall of his cell, her massive stature once again forcing him to tilt his neck back to maintain his eye contact. “More Viridian?”
“All of us seem to have this response to hurting your vulnerability orbs. Wait, what did you call them? Witnesses or something?”
“You mean my balls?”
“Right. Those. Anyway, for that reason, this probably will not end unless a lot of human males volunteer to take your place.”
Kalin’s heart sank. He tried to lift his gaze to meet Zara’s again, but the door opened at the other Viridians arrived. In their parade of skirts and shorts and singlets and t-shirts, Zara blended in with them a little more than usual, standing out mostly through her height.
The transparent wall opened. While Zara remained in her seat, the other Viridians swarmed into his containment cell. Two of the Viridians grabbed Kalin’s arms and legs. One of the others, Zania if he remembered, leaned down to look Kalin in the eye, her large green face filling up his field of view. “You should go over there and ask Zara to kick you in the balls,” she stated.
“What?” Kalin barked, “no!” Kalin struggled, but it was pointless.
“Suit yourself,” Zania chuckled wryly as she stepped back and lined up a kick. “Hold still.”
Zania swung her leg forward, connecting somewhere around her ankle with Kalin’s balls. Kalin slumped forward helplessly, his arms and legs completely restrained by the other Viridians. He felt the pain radiating out throughout his body, robbing him of his strength.
“Good,” Zania said, eyeing him up and down. “I was hoping you’d say no.” She moved in closer, grabbing a fistful of Kalin’s hair and angling his head up to look her in the eye again. “Now, once again, go over to Zara. Tell her you want her to kick you in the sweet-spot.”
“Please!” Kalin whispered hoarsely.
“Please what?” Zania responded.
“Please no.”
Zania clapped her hands. “Excellent!” She lined up another kick. “You cannot imagine the rush I feel doing this.” She lined up another shot, connecting the top of her combat boot with Kalin’s groin. He felt the wave of pain shoot out again through his whole body.
“Now,” Zania said, rubbing her hands together eagerly, “go over there and ask Zara, beg her, to kick you.”
Kalin looked up at Zania, a pleading look on his face. He saw the expectant look on her face. He knew that another kick was coming from her if he didn’t agree. He nodded weakly.
“Ok, you can let him go,” she commanded, and he felt the Viridians restraining him let go. He dropped to the ground, clutching himself. He tried to start crawling towards Zara. “Go on! She doesn’t have all day!”
As he neared Zara, he stood up. He could feel Zania looming behind him. “Please,” he whispered, “if you would like to kick me-”
“Can you try to be a little more persuasive?” Zania barked at him from behind.
Zara regarded him with disinterest.
“Please, Zara,” he moaned, “please kick me in the balls.”
Zara turned her chair to face him. “Are you sure?”
Kalin could feel the eyes of the other Viridians on him, but especially Zania.
“Yes,” Kalin whimpered.
“Well, ok then,” Zara conceded mockingly as she stood up to her full height before him. “Move your hands and spread your legs.”
Kalin began to move, but before Zara could do anything, he felt another wave of pain as Zania’s boot connected between his legs from behind. He collapsed to the ground and clutched himself.
“Kalin, I thought you wanted this,” Zara mocked. “Why did you ask if you’re just going to waste my time?”
Kalin looked up at her, again attempting a pleading look but saw only disappointment on his face.
“It appears pain is not enough of a motivator to keep him from wasting my time. I think he might have lost his clothing privileges,” she smirked.
The other Viridians descended on Kalin, and within a few seconds, Kalin found himself naked on the floor of the laboratory. He had never felt so exposed as the six Viridians all loomed over him.
Zara began to slip her combat boots off as Kalin began to struggle to his feet. “I never did tell you my second reason for not wearing my boots during the last two experiments, did I?”
Kalin’s eyes widened in terror, this could not be going anywhere good.
“Zylara was mentioning the other day that she had felt the vulnerability orbs while she was slapping you, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d be able to feel them when I kicked you. Hundreds of kicks and I don’t think I felt them. Today, however, might actually feel them.” She turned her attention to the other Viridians. “Ok, give me some space. I don’t want him thinking Zania’s going to kick him again.” He heard the shuffling sounds of the other Viridians moving away and Zara’s gaze returned to him. She lowered her eyeline. “Ok, so, you wanted me to kick you between the legs?”
Terrified, Kalin gulped. He mustered a weak “mmhmm” as he spread his legs and moved his hands away from his groin. This had been the first time Zara had gotten a proper look at what was between his legs and she seemed intrigued.
“Let’s see if I can feel them while I’m fulfilling your request, then,” she swung her leg back dramatically, almost performatively, and brought it forward, connecting the top of her foot perfectly with both of Kalin’s testicles at once. The blunt force immediately incapacitated Kalin, with his subsequent drop to the ground barely being guided by any conscious input. As soon as he was on the ground, he spent what remained on his willpower to curl up, clutching his battered gonads as he struggled to breathe in long, ragged gasps.
He felt a few thuds as Zania dropped to her knees beside him. She leaned in really close to his ears and whispered in Kalin’s ear with a gentleness that almost felt like a paradox to be associating with Zania, “she gave you what you asked for, you should thank her now.”
Kalin whimpered as he lay in a naked heap on the floor. He felt Zania begin to roll him onto his back, her hands gently slipping between his knees to separate his legs to administer the punishment for his noncompliance. Before the punishment could come, he barked out a hoarse “thank you, Zara” that felt just as much a yelp as it did a statement. He heard a brief sigh of dissatisfaction from Zania.
“You’re welcome, Kalin,” she purred. “Zania, would you mind getting him up on his knees for me?”
Kalin’s eyes widened again. Were there to be more kicks? The scene they had constructed didn’t seem to revolve around Zara expressing an interest in the violence and Zania forcing him to ask for it. But nothing about the experiment had been truly predictable to Kalin beyond the abundance of pain.
Kalin soon found himself on his knees, his legs spread and his arms pulled behind his back. Zara descended from her towering stature to kneel before him, only looming a foot or so over him. She leaned forwards, reaching out and grabbing a firm fistful of his naked vulnerability. He yelped and Zania released him, moving back to stand with the other Viridians watching intently. Kalin slumped over, clutching helplessly at Zara’s wrist.
“Now, you mentioned the process of producing the fertiliser was quite private, but I would like to see it,” she looked him directly in the eye, “and if you don’t, I will crush them.”
Kalin looked up at her in terror.
“Don’t you want to give it to me? Doesn’t your body want to produce this fertiliser for me?”
“I-“
“What do you need? Physiologically, I mean.”
“I need to become aroused and some lubricant,” he whimpered sheepishly.
“The lubricant we can get you, but am I not enough visually?” Her grip tightened slightly. “What’s the word you would use for the visual appeal of the human gender you like?”
“Beautiful?”
“Am I not beautiful enough for you, Kalin?” The words hung in the air, their dual purpose as inquiry and threat from the entity with a hand wrapped delicately yet firmly around his most vulnerable body part could not be ignored.
“Yes, Zara,” Kalin begged hastily. More genuinely, however, he added, “Zara, you are one of the most beautiful entities I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Zara was almost caught off-guard. Kalin felt her grip loosen, even if only by a fraction of a percent.
Zylara approached with a bottle of a viscous clear liquid. “Where does this go?”
Kalin held out his hand sheepishly and he felt the clear goo ooze onto his hand. “Thank you.” He returned his gaze to Zara. She had a smile on her face that seemed different to the sadistic smile, almost as though he had managed to please her, however mildly, through his words.
“Your act of worship is accepted,” she purred. “As your next, please produce the fertiliser for me.”
Kalin felt himself almost carried off into a dream as he gazed upon her smile. The arousal began. He spread the lubricant across the head of his penis and began to rub up and down the shaft. He looked down to check the spread of the lubricant, and struggled to ignore the large green hand gripping his testicles. He looked up at Zara’s smile, and the ignorance came far more easily.
After a minute, Kalin was close to orgasm, and he realised in a moment of terror that he might experience a negative reaction if he delivers the substance the wrong way. Not having the time or focus to address the issue, he exploded onto her forearm, a second pump landing on her quickly retreating arm. Kalin saw as Zara experienced the horror and disgust of this novel stimulus splashing onto her arm and hand. As he collapsed onto his side, a third, weaker pump dripped helplessly onto the floor. Kalin could only await whatever reprisal was coming.
“What the fuck is this?” She wheezed.
Silence.
“I think that’s the fertiliser,” Zylara chimed in eventually.
“So, that’s the substance they produce for the other humans?”
“Yeah, it must be.”
“Get me some of the sample containers. I need this off me.”
“I’m sorry,” Kalin wheezed.
“You gave me the fertiliser I wanted,” Zara stated coolly, “I didn’t know what to expect with regards to the delivery.” The Viridians captured all of the substance from both Zara’s arm and the floor in various containers and began to leave. “I’m going for a decontamination shower. We’ll get your clothes back to you when they’re clean.” With that, they all left, leaving Kalin not in his cell but on the floor of the laboratory like the spill he had made.