Experiment Gone Wrong

Chapter 9: Skin and Scales

Anne POV
I wake up as I always do, clutched to Kesstars chest. He must have come in when I was asleep. Looking down, I find the dress I had been wearing gone, nowhere in sight. That was short lived. As I move I feel him begin to stir. I don't get up, I don't move, I simply hold still as he sits up, once more towering over me.
"Good morning little one." His morning voice gravely and low.
"Good morning... How, how did you sleep?" I slowly inch away from his chest, attempting to put a bit of distance between us.
He reaches down, pulling me back into him. "Wonderfully, and you?" Kesstar buries his face in my hair, taking a deep breath.
"Well." I say with a yawn, stretching out despite sore limbs.
"Good." His fingers play with the collar at my neck. "You're very cute when you're half awake, you know."
"Th, thank you..." I stutter as he smooths out a piece of my unruly hair.
"Would you like to eat outside this morning?"
"Yes!" I nod excitedly. After being kept in a cave, locked away from the sun. Now he's taken me outside everyday to see the sun and feel the air. Oh my god... I am a pet.
"I thought you would." Kesstar chuckles while getting up. "You stay here while I get your breakfast."
He returns with a similar tray to yesterday but this time it includes a bottle. Great... more questions. He plucks me off the covers, bringing us outside into the morning. The sun is barely above the horizon, the sky still a pale blue. Bird songs are just beginning again. Carefully Kesstar sets me down, placing the tray on my lap.
"I'll return in a moment. Please, help yourself to the food." He uncorks the bottle before leaving again, pouring me a glass.
I stare at the cup, eating some of the fruit slowly as I eye it. My appetite is mostly gone. He returns holding a bundle of items wrapped in cloth and hidden from my view.
"What's that?" I can't help but ask.
"You'll see after you're done eating."
I look down at my half eaten orange. "I'm done."
His eyes narrow. "Are you certain?"
"Mhm." I nod slowly, carefully setting the tray to the side.
He retrieves the chalice from the tray, swirling it in his hand. "Very well." He settles himself beside me before pulling me onto his lap and taking up the whole chair.
And just as I guessed it would, the cup presses against my lips. He's turning me into an alcoholic.
"Can't I just ha" I'm cut short as he pours the liquid into my mouth forcing me to drink it.
I swallow, coughing and spluttering as soon as I do. He has an intent look on his face, he's not in the mood for me to resist. He presses the cup to my lips again as soon as my coughing fit is over and I begrudgingly take another drink.
"What do you want to know Kesstar?" I sigh, letting him know his tricks won't fool me.
"You're too clever for your own good, you know that?" He genuinely sounds remorseful about that which scares me. "I need to know what these are, and how they work." The fabric unrolls and I stare in shock at a collection of phones and tablets and a security tag.
I reach out with shaking fingers. "How... how did you get these?" I grab one of the phones in my hand, the screen lightly cracked.
"None of your concern. I just want you to show me how they work."
I nod slowly. "If I do... will you tell me what you're planning?"
My chain is pulled taut, the collar tightening on my neck cutting off the air supply. I try to get my fingers between it and the skin but my hands are snatched away, held by a hand that could shatter bone.
"You are in no position to bargain, little one, it's best you remember that." He hisses, his fangs bared as he glares down at me, his eyes blazing. "No show me." My head falls forward as he releases, my airway free again.
I take a few deep breaths, trying not to show my fear but I know he can hear my heartbeat. I shakily grab the phone, holding it so he can see. It's the normal work issue phone they gave us. I had the same one in blue. I turn it on using the button on the side, the screen lighting up with only a little damage to the corner display.
"That's how you turn it on." I say softly. "They usually have a lock on the screen but..." it opens right up, my heart dropping when I see no bars. Calling for help is out of the question, not that it would do anything anyway. "Whoever this was didn't follow protocol." I hold it out to him. "You use your finger to swipe and open things, like this." I find the emails app, clicking it open. Somehow it loads, revealing the email of someone I don't recognize. The name in the first file catches my attention. Anne Smith. My name.
He snatches the phone from my hand before I can read the contents of it.
"Hey! Give it back!" I reach for it and he easily pushes me away. I try again to speak but I choke as wine is poured down my throat. Gulping I struggle to breath as he pours the remaining contents into my stomach.
"Explain the other other things, I will not ask again."
"Ok, ok I will." I cough, wiping my mouth. "Please just let me catch my breath."
He nods and I watch as he sets the phone far out of my reach.
I explain the other tech to him but he won't allow me to go further than opening them past the Home Screen. When it comes to the security tag, I begin to really feel sick. I turn the small piece of plastic over in my hands, speckles of blood dotting one side. It's a code silver security card, the second highest level at the compound. Very few people had this clearance and any that did, you'd have to rip from their cold, dead, hands. I know part of how he got these, I'd have to be an idiot not to. I just wonder exactly what it means.
"Well, what is it?"
"It's a security tag, they use it to get all around the building, I had one once but not as high of a level as this."
"What does that mean?"
"It means whoever had this card had direct access to the board. And most of the high security areas in the compound." I hand it back to him. "Is that all you wanted to know?"
"For now, yes." He wraps the items back up, putting them far out of my reach. "You've been helpful, but your disobedience concerns me." His fangs scrape across my neck making me jolt. "I don't need to put you back in your place do I?" He grinds me against his lap, reminding me of his favorite pastime.
"N..no, I'm, I'm sorry." I stutter, forcing myself not react as his hands wander across my skin, stirring my hormones uncomfortably.
"Mmm I don't think you are." He sighs, his tail wrapping around my leg. He slowly pulls me down to the floor, forcing me to lay my head on his lap, his enormous dicks tower in front of my face. I gulp. He smacks one against my cheek, dragging its head across my lips. "I don't appreciate you talking back. You know that's not how a good girl behaves." One of his hands buries itself in my hair, pulling my head up. A whimper spills from my lips. "And you've been such a good girl so far I'm disappointed." He shoves his thumb into my mouth, his claw cutting my lip as he does. I taste my own blood on my tongue. "You need to remember who you belong to."
Kesstar forces my mouth open, pushing my head down on his member, the salty tang not something I've missed. I choke as it hits the back of my throat. He's holding back nothing as he throat fucks me. Tears trail down my face as I struggle to breath, black spots appearing in my vision. He finally lifts my head free. I gasp, clutching my throat, drool dribbling down my chin. There's no time as he shoves the second one inside. I try to push back with my tongue. The only thing succeed in is making him moan. Using my hair he forces me up and down. Whiplash is frequent as he forces me back and forth between the two before he manages to shove both into my mouth at once. My cheeks stretch uncomfortably before my throat is forced to do the same. I scratch and claw at his scales, trying to get free so I can breathe.
Kesstar chuckles at my struggles, stroking a finger down my cheek. He forces himself even further and my vision gets completely foggy, the edges black. My struggles get less and less but then I'm drowning. I choke and cough, rolling over, white sticky cum clogging my throat. Painfully I clear my throat and lungs, struggling to regain my bearings.
His hand returns to my hair, grasping it tightly. My head is lifted from his lap, the strength to hold it up on my own gone. Kesstar stares down at me. He wears a sickening smile, pleased with what I've been reduced to. He uses the edge of a rag to wipe my mouth clean of his seed.
"I hope you think of this next time you consider talking back or questioning my motives." He says in a low, sultry voice, stroking his fingers across my bare body.
I don't know how I could forget. I attempt to sit up but his tail wraps around me, lifting me into his arms. I slump against his chest, my throat too tired and swore to speak.
Now I know any answers I seek I'll have to find on my own. And god fucking help me if I get caught.

Later on he brings me to his study with him, setting me on a chair with a book to busy myself with. I peer over the pages watching him curiously while he works. I can't make out much, most likely by design. He makes continuous notes, constantly staring across the room at the many maps that hang on the wall. There's strange measuring devices involved at one point. I don't dare approach and try to take a peek. After what happened earlier, I'm not risking anything even vaguely risky. At one point a guard enters, handing him what appears to be a letter with a wax seal. He glances at me out of the corner of his eye. I can't look back at my page fast enough.
I stare at the words for a while, not really reading them. I listen as he reads, hearing his few scoffs and sighs. I can't tell if it's good or bad. He quickly writes one of his own, sending it back with the guard.
"How is your book little one?"
"Good!" I reply too fast. His look turns skeptical. I look back down at the page.
"What's it about?" He asks slyly.
I gulp. I don't know, I've lost track. I glance back down seeing drawings of native plants with references to their purposes and history of use. "Plants... I think."
"You think, you're over halfway through it." He slowly gets up.
I shrink in on myself. "I guess I just... zoned out." I scramble to try and explain.
"Mmm." That's it, that's his reply. "Why is your heart racing so fast?"
He knows exactly why. His claws close over my pages, slowly pulling the book from my hands. "I... I..." I stutter.
"Have you been studying me?" His smirk shows off the sharp fangs hidden typically beneath his lips. "You have the same look on your face," Hot breath tickles my ear as he nuzzles the side of my face with his own. "You're just missing your notepad."
I gulp. "I... I was just watching..."
"Mhm." He nips at my ear making me whine and shy away only to run into his arm.
"I didn't mean to, please don't hurt me, I'm sorry." I say softly, feeling him closing in.
"I'm not going to, I'm just curiousss."
Kesstars hiss makes me shiver. "A..about what?"
"What you've learned from watching me, and I want you to be honest." His tail begins to wrap around me like a boa constrictor. First my ankles, then up to my knees, inching upward.
"You're, you're working on something." My voice wavers. "Something that seems really important to you..." He cocks his head to the side, waiting for me to continue. "I think that's why you keep leaving me alone even though you...well, you really don't like to."
His tail is at my waist now, my legs fully locked in place. I'm beginning to doubt him not hurting me. It begins to rise up my stomach, hugging me tightly.
"What else, I know how smart you are." He taps my nose, careful not to stab me with his claw.
"The things you showed me this morning..." I hesitate.
"Go on." He coaxes, his tail slowly locking my arms at my sides.
I begin to shake. Terror and claustrophobia taking over. Animalistic panic at knowing that this situation is deadly under every known circumstance. "I... I..."
"It's alright, tell me." He looks deep into my eyes. I recall the jungle book and wonder in horror if by some cosmic joke that's something these monsters can do. His tail is beneath my chest now, my arms mostly engulfed by green and gold.
"I can only think of one way, that... you could have possibly... got them."
"And how's that?"
"They sent a team out to look for you. I have a feeling... they didn't make it." I feel his tail curl around my shoulders, a final loose loop circling around my neck.
I'm fully engulfed in his scales. Immobilized by its strength and weight. I fully understand the fact that at any given moment, they could fully enclose and I'd be nothing more than a pulp. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. Frantic, in a complete panic.
Kesstar places a gentle hand in my hair beginning to gently massage. The contrast is surprising. "Why would you say that?"
My heart rate begins to calm down even though it shouldn't. I can feel the bite mark on my neck begin to radiate heat, my shaking easing. "Because I... I've seen what you're capable of."
"And what's the final conclusion you've drawn?"
"I... I haven't drawn one, not... not yet."
"You have to have some theories..."
"Nothing... concrete." This conversation is eerily close to those I had with the board. They always demanded to know what I did when in reality I knew very little. Every push making you panic. The panic making it seem like you're hiding something.
"Would you tell me if you did?" He asks, his voice a quiet rumble.
"I would... I... I will." His coils loosen a bit at my reply, making it easier to breath. I didn't even realize how much I was struggling to, it's terrifying.
"Good. I expect nothing less of you." His lips press against my forehead. "Now go back to reading your book, and I mean actually reading it." Kesstars coils recede, leaving me cold and shaken as I collapse back into the chair. He drops the book back onto my lap, moving back to his desk to busy himself once more.
I finish the book by the time he retrieves me. So focused on not letting my eyes stray from the page I jump when his fingers touch my skin, my book goes flying.
"Just me little one." He laughs softly, picking me up bridal style.
That's the problem though. It is him. His claws, gentle for now play softly at my skin. His fangs flash when he smiles. The snake like pupils eyeing me like a prey animal.
"I see you've been at the end of that page for the last 20 minutes." My eyes widen. "You're not the only observant one here."
"I wasn't doing anything! I promise." I gasp, wrapping my arms around myself protectively.
"Shh I know." He gently grabs my wrist, laying my arm back at my side. "You finished it and didn't know what else to do." I meekly nod. "And my work for now is finished. Shall we return to our room?"
Is he truly asking me? No, I don't think so. I resort to the tried and true method of nodding.

We spend some time on the patio, the sun getting to touch my skin. It's finally regaining some of its color. Of course since it's a private space any clothes I was provided were removed upon entering. He fondles me as I lay across his lap. Just enough to keep me on edge, biting my lip to force myself to keep quiet. He enjoys it. I'm just happy he's not inside me. We're laying like this when there's a knock on the glass.
Kesstar covers me quicker than I can blink. Relief washes over me. At least he spares me some shame. With a wave of his hand a guard steps out. His armor glints in the sun. He bows, speaking in the unknown tongue. Kesstar replies a bit aggravated before waving him away. He rushes off and I know what's about to happen.
"I have to leave again... but I think you knew that." We move inside, the bed awaiting. He still hasn't let me walk on my own when he's around. "You'll be good won't you?"
"I will." I say softly.
"Of course you will." He says, more as a threat than anything, as he kisses my head, leaving the room.
Left alone I busy myself trying to strengthen my stride. It's not easy going. I break a sweat, a limp still apparent. I'm getting warm but I don't want to shed the blanket that serves as my clothing for the time being. I can feel the pain in the muscle. I did damage running but not enough to be permanent. I'm sitting down catching my breath when I hear the door open behind me. I turn expecting to see Kesstar.
"I thought I'd bring you your meal since my brother is preoccupied at the moment." Kalziz glares at me, a meager bowl of rice clutched in his clawed hand. The razor sharp tips glinting in the gaslight.
My blood freezes and I clutch my blanket tighter. "Wh..what are you doing here..." I breathe, panic setting in.