Pillows don't growl, ch 4
by ~GenieMiller
Chapter 4
As the figure walked into the room, she could see it was not her new master, but Kerwin from her home world. Kerwin was not a large fellow, he was only 5' 5" and maybe 160 pounds soaking wet. He was a nice guy and had always had a bit of a crush on Elita.
"Elita!" he shouted as he rushed forward, setting the tray of food down on the table with the computer, and dropping a bag next to the chair.
"Kerwin!" she squealed back as she left the bed to rush over and hug him.
"How did you survive the culling?" she asked.
"They decided that I was submissive enough to be allowed to live, so now I am stuck doing light jobs that even drones won't due."
"Did anyone else survive?"
"Mrs. Regin, unfortunately did, but it was quite entertaining and uplifting to see her attack a warrior drone with an umbrella, from what I heard she was assigned to be the Head of Intelligence's personal worshipper."
Somewhere in the back of her mind that title sounded familiar to her, "Oh, I know that wraith!"
"What? How?"
"I kind of kicked him in the well..umm…pride of his family linage."
"And you're still alive?"
"Well, I ran after that, and to make a long story short, my wraith thought the whole thing was funny so he kept me alive. Speaking of my new master I wonder if
he has anything to do with Mrs. Regin's assignment."
"I doubt that, unless his rank is high."
"Well, he did say there are only 2 wraiths above him, the Queen and Commander."
"Oh, so this is the Lt. Commander's room. I just was told to follow a drone and drop this stuff off to a fellow worshipper from our home world. The head worshipper said 'she' probably needed to see a friendly face by now."
"Well I'm glad she sent you. You were always really nice back at the store," poor Kerwin started to blush really bad about then, "So who else made it?" Elita asked.
"Mrs. Marilla did, she got assigned to the Weapons Expert. Ainsley is on kitchen duties since she's knocked up."
"Really, I thought they would look at her as a two for one special."
"Elita, that's not even funny to say."
"What? They're just a bunch of monsters that eat us, or play with us as toys. I didn't mean any disrespect to her."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Ottis still alive last I heard. He's been sent to do really nasty jobs like cleaning out the waste systems."
"Arg, so that pig is still alive."
"What do you mean pig?"
"Never mind, it doesn't even matter anymore. Our old lives are millions of miles away now, so I might as well just leave all the anger and resentment for my fellow people back there, too.
"Ok," he said with a bit of confusion, "I can't stay much longer, but I will tell the others that you are ok. This," gesturing to the table, "is your food, it was made by other humans, and it's not really that bad." Handing her the bag that he picked back up from the floor, "Here are some clothing that your master picked out for you. I have to go now before they start to wonder why I'm taking so long." Kerwin turned and rushed out of the room.
Elita threw the sack onto the bed as the doors closed. She was too hungry to worry about clothing right now. She went over and grabbed the tray of food; looking into the bowl she could see it had some kind of stew in it. There was also some bread on the tray along with a glass of water. "Well it's not fancy, but it's food," she said as she took the tray back to the bed.
After eating the food, which tasted much better than it looked. She sat the tray
onto a small table, and went to investigate the bag of clothing. Turning it upside down she emptied its contents onto the bed. She picked up the first dress she could see.
"Uh no, this is way too small," pulling it to sides of her body. Setting that one down and going through the rest of the pile, she quickly realized two things, one she doubted her wraith's fashion sense even more and two that he had no actual grasp on what size of clothing she wore. "Man, either it is way too small, to loose in the wrong places, or way to short on the dress length. What does he think I am some anorexic hooker?"
Sitting down with a disgusted look on her face she started to shove all the clothing back into the bag. "Maybe I can convince him to either make my own clothing or to take me with him when he picks it out."
Several hours passed by and Elita finished rifling though the room for anything else interesting. She had found some other interesting things in his night stand she would have to ask him about, but other than that she hadn't come across anything
fun.
At this point she had run out of things to do and had resorted to the tried and true method of entertainment for any bored person, counting things. She was lying upside down on the bed when the doors opened again. She didn't bother to jump, she just arched her back so she could see who was entering the room, and after all she could guess who it was this time.
"What are you doing, my little human?" her wraith queried.
"Counting the veins in your ceiling. You have 34 large to medium red ones, 28 black
ones, 17 blue, and 10 that I am not sure what color they are. I was just about to start counting the small ones now."
"Interesting, I have never counted those before."
"So how was your day, master?"
"Long and trying and yours' my pet?" he said in a coy voice.
"Ehh..boring."
"Did you already get bored with hunting through my room?" he said as he un-hooked his jacket and threw it on the chair.
"Yeah, I kind of ran out of things to go through and organize."
"What did you organize?" he said with a bit of trepidation in his voice.
"Just your closet."
He walked cautiously over to his closet and opened it. Much to his surprise and delight it was neither empty nor destroyed; in fact it was actually more useable now.
"Hmm, very good, my pet," he said as he inspected his closet and then shut it. He then walked over to the bed and looked down at her.
"Why are you wearing my old jacket and not the clothing I sent to you earlier?"
"Because I can't squeeze myself into any of that clothing, I haven't been that small since I was 13. Plus I was cold."
"It has been some time since I had a worshipper perhaps the clothing sizes have changed. You may accompany me tomorrow to pick out the right size."
"Ok," she said as she thought "Wow, I didn't even have to argue, YAY!"
He then sat down next to her on the bed, and ran his hand up her right leg. Pushing the jacket out of his way, he then leaned over and started to nibble on her neck as his hand started to try to get underneath her panties.
"So, I was wondering, why are there not female wraiths in your porn collection?" Elita said with a calm and inquisitive voice.
"What?" he said as he jerked up into a sitting position.
"In this," she said as she sat up to reach underneath the pillow, she then handed him the tablet she had found earlier. He snatched it out of her hands.
"What, you figured out how to turn this on! Your society had barely mastered gas powered engines."
"Yeah, well porn is one of those universally understood subjects, besides I just kept messing around with it till it came on. I'm guessing your taste in real women doesn't differ than what's in here." She said as she taped the tablet with her finger. "Still why don't you have any wraith women in there?" Elita asked with a studied air of innocence.
Sitting a while in a state of shock and horror not much unlike a teenage boy whose mom just found his porn magazines, the Lt. Commander didn't really know what to say. "I have been around for over 9,000 years and no worshipper has ever found that," he thought.
Cocking her head and staring at her newly traumatized master Elita said, "It's nothing you should be ashamed of. Plenty of human guys back home have dirty pictures shoved in between their mattresses; of course yours are way more realistic looking. Those women aren't your previous worshippers are they?"
"Of course not," he said quickly "I have accumulated those over time."
Getting up off the bed, he placed the tablet back into the nightstand. "You are no longer allowed to go though these drawers, for now."
"Aww, but then I can't figure out what those other things in there do. One started making a weird whirring noise, when I was digging through them. But it eventually stopped."
A new level of embarrassment and horror washed over his face. He turned and looked at Elita. "I think I am going to go for a walk. Go to sleep, I will be back in a little bit," he said as he turned, grabbed his jacket and walked out the door.
"Ahh, the good old take a walk to clear your mind," Elita thought as she took the jacket off and crawled under the covers. "Well at least my growling pillow won't be trying anything slick tonight." She thought as she nestled herself under the covers in between the non-growling pillows, and went to sleep.
