Another day, another knock.
Should I tell him I dreamt of him last night?
I opened the door and started getting ready without waiting for the usual greeting.
No, I'll probably keep that to myself.
"Feeling alright, Melo?"
"Yes, I just had…a very odd dream…"
"Ah."
I made the bed and joined him in the doorway.
"So, what's today's test?"
"You'll see when you get there."
We walked in silence together. When we arrived, I noticed with relief that my paper gown was folded in its usual spot at the end of the table. I put it on immediately, folding my own clothes and setting them to the side on the floor. The puppet stood against the wall in the same spot it stood yesterday.
"Not going to tell me to look away today? My my, we are eager. I hope, for your sake, that lasts."
I sat on the edge of the table while he pricked my finger and drew the blood he needed.
"It must have been a very odd dream indeed."
You were in most of it. I feel weird not telling you…but I don't know where the line is anymore. What's safe to share?
"Yeah, I feel…off today."
He took a thermometer out of a drawer and placed it under my tongue, then waited until it beeped.
"You don't have a fever."
"I must just be tired."
Concern flashed across his face for an instant, then was replaced by his usual calm smirk.
"If you're trying to get out of testing today, it won't work."
"I'm not!"
"Glad to hear it. Then please, bend over the table."
He gestured, summoning the puppet from the wall. I stood and faced the table, standing awkwardly with my hands braced against it.
"Why?"
"All the way over, please."
"I didn't see the crop out today…"
"This is a new test. Now…"
The puppet reached out and pushed on my back. My chest hit the table and I felt the air forced out of my lungs as I landed. It stepped between my legs, spreading them to the width of the end of the table.
"Pushy today."
"I did ask first."
I curled my arms under my head and used them as a pillow to rest on.
I guess we're just getting right to it today. Haven't we already tested this position, though?
Kabuto placed a pump bottle of something on the end of the table near the puppet. It squirted one pump of the liquid inside it into its hand and rubbed it along its length. The puppet then pushed my gown up over my ass, leaving the skin exposed.
Par for the course so far…
It took one of my asscheecks in each hand and pressed them together, then started rubbing itself between them.
What?
I tried to raise myself up with my arms and see what was going on. The puppet pushed me back down and continued using me to pleasure itself.
This thing is going to get off by using me? Isn't that the opposite of what we've been testing? And can it even feel? It's a corpse!
I heard Kabuto rummaging around in a drawer in the desk as it continued rubbing itself on me. The head of its dick kept slipping down between my slickened cheeks and brushing against my backdoor, but it never pushed it in.
"I think, for this test, we'll use this again."
Kabuto held up the gag with the small purple dildo. The puppet did not stop its grinding for an instant. Kabuto walked in front of me to the head of the treatment table. He held the end of it out in front of me. I opened my mouth and tried to insert it, but it was slightly too far away for me to reach. I glared up at him.
"What are we testing today?"
He chuckled and pushed the end into my mouth, then tied it tightly. There was no wiggle room today. After waiting for a moment to make sure I could breathe, he stood back from me and returned to his clipboard. The slick liquid from the bottle the puppet was using made me feel messy. It spread down from my ass to pool on the table, and was beginning to drip down my legs as the puppet continued grinding and applying more. I relaxed and closed my eyes, wrapping my tongue around the dildo part of the gag. I cradled my head in my arms again, trying to remain patient.
Today, apparently, my job is to wait until a corpse is finished rubbing itself off on me. Great. Just lie here and take it, Melo. It'll pass.
Suddenly, it stopped. The corpse puppet spread my ass open with its hand. I felt a squirt of the lubricating liquid from the bottle land directly on my asshole, followed by its finger. It gently worked on my entrance, slowly pushing its finger in and out of me. I felt my eyes widen.
Is that what we're doing today? I don't know about that, I've never had anyone…
It added another finger.
"MMmmhh~!"
That hurts~
It slowly moved the fingers, waiting for me to adjust.
Maybe it won't be so bad. I mean…he is controlling it, right?
I looked around, trying to find Kabuto. He must have been standing directly behind the puppet, because I couldn't see him anywhere. I felt panic start to rise in my chest.
What if he's not here? I don't want anyone else to…I mean…it'll be my first time trying anal and I…
The puppet withdrew its fingers. I felt it line itself up behind me.
He has to be here, he's controlling it. I wish I could at least see him…
"Mm-mm-mmhh?"
I couldn't get his name out around the gag.
Shouldn't I have something to drop, since I'm gagged?
I felt the puppet start to press its cock into my ass. The stretch was more than I could take.
"Mmm!"
I tried to scream, but the gag was too much. It remained still until I relaxed, then dripped a little more lube onto us. After several seconds, it started moving into me again.
"Mmm-mm."
I felt the tears rising in my eyes as I was stretched open.
This fucking hurts! I don't know about this. Maybe I could just quit this one, or we could do something differently. I just…I wanna see him.
I tried to push myself up on my arms, but the puppet held me down. It kept repeating the cycle of pushing, waiting, relubricating, and pushing until it was completely seated inside me. I felt its skin push against my ass as it buried itself in me.
At least now it's finished, right?
It used its hands to spread my cheeks apart, then thrust itself against me hard enough that I felt my pelvis press into the table. It pulled itself out of me, leaving only its head inserted. Then it thrust entirely into me again. It began fucking my ass at a regular pace, every motion was controlled and determined. There was no rush, and there was no relent. I kept moving the dildo in my mouth around with my tongue, seeking any pleasure I could while the puppet used me.
This hurts…why doesn't it feel like it does when Kabuto hurts me?
I heard the rolling chair that was normally kept tucked under the desk moving on my other side. It was a tiny movement, the sound of one wheel moving over a single tile, but enough to notice. I turned my head to see it. Kabuto was sitting in it, of course. As soon as I caught sight of him, the pain started to turn to pleasure. He sat sideways on the chair, one leg crossed over his lap. He rested his left arm on the back of the chair, hand coming up to support his head. His right hand held his clipboard at an odd angle. It looked like it was resting on his lap. He was tapping his foot in the air with impatience.
Why is he sitting like that?
As he noticed me watching, his expression changed. He bit his bottom lip, then turned his face so that his glasses obscured his eyes. That's when I noticed it. Every time he tapped his foot, his body moved in the chair slightly. The tiny movement meant that his cock rubbed against the clipboard with every tap.
So that's why he was hiding. It's not just the puppet that's getting off on me today, it's…
It slammed harder into my ass, eliciting another "mm!" Kabuto's face twitched.
It feels…good now? It feels amazing. And it's having that much of an effect on him?
I reached down under myself and started rubbing my clit at the same speed he was tapping his foot.
Did he notice?
He started tapping faster, and I changed my motions to match. His face began to look more strained. It would still pass as impartial to an outside party, but to me the strain was obvious. I can see it in the little lines on his forehead, the paleness of his cheeks, that little bit of tension in the mouth.
That soft, beautiful mouth…
I started pushing myself back against the puppet, trying to take it all into me.
If this is what he wants, then this is what he'll get!
I started feeling the warmth building inside of me again. I desperately grinded myself onto it, trying to hit my favorite spot through the thin vaginal wall. When it made contact, I gasped against the gag. I felt myself start to cum. The puppet froze inside of me, letting me ride it out. I clenched around it, still matching the speed of my hand to the speed at which he tapped his foot. My hand dropped as I finished. After a few seconds, the puppet withdrew from me. It cleaned itself and returned to the wall.
Is it just stored there?
I sat up and removed the gag, wincing at the feeling of pressure the puppet left behind. Kabuto sat, taking several deep breaths in the chair. He was writing something, but from here it really looked like he was just looking for an excuse to remain seated until his erection subsided.
I guess it would be worse for him to finish in his pants, but that has to be uncomfortable.
When he finished writing, he stood and took the blood sample he needed.
"Very good, Melo. That will be all for today."
"Can I make a request?"
"A request?"
His voice was dangerous. He raised an eyebrow and looked at me, as if daring me to bring up any of our secrets.
"Yes, a request. Can we stop doing tasks that hurt my ass for a few days? I have to sit on that, you know?"
He laughed.
"I'll see what I can do."
He turned away, and I dressed myself and got ready to return to my room. I looked over at him when I was finished.
That's not what I wanted to ask, and you know it. Please, come see me again tonight? Do you ever think about that night you snuck in to kiss me?
He walked over to the door.
"We should get you back to your cell."
"Lead the way."
"Hopefully you won't have any more strange dreams tonight."
"Hm? Oh yeah, that would be awful."
I caught his gaze for a second and knew that he was thinking of it too.