Unwanted Massage

The elevator was rather large, enough for a dozen or so of people to comfortably fit inside. Oberon pushed a button with a "one" drawn on it and they started moving downwards.

"How deep does this go?" she asked.

"There are twelve underground levels, each one is built fifteen to twenty meters below the upper one"

"Wait, fifteen multiplied by twelve... that much?!"

"That much"

The elevator stopped and the door opened. They stepped out, inside a room which would have been somewhat large, if not for the elevator taking up a good chunk of it. A few lamps illuminated the place. There were four bookshelves, none of which was more than half full, and every book seemed to be identical. Four doors, one on each wall, and a desk with a computer on it. Overall a quite empty space.

"This way" he said as he headed to one of the doors.

Ara followed him. On the door was written "One - One". They stepped into a long, rather large hallway, long enough to take them around five minutes to reach the other end of it. From there they entered another small room, with walls covered by shelves. They were all hosting vials, and while some were empty, most were filled with some sort of blue liquid, though the tonality seemed to vary from one to the other. There was a closed, tall cupboard and a single door. As Oberon opened the cupboard and took out two large bottles of water, Ara stretched her arms. She felt a bit stiff, which was quite weird since she's been up for quite a while already. Shrugging it off, she walked through the door with Oberon, who closed it behind her. The room they had just entered was actually a dome, with grass and ground instead of the floor. The upper half of the dome seemed to mimic the sky, as there were also a few visible clouds. Something also produced a weak breeze. There were some trees and bushes here and there, a small pond and the reproduction of some sort of old, stone-made ruin, around as big as a camping tent.

"... wouldn't it be easier to keep them outside rather than... this?"

"It's a security measure"

Oberon walked up to the ruin, left the bottles on the ground and gestured Ara to come closer. She almost tripped on her own legs.

"You look dizzy"

And her face was a bit red, but he didn't mention that.

"I-I think I might have gotten a fever... it's a bit hot in here or is it me?"

Then, something touched her foot. She looked down and saw a... goo? A blue slime, around as big as a person curled up in fetal position.

"W-wait what?!"

She stepped away, but one of her legs gave out and she ended up falling on the grass.

"Don't worry, it doesn't eat meat"

"Can't you help me out here?!"

The slime crawled up on her, covering her leg, then the other, then started moving over her chest. Ara started to shake it off with her hands and, while it was quite sticky and, well, slimy it came off rather easily, pieces of it being sent flying around. That's, until Oberon grabbed her hands. Apparently he had sat down behing her while she was concentrated on getting that thing off her.

"What?"

"You are hurting it"

"Of course I am!"

He grabbed her right wrist with one hand and used his left arm to hold her in place.

"It feeds on fluids, occasionally on small insects too, you have nothing to worry about"

"As if!"

She tried to shake both of them off, but her limbs felt weak. And she also felt somewhat hot.

"I put a muscle relaxant in your food. I apologize, but I thought it would have been better as you most likely wouldn't have reacted too nicely"

He didn't really like using things like that, but there was a leftover vial from some time ago and he thought that was a good way to use it.

"Why in the world -actually wait, whamphg?!"

Oberon moved her wrists together to be able to pin them down to her stomach with one hand and covered her mouth with the other.

"It doesn't have a good hearing, but if you shout that much it will make it nervous"

She tried to say -scream- something, producing only muffled sounds. She quickly realized she could only move her legs around, and not much because she couldn't put any strenght into them. The slime felt... warm, actually, which made the contact with it a bit less unpleasant. It wasn't big enough to completely envelope her, so he had left her arms, neck and head free. It slid under her clothes rather easily, and feeling it against her skin even though she was clothed made her feel naked. She blushed a bit. A couple or so of minutes went by with nothing happening.

"It has calmed down" he said. Apparently the slime avoided direct contact with Oberon, maybe because he wasn't made of flesh.

Then it started to warm up and... move? Ara couldn't really tell with her eyes, but while it had remained still before, the goo was now rubbing against her skin. The temperature was now high enough to make her sweat, and... it was rubbing agaist her nipples and between her legs. She blushed, and couldn't help but feel the stimulation. She struggled against and moved her legs around a bit, all to no avail.

"Relax, it won't harm you"

The only reason she didn't glare at Oberon was that she couldn't with him sitting behing her. Then, the slime started to... twist on itself? It was hard to tell an Ara could only use her sense of touch to tell, but whatever it was doing, the feeling against her skin grew stronger. Her cheeks turned red as she realized the pressure and the rubbing on her breasts and between her legs were making her excited. Her nipples were getting hard, which made her want to bury her face somewhere. Now she was grateful that Oberon was covering her mouth, as some sounds might have otherwise escaped her. She had mostly stopped resisting, both because of the muscle relaxant and because it sort of felt like a massage. An extremely unconventional one. The slime was now hot to the touch, and had started sucking her sweat off her skin, which added yet another stimulation, which felt particularly strong on her nipples. Then it started to suck on her entrance, which nearly made her jump. Oberon felt her breath getting a bit ragged against his hand, and guessed from there how the situation was. Ara started struggling against his grasp again, but she could muster so little strenght it was as if she wasn't even really trying to escape. Then he moved his hand from her mouth to her wrists. Not having expected it, Ara let a small moan escape from her lips. Her face turned even redder.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Everything..." she replied, though this time she didn't shout.

The slime was now also running itself against her skin, which made her feel even hotter, to stimulate her perspiration. Though its running against her privates made her feel hot in a different way. It wasn't actually a strong stimulation, but since she was also feeling it on one thigs and on the lower part of her back it was making her strongly aroused, though she didn't want to admit it to herself. She moaned a bit when it started sucking harder against her skin and, in particular, her nipples, and then tried to bite her own lips to prevent that from happening again. However, the relaxant was still spreading through her body and she found out she couldn't put much strenght in her jaw as well. Oberon noticed this and moved his hands away from her wrists. He kept her a bit away from him -probably because the slime would have moved away from her back if she leaned against him- with one hand while he grabbed one of the bottles with the other. He opened it and brought it to Ara's mouth.

"Here, drink"

"T... thanks..." she said, though she wasn't sure she really had to say it given what was going on. But the slime was really hot and she needed something to drink, and so she drank.

Oberon then moved away, letting her slowly fall on her back, against the grass. It was quite short, enough to not be a bother. She started to think that, more than a muscle relaxant, what he had put in her lunch had to be some sort of paralyzing medicine because she could hardly move her fingers now. Her breath was ragged, and the rubbing and sucking between her legs was more pleasurable than she was willing to admint. Oberon was sitting with his legs crossed right next to her, staring, though his expression was almost unsettingly neutral. From that angle, he could also notice something.

"If you want to drink again just tell me"

Ara didn't reply. As much as she hated to think it, that was... quite nice. Well, she was sweating a lot, but aside from that it wasn't bad... actually, if not for it being on her private areas it would have been a really good message, if maybe a bit daring. But the slime was also underneath her underwear, and the pleasure was building up. Oberon locked his gaze on her face. One of her eyes had partially turned red, and a few small strands of her hair had taken on a ligther color, straight up white at the base. Then Ara closed her eyes and tried to ignore the tingling she had started to feel between her legs, sensation which slowly but steadily grew stronger. Then they remained like that for quite a while, in silece, except for Ara letting out a weak moan every now and then between her quite ragged breaths. The slime had grown a bit larger, though not that much, and at some point she had started wishing for it to get rougher as at that point she was really frustrated, the stimulation not being enough to bring her to a climax. No way she'd have ever said it though.

Around a quarter of her hair was now mostly white. As for her eyes, she was still keeping them closed so Oberon couldn't tell about them. She had emptied a whole bottle and around half of the other, but aside from that she didn't know for how long she had been in that state. Not too long she guessed, as given how hot it was inside the slime, she would have drank a lot more had she been there for, say, an hour. Or at least she thought. Though she was getting her strenght back. With quite the effort, and in around a couple of minutes, she managed to stand on her arms and sit down. At the same time, the slime started to slowly crawl off her. Oberon handed her the bottle. He noticed one of her eyes was nearly completely red.

"Need help?"

She moved an hand to the bottle, tried to grab it and quickly gave up, then nodded. He then held it against her mouth and helped her drink. Once she was done, he got up and walked to the door.

"I'll be right back" he said as he walked out.

She... sort of wanted to punch him. She knew he was just doing whatever Eve had ordered him to, but punching him would have most likely made her feel better. The slime was now covering only her legs. She relaxed a bit, her breath calming down. She almost felt cold due to the sudden change of temperature against her skin. She brought an hand between her legs and, shily, slid it underneath her skirt, pantyhose and panties, then pulled it out. She blushed as she saw her fingers a bit wet. She brushed them against the grass to try to clean them, then grabbed her cowlick and pulled it down to look at it. It was white, and she guessed a good chunk of her hair was as well. She then ran her hands on her head and on the lowest part of her back. She took a breath of relief as she found no ears nor tails. Ever since Eun left, whenever she got too emotional or excited she'd turn into the same aspect Eun had. Granted, she couldn't turn into a fox, and it was mostly only an external change -mostly- but still, she didn't like it that much as it made her really easy to read. ... not that she had ever been good at hiding that sort of things, though.

With all of that said, there were three things on her mind at the moment. The first was to get out of that room, something she couldn't do as she still couldn't stand on her feet. The second was to have a proper explanation, though she was sure it was going to be something she didn't really want to hear. The last one was to get to either her room or the bathroom and, well, touch herself. Because the damn slime had left her aroused without getting her off. The thought was enough to make her blush again. Then, Oberon walked back in, a bag in his hand. He walked up to the slime, which had now completely detached itself from Ara, kneeled down next to it and pulled out of the bag two vials just like those in the rooms they had walked in from. He then ran them against the slime and filled them with it, closing the two ampoules and putting them away. The slime, now noticeably smaller -more than it should have been- crawled away, hiding in the small ruin.

"... what?"

"It should die in a week or so inside here without drying up. Then it should be ready to be sold"

"For what?"

"As pudding, I think"

"You're... kidding, right?"

"I don't know what the mistress does with what i -we, I guess- provide from this place"

"W... whatever, just help me get back on my feet"

"There is one last thing the mistress asked me to do before that"

For some reason, Ara felt the urge to run away. Too bad her legs weren't answering at all to her orders.

"If I may ask" he said then "Are these the after-effects you mentioned?" he said as he pointed to his eyes and hair.

"W-well, yes"

Oberon then helped her get on her... knees? She gave him an inquisitive -and rather worried- look, at which he simply pushed her forward, making her fall on her arms. He did grab her shoulder to make sure she wouldn't hit her face too hard against the ground though.

"Wait, what are you... hey!"

He had moved behind her and sat down on her legs, with her rear right in front of him. He guessed she was blushing now, as the white on her hair had just expanded a little.

"I apologize for this" he said as he pulled her skirt up and pantyhose down "I'm just doing what the mistress told me"

"And what is it that she told you?!" she screamed as she tried to get away, but her muscles -those responding to her- still felt far too weak for that, plus he was sitting on her legs.

He then... pulled her panties down. Either he didn't notice her wetness -the slime drank that too, right? The thought wasn't really pleasant- or he simply didn't comment.

"Wait -wait wait wait what are you doing?!"

She felt something cold around her waist, and Oberon was cold to the touch so... no, wait, those weren't his hands. She heard something clicking, the same way the chocker did when she put it on. Wait... Oberon got up and offered her an hand to get back up, but she gave him the worst glare she could put up at the moment and refused his help. Which meant it took her around three minutes to manage to get into a normal sitting position. She then looked at her waist. Leaving aside that her clothes had yet to be fixed, there was something wrong around her waist.

"What's this?!" she shouted as she pointed to the chastity belt firmly locked on her.

"I admit I'm not sure why the mistress wanted you to wear it" Oberon replied.

Ara's eyes quickly fell to the keyhole.

"The key! Hand it over, now!"

"That's against the orders I was given"

"I couldn't care less about them, give me the key!"

"A thousand ed will be detracted from your debt for each hour you wear it, while two thousand and a half will be added each time you take if off and for each hour you're not wearing it out of work time. Removing it for work doesn't count either. That's what the mistress said. Of course, feeding it" he said as he pointed to the ruin the slime was hiding in "also lessened your debt"

Ara stopped to think. That...

"What the hell is Eve thinking coming up with something like this?!"

"... In all honesty, I'm not sure"

Even with all of that being said, however, Ara still felt tingly between her legs.

"W... whatever, just give me key. I... I need to go to the bathroom"

"You don't need to take it off to use the bathroom" Oberon explained "There is a small hole in the front, and the rear is simply open"

Blushing even more, Ara thought about an excuse. She couldn't simply tell him she wanted to masturbate.

"Wait, you still haven't told me what I'm supposed to do here. And why did I have to go through this?!"

"Usually this slime can survive simply by drinking water, but the mistress wondered if drinking an human's fluid would make it taste better. She could sell it at an higher price if that were the case, provided there was someone to feed it every now and then"

A brief silence.

"Are you kidding me?!"

"Not really" he replied as he sat down.

"You mean, no, how many slimes am I supposed to... feed?"

"There are only two" he replied "One here and another in a different room, though the other one is quite different from this. We host other kind of creatures as well. The mistress wants you to either feed or..." he stopped for a moment, thinking about a good way to put it. He found none, so he simply said things the way they were "... or mate with some. I'll always be present to make sure nothing goes wrong, though I think you'd rather not have me around"

Ara froze. She remained perfectly still for probably ten minutes. It almost looked like she was dead, and at some point Oberon did check her pulse, just to be sure she was still among the livings.

"Are you - what the hell - what?!"

"That's how things are"

"And you expect me to just do any of that?!"

"Leaving aside the fact that you just did" he replied, which made Ara blush a bit "I think you don't really have a choice" he said as he pointed to his neck.

Ara touched the choker as if to remember herself she was wearing it.

"Next time I see Eve I swear I'll..."

Oberon looked up to the fake sky.

"It's almost time for dinner" he said.

Ara looked up too.

"You mean it mimics the outsid- wait, how long have we been here?"

"Six hours"

She held her face in her hands.

"Just... just help me get to my room..."

And so he did, carrying the bag with one hand while with the other arm he helped Ara standing. She fixed her clothes a bit -her panties couldn't really be pulled up much due to the chastity belt- and leaned on Oberon as they walked out. He left the vials on the walls of the room before going to the elevator, then to the ground floor and all the way to Ara's room, and there he made her sit on the bed.

"Do you have any preferences for dinner?"

"Anything which doesn't paralyze me..."

Then he walked out, closing the door behind him. Ara turned to the mirror. Her previously red eye was now partially amber-colored again most of her hair was black again. She waited a few minutes then tried to get up. Her legs were shaking, but she managed to stand on her own. A bit slowly, she walked to the door and locked it, then went in front of the mirror. She raised her skirt, pulled the pantyhose down and looked at the belt. It was... sturdy. There really was a small opening in the front and when she turned around she found out that it left her rear exposed, which did mean she could use the bathroom without problems, but... she touched her inner thigh and found it dry. The conversation with Oberon did calm her down a bit, but she was still, well, aroused. She tried to slide a finger underneath the belt, but it was too tight for that. Normally she would have probably scratched at it, but she was quite angry at the moment. She went to the wardrobe and took out her spear -because she decided to leave it inside there for some reason- grabbed it relatively near the tip and pointed it at the belt. Then she stopped.

... maybe I shouldn't... ?

When all was said and done, she still had an huge debt towards Eve, and if keeping it on really counted as paying it off... that, and trying to break it with a spear would have been a bit reckless, especially with her body still weak. She left her weapon against the wall and let herself fall on the bed. Then she remembered that the choker had a display showing how much of her debt was left. She stood back up, walked to the mirror and searched for it. The choker was loose enough for her to turn it around her neck, and she found it pretty much immediatly. That said, half of what was written on it was incomprehensible. As in, mixed with the numbers were other characters, and she had no idea what those symbols meant. She tried to read it by simply omitting them, but the number remaining was far too low to be accurate.

"Oh, come on..."

Then someone -well, Oberon, who else was there besides the two of them?- knocked.

"Dinner is ready"

"Ok" she simply replied.

She was more thirsty than hungry to be honest, but eating something couldn't hurt. When she walked down she found Oberon sitting at the table, which was again prepared for just one person. He was reading a book, though once again Ara couldn't see its cover. Dinner went by in a somewhat awkward silence, and once she had finished eating she walked back to her room just as loudly.

"Good night" he said as she walked out of the kitchen, without looking away from the book.

Ara didn't feel like replying.

I wonder if someone would take that job willingly.