The Things We Do for Yellow Bricks (The Alien's Plaything: Chapter Twelve)

The ambient light of Zara’s quarters was low. Kalin rolled onto his side to look at Zara. The light practically danced off her skin. He stifled a smile as he took her in, she was practically intoxicating to him. She rolled towards him, a faint smile on her face suggesting she was in a good mood too.

“Are you feeling better?” She asked.

“Yeah, quite a bit better,” he whispered back.

A devilish grin came across her face. “Does that mean I can play with my toy today?”

“Wow, no hesitation,” he joked.

“Not much purpose to a toy I can’t play with,” she joked. “Maybe I could give you away to someone who would enjoy playing with you even if you were broken,” she mused, mischief oozing through the cracks in her façade.

Weeks ago, the threat might have been too much for Kalin to joke about, but this time Zara managed to prompt a light chuckle from him. “I mean, there are other reasons you keep me around, right?”

“I mean…” she chuckled. “But, I kind of actually like you. I’ve gotten used to your weird colouration and how tiny you are. Also you’ve got hair in weird places, that’s so much hair to have on a face. But you’re kind of cute in your own way.”

A smile spread across Kalin’s face, one he couldn’t stifle.

Zara leaned in closer, “and the way you submit to me makes me feel so good.” The smile on Zara’s face was even broader than Kalin’s. “You’ve got such a pronounced weakness and you let me take advantage of it to make me happy… to make us happy. You could have kept fighting me, but you gave in because you wanted to make me happy.”

Kalin let out a little laugh, but his smile remained.

Zara shot out her hand, seizing Kalin’s testicles. “And you want me to be happy, right?”

Kalin’s hands clawed helplessly at Zara’s wrist, instinctively hoping to free himself before she shifting from gripping to crushing. “Yes, yes, definitely!”

Zara let out a soft giggle, possibly the first Kalin had heard from her since they had met. “Could you stand up for me?” She released Kalin’s testicles and he climbed out of the bed. She moved to the edge of the bed and stood up beside him. Soon, Kalin’s eyeline was the centre of Zara’s white sleeping shirt. For some reason, he’d never previously processed that his eyeline didn’t even meet up with Zara’s breasts, but actually below them. Perhaps he’d been too afraid to look at a Viridian’s breasts before. He tilted his neck up to look at her eyes. “You’re such a cute toy,” she purred.

She stepped back and raised her knee, dangling the lower half of her leg like a pendulum, ominously moving her foot back and forth in the general direction of Kalin’s most vulnerable area. “Of course,” she began, quickly following with a snap-kick to Kalin’s groin that instantly knocked the wind out of him and sent him crumpling to the ground, “I do think you’re cuter when you’re on the ground.”

Kalin was on all fours, struggling not to collapse completely and curl up into the foetal position as he heard the laughter bubble up from Zara above him. It was not the derisive laughter of their earlier encounters: it had become something different. A laughter of joy, of celebration.

He heard the thud of Zara dropping down to sit on the edge of the bed. She reached out, running her fingers along his back. “You’re not done already, are you?” She leaned in closer, whispering in his ear, “because I’m not.”

Kalin struggled to stand back up. “I can try,” he stated with determination.

“Why don’t you look over there?” she pointed to the wall, guiding him to face away from her. She shifted directly behind him. “And spread your legs, obviously.”

He spread his legs as he tried to focus on his breathing, rather than letting the existing or likely much worse impending pain get the better of him. He felt Zara’s foot gently rise between his legs, her instep gently announcing its presence to his tender balls. His focus on his breathing faltered, and he snapped his gaze down to see her green toes poking out between his legs.

He felt Zara’s hand gently grip his hair and reorient his gaze forward again. “No, I said look over there.” With a tone of amusement in her voice, “do I need to punish you?”

“No!” Kalin cried, nearly panicking.

“Defiance of a simple request could qualify as an escape attempt.”

Kalin twisted around to look at Zara, a look of incredulity on his face.

“What, you don’t wanna kneel for me so I can kick you in the balls 2000 times?” she joked. “Turn back around,” she laughed.

He turned around and faced straight ahead.

“Ok, brace yourself, I’m going to count down from five. Then I’m going to kick you somewhere soft. It’s probably going to hurt a lot, but that’s what you get for having a hugely entertaining vulnerability and a Viridian owner.” She seemed to really be enjoying the words.

“Ok.” Kalin gulped.

“Fiv-” Zara began before slamming her foot into Kalin’s nuts, prompting a painful moan as he collapsed to the ground again. Zara was once again seized by laughter at her own little deception, as her long, elegant green legs once again sent her favourite toy to a world of pain on the ground.

She sat forward on the edge of the bed, gazing down on Kalin with a huge grin on her face. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. I love how powerful you make me feel. It never gets old. So, you’re just, like, in a tonne of pain right now?”

“Yep,” Kalin croaked.

“Could you describe it?” She asked, her gaze intently set on Kalin.

“I dunno, it’s like, this intense everything pain down there. And then it kinda radiates outward.
My whole body’s kinda overwhelmed. And my stomach feels kinda sick. Sorry, it hurts too much to be good with words,” Kalin struggled.

“Tell you what, you stay right there, and I’ll find another use for you while you recover,” Zara beamed.

“Wha?” Kalin whimpered.

Without much hesitation, Zara lifted up her long, athletic green legs above Kalin and brought them to rest on top of him like a sentient ottoman. Kalin glanced up to try and take in the perfection above him, but the intense pain and the poor vantage point took a lot out of the experience. The one thing he did manage to take in was the look of serene satisfaction on Zara’s face, her black lips curled into a smile not intended to communicate anything to anyone. Her brow was relaxed, she didn’t have a care in the world. She threw her head back as she thought about nothing, she was barely aware of anything but the bed beneath her hands and the strange little alien beneath her feet.

After a few minutes, Kalin began to move and Zara moved her feet so he could get up. “That one really knocked the wind out of me.”

“You know what I really feel like now?” Zara asked.

“Please not more kicking,” Kalin replied a little too quickly.

“Did you try the little yellow food bricks yet?” She asked.
“No, I don’t think so. Are they spicy?” He inquired.

“Haha, no. The yellow ones are really sweet. So, I’d like either some of those or to kick you 99 more times,” she added, wryly eyeing Kalin as he processed the words.

“Ok, how about I go get you some of those bricks and skip the 99 kicks?”

Zara was way ahead of him. She went to her terminal, typed something and extracted a chip from one of the ports on the side. She offered it to Kalin, “this knows which kinds of yellows I want – use it when you order. Don’t eat any until we get back because I want to run these against our chemical scans of you to make absolutely sure they’re safe for you.”

Kalin took the chip and moved towards the door. “I guess it would be frustrating if food managed to break your toy,” he began.

“After how much effort I go to in order to avoid breaking you, especially when I’m having fun, yes, it would be annoying if food broke my favourite toy.” She paused, clearly deliberating whether to add something, opting to do so, “especially when you’re cute.”

“I won’t eat any until I get back.”

Kalin stepped out into the Viridian facility, the door closing behind him. He had gotten some experience in navigating the facility since his status had been upgraded from captive to plaything, but Viridian architecture had high ceilings and high control panels that defied Kalin’s natural passive observation skills. His own eye level rarely had notable features. Every act of navigating the facility was an all-hands-on-deck affair for a few reasons.

Kalin made it to the dining hall and found the port to deposit the chip from Zara. The cavity in the wall whirred with light as it deposited numerous tiny yellow bricks of various shades onto a platter. They had various patterns on top, some with little diamonds in shades of orange, another set had little triangles in shades of a rich brown. Kalin marvelled at yet another alien food, wondering if a Viridian would know the significance of these patterns at a glance or whether the meanings of them were artifacts of cultural or culinary practices of centuries gone by that carried no direct meaning for modern Viridians.

In a previous life, discerning things like this had been a neat element of reading rooms and or people or moments when isolating a mark or planning a heist. He had often wondered whether he was actually interested in those details or whether he was forcing the interest, or whether it was naturally the kind of details he found interesting. “Hmmm,” he grunted. He supposed he had his answer.

The wall cavity finished its light show and the final yellow brick was deposited onto the platter. He looked for any sign that the chip would be returned, but it seemed to be gone. He collected the platter and made for the door. He stopped as he heard a loud thud against the door.

A moment later, another thud came from outside, but it was not against the same door.

He proceeded with caution as he opened the door. Mere paces away, there stood Zylara and Zania, locked in an intimate conversation. They whispered back and forth, apparently unaware of Kalin’s presence.

Perhaps, he thought to himself, they might be too caught up in their conversation to notice him slip by. Kalin was, after all, a seasoned thief and barely half their size. Sneaking by some giantesses with more important things to focus on should be easy enough, and then he could deliver the yellow bricks to Zara.

Zania leaned against the wall behind Zylara, leaning in over her. “You are just about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, Zylara.” Zylara grabbed Zania by the collar of her shirt, pulling her in for a kiss. Kalin felt he might have his distraction, and began to move down the corridor.

The kiss became mobile, however, and Zylara and Zania quickly crossed the corridor before Kalin. He narrowly dodged back and avoided being collected by their relocation. Kalin saw his window to sneak past and went for it, but just as he was almost clear, the two Viridians moved again, colliding into him as they moved to the opposing wall.

Kalin could barely take one step before he felt his own collar grabbed, this time with much less romantic intent. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Zania asked.

Kalin turned around, shifting his gaze up to look at the pair. “Zara-”

“Oh my,” Zylara remarked. “A whole platter of yellows?”

“Zara’s sent us a gift!” Zania exclaimed.

Before anything else could happen, Zylara swung her foot up, connecting perfectly with Kalin’s balls. The pain exploded out from his still tender groin and radiated instantly to the rest of his body. He stumbled back, putting everything he had into a controlled collapse to the ground to keep himself from dropping the platter. He dropped to his knees and placed the platter down hard.

“Zylara!” Zania remarked, “Zara sent us a gift with a whole platter of yellows and you didn’t even let him put them down first?”

“I’ve had so many yellows already today,” she remarked cheekily, “And I knew I’d need to be quick if I wanted to land the first kick with you here.”

Zania laughed. She stepped forward towards Kalin as he clutched his aching manhood. “You can take the yellows back to Zara.” She grabbed Kalin’s wrists and pulled them up above his head. Kalin saw nothing but strong green legs before him as Zania manoeuvred her foot to push his knees apart and create a path to her target. “Thank her for the entertainment, though,” she said gently before swinging her foot back and then straight forward into his balls.

Kalin tried to pull his legs together and collapse, but Zania pinned his wrists against the wall and kicked his legs apart before landing another devastating kick, then another, then another. She finally released his wrists and his mind reeled from the pain. Kalin let out another moan as he collapsed to the ground, finally freed from Zania’s grasp.

“Come on, Zylara, let’s find somewhere a little more private,” she said as she took her arm and lead her away.

Soon, Kalin heard another set of footsteps approaching from the other end of the corridor. He filled with dread as he wondered which other Viridian would now find and opportunistically abuse him. He clutched his balls and curled up tighter.

“Kalin,” Zara’s voice rang out clearly, “what took you so long?”

“Zania-” he began.

“Oh, ok.” She replied, she did not need to hear any more. “Oh, hey, you saved the yellow bricks!” She exclaimed with a hint of joy in her voice.

“I did,” he whimpered proudly. “I did.”

“Come on, let’s get back to my quarters. I think you’re gonna like these.”

Kalin let out a groan as he prepared to get up. “Great, so, not poisonous for me?” He strained as he got to his knees looked up at Zara.

“Zania really did a number on you, huh?” Zara chuckled.