To Make a Concubine

A/N: Warning. Dark fic. Review please? Onward...

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She stumbled, trying to slow him. "No more, please...." she begged, twisting away from him again. "Please!"

He grabbed her injured wrist with an actuator and jerked her after him. Otto tossed her onto the bed and slammed the door behind him. "Remove your undergarments," he commanded icily.

She hadn't made her bed that morning. Ginny pulled the rumpled blankets around her self and looked up at him, pleading. "Please, please... I have money. You can have it, just please.... no more."

"I don't want your money. I told you, I'm keeping you alive for my amusement only. If you can't hold up your end of a conversation, then I suppose I'll have to find other ways to entertain myself. Now, I want to see you naked, and I want to see you take your clothes off yourself. Do it."

"I'll talk, I'll talk," she babbled, clutching the blankets closer. "Please...."

Otto sat on the bed next to her and curled an actuator around her shoulders again. He picked up the topic they'd left off with, but tried a slightly different angle. "What frightened you most as a child?"

She turned away from him. "Dogs," she answered quietly. "And the dark."

"Dogs, hm?" He tilted his head and began raking the still bloody claws of his tentacle through her hair. "Were you attacked by one?"

She hunched her shoulders, ducking slightly. "No... my brother was. I saw it."

"Tell me about it." Her hair was soft, enthralling. His interest in conversation was waning, but he did want to see how much he could get out of her. "Tell the good doctor all about it."

The longer she talked, the longer she remained unharmed, as she understood it, so she swallowed and spoke. "He's just a year older than me. We went to the same school, and we always walked home together. And one day, our neighbor's dog.... this big, black, junkyard mutt.... he broke his chain and was loose. He jumped on James and tried to drag him into some bushes. Broke his arm..."

"And what did you do when you saw it coming?"

He could barely hear her now. "I just screamed and screamed...."

"A natural human reaction to stress," Otto smiled and put a hand on her leg, rubbing the smooth skin through the blanket. "Who rescued him?"

He could feel her shivering. "A car stopped and a guy got out with a tire iron. Threw it at the dog and he ran away."

"And do you still wake up in the middle of the night seeing the dark, snarling thing charging at you?" Otto leaned closer as he spoke.

She nodded, wrapped in the memory. "And I can't move and all I can do is scream," she murmured.

Otto used his tentacles to pull the blanket away from her back and drew a circle around the quarter note with a human finger. "But he lived, and he bought you a tattoo years later. A touching story." He started to push her down onto her stomach.

She resisted that. "No, don't!" Bracing her arms against the mattress, she tried to stay upright. Her wrist screamed at her. "No..."

"If you wait too long to punish an animal for errant behavior, it has forgotten what it has done and the punishment is useless." Otto pulled her arms out from under her and pressed down with all his weight.

She collapsed under him, crying out. "No! Please, please... Not again...."

"This wouldn't be happening if you hadn't attacked me earlier. Keep that in mind." He cut the sides of her bloody panties and pulled them away. Keeping her arms pinned with the upper two artificial appendages, he ran his hands down her sides and stopped at her rear. "You could always look on the bright side of this, though..."

"No! I'm sorry, I'm sorry I attacked you... I'll give you anything you want, just please, please not this...."

"You will give me anything I want..." He paused to give her false hope. "After I do this, and you'll never have to wake up screaming about that mutt ever again. You'll wake up still feeling me inside of you, writhing and cold, splitting you open, and then you'll scream." A tentacle melted and reformed into the long, tapered tendril again and probed into her crack, seeking her anus.

She pressed her legs shut, gasping. "No, no, no, not there..." She clenched against him, so tight she was shaking.

"Yes," Otto growled. "There." The tentacle was much stronger than any human appendage and it pressed forward despite her efforts to keep it out. "The more you resist, the more it will hurt." Her tightness was making him shiver again in a way that wanted to possess her body inside and out. Fantasies of flesh and metal becoming one filled his head again, but first he had to punish her. He'd punish her and then he'd do what he'd really wanted to do when he brought her here.

Ginny screamed as he penetrated her, bucking again. "No, take it out, please," she begged, writhing in pain as the un-lubricated tentacle pressed further in.

Otto was starting to pant again as he filled her as much as he could. "It's only beginning, dear Ginny." The tentacle moved inside of her and the tightness was beginning to physically arouse Otto as well. Especially when his tentacle expanded just a bit. "I'm going to release your hands, and you're going to take off your bra," he whispered in her ear in a husky voice. "Understand?"

She pressed her face into the bed when he filled her, screaming into the quilts. It was freezing, and it hurt like nothing else. And a small part of her brain realized that he could probably go farther. She felt like she would die. He was going to split her in half and she would die in her own bed. Jerking and shuddering as the arm moved in her bowls, she nodded slightly. Cooperation was all she could do. Otto released her hands and watched her hungrily. Awkward and twitching, she fumbled behind her for the clasp. It took her a few tries to get it undone, and she let it fall open with a defeated little moan, clutching at the bedclothes again. "Please... it hurts..."

"I know," Otto panted and pulled her up on her knees, moving around in front of her. He cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs around her nipples. "I know..." He kissed her again, pressing his body against hers and swallowing her cries. His lips trailed rough kisses and bites down her neck and shoulders. He finally took her nipple is his mouth and nibbled it lightly, circling it with his tongue.

She made inarticulate sounds of protest, pushing back against the tentacle as the change in angle allowed it to move deeper. Her nipple, small and pink, stood up in his mouth, hardening from the stimulation, despite her horror and pain. She arched her back, panting. "Too much..."

"Too much what?" Otto grinned against her chest as the hand that wasn't on her other breast drift down the flat plane of her stomach. He was probably enjoying this far too much, but he didn't care anymore.

The muscles of her abdomen were taut and jumping, unused to the large invasion of the tentacle. She was in good shape, this young woman. Her stomach was firm and smooth, and there were the hints of smooth musculature under her skin. She quivered. "Please, please take it out!"

"All right, but keep in mind I could always do that again." He shrank the tentacle back down and withdrew it slowly. His hand continued down her stomach and pushed between her thighs as he continued to kiss and lick her cleavage.

She slumped slightly against him in relief, breathing hard, but she reflexively tried to close her legs again when he touched her down there. His first and second fingers poked into her slit and ran back and forth over the slippery track. His fingers found her clitoris and pinched it gently. "Touch me," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear.

She jerked at the unexpected spike of pleasure. "Please don't.... Don't make me do this..."

An actuator slid down her back and caressed her ass. "Touch me," he repeated, massaging her clit in circles with his thumb.

She flinched away from the actuator, gasping when that drove her harder onto his hand. She didn't want that back inside of her. She could feel something wet running down her thigh. Hesitantly, biting her lip and not looking at him, she touched him with just her fingertips.

Otto's respiration increased. "Good girl..." He crooned and pulled away from her. His actuators twined around her briefly before withdrawing and removing his shirt. The harness around his middle caught the low light of the room and threw it back as a dull glow. His pants went next, and he climbed back onto the bed with her. She drew in a slight breath as still more horrific scarring revealed itself, and drew away from him. Otto snarled slightly as he leaned right into her face. "Something wrong, my dear Ginny?" The tentacles writhed through the air, surrounding both of them.

"Just... your scars," she murmured, leaning back from him. "They look like they hurt."

Otto looked down at the metal and scar tissue, a bit taken back. He hadn't thought about it since waking up in the hospital. "I was... Unconscious for most of the healing process..." She swallowed and nodded in acknowledgment. Otto stared into her eyes for a moment. There was something in his conscience stirring, and he didn't like it. His expression hardened again. "And if you mention them again I'll see to it that you have some to match." His claws snapped sinisterly in her face.

Her stomach lurched and she dropped her eyes, cringing. "I'm sorry...." She wrapped her arms around herself defensively.

"No need to apologize, dear. You didn't know, and you won't receive retribution for it. Now, where were we?" Otto plunged his tongue into her mouth and guided her onto her back. He straddled her right leg and ran one of the metallic snakes up her left leg. His human hand felt the skin between her breasts. It wasn't quite wet enough, so he went back to kissing as licking her cleavage.

She felt small under him, helpless and pinned. She stared at the ceiling, her fists clenched in the sheets. Tears ran silently from the corners of her eyes, into her hair. There was nothing she could do to stop him.

"Put your hands on me," he whispered into her chest before continuing to prepare her.

Carefully, reluctant to touch him but more reluctant to anger him, Ginny untwisted her fingers from the sheets and put them on his hips, as lightly as she thought she could get away with.

He smirked against her chest and pressed down on her harder. "Rub my back, Ginny." For the most part the physical sensations he was receiving from the tentacles were enough, but, as wonderful as it was, it made him feel alien in his own body. He needed the skin to skin contact.

Her chest shuddered under his lips as he pressed her into the mattress, but she did as she was told, hesitantly sliding her hands behind him, massaging his back with a feather-light touch. She was blushing from head to toe, her pale skin suffused with pink, stained here and there with blood.

"That's right, dear," he breathed and started rubbing his cock against her leg. "Good girl, we're almost ready, now..."

"No, no...." she moaned, stopping and trying vaguely to push him off her, her hands against his chest.

"Relax," he murmured, testing the slickness between her breasts with a human finger and finding it to his liking at last. "This won't hurt a bit. Trust me." His hands pressed her breasts together. "Hold them there, just like that," he told her.

She stared up at him, half-expecting him to cut them off or something similarly horrible. "What... what are you going to do?"

"Just do it." There was fire in his eyes that promised nothing but pain if she didn't cooperate. She swallowed, nodding, and did as he bid her, holding her breasts together. Her blush deepened as she touched herself, and she looked at the ceiling again. Otto crawled up her body until the tip of his erection met the two soft mounds. "You hold them like that until I tell you to stop." An actuator hovered between her legs to remind her of his capabilities as he slid his cock between her breasts. It glided through the spit he'd spread between them easily. He sighed deeply, drew back, and slid between them again. At first his rhythm was uneven and experimental, but he quickly developed a steady pace.

She bit her lip, not looking at him or what he was doing. It was a strange sensation, but except for his weight pressing on her rib cage, it didn't hurt. She shut her eyes, letting her head fall to one side, and submitted to this.

"See," Otto gasped. "I told you it wouldn't hurt. You need to learn to trust the good doctor." His movements picked up speed as her complete submission drove him to new heights. He'd seen her blush as she touched herself, and yet she had done it anyway, because she couldn't stop him. The actuator between her legs slimmed down a bit and began nudging at her clit, though he had no intention of piercing her this time.

But she didn't know that. Her eyes flew open and she looked back up at him, shaking as he thrust against her. "Please, not again..."

"Sh..." He placed a finger on her lips, hardly breaking rhythm at all, though he didn't bother to offer comforting words. Let her worry about what he may or may not do. It was more fun for him that way. Besides, he felt intense heat throbbing in his crotch and he was trying to decide if he wanted to make her drink his semen or shoot it all over her chest and neck.

She chewed the corner of her lip, carefully not looking at his cock. She didn't want to see it.

Otto groaned loudly. "I'm going to cum, Ginny." He pushed harder. "Ah, god, I'm going to..."

She turned her face away, squeezing her eyes shut, repulsed.

When he did release his passion, he pulled back and let it shoot out onto her breasts and neck. A glob hit her cheek and ran down her face. "There..." Otto shifted back and smiled down at her. "You look like a harlot..."

She opened her eyes and looked down at the cum on her chest, and whimpered. "I'm not... I'm not...."

"Yes." His grin widened and cracked psychotically. "And you're going to eat it like a harlot." His finger ran up her cheek, catching the drips, and brought it to her lips.

She shut her mouth, irrationally afraid of it. She shook her head mutely, pleading with her eyes. The tentacle between her legs slid down and pushed threateningly at her entrance. It didn't quite enter her, but one quick forward motion would plunge it into her already abused depths. She tried to wriggle away from it for only a moment before going limp and shutting her eyes again, obediently opening her mouth.

"Very good," Otto spoke like a teacher praising a child. His finger entered her mouth and ran down her tongue. "Now I want you to lick and suck all of it off. Then you can go clean yourself up, hm?"

She nodded slightly and closed her lips around his finger, trying not to gag on the strong, unfamiliar taste. She licked his finger clean and all but spat it out.

Otto's tentacles lifted him off the bed. "Now go wash up, my sweet little concubine."

Ginny scrambled off of the bed as fast as she could, covering herself with her arms, humiliated. "Please don't call me that...." she whispered, backing towards the bathroom.

Otto followed her, walking on his tentacles. The claws left a trail of small rips in the carpet. "Do you know why people lie, Ginny?"

She backed against the wall by the bathroom door, flattening there. Her legs trembled, but held her up. "N- no... why?"

"Because, more often than not, the truth is infinitely harder to face. I speak from the perspective of the liar and the lied to." He paused, watching her and waiting. "There was something my concubine was on her way to do," he finally prompted. She stared up at him for a long moment before whirling and disappearing into the bathroom, slamming the door between them. Otto laughed madly. "You'd best leave the door open this time, dear, so that I can keep an eye on you. I'd hate to destroy more of your home than is necessary."

There was a long moment of silence. "Can I please have it shut?" came a small voice.

"Circumstances have led me to be extremely distrustful of closed doors. It would be in your better interest to humor me, lest my paranoia urge me to do something drastic." The doorknob rattled, and the door opened a small bit. Otto remained leaning against the wall next to the door--on the hinges side in case she tried to leap out and attack him--ears trained for any suspicious sound. "Very good. You may proceed." His eyes were on the ceiling. Though he was a control freak and a bit of a sadist, he wasn't entirely barbaric. Part of him found the idea of watching someone in such a personal environment as the bathroom exceedingly distasteful.