“Oh, yeah,” Kriss said. “Let’s see.”
“I can’t... I don’t think...” She’d not anticipated they would want her to masturbate.
“Droids can’t. Well, they can, but it’s so artificial watching them rub knowing there is no sensory stimulus. Just a program that reaches a fixed number of parameters—”
“Oh, shut it, Kriss. You’re killing it.”
“I’m just saying. It’s boring.”
“That gives me an idea.” Jago sprang to his feet. “Mood stimulants.”
Shayla rubbed her aching muscles and wriggled her jaw. “What’s that?” She really didn’t want any drugs.
“I think you call it music.”
Jago approached the oracle. “I’ll just—”
Shayla sat bolt upright. “You don’t have to—”
“I think we can find something similar to Earth’s music.” He touched the oracle and the metal glowed.
Jago’s expression hardened. He glanced over to her and she shriveled. His eyes had turned into pinpricks, his nostrils flared.
“She’s accessed the oracle,” he told Kriss. “While we were out.”
Kriss folded his arms across his chest. His flamboyant cock with its purple veins dipped slightly. Not a good sign. In a matter of seconds the two men had gone from sex gods into warriors with mighty arms and large hands. Hands that spanked.
“Tell me,” Jago demanded.
“I... I...” she stuttered. “I was curious.” Hardly a lie.
“You touched it without permission.”
“I didn’t think it would recognize me. I assumed it wouldn’t respond. So when it did, and it heard my thoughts, it started... talking to me.” So far, she’d not really lied, but neither was it the truth.
Jago closed his eyes and flattened his palms to the metal. “She asked about us. Where we work.”
“You never said... it was in my mind because you went out and I thought that was where you were.” She pressed her hands together, pleading for their sympathy.
Jago let go of the globe. He puffed out his lips. “It sounds reasonable,” he addressed Kriss, not her.
“But she touched it. Touching is the offense. This is the second time she has touched without permission.”
Jago shrugged. “Humans are tactile creatures. They say they like to feel things, make things, like pictures and structures using their hands. Perhaps she has no ability to control it.”
Kriss rose and reached for his pants. “I think she should learn to control it. I want to teach her.”
The two men eyed her, and the weight of their gaze forced her to examine the floor. She remained small and lower to the ground, keepin
g her head bowed.
Jago sighed. “You’re right. She’ll not survive if she doesn’t learn our ways. Her ass will be punished.”
“Might I suggest that she masturbates to orgasm as she is punished, like last time, but by her own hand. This will condition her to expect pain while she seeks her own pleasure. It will curb her impulsive behavior.”
Kriss was the master of designing the perfect punishment. Her nipples stiffened and her ridiculously needy pussy clenched at the idea. If they could read her thoughts now, they might discover it wasn’t going to curb her behavior at all. It was probably only going to make it worse.
She gaped, eyes wide as full moons. The suddenness of the mood change nearly undid her confidence. She scrambled up onto her knees.